1 comments/ 18109 views/ 2 favorites Who You Know By: TonyDowse Chapter 1 All in a Day's Work I work in an advertising agency as an Account Manager, which is really an up-market title for a salesman. My job is to ensure that the client is happy - happy of course with the advertising we produce for their products, but also happy with the assortment of people who bring that about, happy with the way we handle changes, problems and anything else that they may choose to throw at us. The corollary is of course that I have to keep some of our own 'prima donnas' out of the way of the client, if I want to keep the relationship financially secure that is. Some of our more creative people would happily tell the client where to go and what to do with the product - not because they particularly dislike either you understand, it's simply because some are more interested in the 'art' of advertising, or the opportunity to win an award - and can't stand the average businessman's concern with the 'almighty dollar', even though that's what we are actually hired to produce for them. So, there is a fair amount of stress involved in the job, always making sure that absolutely everyone is 'happy' with what they are doing - and with everyone else that's involved in doing it! Most people think of Advertising as a glamour industry, lots of wining, dining, exotic locations with beautiful people - that sort of thing! There is some of that of course but most of the time we are working against dead-lines that are too short, making sure the creative people don't blow the client's annual budget in one month and, of course - always making sure everyone is 'happy'! Every now and then there is an exciting high point that makes it all seem worthwhile - winning over a new client that you have been working on for months, seeing sales of a product go through the roof after a really successful campaign you have been involved with, getting a nice bonus or a new car because of some combination of events, and occasionally - very, very occasionally, a sexual 'adventure' with one of the 'beautiful people'! Almost all of the people you see in advertisements work for agents; model agencies that specialise in providing people, or even parts of people - hair, hands, legs, eyes, teeth, you name it and there'll be someone who specialises in just that - of all shapes, sizes types and ages. We advise the client as to the type of person we believe is needed for a given advertisement, if they agree, the agency sends us a few that fit that profile so we can make the final selection. The people that have been in the industry a while tell us that in the early days there used to be a fair bit of use of the 'casting couch' - but there's hardly any of that these days, not that I know of anyway. Not that people don't end up in bed together, but not usually for the sake of getting a particular job - or so I used to think! But throw any group of people together for a time and there are bound to be opportunities - and of course I'm not too slow to take advantage of those, if they happen to come my way. But there was one time when I thought I had 'heaven-on-a-stick', that in fact turned out to be a classic, in advertising parlance, 'sell-job' - and which ended with an interesting finale! We were shooting a TV commercial for one of our major clients, part of a completely new campaign for them, so it was important that we got it right. The commercial included a bevy of beach girls so, what with the crew from the production house, the support staff, we agency people, the representatives from the client and the usual, assorted hangers-on, there was a large group of us and, as we needed a large area of uncrowded beach for the key parts of the commercial we had gone North and taken over a small motel for a few days. The odd thing about TV is that it adds a couple of kilos to anyone's apparent weight, so those, slim, sylph-like girls you see on your screens are more likely to be skinny or positively scrawny in the flesh. But one of the girls on this shoot was in fact a real stunner, a typical 'California Girl' - long legs, terrific bum, great boobs, big eyes and teeth and lots of hair - you know the type, you see them on TV every day. But you never, ever actually meet one on the street, do you? Well, there she was - Sandy - and let me tell you, she looked fantastic! Fantastic and sexy - so sexy that I soon found that just watching her scampering about in a bikini, even from a fair distance, gave me the start of a hard-on - and I guess I was no different to every other hetero male there. Most girls I have seen who have that kind of figure and looks get so used to guys falling all over each other to get at them that they end up being totally conceited and self-centred - but Sandy didn't come across like that at all. She was fun, joined in whatever was going on at the time, laughed and joked with the rest of us during the breaks and, at the end of the day seemed quite happy to join in with the general relaxing around the bar before dinner. She had a really happy personality, to go with a simply incredible body - too good to be true! I was, as always flat-out making sure everything was going according to schedule and budget - and that everyone was 'happy' - but still found time to watch with interest from the sidelines as one by one the men made their plays for her. Each one of them was unsuccessful, but she seemed to handle each situation quite brilliantly, giving a very definite 'thanks, but no thanks', yet apparently managing not to hurt anyone's feelings or ego in the process. But then, as often happens, during the second day we ran into a few technical problems, problems that meant I had to drive into the nearest large town to buy or hire some extra equipment and when I got back a couple of hours later I found one of the crew being given first-aid for a nasty bump on the head. It turned out that another of the crew had laid him out, for something he had said to Sandy. We couldn't afford that sort of thing, neither from the purely financial aspect, nor from the potential for disharmony it could set up amongst the rest of the team - and of course it was my job was to make sure everyone was always 'happy'! So I got the various versions of the story, took the two guys to one side and quite quickly managed to sort them out, which wasn't really that difficult, it had just been 'heat of the moment' stuff between them. Then I took Sandy off the shoot for a while, so I could talk to her too - and it was only when I had closed the door of the caravan we used for changing and make-up behind us, that I realised it was the first time I had actually been alone with her. She seemed subdued, her usual bright cheerfulness was missing and when I asked her for her version of what had happened I thought she was going to burst into tears. It turned out that the constant pressure from the various guys trying to get off with her, plus the need to concentrate on her part in the commercial - at the same time joining in the fun and trying to be pleasant with everyone - had finally got to her. The guy who had ended up on his back had been making a real nuisance of himself the previous night, when he'd obviously had bit too much to drink and unlike everyone else, just wouldn't take a friendly 'no' as a final answer. When he had still continued to pester her that morning, she had got upset, lost her concentration and then the director had bawled her out for something and there had been a brief but heated row which had ended up with the guy in question being flattened by the other crew member. Having seen how well Sandy had handled the rest of the men I felt sure that her version was correct and that the guy with the bump had deserved all he had got. Feeling confident that the fracas was now all over and trying to help her back to her normal, cheerful self I said to her. 