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Working Away

By: foldedpaper



It had been a long tedious day -- an early start on site, followed by a dreary conference. Steve was thoroughly bored with the daily grind.

In his pocket, his mobile vibrated to indicate an incoming message. He reached as subtly as he could into the pocket of his black combats and retrieved his Nokia.

The little yellow envelope showed at the top of the screen with a 2 next to it. Two messages. He sighed and opened the first -- sure enough, his bank balance. The details didn't really matter, there would be a D at the end, indicating his overdrawn status. The actual amount was large, but the ins and outs from his account were of little interest. He scrolled to the next message.

"I want to take you right to the edge, with my hands, lips and tongue, before stopping, looking at you, and then gently lowering myself onto you...."

Wow, that was unexpected. He'd only spoken to her a few times on the office phone and met up a couple of times for a pint......

*******

"Hello, is Simon there, please?" had come the unusual voice over the office phone.

"No -- sorry he no longer works here, can I help you?" Steve replied.

"Well, that depends..." said the female at the other end. She certainly had an accent, although Steve couldn't exactly place it. For once, it sounded like someone with a sense of humour, at least.

"I'll try, if I can -- anything in particular you have in mind?"

The conversation ran through various boring business related stuff, but it was the voice that kept his interest. There always seemed to be a laugh waiting in the wings. It became clear that there was a bright brain attached to this voice and the two of them chatted for ages about the minutiae of day-to-day life, finding out that they both had a liking for correct English and little time for fools.

"OK -- I'll be in touch," said the voice.

Steve suddenly realised he didn't even know her name.

"Sorry, what is your name, I missed it at the start of the call!"

"I'm Tina, from York. I'll be in touch."

"Ok -- I look forward to it..."

*******

A few days later they spoke again on the 'phone, chatting away like they'd known each other for ages and agreed to meet up for a beer one night. 

"6pm in The Red Lion?" said Tina.

"Sure, but how will I know you?"

"I'll send you a picture on-line."

The picture duly arrived, and yes, she looked ok --not a stunner, but not a shocker either.

About 6.10 he wandered into the dark interior of the Lion, not his local, nor hers, but at least they had decent beer on tap. 

In the corner sat a lonely figure in black leather and denim, nose buried in a book. Was that her?

"Tina?"

She looked up and smiled -- at least he'd not made a complete fool of himself.

Some small talk later and a couple of pints (both on real ale - that makes a change for a girl) and they were getting on like a house on fire. He looked at the book she was reading -- something scifi based and at least by an author he'd heard of. But it wasn't really the book that was catching his attention, it was still that laugh, not often let out, but still just on the edge.

A few more drinks and they were deep in that bit of conversation that could go anywhere. The guards were down and there was more eye contact than either expected.

"Time please, gentlemen," called the barman. 11pm already! Last trains and tricky journeys beckoned. 

Steve gallantly helped Tina into her leather jacket and offered her his arm. Pausing briefly to light a cigarette each, they walked slowly arm-in-arm towards the station. Steve's heart was running fast, partly with the shock of the time (how would he explain this when he got home?) and partly because he hadn't been the focus of attention of another woman for as long as he could remember.

The chat still flowed -- work, politics, religion, family, food, drinks, plans, dreams, holidays. There was nothing missing, except that indefinable space. Three little letters, yet they both skirted it completely. There was a tension, certainly palpable, almost visible, starting to grow between them as they reached the station.

"Well that's my train in 5 minutes," Steve said.

"Uh huh," Tina replied. There was another awkward pause, then they both spoke at once.

"No, you go first!"

"No you."

Tina leant forward close enough for Steve to feel her breath on his lips. He had had just enough drink to make him brave enough to accept the offered mouth. Like a pair of teenagers, they moved hesitantly closer to each other, paused just long enough to be sure, before kissing. Initially a gentle contact, they were soon in a passionate embrace. Tina's tongue snaked around the inside of Steve's mouth, still tasting of beer and cigarettes -- no different from his own, he guessed.

Tina pressed her hips forward against his, feeling for the evidence of his arousal. Steve's eyes were closed as he involuntarily pushed himself back against her. He could feel himself swelling with excitement as she squirmed against him.

Suddenly Tina pulled away and with a saucy grin, turned away to run for her bus, leaving Steve dumbstruck as he wandered off to catch his late train.

Throughout the journey home, Steve sat shaking his head, partly in confusion, partly in disbelief. At least the walk at the other end would give him a chance to sober up and get his thoughts straight.

Even after a few drinks, Steve slept fitfully, tossing and turning in his sleep, unreasonably annoyed by the sound of his wife sleeping soundly next to him. When the alarm woke him early the next morning he fell out of bed and went for a shower. Looking in the mirror, he looked hard at himself -- not too bad for late 30's but no Brad Pitt either. Dark hair, bearded and olive tinted skin, he was never likely to have the girls queuing at his door, and he knew it -- life had never really been like that.

Inevitably his thoughts returned to the night before. Glancing down he could see his penis start to swell as he remembered how Tina had pressed herself into him with such enthusiasm. He reached down and held his hardening cock, easing his foreskin back as his erection grew. Within a few moments he was fully hard. Whilst not much to look at when clothed, Steve knew he was pretty well endowed -- his cock was about 8 inches long, but the few partners he'd had were all more impressed by the girth -- he could only just get his fingers all the way round it when aroused, and he had big hands! He smiled ruefully as he gently tugged on his foreskin. There always was that urge to come when you have a slight hangover, and Steve soon gave in to it, wincing as his heartbeat rose and pounded in his head as he shot a load of cum, albeit a small one, into the shower.

Once recovered and rinsed, he dressed, bade farewell to the family and left for the office. Nothing exciting was likely to happen today, but the evening before had been a pleasant diversion and had boosted his flagging ego somewhat. Sex had been pretty much off the menu at home for a long time, long before the arrival of the children. He almost laughed at the fact that the one time he remembered had been the makings of their first child and he couldn't even remember being there for the conception of the second! So much for married life.

*******

The office held the usual round of people chasing for payment, people trying to sell services he didn't need and the rest. His head still buzzed slightly from both the drink and the early morning wank, and the coffee hadn't really helped. It was nearly midday when the phone rang again.

"Yes -- can I help you?" he sighed. The customer care course really had been wasted that morning, but there was a hesitant response on the line.

"Erm yes, well I hope so. It's, er about last night......"

"Tina, is that you?" Steve brightened up visibly, sitting up in his chair as he took her call.

"I'd like to apologise if I was a bit, er, inappropriate?" came the response "That's not something I normally do, in fact I've never done it before, not like that, anyway, and you're married and you must think I'm a dreadful tart and I'm really sorry and I hope...."

"Please, I was flattered, really, by that -- we were both a bit drunk and hey I enjoyed it anyway."

There was an almost audible sigh of relief over the phone and the conversation was back on track, and was there still a hint of sexual tension or was that Steve's imagination?

After chatting more Steve suddenly remembered that he had a gig to go to that Friday. What the hell, he thought, seeing as Tina lived so far away, it was unlikely she'd go for it, but he invited her anyway.

"I'd love to come, where is it?" came the slightly breathless reply.

Having sorted out directions, Steve hung up and sat pondering things. There was no-one else in the office and he found his hand gently cupping his cock again, this time through his jeans. 

She'd really got to him -- mind you, it was a while since anyone had shown any interest in him, certainly physically.

Emerging from his reverie, Steve returned to what he should have been doing -- invoices, paperwork, all the dull stuff. He struggled to concentrate, but got most of the work done anyway before heading off home.

*******

The next two days were pretty ordinary -- no contact with Tina -- was that good, was he going to be stood up, should he call? Friday came and, at lunchtime, a call, this time on his mobile. 

"Still on for tonight?" came the distinctive voice.

He swallowed, probably audibly. "Sure -- see you there about 7?"

"Will do," click.

That was it. Twelve words. Yet the die was cast. The earlier kiss could be passed off as drink related, but now they were both stone cold sober and planning to get together again. There was no doubt that things were progressing and in a pretty extraordinary way.

The afternoon went in a blur, with the lighting and sound system installed for the bands who were due to play. Half way through soundchecking a voice behind Steve said "Hi there, sexy!"

"Hi -- you look good," and Tina did -- the bands were loosely a gypsy themed bunch and Tina had gone some way to matching the brief. Not only that, she'd bought the first drinks of the evening! Good girl, Steve thought.

Taking a seat in the corner, Tina relaxed with her book, but Steve was conscious of her eyes on him as he finished sorting out the technical requirements of the three bands due to play that night. At last everyone was happy and Steve could give Tina some time. They sat and chatted for a few minutes before slipping out for a crafty cigarette. There was definitely some tension there, and some in Steve's trousers, as the banter flowed between them.