'Just concentrate on your work during the day - enjoy yourself with the rest of us this evening - I'm sure you won't have any more trouble from that guy, apart from having a roaring headache I'm sure he's feeling really embarrassed about the whole thing Sandy.' But she looked downcast and it was obvious that something was still bothering her, her voice was subdued and her eyes remained fixed on a point on the floor between us as she replied. 'It's always the same, I do nothing and it's always the wrong men that make a nuisance of themselves - never the right one.' she added. I had no idea what she meant - and said so, she answered but she still didn't look me in the eye as she spoke. 'I must have had seven or eight offers, in less than two days, some blatant, some implied - but, the one who does interest me has hardly said a word to me.' She paused and then looked directly up into my eyes. Hers were a brilliant cornflower-blue and they seemed to bore right through me. 'You don't mean me?' I asked incredulously. She simply nodded, her eyes still staring deep into mine as I felt my brain whirl - but, even as it did I also felt another, more primitive response in another part of my body! I suddenly became aware of the scent of her, a light but musky odour, overlaid by the freshness of whatever perfume she was wearing. Her body was only an arm's length away from mine, the fullness of her barely covered breasts rising and falling heavily as she stood there, waiting for my response and my hands began to sweat as I tried to imagine what it would feel like to actually hold, to fondle her. 'I didn't think - that is, you - you didn't seem to want to get involved with anyone - and I could understand that.' I stammered. 'I didn't want to 'get involved' with just 'anyone', Peter. But that doesn't mean I mightn't like to 'get involved' - with you! Why didn't you at least talk to me?' 'It's not that I wasn't attracted to you Sandy - a guy would have to be a blind fool not to be - I just, well I suppose the worry of getting the shoot finished on time, keeping things under control, you know...' 'Yes I do - and that's one of the reasons why I admire and am attracted to you Peter. The way you are able to handle things.' She paused and then added as a cheeky grin finally lit-up her face. 'It's just that I'd like - well I'd like you to, 'handle' me too!' She was so damn close - those incredible eyes continued to stare into mine - and without really knowing and certainly not thinking about what I was doing, I moved forward, put my arms around her and pulled her close, feeling her already moist lips press almost hungrily against my own. Everything happened at once - her tongue, deep in my mouth, one hand behind my head, pulling my lips harder down against hers, the other gripping my arse, her pelvis thrusting hard up against me, rotating against my almost instantaneous erection. My hands weren't idle either - one tangled in the softness of her hair, the other cupped the tensed curves of her buttocks, pulling her tightly against myself as I felt the swiftly rising surge in my balls and the lengthening hardness of my cock. We strained against each other almost desperately, our bodies driving us, driven in turn by the meteorically rising pressure within. But she was the one who made the break, panting breathlessly, her eyes wild, her breasts heaving. 'Oh shit Peter! We can't - not here, not now - can we?' I struggled for breath too, still holding her close, now reluctant to let her go. 'No, no - you're right. But, apart from that, I want time - time to please you, properly!' She smiled up at me and as she did the look in her eyes softened. 'You will - and I'll please you too, you can be very sure of that Peter!' 'Tonight? After dinner?' She paused, longer than I wanted her too - then barely breathed the answer. 'Yes. Yes!' Then she turned, let herself out of the caravan and with a brief backward look and a tight smile, walked back to where the crew was still at work, For the rest of that day I had to really force myself to concentrate on the job at hand, Sandy seemed to be everywhere I looked and each time I caught a glimpse of her I found my brain filling with images of her - and my body responding to those images. Images of her naked beneath me, arousing me, responding to my arousal of her - and feeling the sweet warmth of my arousal spreading outwards from my crotch as I tried to continue managing what was going on around me in the real world. But, finally the director called it quits for the day, we packed up the gear and headed back to the motel for a shower and then dinner - and, I thought - then....! * Chapter 2 Sandy As we had the entire motel to ourselves we had arranged for the usually separate tables in the restaurant to be joined so that we could eat together, taking a few drinks at the bar beforehand, where stories of that and many other days events were bandied about. I normally enjoyed that time, unwinding from the responsibilities of the day and contributing more than my share of the anecdotes, but that evening seemed to drag on and on and of course in that kind of group it was impossible for either Sandy or I to slip away unnoticed. From time to time we caught each other's eye and looked helplessly at each other - neither of us wanted our assignation to become just tomorrow's gossip so we were forced to wait and wait. Finally, around ten o'clock, when I had lost count of the number of bottles that had been opened and either drunk or spilled, I saw Sandy quietly leave the table and head for the door. As by then a couple of people had left and the others had begun to move around, swapping chairs as well as stories, I doubted that we would be specially missed - so, giving her a few minutes start, I slipped away too, and as I made my way towards her room I felt my heart racing with excitement. I tapped quietly on her door and she must have been standing almost right behind it, waiting for me, because it opened immediately - and, in the brief instant that I stood there before going in, I felt my heart stop - and my cock leap! She had already changed from the blouse and pants she had worn to dinner and stood there, silhouetted by just the soft glow of the lamps beside her bed, the curves of her body clearly outlined beneath the short, transparent negligee that reached just low enough to cover the faint, triangular shadow I could see at the junction of her thighs! She came into my arms the moment I closed the door behind me and I thrilled as I felt the firmness of her breasts crushing against my chest as I pulled her hard up against me. It was as though our kiss that morning had never stopped, the heat and fire of it were instantly rekindled as our mouths crushed together, our lips bruising, our tongues probing and our hands and fingers exploring each other. Mine roamed feverishly over the warm softness of her flesh, running up and down her spine, gripping the firm roundness of her arse, probing into the cleft between its cheeks and felt the heat rising still higher as she in turn ground herself hard against the rising swell of my cock, her nails digging through my shirt as she strained to hold me even tighter against herself. That time it was me that broke free from