After the second band there was a long break before the headliners were due on, so the two of them sneaked out to another pub -- this one with decent beer, but still close enough for them to get back for the climax of the evening's entertainment.

Why was it that words like climax kept creeping into the conversation, Steve wondered idly, as they caught each others' eye yet again. There were palpable sparks starting to come off them both as the evening wore on.

Tina was pretty drunk as they left for the station. Steve too was definitely merry and had enjoyed Tina's company no end. As they stood on the platform, waiting for her train home, she suddenly turned and planted a kiss square on Steve's lips, before wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself into him. Shocked by this sudden development, Steve instinctively grabbed her around her waist, pulling her closer still. The kiss was a real passionate affair, and Steve's mind was in a whirl as the train pulled in. Tina reluctantly released him and jumped on the train, just as the doors closed. Waving from the window, the train pulled out, leaving Steve with a baffled expression on his face and yet another raging hardon.

Steve wandered home, even more lost in his thoughts than after the first time they kissed. Fortunately everyone else was asleep as he let himself in, so he grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat not watching the television. Even the free channels with topless girls didn't grab his attention -- he was definitely thinking more about Tina... what would she look like topless, or even better, naked, he wondered. She had a slim physique, somewhat different from his sleeping wife upstairs, and was a lot more forward in her advances, that was for sure. Again, Steve smiled ruefully -- maybe that really was just married life!

Saturday and Sunday were the usual round of domestic commitments -- football for his son, dance for his daughter, followed by lunch, domestic chores and the like. Steve plodded through the routine with part of his mind definitely on other matters. Admittedly they'd not really progressed to any level of intimacy when sober, but it had happened twice now and he'd been more aroused by it than he could remember being in years.

Monday and Tuesday were spend in an increasing state of nervous anticipation -- he was working on site and had to have his mobile off, so it was Wednesday before he looked at the missed calls display on the office phone -- 16 missed calls, four messages. He idly scanned through the list of missed calls -- there were a load of 0845 numbers -- banks after his non-existent money, but a bunch together from a mobile number he didn't recognise. He debated calling it back, and was still pondering when the line rang from the very mobile he'd been contemplating...

"Hello, how can I help you?" 

"I can think of one or two things you might be able to help with...!" came the laughing reply.

Excellent, thought Steve.... she really is up for some fun -- would they have the nerve to take it further though?

This time there was precious little work talk -- just a lot of flirting, plenty of double entendres and again the tension.

It turned out that Tina had a project to work on and no project manager to visit the client. Would Steve be able to help her out? All expenses paid trip to a hotel somewhere.

Steve didn't want to look to keen, but didn't want to blow the chance either... there were things he hoped would be blown if they did go away, after all!

Tina was also playing it cool by the sound of things, but they agreed to meet up at the station two days later and take the trip together.

The next day was another tedious corporate event. Steve kept his phone on silent - no-one likes it when they are interrupted half way through the latest developments in business especially if it's the crew. The phone vibrated silently in his pocket, twice. Another message. These days they were rarely anything very interesting. He discreetly slipped his Nokia from the pocket on his combats. Two messages. One was the bank (overdrawn, of course) the other from a mobile number....."I want to take you right to the edge, with my hands, lips and tongue, before stopping, looking at you, and then gently lowering myself onto you...." Bloody hell! That really was a shock. Steve felt himself go red -- a rare thing, as he re-read the message. He'd never received a message quite like that! Was Tina really up for it or was she just a real prick tease?

******

Dressed smartly, Steve stood waiting by the ticket barrier, dying for a nervous cigarette (but unable to have one as he stood on the platform). Tina sneaked up and suddenly slipped her arm around him and, with a cheeky grin, set off, guiding Steve towards the waiting train. She too was dressed for business and looked good, Steve reflected.

Fortunately they had a double seat facing forward, with no-one in the seat opposite, giving plenty of legroom for them both. Tina unshipped her laptop and opened up a couple of files, pretending to work. Steve looked over her shoulder and saw they were in fact playlists for I-tunes. Tina passed him a spare pair of headphones and they were soon swapping tracks back and forth. The journey was only interrupted by the trolley buffet, from which they had a couple of small bottles of red wine and a sandwich.

At last the train pulled into their destination and Steve chivalrously helped Tina down from the train and grabbed her bag. He was rewarded with a solid kiss.

"And that's just for starters, if you play your cards right!" she threw over her shoulder as they set off on the short walk to the hotel.

Steve followed, properly noticing her walk for the first time -- mmm, rather nice, he thought.

Reception at the hotel didn't bat an eyelid as 

the two of them checked in and headed upstairs. 

The room was ok -- a little faded, but perfectly serviceable. And only one big bed.

Both of them paused, just over the threshold of the room, the door propped open slightly by their bags. Steve's mind was partly on pause, partly running flat out, paused with the shock of actually being there, but running on apace with the possibilities...

The door swung closed and they stood for a moment, not speaking.

"Well here we are, then...." Steve ventured

"Yes, we are," Tina had never sounded so unsure.

"Let's unpack then," and Steve made a start.

Within five minutes they had both put their clothes away and were stood, slightly self-consciously between the bed and the dressing table. Tina turned towards Steve and, almost at an unspoken command, they were kissing.

The kiss grew in intensity -- their tongues probing and wrapping around each other. They made eye contact and broke off -- reluctantly. Steve spoke first.

"We don't have to do anything -- you can stop at any time."

"Uh huh..."

"No -- I mean it.... you can call halt at any time."

Tina's reaction was to grab Steve by his tie and thrust her tongue down Steve's throat.

Steve reached up and slipped his hand behind her neck, pulling her closer to him.

As they pulled apart, Steve's hand came up between them, gently running his fingers over the buttons of Tina's top. He undid the first, nearest her neck, noticing the pulse in her neck as he did so. It quickened noticeably as he began to undo the buttons down her blouse, his hands pausing briefly as he passed between her breasts.

Her blouse slipped easily from her slender shoulders, leaving Tina with her breasts only hidden by her plain black bra. Steve paused again, before slipping the strap from one shoulder. Tina bit her lip and closed her eyes as the slightly padded cup of her bra slipped down. 

She swallowed hard, as did Steve, as her smooth flesh was revealed. He reached round behind Tina, struggled for a moment, then released the catch on her bra. Subconsciously, Tina held the thin material closer to her chest, keeping her boobs hidden from Steve's gaze. Steve bent down towards her, his hot breath on her chest, and eased her hands down. Her left breast came into view, creamy white flesh topped with a delicate, coffee tinted nipple. He bent lower and touched the tip of Tina's nipple with his tongue. The skin around Tina's nipple puckered and she drew a deep shuddering breath.

Steve straightened and Tina too. Looking him straight in the eye, Tina grabbed Steve's jacket and pulled it from him before starting to unbutton his shirt. Steve pulled his tie off and threw it on the bed. Tina's fingers ran through the dark hair on Steve's chest before slipping down to his waistband, where they busied themselves undoing his belt and trousers.

Steve too reached down, running the tips of his fingers across the soft warmth of Tina's stomach towards the button of her jeans. In a moment, the top of her jeans was open. There was that awkward moment (never seen in movies of any genre) whilst shoes & socks were removed. Trousers soon joined them on the floor, leaving the two of them, out of breath and slightly uncomfortable, dressed only in their underwear from the waist down.

Tina's plain black panties came into view as she stood slightly bashfully in front of Steve, her hands lightly clasped in front of her stomach. Steve knew Tina had had a child, now a teenager, and also knew she was a bit self conscious about the resulting stretchmarks. Steve gently moved her hand away from her stomach. He could see she was trying to hold in her belly, but Steve didn't care -- he just wanted her, a fact borne out by the swelling in the front of his grey pants.


Working Away



The shiny material of her panties shimmered as Steve's fingers ran lightly over the front of Tina's knickers, feeling the slight give of her pubes under his touch. He hooked a finger under the elastic and eased her panties floorwards. With a deft wriggle, Tina was soon naked before him. 

Steve stood up, allowing Tina to see the evidence of his arousal. She reached out hesitantly before touching his cock through the thin material. She traced the outline of his shaft through his pants before slipping a finger inside. Steve drew in his breath through his teeth as he felt her nails graze the skin of his balls. He really was getting hard for her now. Tina suddenly seemed to make a decision and pulled Steve's pants right down, releasing his cock. It didn't point at the ceiling like in the books, nor was it a 12" monster. It was, however, very aroused. Tina's hand reached out and lifted the weight of his erection. Her fingers didn't reach around the girth of his shaft, so she cupped his balls in one hand whilst stroking the length of his penis with the other.