her arms, ripping open the buttons and stripping off my shirt, then shoes, socks and pants, throwing them carelessly aside in my urgency. Sandy stood watching me, her eyes taking in each part of my body in turn and, when I struggled to get my briefs down over my rearing cock I noticed a small, tight smile appear at the corners of her mouth. Then, as they joined the rest of my clothes on the floor, staring intently at the way it jutted up almost vertically, its head already dark red, bulging from the still mounting pressure inside me. I stepped close to her, lifted the flimsy covering up over her head and as I did that I felt my cock-head brushing against her crinkly pubic hairs, before slipping up between our bellies as we once more jammed our bodies together. We kissed even more frenziedly than before and our mouths and hands continued to explore and excite each other. But then I felt her move and realised that she was easing us steadily backwards, towards the bed behind her and, when she felt the edge of it she fell backwards, pulling me down with her. As she went down she spread her legs apart, her hand fumbling for and finding the hard length of me - and as we tumbled together on to the bed she guided it deep into the hot wetness of her sex. In spite of what I had said to her that morning - 'I want time - time to please you, properly!' - it was an almost animal-like coupling. There were a few, all too brief seconds when I felt the thrills her body had to offer me, the intoxicating delight as her sex literally sucked my cock deep inside her - then the mad fury of our need took over, driving us ever faster - her hips thrusting up at me as hard as I was pounding down into her. And then it was over - fast - far too fast! Before I had any time to appreciate the sensations coursing through me I felt that familiar surge rising from deep within and as it did, heard myself let out a cry, a cry of disappointment. 'No...!' Then I exploded into her. But, as the first load jetted deep inside her she gave a high-pitched shriek and I felt her own contractions start. Wrapping her legs around me she pulled me hard down against herself, forcing my cock deeper, the lining of her pussy gripping my still wildly pumping cock tightly, urging me on to a mind-blowing series of unbelievably powerful eruptions. Once the violence of the act between us had actually passed I don't know how long we lay there, still locked together, our breathing merely a series of panting gasps, but eventually I rolled off to one side, turning her with me and kissing her, this time gently, lovingly. 'I'm sorry Sandy - I didn't want it to be like that.' Her eyes opened, once again stunning me with their brilliant colour - and she smiled tenderly as she said. 'Don't worry, I needed you like that too! There's no rush, it will be different next time - different for both of us!' Then she ruffled my hair affectionately before she slipped from my arms. 'I think a quick shower will help us both - don't you?' I watched with growing pleasure as she got up off the bed and stood there, quite unselfconsciously. A light film of perspiration made her skin glow in the soft light and her hair, now a damp, tangled mess fell around her face as she bent forwards. My eyes travelled on down, to where her full, rounded breasts swung gently to and fro as she moved, their dark red tips still swollen with her arousal. I reached up and gently stroked the firm curves, thrilling at the feel of their silky fullness, tracing around to where her nipples jutted, rolling their still tight hardness between my finger-tips. Her eyes grew misty, signalling the rebuilding excitement that my caresses were stimulating within her and I heard a soft sigh escape her lips before she moved reluctantly away from my reach. 'That feels too good, I want lots more of that - soon! But let's have a quick freshen-up first Peter. Then we'll relax - then you can do what you like with me, for as long as you like. You go first, I'll be there in a couple of minutes.' By the time she joined me in the shower I had given myself a thorough wash and resisting the almost overwhelming temptation to immediately take her in my arms I turned her around and began to soap her shoulders and back. In spite of the totally draining fuck we'd just had the feel of her skin beneath my fingers sent a tingling sensation running right through me, which increased when, having worked my way down to her waist, I knelt down to wash her legs. Although I thrilled at the silky smoothness of her thighs I still found myself thinking about what was nestling up between them, of the delights it had just given me, and anticipating those that were still to come. Who You Know Pressing my face against the firm swell of her buttocks and working up a good handful of lather I slipped my arms around her, sliding one hand up to her breasts, resting the other on the soft swell of her stomach, then slid it down, my fingers raking through the wet curls of her pubic hair. As I began to fondle her breasts she gave a deep sigh and swayed back against me, moving her legs slightly, making room for my hand to slip between her thighs. To my surprise I found that her pussy lips were still moistly swollen and when I eased two fingers up between them that she was just as wet inside as we both were on the outside. Although kneeling on the tiled floor was not the most comfortable of positions, I remained there, each of us enjoying the slow, soapy caresses I gave her. One hand reaching up for one or the other still firmly swollen breast, while the other slid up and down the insides of her silky smooth thighs, then slipped over or into her ever welcoming pussy. But although the sheer joy of being able to fondle her beautiful body so freely was amazing, what it did to me was even more so. Although I hadn't been caressing her for that long before I felt a faint stirring somewhere inside me, when I first thought I could feel what it was doing to me I couldn't believe it, but when I glanced down I saw it was actually happening, I was already getting another erection. Maybe Sandy somehow sensed what was happening to me because she suddenly turned, gave me a truly wickedly mischievous grin, then pulled me up to my feet. Reaching down between us she let her fingers brush lightly over the still swelling head, then, as she felt me reacting she curled them right around the rapidly thickening shaft and began to rhythmically squeeze it. As my cock grew steadily longer and harder she started to use both of her hands; fondling my balls with one and slowly running the other up and down the length of the shaft, actions that soon had my hips automatically moving in time with their unfailingly stimulating rhythm. When she was sure my cock had returned to full size she slipped out of my arms, turned off the taps, pushed me back against the wall and sank to her knees in front of me. As I looked down into those startlingly blue eyes I felt one hand continue lightly cupping my balls while the other guided my cock-head between her open lips. I shivered with anticipation of the pleasure she might give me as I felt her tongue lapping around it then watched her lips slowly sliding forward. She took more and more of me into her mouth and I heard myself starting to moan softly as the entire length slowly disappeared. Finally, with her face pressed hard up against my matted pubic hair and my cock-head brushing against the back of her throat, she gave a series of high-pitched gurgling sounds. I felt the tremors resonating back up through my entire body and the sensations were absolutely electrifying! I stood there, giving myself up to the intensity of the pleasures she was producing; one hand gently squeezing my balls, the other stroking up and down the length of the shaft, and her mouth bobbing and sucking while she somehow also continued creating those incredible vibrations for me. I had never ever felt anything like it in my life and just prayed that I could somehow hold off the climax I felt building inside, so I could continue to experience the amazing sensations she was generating. Then, when the pleasure was almost unbearably strong - she suddenly stopped! It wasn't just a pause, or even a short delay while she moved to a more comfortable position - she just stopped! I felt my body screaming with frustration as she just took her hands and mouth away, sat back on her heels and looked up at me - with that now familiar, mischievous grin - obviously enjoying my confusion and frustration, watching my cock as it jerked spasmodically, as though trying to relieve the incredible pressure she had built up inside me by ejaculating from its own actions. 'Why?' I groaned desperately. 'Patience lover, patience - it'll be worth it, you'll see.' Please Sandy - please!' I pleaded. 'Trust me Peter.' she replied quietly, getting to her feet and putting her arms around me. 'I promise you, it will be worth it. Now, let's cool off a bit!' she added. Before I realised what she was doing I found that I was being blasted with icy cold water and heard her giggle as she slipped out of the shower and I fumbled for the tap to turn it off. Naturally the cold water very quickly 'dampened my enthusiasm', so to speak - and the previously raging erection quickly subsided. Although I couldn't imagine that there were any sensations more powerful than those Sandy had just been giving me, I accepted that we still had the rest of the night ahead of us and as she obviously had her own ideas about how things should progress, I was prepared to wait and see what else she might have to suggest for my delight! After a brisk rub down that made my skin tingle I just wrapped a towel around my waist and went in to the other room to join her - but stopped dead in the door-way when I saw her, unsuccessfully trying to open a bottle of wine for us - she hadn't bothered with a towel, she was still totally, and quite unselfconsciously naked! She looked up and smiled. 'You might have more luck with this cork than I'm having, it seems to be stuck solid Peter.' I was so busy looking at her that I nearly dropped the bottle she handed to me - she really was lovely and I just couldn't help staring at her. Her breasts seemed almost unnaturally firm for their size and if I hadn't already had the opportunity to feel them I might very well have thought they had been augmented in some way. Below them a tiny waist and perfectly flat stomach, then the flare of her hips and those long, long, curving thighs and slender legs. At their apex was that neatly trimmed triangle of soft, curly hair that pointed down to what lay between them, and I felt my tongue moistening my lips as I thought of her pussy, longing for the opportunity to smell and taste it, before savouring its powerful pleasures again with my cock. My cock! Just standing there looking at her had already started to bring it back to life, a fact I became aware of as I felt the texture of the towel grazing the surface of its slowly filling head. As though able to read my still confused thoughts and more obvious reactions she grinned at me as I tried to cover my inner turmoil by concentrating on opening the bottle. After a struggle I eventually made it and bent to fill the glasses she had put on the coffee table - and as I did that she reached out and, with a quick tug, whipped the towel from around my waist, exposing the semi-hardness of my cock. 'Mmm, starting to look good again Peter! I like that. Full of promise.' Then, as she picked up her glass she continued. 'Bring your drink outside, it's such a lovely night.' And, turning off the lights in the room behind us she went through the doors leading out to the balcony and stood there waiting for me to join her. It was lovely, the motel was set on a hill behind the beach, that curved away to the North of us, although there was no moon the stars were far more brilliant than they ever are in city and as our eyes grew accustomed to the darkness I found I could easily make out the shape of the headlands, one very close, the other many miles away at the far end of the sweep of the ocean breakers. I slipped my arm around her waist and held her close to me, her skin was smooth and warm to the touch and as she relaxed against me I could smell the fragrance of her hair and grew increasingly conscious of the effect the mere closeness of her was having on my swiftly rising cock. We sipped our drinks, breathing the warm, scented air, gazing up at the sparkling pattern of the stars above us while our hands moved slowly, sensuously over each other's body, each steadily arousing the other again - but slowly, almost leisurely this time, giving and getting the maximum enjoyment from each tiny move. I realised that in some ways she had been right to do what she did in the shower - those incredible sensations she had given me had re-fired the furnace inside me and if she had then allowed me to climax a second time by now I certainly wouldn't have had as much left to offer her. As it was, the re-firing, sudden quenching and now this slow rekindling meant that I would be fully fuelled and far more potent, when we eventually did make love. Her hands, which had been tracing delicious patterns up and down my back and over and between the cheeks of my arse finally drifted around in front of me, found my cock and she began to brush her fingers lightly along the hard, jutting length of the shaft. Until then neither of us had said a word - but finding that I was more than ready for her she then asked. 'Do you know what I want Peter?' 'No, what?' 'I want you to make love to me out here. From behind me, while I stand looking out to sea and at all those stars. I can't imagine anything more beautiful - the feel of the hardness of you inside me, the beauty of the night around me. That would be magic!' I pictured it - and thought it sounded pretty magical too - and found that just the thought of doing it there, like that, with her, was sufficient to start my cock quivering in anticipation. That time I took charge of things! Taking the half empty glass from her I turned her to face me and cupping the firm creamy fullness of her breasts, I bent to kiss her nipples, feeling them grow, getting harder as I sucked and nibbled them. I took my time, this time I wasn't going to be rushed, this time I was going to give her as much pleasure as I knew how to - and in turn get as much as I could stand myself! But, although I got the feeling from the growing strength of her reactions that if I had continued for long enough I could probably have taken her to a climax just by what I was doing to her breasts, the thought of the sweetness of her pussy below drew me too strongly and eventually, reluctantly I released them. Kneeling at her feet, I pulled them forward and had her lean back against the balcony rail then, spreading her legs I moved forward again and, edging closer, I smelt the scent of her arousal as I slipped my head up between the warm smoothness of her thighs. I took even more time with her pussy than I had with her breasts, first licking slowly up over the tender skin on the inside of each thigh, gradually