Steve gently pulled her up from the crouched position she had been in and they embraced again --this time with no clothing between them. He could feel the warmth of her breasts pressing against his stomach -- the height difference could still be an issue, he thought. Tina spread her legs slightly and he could feel the heat of her pussy against the shaft of his cock.

They somehow moved to the bed, still kissing and so aroused they were oblivious to the clothing dumped on the floor as they stumbled closer to the conclusion they both wanted.

Tina lay down on the bed, still hiding some parts of herself from Steve's gaze. Not the obvious, not the perky breasts or the lightly covered down of her pussy. She was obviously worried about her stomach, Steve thought, but lowered his bearded mouth to kiss her belly. She shuddered slightly as his breath tickled her delicate light body hair and allowed her arms to drift away from their protective position. 

Steve looked down -- yes there were stretch marks, but nothing horrifying. He kissed them gently, before moving up, over her ribs, towards the smooth mounds of her breasts. His tongue sneaked out to lick her nipple. It stood up hard, a delicate pink/ brown in colour a few millimetres wide and about a centimetre high, like the nipples on a young girl.

Tina's breath came in shuddering gasps as Steve continued to lick and suck at her breasts. Her hand reached down towards Steve's erection. He shuffled up the bed to put it in range and Tina sat up to see what she was doing.

Steve's cock was hard, hot and heavy in her hand as she gently pulled his foreskin back, exposing the head of his cock. Both of them could smell their mutual arousal. Steve reached down, past Tina's breasts to the junction of her thighs. Steve had always loved the sight of a pussy, though the vast majority of his life had been spent looking at 2 dimensional ones in mags and videos. His fingers slipped gently past Tina's pubes and touched the slick smooth flesh of the top of her crack. Tina shuddered and lay back, her legs drifting apart as Steve's fingers explored her sex.

Little had been said during this time. Most of the communications had been non-verbal -- the odd moan, or sigh, a muttered "yes" or "lower" from Tina, a gentle "slower" from Steve.

Now, however, he wanted to be sure.

"Do you really want to do this?" he asked.

Tina's eyes opened wide as she realised that Steve was kneeling between her open thighs, his erect cock aimed straight at her pussy.

By way of answer, she simply put her hand on the small of Steve's back and pulled him closer.

The blunt tip of Steve's cock nudged against the glistening lips of Tina's pussy. He paused before pushing against the rubbery resistance. Tina reached down and aligned his thrust a little better. He pushed again, this time the head of his cock slipped inside, forcing Tina's inner lips apart as the shaft of his cock started to slip inside. After a few more thrusts Steve looked down and realised that he was entirely inside Tina's cunt. Her inner lips were stretched around his shaft shining with her juices. Tina moaned gently as she felt him thrust in and out, reaching down to feel the point where the two of them were joined.

Steve's thrusts grew stronger as he felt the muscles in Tina's sex start to relax and accommodate him. Her thighs spread wide as he bent forward to lick at her nipples. Tina lifted her breast nearer to his face and offered her engorged nipple to his hungry mouth. After a brief oral caress, the two of them started to kiss again, tongues tangled and thrusting as they snogged. Missionary position may not be the most adventurous known to man, but it does tick a fair few boxes -- eye contact, mouth to breast contact, kissing, support with his arms.

Tina's pussy felt great -- tight, hot, slippery. God, he thought, this is what I've been missing. He pushed himself deep inside and felt Tina push back against him. The tip of his cock nudged something -- it must have been Tina's cervix and she squirmed under him in response. The pace of their thrusting increased, with both of them apparently having decided that if they were going to do this, they'd do it properly.

Tina started to wriggle her hips harder against Steve, rubbing her clit against the base of his cock. Her breathing changed, becoming ragged and irregular as she approached her orgasm. Steve carefully moved so he could both watch her and contribute further to her pleasure. Supporting himself on one arm he gently tweaked Tina's engorged nipple. She gasped, as, with her eyes closed, this was unexpected. This simple act was enough to push her over the edge and Steve could feel her muscles clamping around his erection, spasming as she came.

Steve was still hard and still wanted to come, but Tina's pussy was so wet that it didn't have enough grip to provide the stimulation he craved. He slipped his cock from between Tina's legs and started to stroke his cock as he looked down at Tina's recently fucked pussy. Her lips were slightly parted, shining with the juices from coming so hard. Her thighs still twitched with the tail end of her orgasm and, as Steve looked down, he suddenly realised how Tina might feel if he masturbated over her pussy. Much of his sexual life had been a bit like this, with precious few occasions where a partner had made him come themselves. His cock started to wilt at the thought and the atmosphere changed suddenly.

Tina opened her eyes and sat up. "What's up?" she asked, concerned by the downcast expression on Steve's face. 

"You know how I told you I have problems with having an orgasm?" Steve said uncertainly.

"Yes," came the slightly questioning reply. They had covered some pretty intimate subjects during the train journey, this included, so it wasn't exactly news, but it was still a difficult subject for Steve, particularly under the circumstances!

"Well, I'm in that situation now," came Steve's reply. Great, he thought, here I am with a sexy, willing, naked, horny woman and I'm still going to end up wanking!

Tina reached down to his flagging erection and started to gently stroke it. Her reaction was, to say the least, a surprise to Steve. Wow, a female hand, so delicate, holding and caressing his erection. Inevitable his cock started to rouse itself again and was soon as hard as ever. The scent of Tina's arousal was still apparent and there was still a shine on the shaft of his cock from Tina's soaking pussy.

His hand joined hers, setting the pace of her wanking. Tina looked closely at his face as he approached his orgasm, still stroking his balls and chest with her fingers. Steve only had eyes for her body -- her perky little breasts, nipples still poking out from her recent fun, moving to the delicate covering of pubes above her pussy.

He shuffled slightly on the bed to allow him to see more of the most intimate area of Tina's body and as her pussy lips came into view, unloaded two or three great blobs of hot spunk over Tina's thighs, pubes and belly.

The two of them paused for a moment before cuddling close to each other, there was a strong smell of sex in the room and their skin was sticky with sweat on their chests and cum on their bellies and thighs. Steve felt his cock start to droop again, but this time was happy to let it.

Tina's fingers again started to explore Steve's body -- running through his chest hair, gently tweaking his nipple before heading down between their resting bodies. Instead of the obvious, Tina dipped the tip of her finger between the still sopping lips of her recently vacated pussy. She offered the shining tip of her finger to Steve. He tentatively extended his tongue and, for the first time, tasted her. He sucked all the juices off her finger with relish -- pussy had always been a favourite taste of Steve's and muff diving was one of the best parts of sex for him. In fact, over the years it had become something he really loved to do, just the opportunities had reduced.

Tina seemed surprised that he had enjoyed her taste so much and was still more surprised as Steve moved away from her, kissing his way from her mouth to her neck (she closed her eyes and moaned at this point) over her breasts, spending a moment on each nipple, before moving Tina's hands away from the soft, warm and slightly sticky skin of her belly and through the sparse covering of pubic hair that shrouded her pussy.

Steve gently spread Tina's thighs, feeling her resistance start to fade as she realised what he was about to do. His breath gently moved the hairs on the mound of her pussy. Tina sucked in air through her teeth as his face approached the crux of her thighs. He gently repositioned her bottom and thighs to allow him access to her pussy, which still shone from the enthusiastic shafting so recently finished.

Steve looked down, gazing at the beautiful sight before him. Tina's outer lips were still engorged from their recent sex and her inner lips still gaped open from stretching to accommodate the girth of Steve's erection. Concentrating on the top of her sex, Steve gently eased back the wrinkled flesh protecting the tiny shining bud of Tina's clitoris. He snaked his tongue out, gently touching it and watching Tina convulse with the unexpected stimulus.

Holding her lips open, Steve moved his attention lower, licking with the flat of his tongue between her lips. Tina spread her thighs as far as she could, giving Steve great access to her pussy. He pulled back a few inches, and looked closely at her sex. What a stunning sight -- so much more exciting than any porn star in a magazine or on the TV. And she was prepared and indeed happy to let him look and enjoy it.

He returned to the task in hand, pushing the tip of his tongue as deep as he could into the entrance to Tina's vagina. God she tasted good, slightly sweet, slightly salty and so wet!

Tina's hands were soon busy -- one pressing Steve's head into her groin, the other rubbing feverishly at her clitoris as Steve licked around the rest of her pussy. What a great session of sex, thought Steve, as he struggled for breath, his nose buried deep in Tina's soaking wet vulva. 

Tina shuddered and twitched under the dual attack of Steve's mouth and her own fingers as she once more approached her orgasm. Steve once more paid attention to Tina's clitoris, easing back the hood of skin that covered it before once more touching it with the tip of his tongue. Tina's body tensed for a second as he licked the full length of her pussy, from her vagina, right between her lips and back to her clit, pushing Tina over the edge and into a second orgasm, even bigger than her first.

Tina's body shook with the excitement of hitting those heights again so soon. Steve's penis was hard again, pushing against her leg as they lay tangled on the bed. Tina had pretty soon realised how much Steve enjoyed looking at her sex and wriggled gently around to present her body to him. He groaned gently as Tina reached down and spread her outer lips before him. He could see her inner lips, puffy with arousal and the creamy juices collected in the entrance to her vagina. He grasped his erection, unselfconsciously pumping his foreskin up and down the shaft of his cock. Tina still had her eyes closed as she adjusted her position again. Steve looked on transfixed as she spread her inner lips. He'd never seen a woman spread herself so wide and the illicit nature of their night away certainly helped. He could see deep within the folds of Tina's pussy and then suddenly, with a convulsive jerk, his cock spurted another load of hot cum over Tina's spread sex. Feeling somewhat awkward he reached for a tissue to wipe it up. Tina brushed his hand away, instead reaching down to cradle her now sticky pussy in one hand, whilst pulling Steve down next to her on the bed.

Their two naked bodies now curled closer to each other, both of them spent by their exertions and orgasms. For a first time together, this had certainly been pretty damn good, thought Steve as he drifted off to sleep -- for the first time in ages feeling like he really was wanted. 

Tina smiled in her sleep as she snuggled in closer to Steve's sleeping body. It had been a real gamble by both of them but seemed to have paid off. There was always the morning too -- her meeting wasn't until 11!

To be continued...



Working Away Ch. 01



I spend most of my life working away from home on various contracts, so when a good friend of my wife telephoned me to ask if I could do a little job on her car for a bit of cash, "Hell" I thought, "I'm in the area, so why not?"

I arranged to be there a couple of days later. The job was an easy one, a bit of maintenance and repair, followed by an official safety check. I took the car away and arranged to deliver it back that evening.

About six o'clock that evening I knocked on her door.

"Come in...Door's open." She shouted from the upper floor.

As I stepped through the door she popped her head over the bannisters, her shoulder length wet hair shedding small drops of water down the stair-well. "Be with you in a minute - just got out of the shower. Make yourself at home. Put the kettle on!"

"Okay." I replied, walked into the kitchen and did what I was asked.

Julie was an exceptional looking woman, her ice blue eyes and slim, near perfect figure not giving away the fact that she was a mother of two, and had been married four times. Christ, how could any of them have let her go? Now in her late thirties, she was about ten years younger than my wife, and five years younger than me. We'd all met when her oldest child was at school with our youngest, and we'd hit it off straight away, my wife and her , and her (now ex) husband and I. Ten years down the line and two husbands later, she was now single again.

"If only..." I thought.

My train of thought was interrupted by her sudden appearance, framed by the kitchen doorway, and standing in a knee-length pink bath robe, with her hair wrapped in a 'turban' towel.

"Everything OK?" She asked.

I made a point of looking her up and down, "Looks fine to me!" The banter always flowed freely with Julie.

"No" She laughed, "With the car, silly!"

I explained whet I'd done, and how much it cost, and she bent over the kitchen worktop to get her cheque-book from her purse. Her movement parted the front of her robe and revealed a milky-white thigh. 

As she tore the cheque from its book, it dropped to the floor at her feet, and I instinctively knelt down to pick it up. As I looked up I caught a glimpse of her pussy, the neatly trimmed black tufts perfectly outlining her pink puffy lips.

"Collar and cuffs don't match then?" I smiled as I looked up to her. It was no secret that her blonde hair came from a bottle. She giggled back at me but made no attempt to cover herself up.

I was at the right height so, being very nervous and not wanting to ruin a nice friendship by making an unwelcome pass, I gradually brought my face closer to her pussy. As I poked out my tongue to lick her wetness she gasped, and I pulled away, but she grabbed the back of my head and pushed me back. 

I probed her slit with my tongue and nose, and as my lapping increased, so did her breath, coming in sharp gasps until she cried out, and my face was flooded with her juice.

I stood up, releasing my hard cock as I did, and placed it at the entrance to her tunnel. It was a bit akward as she was still half-leaning sideways on the worktop, but nothing was going to stop me now, so with a few short thrusts I was located in her, and began to make slowly longer strokes.

After what seemed like only seconds, she pushed me away, and I really thought I'd blown it, but she turned to lean face-down on the worktop, and with one hand pulled her robe up over her ass, revealing her perfect pussy jutting out between her thighs. She parted her legs slightly, and I slid in with ease, right up to my balls. I spent a moment savouring the feeling, and trying to convince myself that this was really happening before starting to thrust into her again. She pushed back on me with every thrust I made, whilst reaching down between her thighs and rubbing her clit. It was not long before she was coming again, though this time noisier and wetter than the last.

I knew I couldn't last much longer, so started to thrust harder and harder, until I was just about at the brink.

Julie must have sensed this, and pulled away suddenly, dropped to her knees and took my cock between her lips. A couple of minutes of her sucking and nibbling and I could hold out no longer. My come spurted down her throat and she swallowed eagerly.

She rose to her feet and smiled, rearranged her robe and towel, and without talking took my hand and led me upstairs to her room.

We stood facing each other, and kissed deeply. It seemed somehow unreal that I'd known and fancied this woman for over ten years, and I had already fucked her, but we'd never kissed. As our tongues played with each other I could taste myself on her tongue, and I'm sure she could taste herself on mine.

As we kissed I undid her robe, pulled it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, she repaid the compliment with my pants, and soon we stood naked. I looked over her body. Time had been kind to it. Her breasts were not huge, and had only the slightest sag in them. Her stomach was firm and flat, and I wanted her again.

I bent forward to kiss and bite a nipple, and she pushed me back onto her bed. Despite the fact I had only come a few minutes before I could feel my cock stiffening again. She noticed this and pounced on it with her mouth. I grabbed her ass and pulled her on top of me so that I could lick her pussy again, but this time, without the constraints of standing up, access was immediate and easy. I licked and probed whilst she gave expert head, and soon I was harder than ever. She came again, gripping my head with her thighs, shuddering and pushing down on my mouth, whilst never stopping the amazing blow-job she was giving me.

She let go, stood up and turned around. Straddling my waist she lowered herself onto my eager cock and started to bounce up and down. I mashed her breasts between my hands, and then grabbed her waist to try and exert some kind of control over her movements, but she was like a woman possessed, increasing her pace until she screamed out and fell forward on top of me.

We kissed again, me still hard and inside her whilst she recovered, and soon she was starting to ride me again. Another orgasm followed very soon, and she re-occupied the space on my chest.

After a few moments of just caressing each other she stopped and looked up at me, "Do you want to please me?" She asked.

I couldn't think what else I could do, bar growing my cock an extra few inches, that would please her more. "Of course I do" I said, hoping that she wasn't going to try and fist-fuck me.

She sat upright again, and eased upwards just enough to release my cock.

She felt down between us. "Wet!" she said with a smile, and started to massage her crotch.

She jiggled forwards a bit and, with my cock still hard in her hand, started to gently lower herself again. I felt more resistance this time, and felt my foreskin being dragged hard up my shaft. She let go of my shaft and leaned backwards on her hands, moving her body until my cock was firmly embedded in her ass.

Her ice blue eyes rolled up into her lids, and she began to gasp again as she slowly started to buck. The feeling was incredible.

I put both of my thumbs together and placed them on my stomach, so that they would locate with her pussy on her every downward thrust. 

After only a few moments she started to scream at the top of her voice. I had never known a woman come so noisily, and I was afraid the neighbours might call the police, but there was no way I was going to try and stop her. She bucked and screamed her way to her next orgasm, and then fell, limp on top of me again, my stiff cock falling out of her ass as she did.

She rolled off me and laid on her back, eyes closed, silent, almost sleeping, and I took in her nakedness again. She was beautiful.

I reached down and started to play with her pussy again, and she moved gently on the bed.

"Fuck me" she whispered.

I knelt between her legs, and eased my cock into her. She smiled up at me, eyes still closed, but breathing a bit deeper.

I tried to hold back and make this incredible situation last as long as possible, but I could not contain myself, and it was my turn to pump in a frenzy, until I could feel the unmistakable feeling of the start of an orgasm. As I started to pump my seed into her, her eyes suddenly opened wide, and she gasped out as she came again.

We fucked once more when we woke in the middle of the night. It was more love-making than fucking though. That slow, gentle half-awake missionary fuck that takes no exertion, but still results in a warm satisfied feeling for both. 