getting closer, then trailing my tongue around it, smelling the strengthening sexual aroma that came from her as her body tensed in response to the sensations I was creating for her. In time I slipped my tongue up along the furrow between her moist, pouting outer pussy-lips and as I did that I heard her softly moan with pleasure, moans that grew stronger as I let my tongue progress further, parting them, slipping between them, sliding stiffly up inside them. It was only when I was absolutely certain from the even more powerful strength of her reactions that I was bringing her close to orgasm that I made the first, light flick up over the hard ridge of her clitoris. Her reaction was instantaneous! A sudden, sharp cry - her knees bent further, giving me easier access to her and I felt the distinctive ripple as the muscles across her belly flexed from the contractions that were then starting deep inside her beautiful, responsive body. Feeling that, I reached up behind her, gripping the taut curves of her buttocks, pulled her even closer and began to lick faster - and as I did that I heard her trying to suppress her cries of delight and felt her body shuddering convulsively as the full strength of the climax ripped through her. I suddenly found my mouth full of the juices that flowed as she went high over the top - and I licked and sucked her all the way through to its shuddering finish. Then, while she was still shivering from the force of it I stood, turned her around, bent her forwards over the rail and, spreading her legs wide apart, guided my inflamed cock-head into the hot, sopping wetness of her wide open cunt. The feeling was sheer bliss! I slid straight up, all the way up in one single thrust, plunging deep inside her until, feeling the hard curve of her arse jammed tight up against my stomach, I knew that she had all of me inside herself. As I paused there I found I could still feel the last, faint contractions of her climax, still rippling through her, thrilling the length of my cock as they rolled along it, squeezing it from the very tip, right back down to the base of the shaft. Then, taking a firm grip of her hips, I began to fuck her, driving in and out with long, slow thrusts - each time drawing all the way back, until I felt the resistance of her pussy-lips in the deep groove just behind my cock-head, then driving powerfully forward until she was crushed against the railing, hearing her grunt with pleasure each time she took it. The sensations that coursed through me were quite simply indescribable! Her cunt was like a hot, wet glove, fitting closely around the entire length of me, the ripples I had felt as I slid into her the first time grew steadily more powerful the longer I continued - and in turn built my own growing reactions even higher, even stronger. Then, as I finally began to speed up the pace of my thrusts, she managed to turn her head and, through her grunts of pleasure I heard her say. 'Up my arse Peter. Give it to me up my arse - please!' As I had held her, my hands spreading her cheeks, my eyes had naturally been drawn again and again to the sight of her wrinkled arse-hole beneath me - and once or twice I had fleetingly wondered just how it would feel to be fucking her by that route. But to know she actually wanted it that way - to hear her actually asking for it - that was a phenomenal turn-on! Almost without breaking my rhythm, I slipped my cock back out of her and, as she shifted her stance to take it, I wiped the sticky wetness that coated it over her arse-hole, using a thumb to smear it liberally around and between the still tightly clenching muscles. Then as I guided the well lubricated cock-head towards it I felt her relaxing her body, preparing herself to take it and I slid my thumb deep into that dark channel, preparing her for the much bigger mass that would follow. At first, although she wanted it as much as I did, it wasn't easy, the entrance was incredibly tight and if it hadn't been for the thought of just what that tightness would feel like once inside I might not have persevered. But I did and once I had managed to get the head in I was amazed at how much easier it was to get the rest of my cock inside. I heard myself give a deep, satisfied groan as the greasy tightness squeezed and sucked the hard length of me as I steadily pressed it deeper and deeper. Once opened, her arse was mine - and gave me more powerful thrills than I ever remembered experiencing before. Again, as I had with her cunt, I repressed the compelling urge to simply fuck her as hard and as fast as I could and started slowly, feeling Sandy adjusting herself to a more comfortable position beneath me, preparing herself for what she knew would, in time, come. But try as I might to hold myself back, to keep to a slow, undemanding pace, the strength of the sensations her tightly gripping arse-hole and narrow inner channel gave me were just too strong - and all too soon I felt myself speeding-up, thrusting faster, more vigorously as the pressure of the churning mass inside me rose higher and higher. But, even though I knew it was coming, it still took me by surprise when it did. One second I was luxuriating in the exquisite sensations that were coursing through me - the next, I was violently exploding deep inside her! It was unbelievably sudden, unbelievably powerful yet, as I repeatedly rammed myself hard up into her, it still continued on and on. My cock felt as though it was on fire, the semen that pumped up through it in great scalding gouts seemed inexhaustible, and I felt as though every single drop of fluid in my body was being drained in excruciatingly pleasurable blasts. The force of it obviously triggered another, almost equally powerful orgasm for Sandy too and through the red haze of pleasure-pain I was experiencing I heard her loud wailing cries of pleasure as she pounded herself ever more vigorously back, urging me on, wanting me to fuck her arse even harder still. When the force of it eventually subsided, I fell forwards on to her still shiveringly quaking body, both of us gasping for breath and we hung there, still locked together, both utterly drained, virtually exhausted by the force of what we had experienced together. After we recovered and had gulped down the wine I had poured for us earlier, she sent me back to my own room, 'to avoid any complications with the rest of the crew', she said wisely and with the feeling that what I had experienced in the last hour was more like a fantasy than reality I fell asleep and slept deeper than I had for a very long, long time * Chapter 3 On the Beach The following day ran smoothly, no problems with either equipment or people and as the shoot continued it became obvious to everyone that we might well be able to finish the schedule before the end of the day. Commercially I was pleased, we would stay within the budget, emotionally and physically I wasn't so sure, finishing meant returning to the city the following day, but perhaps Sandy would choose to return the same evening - whereas a delay would have meant one, maybe even two more nights with her. But, finish we did, around mid-afternoon and as we stowed and packed the gear away quite a few people said they had decided to head straight for home and a few were surprised when I said that I wouldn't be going too, that I would stay on overnight and return in the morning. I made some lame excuse about making final checks, clearing the account, something like that - Sandy, who was nearby, heard the exchange and she smiled encouragingly in my direction as I stumbled through my weak excuses, I took my stuff back to my room and was idly looking out of the window at the view, it was still a glorious day outside and I was wondering just what to do next, when the phone rang. It was Sandy. 