In the morning I was awoken with a cup of coffee and a pair of warm lips around my cock, which rapidly stiffened into the twelve-o-clock position.

"Good morning lover," she said, smacking her lips and passing me the hot cup of wake-up juice, "What time do you have to leave?"

"I've got to be a hundred miles away by ten. What time is it now?"

"Eight."

"Bugger! I'm going to be late!" I jumped to my feet and started to look for my clothes.

"Don't you want to please me again?" She traced the line of her stomach until her index finger was firmly planted in her pussy. She withdrew it and placed it in my mouth.

I licked it eagerly. "Didn't I please you last night?" I asked.

I weighed up the situation in my head:

Late for a contract - loss of money - bad name - no more work - poverty.

Or

Julie. Beautiful naked, willing Julie who I'd lusted after for years, and who I might never get the opportunity again to...

"Well?" She asked.

I answered by kissing her again, our tongues wresting together with the feint taste of each other, and the newer taste of sweet coffee.

She started to tug on my cock again, though it didn't need much encouragement, and I fingered her slit which was already wet with her juices.

"I'm not a slut." She said. Her sudden statement a bit of a surprise given the situation, "The men I've married have all been mistakes, and some of my boyfriends have just been for sex. I get lonely you know"

"I...I...I..." I tried to stammer some kind of encouragement, but my mind was still concentrating on my hard cock and her soft pussy.

"I'm not a slut."

"Why do you say that?" My mind had started to work, "Do you think I'm here just to fuck you? I've wanted you for years, and I don't care about how many men you've married and how many men you've slept with."

"Good," She said, "Will you fuck my arse?"

She moved onto the bed on all fours and offered her arse to me. I felt I should analyze the situation, but cured that thought by slipping a couple of fingers into her pussy and easing some of her natural lubrication up to her arse-hole until my fingers could slip in and out with ease. I then did the same with my cock and transferred some of her slippery juice to the head and down the shaft. 

Positioning my cock at her entrance I pushed in gently, relishing the tightness, but taking it easy for the sake of my sore member, until I was all the way in. Julie gasped, and pushed back harder.

We started to fuck, me pumping regular strokes, and her responding by pushing back on every one. She felt between her legs and started to massage her own clit again, until her legs buckled and she screamed out loud again.

We lay for a moment, her flat on her stomach and me still firmly engaged with her arse. I started to pump again. This time she didn't move at all, but judging by the groans and whoops she was letting out I guess I was pushing the right buttons. She came again, noisily again, and then was quiet,

I withdrew my still hard cock. I liked anal sex, but for me there is no substitute for a nice wet pussy.

Julie rolled over and looked at the clock,

"Christ is that the time? I've got to pick the kids up from my Mum's at nine. She stood up and started to get her clothes together.

I grabbed her and threw her back on the bed ,"Oh no you don't. You've fucked up my day, so now it's my turn."

I pushed myself between her legs again, located my shaft at the entrance to her pussy and began to stroke very gently. Easing myself into her warmth just a centimetre at a time until I was all the way in.

I started to caress and massage her breasts and then kissed her hard on the lips. Her body responded and writhed below me. We moved together until my orgasm triggered hers.

We both dressed in silence, and I eventually got away from her at about 9:30. She wouldn't speak about what had gone on between us at all, and pulled away when I tried to kiss her goodbye. Her silence made me fear that I had ruined our friendship.

About an hour and a half later, stuck in a traffic jam, my mobile phone rang.

"Hello it's Julie. I think my car may need a service next week..."



Working Away Ch. 02



I hadn't seen Julie for some time since our first encounter, and was worried in case she really didn't want to see me at all any more – not even as a friend.

In the few days I had spent at home with my wife over the past couple of months I'd been on tenterhooks every time the phone rang, and whenever my wife answered it: "Oh hello Julie, how are you?" I froze, and strained to listen to the conversation. So far so good though, as nothing had obviously been said. My wife was still talking to me, and she always said that Julie sounded fine.

*

I was working on a new contract, and staying about 200 miles away from home (and about an hour from Julie's). 

One Saturday morning, needing some provisions to keep with me in the car and back at my dismal rented room I decided to visit the local 'out of town' supermarket as it was easier to park there.

I wandered aimlessly up and down the aisles, gripping my little chrome basket and searching for some tasty morsel that would excite my taste buds. I must have looked like as fish out of water judging by the looks that some of the women who were shopping gave me.

I paused in the snack aisle and stared at the shelves.

Chips, Poppadums or Tortilla's, Chips, Poppadums or Tortilla's, Chips, Poppadums or Tortilla's? 

As I reached up for some cheesy corn snacks I felt a light tap on my shoulder,

"Fancy seeing you here!"

I turned around and there she was. Wearing tight jeans and a tight white woollen top that hugged the full shape of her pert little breasts and left her navel and about 3" of her firm, flat stomach on view. The light shining in from the window behind her caught her hair and her top and seemed to make her glow with the aura of an angel.

"Julie!" my shock was genuine. This was hardly her local shop.

"Long time – no see," she continued, "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question."

"I've got to drop Daisy off at her Nana's." she pointed at the young child who was waiting impatiently by a shopping trolley, "And I thought I'd better pick a few things up whilst I was here."

"Hi Daisy." I waved.

"Hi Uncle Terry." The childs impatience and reluctant manners obvious.

I turned back to her Mum, "Thought I'd have heard from you before now," Julie looked a little confused, and a bit cross, "Your car," I continued, "Didn't you want it serviced?"

"Oh' she laughed, her obvious relief allowing her smile to beam again "I wondered what you were getting at. Yes, well...er...no." she laughed again, " I got the mileage wrong. It isn't due a service for a while yet. Bit of a Blonde moment!" I laughed, "But..." Her voice tailed off, and her head fell forward and to the side.

"But?" I prompted.

With her head still bent forward she looked up at me, her ice blue eyes making contact with my own. She blushed gently.

"But...would you like to come back for coffee?"

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt the stirrings in my pants again. I didn't want to give away the fact that I was too eager, but I'm sure it showed. I must have held back for nearly a second before I blurted out,

"Great!...But when?"

"I'll finish my shopping, drop Daisy off, and I'll be back at home in about two and-a-half hours. Okay?"

I nodded.

She took her child's hand, grabbed her trolley and walked away, the movement of her firm ass torturing the layer of denim that barely contained it. She paused at the end of the aisle and looked back. "See you then!"

Her full lips puckered into a kiss, and then she was gone.

I couldn't concentrate on salty snacks (well, not the kind of salty snacks in the supermarket) after that, so I grabbed a six-pack of soft drinks, paid quickly and headed back to my car.

I purposely took the drive slowly. I could easily have made it to her house in under an hour, but I didn't want to be there before she arrived. "Too eager" I thought.

I stopped at a filling station on the way and bought myself a sandwich. I also bought her a bunch of flowers and a small (but overpriced) box of chocolates. I sat and ate before heading off again.

I arrived at Julie's just after she had, and knocked on her door. As she opened it her jeans, her top, her hair and the smile on her face were all perfect. I gave her the meagre offerings I'd bought, and she pecked me on the cheek and beckoned me inside.

"Coffee?" she asked.

"Am I actually going to get a cup this time?" I asked with a grin. 

She blushed, but then relaxed and giggled gently. She moved over to the kettle and switched it on with a deliberate movement, turned back to me and with her hands placed purposefully on her hips asked, "Satisfied?" 

"Not yet, but who knows..." I had relaxed as well. The freely flowing banter that we had always had in the past had returned, and being with her felt very natural.

"How long can you stay?" she asked.

"I've got to get away by seven."

"What, tonight?"

"No. Monday morning!" I couldn't stop myself from grinning widely.

"You horny sod!" she threw a tea-towel at me in mock disgust "You're assuming a lot aren't you?"

"I'm assuming you didn't ask me back for coffee." I stepped forward and embraced her, by hands going instinctively to her firm buttocks and my lips finding hers. Our tongues played with each other just as they had done the last time we'd been together. My hands roamed over her firm ass and waist, and my hardening cock strained against her, but as I tried to push up the front of her top she pushed away.

"Not now, horny boy."

I looked at her puzzled.

"Don't worry..." she reassured me, reaching out and rubbing my hard cock through the front of my jeans, "...There's nothing wrong, it's just that my sister's staying and I don't want her to know that we're...you know..." She looked to the floor and blushed, "We'll just have to wait until she's gone to bed." 

*

Julie's sister Karen was about five years younger than Julie, but she had obviously been further down the queue when God had given out looks and figure. She wasn't ugly, but she was slightly less of a looker than her elder sister. She had a larger (though not huge) nose, and was slightly shorter and slightly chubbier than Julie. She had larger breasts, and was apparently a true blonde though, the lack of dark scalp roots almost proving it beyond all question. 