'Peter, why don't we go for a swim?' 'You mean everyone, or just us?' 'Just us would be more fun, wouldn't it?' I heard the promise in her voice and the images of her body from the night before flashed erotically into my head. 'Definitely!' 'Great! If you take that path to the right, instead of the one that goes straight down to the beach, you'll find it leads around the headland and below it there's a small, quiet beach. I shouldn't think anyone else would be there at this time of day!' I didn't ask how she knew, just replied. 'Sounds great to me Sandy.' 'I think we should go separately, don't you Peter, just to avoid any gossip. Anyway, I have to get my make-up off yet, so why don't you go on ahead, I'll join you there in about half an hour.' I wasn't really worried any more whether anyone else saw us together, the film was in the can and petty jealousies now couldn't interfere with the project - but I agreed and set off. Sure enough, just as she had described it, below the other side of the headland there was a cove, catching the full strength of the late afternoon sun and a steep, narrow path leading down to it. The sand was soft and warm and the confusion of rocks, strewn here and there provided almost perfect cover from anyone looking down from above - all in all it was a truly idyllic spot. I dropped my towel, changed into shorts and plunged straight into the surf and while I thrashed around, enjoying the invigorating feeling of the surf, I kept one eye on the path and it wasn't too long before I saw Sandy starting to make her careful way down it. I caught a final wave back to shore and ran across the sand to meet her. Who You Know Her eyes openly appraised my body and a small smile creased the corners of her mouth as she said, 'I didn't think you'd bother with the shorts Peter.' I grinned back at her. 'I didn't want to upset any of the locals.' I said, indicating the headland above us. 'But I've found us a spot out of reach of any prying eyes.' I added, as I took her hand and started to lead her to where I had left my things. I gave myself a quick towelling while she slipped out of the T-shirt and shorts she had on. Beneath was a micro-bikini, one I hadn't seen before, and which we certainly couldn't have used during the shoot! What little there was of it was pure white, accentuating her smoothly tanned skin. The top barely held the full swell of her breasts and the other piece was cut high on the hip, making her already long legs appear even longer. The trifling vee of material that was the front of it barely covered the neatly trimmed triangle of hair that I knew lay beneath it and, as she moved I saw that it fitted her so tightly that it actually cut up between the outer lips of her sex. Of the back, there was nothing, obviously a mere string ran up between her arse-cheeks, leaving them totally naked. As I stood there gawping, she reached up behind herself, unfastened the top piece and took it off, releasing and exposing the firm, upthrusting curves of her breasts. 'I don't think I'll need that - do you?' she said, smiling knowingly at me. 'N - no.' I stammered. Trying desperately to control the feelings that surged up through me at the mere sight of her as I continued. 'You are stunningly beautiful Sandy - you know that! You must get tired of hearing men, all saying the same thing.' 'I never get tired of hearing it - from the right man, Peter.' she replied, coming into my arms - and a sudden rush of desire swept through me as I felt her breasts crushed against my chest and her mouth's eager kisses. I pulled her down on to the towel, kneeling over her, drinking in the sight of her as she settled herself. Even lying flat, her breasts still thrust up in glorious twin curves, curves tipped with dusky pink circles of slightly puckered skin, centred by her tender nipples. I bent forward, cupping their fullness and lightly began to kiss and nuzzle them, gently squeezing and fondling each breast in turn - again, as I had the night before, taking my time - not only wanting to ensure Sandy's pleasure but also because I was loving every second of it myself. As my kisses and caresses slowly aroused her I heard her soft sighs deepening and, at that cue began to use my lips and even my teeth, nibbling the erectly swollen nipples while continuing to squeeze and fondle the ripe fullness of her breasts. Her hands fluttered up and down my back, sending exciting shivers through me, increasing the pressure inside, that was already thickening and lengthening my cock until the tightness of my shorts started to make the feelings I was getting more than just uncomfortable. As though she knew what happening to me just then I felt her wriggling beneath and saw that she was struggling to get out of the tightly fitting bottom half of her bikini - and I was more than happy to help her do that of course! The angling rays of the sun caught in the light down that covered parts of her body and sparkled in the darker blonde hairs above and around her sex and I held my breath as once again the sheer loveliness of her naked body hit me - staring unashamedly wide-eyed at her. She lifted herself and fixed me with those deep, corn-flower blue eyes, smiling tenderly as she saw what must have been an expression of helpless longing on my face. 'Let me see you too Peter. Then love me, kiss me - here, like you did last night.' She rested one hand lightly amongst the golden curls above her pussy, her fingers curling over and down between them, parting the delicate, pink lips and teasing them until they gleamed moistly in the sunlight. When I stood and slipped off my shorts I saw her eyes drop automatically to my already fully erect cock, then she lay back, parted her legs and waited for me, her fingers continuing to move lightly over and within the folds of tender flesh. I moved between her bent and parted legs, crouching low so that I could slip my hands beneath her, lifted her sex to my eager mouth and heard her moan softly as my lips made contact and my tongue slipped inside her, then began to dart stiffly between her already pouting outer pussy-lips. Almost as soon as I did that I felt her clitoris stiffening and I began to lightly lick it too, flickering along its length as I lifted her body higher and pulled her tighter up against my mouth. Just as I had the previous night, I built her excitement slowly, taking my time, thrilling as I thrilled her, loving what I was doing to her just as much as she loved having me do it. Slowly, very slowly her responses grew in intensity until eventually, when I saw her belly rippling and felt her thighs flexing strongly I knew she was rapidly approaching her climax. As the pressure inside her rose, so too did the pungent scent of her sex - then her groans became more urgent, her breathing turned to a series of rasping gasps and, as she reached down and pulled my head tight up between her gripping thighs, she thrust herself harder up against me. With that, I flattened my tongue and skimmed it faster and faster over her rigidly swollen clitoris - heard her loud cry of joyful release and felt her body's immediate response to the rising waves of pleasure that lifted her up to and then high over the top. Just as it started, I took her whole sex in my mouth and sucked the flooding juices from her, feeling the waves rolling one after another through her jerking, spasming body. She was slow to recover from the intensity of what I had done for her, shuddering as the after-shocks continued to roll through her, sucking in deep lungfuls of the salty air - but when finally I was sure she was relaxing I lowered her back down on to the towel and sat back, my eyes again drawn to the sheer beauty of her. 'Ooh Peter! You'll never know just how wonderful that was - you do it beautifully. I could take it all day - and all night too, I'm sure.' 'Your pleasure is my pleasure Sandy.' I replied with a smile as she slowly lifted herself and reached out with one arm to pull me to her. 'But wonderful though it was, it was only the entree wasn't it lover! Now, how about letting me start preparing the main course!' As she spoke she moved around and kneeled in front of me, then with the flat of her hand against my chest, firmly pushed me backwards until I was lying flat. Now it was her turn to kneel between my legs and while she locked my eyes with the intensity of her gaze, I felt her long, slender fingers cupping and lifting my balls, as she said. 'Let Sandy give my favourite part of you a treat.' adding, as I felt her hand shift, to close around the base of my cock. 'I'm going to enjoy this as much as you are Peter!' She began by simply nuzzling the entire handful, wiping her soft cheeks across it, then, taking each of my balls in turn between her lips and sucking them, making them even more swollen. It was only when she was sure that each had had its share that she turned her attention to my cock, still continuing to hold and gently fondle my balls with one hand - while the other took a firm grip of my rearing shaft. Her eyes had never left mine but just then I saw that mischievous glint appear in them then she gave me a wicked grin, parted her lips, licked them slowly with the pink tip of her tongue, then, still staring deep into my eyes, bent lower and slipped her mouth over the head. Tightening her lips in the deep groove below it she held me like that; her eyes watching me closely, her tongue swirling around the super sensitive head, one hand fondling my balls, the other moving slowly up and down the hard mass of my shaft. I heard myself moaning with both helpless pleasure and the anticipation of what Sandy might yet have in store for me and, at that sound, saw her sparkling eyes register her satisfaction with my reaction to what she was doing for me. Then, taking her time, and somehow holding back my body's inclination to thrust up into the warm wetness of her mouth, she went to work on me. As her lips slipped up and down over the bulbous head I looked down and saw its colour darkening as it grew still more bloated, glistening wetly with her saliva. All the time her slender fingers held me in their grip, slowly pumping up and down the length in time with the rise and fall of her mouth. The sound of the crashing surf further down the beach combined with the blood pounding through me but as the welling deep inside rose steadily higher I began to lose awareness of everything but the sensations focussed between my thighs. It was as though I was nothing but a monstrous cock, the rest of me being absorbed into it - nothing mattered but its powerful and increasingly urgent needs. I was so lost in my delirium that I was hardly aware of the pause in her actions - but then I suddenly became conscious of a distinct change in the feelings flooding through me and opening my eyes I saw, through a blurred haze of pleasure, Sandy lowering herself down on to me. My cock by then was truly enormous and I was just in time to see the purple, bulging head disappearing between her wide-spread pussy-lips, then felt the most incredible sensation as she drew the rest of it up inside herself. She rose and fell, rose and fell - initially at the same slow pace that her hand and mouth had used. Even though my cock was liberally coated with her saliva her pussy was so tight that each time she pushed down it felt as though the skin was being slowly peeled off the entire length of it. The electrifying sensations that created seemed to make it grow even bigger and harder, amplifying the already thrilling responses that I felt coursing up through my body. As the pressure inside me rose higher it triggered some automatic response and I felt my hips thrusting upwards, driving my cock deep inside her. Her face grimaced with both pleasure and the stress of having her body forced wide open. 'Oh, dear God!' she moaned as I began to time my thrusts with her movements, ramming my cock up into her. Then, leaning backwards so she could take it even deeper still she began to quicken the pace, crying in a much shriller, pleading voice. 'Oh fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me harder, deeper!!' Her cry made me realise she was approaching another orgasm and as I did as she'd asked, thrusting my hips higher, I looked up, watching her as her climax began - her body arched, her face wildly contorted, her swollen breasts bouncing, their nipples jutting stiffly. As the pressure inside my balls rose higher, their contents seething and churning, I felt them tightening, shrinking hard up against the base of my cock, and perhaps sensing what was about to come, Sandy began to ride me even faster. Then I felt the mind-blowing rush and suddenly, up from my depths surged a tidal-wave of boiling semen. Every muscle in my body seemed to concentrate all its force behind that one, critical thrust and I gave a loud, guttural grunt as the first scalding load blasted up through me Sandy give a sharp yelp of painful delight as I rammed my cock even harder up into her and the first jet of hot, thick semen fountained up into the very depths of her cunt. I felt successive jolts of bliss as load after load erupted from a seemingly inexhaustible reservoir and feeling the force and volume of what was being pumped into her seemed to increase her frenzy, her shrieks of pleasure going up off the scale as she reached the peak of her own climax. But eventually, when we were both completely drained, Sandy fell forwards, her breasts crushing against me as our chests heaved, gasping for air and we clutched at each other, struggling to recover from the shattering experience we had shared. To an onlooker from above we must have seemed like two fish, beached, stranded by the falling tide, our useless, jerking bodies interlocked. But, unlike the poor fish, the sea breeze that blew lightly across us was life-giving and we gulped great lungfuls, reviving a little more as each one brought fresh oxygen to our exhausted bodies. Sandy was the first to recover and as she roused herself and moved to one side my now totally useless cock slipped unprotestingly from her with nothing more than a faint 'plop' to mark its exit. She rolled off me, lying close, her hand finding and grasping mine as she waited for me to fully recover too. I felt the rays from the dying sun warming my skin and, at the same time the cool, early evening breeze freshen it. I regretted that my brain, that phenomenal instrument, that could recall facts, events, smells and sounds from any part of my previous life, was totally incapable of replaying even the smallest fraction of the physical ecstasy I had experienced only minutes before. The price we paid for not bearing with us the pain we suffer either, I remembered - but, at that moment I would have gladly borne all of my past agonies for just a few seconds recall of what was now and would be forever an indescribable and unrecollectable memory. Suddenly I realised that she was talking to me and I dragged myself up out of my philosophical reverie. 