She also had a really funny and bubbly personality, betraying the fact that her personal relationship was not a happy one. She'd been living with the same bloke since leaving school, and he didn't treat her right. She was staying with Julie to try and 'sort her head out' after another one of their monumental domestic arguments.

*

The three of us spent an enjoyable evening, drinking wine and coffee, swapping stories, banter and innuendo, until about midnight.

"Well, I'm off to bed." Said Karen, " Night Julie" and then she turned to me, "Where are you staying?"

"Erm..." I felt myself turning red, "...About an hour away, but it's an easy journey." I looked up at Julie and she looked furtively between Karen and me.

"Well drive safely. Night then!" and she left, her footsteps echoing up the empty stair-well.

*

Julie and I spent the next hour or so hardly talking until we were sure Karen was at least in bed, and most probably fast asleep. She stood up and walked towards me, bent down and kissed me hard on the lips. She stood back upright and pulled the woollen top over her head revealing a pure white bra which offered her breasts out as if they were on sale, but this soon joined her top in a heap on the carpet.

She held out her hand to me, "Well?" she said.

I took her hand and followed her as silently as possible up the stairs, the secrecy making my excitement all the more urgent. 

We stripped in silence, Julie leaving on her white thong as some mental semblance of chastity, but me butt naked with my cock standing out like a flag pole. The last time we'd been together it had taken my sore cock days to recover, and I was hoping this time wasn't going to be any different.

She dropped to her knees and took my aching member into her warm moist mouth, and I savoured the sensation, though trying not to move or breathe in case I made a noise. I reached down and stroked her hair, and she looked up at me. The view of those beautiful eyes and my cock in that mouth nearly pushed me over the edge there and then, and I had to push her away. I lifted her from her kneeling position and kissed her, then motioned her to lay on the bed.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her thong and gradually pulled it down her legs, she lifted up to make the journey easier. I dropped it to the floor and was confronted by the look and smell of that gorgeous pussy, it's lips glinting with moisture. I buried my face into it and probed the sweet wetness with my tongue. As I lapped eagerly she wriggled below me and then suddenly stopped and grabbed the back of my head, forcing me harder into her, I guess I'd found the spot.

I licked her hard clitoris faster and fasted until I heard a subdued whimper and her thighs came together and gripped my face. She shuddered in orgasm, and her juices flowed freely. 

I licked upwards, tracing the slight crease of her waist, circling her navel, and then reaching the hard buds at the ends of her pert breasts.

"Fuck me lover" she whispered.

I moved silently between her legs and located my swollen cock with her pussy. A couple of gentle long thrusts later and I was in her, moving instinctively in and out of her wetness. As my pace increased so did her breathing. I bit and licked her erect nipples and she breathed into, and then bit my ear. I could feel the sap rising in my penis and thrust harder.

"Come on, come with me" she encouraged, and at that moment I started to pump my seed into her. She let out a small yelp and then bit her lip to stifle the scream that was welling up inside her. She pushed her pelvis up to meet mine and then shuddered hard as my cock emptied itself of the last few drops of come.

"You are fantastic" I whispered. She smiled, her eyes closed and her breath now softened into a melodic rhythm.

I lay beside her, covering her nakedness with the duvet, and just looked at her whilst she fell asleep. I don't know whether it was love, infatuation or just lust, but I knew I had to be with this woman again. My confused thoughts turned to dreams as I drifted off to sleep.

*

About an hour later I was woken by Julie's eager pussy pounding away on my refreshed member. I'd obviously got hard in my sleep, and Julie was making the most of it. I pulled her towards me and licked and bit her erect nipples whilst caressing those beautiful pert little breasts. Julie must have forgotten about being quiet, and she let out a scream and pushed down on me hard. I was just about to come when we were disturbed with a blinding light and a shout,

"OH JULIE!" it was Karen, she had turned the main bedroom light on, and she stood at the doorway to Julie's bedroom in her dressing gown, staring at our naked bodies entwined on the bed, "HOW COULD YOU? What on earth are you doing with HIM?" She slammed the door behind her and stomped off. 

Julie leapt off me letting my hard cock slap to my stomach, she grabbed her robe and followed her sister. There were raised voices:

"Julie, how COULD you?"

"You're only jealous cos you can't get a good man."

"Well you can't get one of your own. What will his wife say?"

"We're not doing anyone any harm. What's the wrong in it?"

"Wrong? He's a married man. Of course it's wrong."

"He doesn't have a sex life at home so it's not even like he's two-timing."

"And I suppose he told you that did he? He's bound to isn't he!"

"NO." it was Julie's voice, louder than ever, "SHE DID!"

*

There was sudden silence followed by much quieter voices which I couldn't make out, and after a while Julie returned to my side and cuddled up to me. 

"Sorted!" she said with a smile. We kissed again and then fell back to sleep.

*

Sunday morning dawned, and, still half asleep I was vaguely aware of the bed empty beside me. I heard the door open, and soon felt the familiar sensation of a hand massaging my cock and balls. I sighed and smiled, but did not bother to open my eyes.

The hand was soon replaced with a warm mouth, and as it licked and sucked my cock grew harder and harder, until it hit the back of her throat on every downward suck.

The mouth then disappeared, and the weight of an extra body rocked the bed. I felt a knee either side of mine, and then the hand was back, manoeuvring my cock into the warm folds of a hot vagina.

She pushed down. She felt a little tighter than I remembered and a little heavier, but I had been asleep the last time she had mounted me, so I put it down to my mind playing tricks on me. Her hands grabbed my ankles and she started to move up and down, faster and faster. The muscles of her tight pussy were massaging my cock on every buck, and although we had only been fucking for a few minutes I knew I was going to come. I grabbed her waist and thrust upwards with every downward stroke she made, and soon I felt her drop down with all her weight and grip my thighs with hers. She trembled, though totally silently, and I pumped my seed up into her, relishing the sensation, still with my eyes closed, and hoping this feeling would never end.

There was a sudden noise from the kitchen downstairs, and she hopped up quickly, letting my limp cock and what felt like pints of fluid splash down onto my thighs. I heard the door close behind her.

*

Moments later the door opened again 

"Morning lover, I've bought you a coffee" she whispered.

I opened my eyes and there was Julie, wrapped in her robe, and holding out a steaming cup to me.

"Wow," I said, "What a fantastic way to be woken up. What was the noise downstairs?"

She looked a little confused at me,"I was making coffee, silly."

Sudden realisation dawned on me. If Julie had made the noise downstairs then she couldn't have been impaled on my hard shaft at the same time. That left only one possibility. I shifted awkwardly in the bed, trying to cover my cock which was still glistening with what I now guessed were her sister's juices. She let her robe fall to the floor and lay down beside me, her hand snaking towards my shaft.

"Er" I said, shifting away from her, "what about Karen?" 

"She won't bother us. We had a chat last night after the shouting match, and she told me that she understood why I wanted you in my bed, and that if her relationship deteriorated any more then she'd be tempted too!"

Her hand found its target and she felt between my legs, "Or am I too late?" she asked with a smile, massaging her sisters fluids into my cock and making me feel horny again.

"Have I just been set up?" I asked.

"Hell no." Julie's answer was obviously an honest one, "But we're sisters. We always used to share everything, and let's face it, you're not really mine are you."

"No, but you don't understand... I didn't know...I don't want to upset you."

"Didn't know? How could you not know that you've just fucked my sister?"

"I had my eyes closed and...and she kind of helped herself. You both feel kind of the same and after last night I didn't think she'd ever want to look at me again, let alone fuck me. Look I REALLY don't want to upset you, I don't want to ruin what we've got"

She looked a little confused, "So you really didn't know it was her?"

"No."

"And you really want me?"

"Really."

"And you'll do anything to please me?"

"Anything."

"Well you know what to do."

She turned over onto her hands and knees and I stood behind her, my cock now hard again thanks to her efforts, and still covered with a mixture of my come and her sisters it slid easily into her eager ass.

She groaned deeply and pushed back onto me, pulling my foreskin over my swollen helmet, and making me gasp with the flash of pain. 

I recovered quickly and started to pump, harder and harder, faster and faster until she let out a familiar scream. I pulled out of her ass and placed my cock at the entrance to her pussy. By comparison to her tight ass there felt like no resistance at all, and my balls slapped against her furry mound. I grabbed her waist and pulled her onto me, controlling the sensations until I heard her groan again, and then shout out.