'I'm sorry darling - what did you say?' 'I asked if you were all right.' she answered. I roused myself and, propping up on one elbow, turned to her - the waning light lit her, turning her skin to a shimmering gold and once again the sheer loveliness of her took my breath away and I knew that even though my body was totally spent - somewhere, somehow a part of me still ached for her. She knew that look of dumb-struck adoration well and smiled gently as she leaned over and lightly kissed me, then drew back and sat up, her arms clasped around her bent knees. 'I thought you might have fallen asleep and didn't want you to get cold - the sun's going down fast now.' I pulled myself together and sat up too, suddenly aware of the chill in the air. 'I'm going for a quick dip - coming?' I asked, stretching my hand out to her. 'No thanks lover, I prefer a hot shower when we get back - you go ahead, I'll get dressed but don't be too long.' I did and she did and I wasn't. The few minutes in the surf brought me fully back to reality and also the realisation that in only a few short hours I could be re-enacting the thrills we had just shared - Sandy and I could have the whole night together. We climbed, hand in hand back up the path and when we reached the top I stopped for a moment and said. 'Tonight Sandy - tonight I want to spend the whole of it with you. The others don't matter now, a lot of them have gone already and if I know the rest, they'll sleep late tomorrow.' She smiled and pulled me close to her. 'Of course. I want that too! Though you might not want me as much when you see me first thing in the morning.' 'I can't imagine why not - but I promise not to kiss you until I've had a shave. Not where it will show anyway!' She laughed but then her expression became serious as she asked. 'What about after tonight Peter?' 'You know I want to keep on seeing you Sandy - you can't doubt that surely?' No Peter - but.' 'But what?' 'It's so difficult, in this kind of work. I'm constantly on the move, like this job for instance. If only I had a more normal sort of job.' 'I thought you liked modelling.' 'Oh I do! It's been very good for me - but, well - it's hard to have any sort of, you know, a regular life, with someone.' We had been steadily getting closer to the motel as we talked and as we came around the final bend she gave my hand a brief squeeze and then let go of it. 'Just in case Peter - just in case.' I wasn't sure that I understood her concern any more but made nothing of it. Continuing what she had been saying, I replied. 'I'll have a think about what you said, we can talk later - after we escape from the mob. Let's get away as early as we can after dinner - I'm starting to want you again already!' Those spectacular eyes stared into mine for a long time before she said huskily. 'And don't you think I feel exactly the same way Peter?' * Chapter 4 The Untangling Dinner seemed interminable, with work finished those that were left were determined to enjoy themselves to the full - 'full' being the operative word for some of them! Unfortunately for me my client had chosen to stay on too and expected me to keep things 'happy' for him - that meant keeping the bottles coming, anecdotes flowing and generally being my professionally convivial personality. I made sure I poured for the others and not for myself and watched for the first possible chance to escape. Sandy was, as always the centre of attraction for many of the men and towards the end I even had the client approach me confidentially, to ask if I could arrange for her to visit him in his room later. My look froze him out - without losing his business, I hoped! But a little after that I watched enviously as I saw her slip out, signalling with her eyes for me to follow soon and, knowing that she was then waiting for me made me more reckless, so after just a few more minutes I thought 'to hell with them all!' - and left them to it, not caring what anyone thought, only able to think of Sandy, in her room, waiting for me! I went straight there of course and she opened the door immediately she heard my faint knock. She even had a bottle of champagne waiting, handing it to me, her eyes holding mine, as she said. 'I grabbed this from the bar, open this for us Peter. I'll just go and get out of these things.' 'Into, 'something more comfortable'?' I asked with a grin. 'Of course.' she answered as she slipped into the bath-room. 'I've had an idea about a job darling.' I called out to her and her head immediately reappeared around the door, a look of excited anticipation on her face. 'Really - what?' 'Well, we have two Receptionists at the office, one just operates the phones, the other relieves her at lunch times but is really there as a sort of client contact point, takes care of them when they arrive, acts as a hostess when we have presentations and things like that. So she has to be more, 'presentable', if you know what I mean. Anyway, I heard that the girl that's doing that job is leaving. It's not much but it would be a start.' She flew out from the bath-room - totally naked - straight into my arms! Clinging to every inch of me, holding my face still with her hands as she kissed me furiously. 'Could I - could you - I mean, could you help me get it? Wouldn't it be marvellous - you'd see me every day, no more trips away. Oh, Peter, Peter darling - you must get that job for me!' She was like a human whirlwind, an emotional, sexual whirlwind that simply picked me up and carried me away - carried me away to paradise! She simply ripped the clothes off of me and virtually raped me - and I loved every minute of it! We got around to opening the champagne sometime later, a lot later! As we lay, side by side, sipping and still touching, she asked me more about the job - who she would actually be working for, who would interview her, what they were like, how the company was structured and operated, who actually made the big decisions. Before I knew it an hour or more had gone by and I think she knew as much about the place as I did. Then, when she had it all, she got up, refilled our glasses and walked back towards me, the wicked grin that I knew and loved so well playing around her mouth and eyes. The rest of the night is a blur - a bitter-sweet, almost drugged haze of pleasure - her eyes, lips, breasts, hands, eyes, thighs, pussy, arse, eyes, breasts, mouth, hands, pussy, eyes - I didn't know I was capable of some of the things I did with her and certainly experienced sensations I had never felt before. It was a wonderful, magical, night - one that I would give anything to re-live, just once! Who You Know She got the job of course. I saw her again, just a few times - but even on those occasions it wasn't the same; she was pre-occupied, went through our love-making almost mechanically. The rest of the time she always seemed to be either rushing off to or just back from something or other. At best, she could offer me a 'quick fuck', often she didn't even have time for that! Then, one evening she actually invited me over for dinner and, for the first time in weeks she made love to me with some of the fire that had originally besotted me - but afterwards, as we lay together, she told me it was, 'the last time'! She told me she was engaged - a month later she was married - to the firm's Managing Director! Through me she had again proved the truth of the old adage - 'To get ahead in this world, its not a question of what you know - but who you know'!