She wriggled away, turned around and fed my cock into her mouth. It still had a mixture of my come, her sisters come, her come and her ass on it, and the thought of this – along with the expert head I was being given – made me come almost immediately and I shot my load down her throat. She swallowed enthusiastically and then licked her lips.

She looked up at me and smiled, "What have you got in mind for the rest of today?"

"More of the same I hope!"

She tugged on my limp cock playfully, "I've got to pop into work for a couple of hours."

"But it's Sunday," I protested, "No-one works on Sunday."

"I've got to sort out a few security passes for tomorrow morning. I should have done it yesterday but something came up!" She motioned towards my cock and gave it a squeeze, "Anyway, this looks like it needs some recovery time." She laughed.

"What about Karen?" I asked nervously. I didn't want to risk being alone in the house with her because I thought we'd probably fuck again, and I'd risk upsetting Julie and missing out on the incredible sex that she was giving me.

"Look," she said with mock disgust, "If it isn't hard enough to fuck me again, then it won't be hard enough to fuck her."

"That's not what I meant."

"Are you sure?" I wasn't, but I nodded that I was, "Don't worry lover, she's going home to see if she can sort things out. I'm dropping her off at the station on my way to work, so you can relax and make yourself at home." She kissed me and I watched her dress, covering her puffy cunt lips with a small triangle of material before scooping her breasts into her bra, then covering the lot in a very business-like blouse and trouser-suit. Just the movement of her made me feel horny again.

She grabbed her bag and keys from the bedside table and kissed me again. 'See you later" she said and then grabbed my crotch, "and keep dinner warm!" she laughed and left.

There were voices downstairs, a door slam and then silence.

*

I must have drifted off to sleep again for a short while, but when I woke again I felt the need for coffee and toast, so I pulled just my jeans on and headed down the stairs towards the kitchen. I was at the base of the stairs when there was a jangle of keys and the front door opened.

It was Karen. She was a legal secretary by trade, and her work fashion obviously carried on into her weekends. She was wearing a blouse and cardigan which both parted slightly at her ample breasts, a knee length skirt, light coloured tights and black leather shoes. We stood face to face, and in an awkward silence for what seemed like ages until she spoke,

"Look, I'm sorry about this morning."

"No need to apologise, it was a great way to be woken up. I just wish you'd introduced yourself first." 

She laughed and then started to cry. I hugged her instinctively and felt her soft tears dropping onto my bare chest.

"It was lovely." She said, "You are so wonderful."

I was a little shocked at this. I had never considered myself to be a stud, or anything different to any other bloke. I loved sex, and was grateful to any woman who let me indulge in it. I was a bit over-weight and didn't even think I was particularly handsome, but here I was with women falling at my feet.

"Any man would be glad of the attention you paid me this morning."

"Not any man," she sobbed. "My man won't fuck me at all. He says I'm fat and he won't let his cock near me until I've got a figure like," she drew a deep breath, and sobbed out, "Julie."




Working Away Ch. 02



There was a muted beeping noise coming from the bedside cabinet. Steve turned over to switch off his alarm and suddenly realised where he was. And what had happened the night before. No, that must be a fantasy, he thought, then realised with a jolt that there was a naked body in bet with him, shrouded only by the crumpled, slightly soiled sheet.

Wow! He looked down at the sleeping form next to him, her hair messed by their evening of passion and a night in a strange bed.

Tina stirred at his wakening, rolling onto her back. The sheet slipped from her shoulders and exposed the upper half of her breast. Steve looked on, fascinated. Was this really happening to him? His body started to respond involuntarily, his cock hardening at the combination of what he could see, what he couldn't and what he remembered from the night before.

Tina snuggled closer, her arms reaching out to pull him to her. Steve looked down tenderly as her breast slipped completely into view. What a way to start the day, he thought as his erection grew stronger. Tina wriggled again -- her living hot water bottle was not in the normal position, and she was starting to wake up.

Steve could not resist the sight before him and reached over to gently cup Tina's breast in his hand. So soft, so warm, so inviting. Tina purred in her almost sleep and pressed her body against his, squirming to make the most of the contact between the two of them.

Steve looked away, looking into the distance as he started to worry about the implications of his situation. His thoughts were interrupted by Tina sitting up next to him and kissing his stubbly cheek. Steve looked round, and inevitably down, towards Tina's creamy breasts. His cock twitched again and started to rise beneath the sheet. Tina kissed him again, and they were soon in a passionate embrace, Tina's nipples pressed hard against the hairy pelt of his chest.

The sheet had fallen to waist level, demonstrating that the L-shaped sheet really is a fiction only for film makers, and exposing Tina's chest and stomach to Steve's eyes. At least at this point, Tina was not so aware of her scars. Steve's hand drifted across her chest, and down her belly towards her pussy. He paused, again seeking permission to continue. Tina's eyes opened wide as the two of them kissed and her hand grabbed his wrist. Steve thought he might have pushed his luck -- the night before had been a little alcohol fuelled after all, and they hadn't really discussed what they had done. He needn't have worried, as Tina tightened her grip on his hand and pulled his hand into her groin.

Steve could feel the heat coming from her and the moist air under the covers. He gently touched her pubes, feeling them still damp from their night of passion the night before. His finger slipped further down, spreading her lips gently apart. 

Tina squirmed under this attention, rolling away from him to lay spread-eagled on the bed. The covers, recently so comforting, were now simply in the way. Steve flicked them off Tina's body, exposing her whole body to his excited eyes. The cool air in the room hit Tina's body and her nipples hardened. Steve's nipples also responded to the change of temperature, a detail not lost on Tina as she looked at his body from under her lashes.

Steve's attention, however, was elsewhere. He looked down at the slim, girlish body next to him. What a change from his normal bed fellow. Big breasts were one thing, but in his wife's case they came with a big everything else. This body was far more arousing.

He looked closely at Tina's breasts as he leant closer. Lying down, they were simple little mounds, topped with so-suckable little cherries. Steve gently tweaked her right nipple, watching Tina stretch luxuriously in response. His tongue soon followed, running from her wrist, up her arm, across her smooth shaved armpit and, via the salt cellars of her collar bone, onto the upper slope of her breast, before taking the aroused tip into his mouth. After a few seconds of this attention he gently nibbled with his teeth, eliciting a hiss of air from between Tina's teeth. Tina pushed him gently away and rolled Steve onto his back.

"My turn now, I think!" she said as she sat up and started to stroke Steve's chest.

As he started to protest, Tina tweaked one of his nipples, causing Steve's already prominent erection to jerk in response.

"Ah -- I see someone likes that!" Tina laughed and reached down towards Steve's penis. She gently traced her fingertips around the head of his cock before returning to exploring Steve's chest and shoulders. Having done a fair bit of manual, physical work over the years, Steve's upper body was in not bad shape -- not a body builder's gym perfection, but not a desk jockey's weedy frame either.

Tina suddenly swung her left leg over Steve's waist, leaving her straddling his body. Her cute breasts hung down towards Steve, who could not resist them, leaning forward to kiss and caress each in turn. Tina paused in her sex play to enjoy Steve's only too obvious delight in her delicate boobs, before sitting up straight on his stomach, breasts out of reach.

Steve looked down, over his chest and stomach to where Tina's pussy showed. With the thin covering of hair on her mound, Steve could see her outer lips spread by the way she was sitting. Tina's eyes followed Steve's gaze and she gently stroked herself.

"You like what you can see, then?" she asked teasingly.

Steve gulped. "You bet" he mumbled. Clearing his throat, he tried again.

"You bet"

Tina lifted herself slightly from his belly, moving slightly downwards. She reached down between her legs and retrieved Steve's erection, before lining it up on her pussy. Steve's eyes opened wide as she aligned herself to the head of his penis and gently lowered herself onto him. 

God, she is so tight! thought Steve as, after a couple of gentle test lowerings, Tina impaled herself fully on his cock.

They both looked down again -- Steve in fascination, Tina in amazement, as their pubes tangled. From where he lay, Steve could see Tina's lips spread around the very fattest part of his cock, and as he watched, Tina reached down and started to rub gently at her pussy. Steve's eyes were glued to the sight -- her finger rubbing against the hood of her clit as she sat, full of his cock, naked in a hotel room.

Tina's head was tipped back, her lower lip gripped between her teeth, sweat showing at her temples as she rode up and down the hard cock in her pussy. She stabilised herself with her left hand as she upped the pace of her masturbating, rubbing her sopping pussy with the other. Steve could hear the liquid sounds of her arousal as she rode him and could see her breathing become ragged as she approached her orgasm. Deep inside her pussy his cock could feel the spasms start, getting rapidly bigger and less controlled as Tina's climax struck her. This time, the grip of her muscles on his cock was enough to really hit the spot and Steve thrust up to meet her downward push. Tina's muscles were just recovering, with the odd twinge as she still rode Steve's body when he bucked hard under her, his balls contracting as he shot a load of hot cum into her hot, aching pussy.

"Morning!" said Tina, laughing as she slid off his body. Steve's cock flopped against his stomach, wet with the combination of their juices and drained by the enthusiastic start to their day.

"Good morning!" he replied, reaching for her as she crawled up the bed.

"Back in a minute" she said and walked naked to the bathroom.

Steve watched her closely as she made her way across the room, thinking to himself how good Tina looked from that angle. He glance at the alarm clock, realising they still had over three hours before the business meeting they were ostensibly there for. That might give him time to persuade Tina to play her part in a couple of the other ideas Steve had in mind. With that backside, there were certainly things he fancied trying.

Tina returned from the bathroom, to find Steve looking slightly furtive.

"Penny for them?" she asked.

"I was just wondering if you'd be up for trying a couple of ideas -- you know, whilst we are here...." Steve replied.

"Really? Such as?" 

"Well, I'd love to try..........."

To be continued...



Working Away Ch. 02



"Well he must be either blind or fucking stupid." I looked down at her and brushed the tears away from her eyes.

"But you'd rather fuck Julie than me, wouldn't you?"

At this moment I wasn't even sure, so I answered her by kissing her lips. She responded by probing my mouth with her tongue. She was obviously desperate for some attention, and I felt my cock stiffening again.

"Can we go upstairs?" she asked coyly. She was almost begging, and her natural gentle-ness and subservience suddenly annoyed me.

"No!" I said. The disappointment on her face said it all, but I continued, "I'm going to fuck you here and now."

I turned her around and bent her over so that she was standing, but supporting herself on the stairs.

I pulled her skirt up over her waist, and was encouraged by the damp patch that had seeped through the gussets of her underwear. I tugged her tights and briefs down to her knees and probed her pussy with my fingers. She sighed and parted her legs as far as she could with the restraints around her knees. Releasing my now rejuvenated member I placed it at her cunt lips and pushed in hard. She was tight but wet, and I felt so horny that I ploughed away like I hadn't had it in weeks. She started to tremble and her knees began to buckle as her come dribbled from her slit, but I supported her and continued to fuck. Her body went stiff and she sighed loudly, and then gradually she began to move against me again. I continued at a steady pace with my hands supporting her waist until she stiffened again, grunted loudly, and then began to sob again as her come cascaded down between us.

I pulled out and turned her around, "what's the matter?" I asked.

"No-one has ever fucked me like that before," she said through her sobs, "I thought I was never going to stop coming."

She sat on the stairs sobbing with her head in her hands, her briefs and tights still around her knees, and a damp patch forming in the carpet just below her pussy.

"but that's what it should be like," I said, " If no man has ever fucked you like that then you've never had the right man."

She looked me straight in the eye, tears still rolling down her cheeks, "All of the right men are already taken." She looked down at my still hard cock, and then lowered her head into her hands again.

I pulled her to her feet, helped her up with her tights and briefs, took her by the hand and led her up to her bedroom.

"But.." she started, but I placed my finger against her lips to quieten her, and then kissed her on the lips again. 

We slowly kissed as I started to undress her, releasing the buttons from her cardigan and blouse, and then drawing them over her shoulders. She kicked off her shoes and wriggled out of her skirt and tights. I stood back and looked at her, her large breasts heaving up and down with her heavy breaths, her briefs, still damp and showing a few wisps of pure blonde hairs over the waist-line. Her stomach wasn't as flat as Julie's, but I'd never before appreciated what a fine looking woman she was. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Her breasts were big enough that I could push them together and take both of her nipples in my mouth at the same time, and she gasped as I did this, reaching down and releasing the waist-band of my jeans, and then pumping my stiff shaft with her hand.

I started to remove her briefs, and she stopped me, instead whipping them off herself with great speed. We kissed and embraced again, her hard nipples rubbing against my bare chest, and I pushed her back onto the single bed. I kissed down her neck, and over her chest, down past her navel until my lips rested on her furry mound. Her legs parted as if she was unsure about what to do, but as soon as I started to lick her crack they opened wide, and her panting became more frantic. I licked every part of her pussy, and then inserted a finger into her and started finger-fucking whilst my tongue found out her spot.

Her chest heaved and she started to whimper with every outward breath. As she came she squirted fluid all over the bed. I'd never had a woman who could really squirt before. This was amazing.

"Oh my Christ, Oh my Christ" she repeated as the waves came over her, "Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me now!"

As I pushed my dick into her she came again, and then grabbed my arse and pulled me in further, "Don't ever stop." She pleaded as she writhed and bucked below me. God this woman could come.

I rode her like a bucking bronco until I could hold back no longer, and started to pump my seed into her. She reacted by going totally still and holding her breath. Eventually she let her breath go with a long light sigh.

"Will you fuck me again some time? Like that?"

"Believe me, Karen, there are lots of men out there who would fuck you like that."

"Don't believe it." She said, "You are wonderful."

She reached down between us and released my limp dick from her flooded pussy. I rolled over and nearly fell off the bed, but managed to regain my balance. "Lay down" she instructed.

She got off the bed and I laid down on it. She started to stroke my cock again until it twitched, and then she replaced her hand with her mouth. I surprised myself when my cock began to harden again, and I tried to grab her back onto the bed, but she pulled away, though never releasing my cock from her mouth. She licked, sucked and nibbled, her hand caressing my balls until I felt the sap rising in my dick again, again I tried to grab her so that I could deposit it in the proper place, but she resisted, and soon I was spurting into her mouth.

"Wow," I said, "What was that all about?"

"I just wanted to say thankyou." She said, "but will you do me a favour?"

"What's that?"

"Every time you fuck Julie, will you think of me?"

*

Karen dried herself and dressed quickly, all the time babbling about what wonderful sex we'd had. I couldn't disagree, and when she called for a taxi and closed the front door behind her I felt a twinge of regret for letting her go.



Working Away Ch. 03



Karen had left about an hour earlier, and after showering to remove the smell of sex I slumped down to watch TV in Julie's lounge – still dressed in only my jeans. I dozed in the warmth of the room, mesmerised by the monotone of the TV, and catching up on the rest I hadn't got the previous night. I was woken from my daze when I heard keys jangling at the door again.

"Hi lover, I'm home!"

Julie dropped her bags noisily in the hall-way and then popped her head around the door of the lounge, "Like some lunch?"

"That'd be nice" I said, and followed her into the kitchen.

She put away a few items of food that she'd obviously bought on her way home, and then picked some bread, and looked butter, cheese and ham out of the fridge.

"Work alright?" I asked,

"Oh, Okay I suppose. Needs must..." She said.

She started buttering the bread, and then, very matter-of-fact like, stopped, kicked off her shoes and dropped her trousers and thong to the floor.

"Oh God," she said "Do me now". Standing there in just her business blouse and jacket with her pussy just peeping out from under her blouse she looked divine, and my cock stood immediately to attention again. I moved towards her, she bent over the kitchen side with her legs slightly parted offering me her swollen pussy, just like she had done the first time we'd fucked.

I moved in behind her and slid into her with ease.

"I've been thinking about you fucking my sister," she said as we moved together, "It made me feel so horny!"

"I'd never have guessed!"

She ground her pussy into my groin, and reached down between us so that she could caress my balls and stimulate her own clit at the same time. "Would you like to fuck her again?" she asked, her breath now coming in short pants.

I decide not to answer and just concentrated on making her come. I moved my dick in a circular motion as I pumped in and out, and she came as loudly as ever.

She pulled away and turned around, tugging at her remaining clothes until she was totally naked again. She laid down on the clothes-strewn kitchen floor, and I joined her, slipping into her sodden wet cunt easily again, and pumping deeply whilst I bit and chewed her nipples. She pulled me into her as much as possible and soon we both came again, our combined juices leaving a puddle on the kitchen floor..

After a few minutes of recovery she spoke again, "Well?"

"Well what?"

"You know 'well what'. Do you want to fuck Karen again."

"If it means I can't fuck you any more then no."

"And if it means you can still fuck me?"

"What are you trying to say?"

"See Karen is lonely, her boyfriend is a bastard, and she hasn't got the confidence to look for another man. I feel sorry for her so I'm prepared to share you until she sorts herself out."

I felt like all of my Christmasses had just come at once. Here was Julie who I had lusted after as long as I'd known her, who had only let me fuck her quite recently, telling me I could still continue to fuck her, even if I also wanted to fuck her horny little sister who could squirt fluid a foot down her legs every time she came.

"I'll think about it." I said, but just thinking about it had made me start to grow hard again, and I moved back towards her.

"Later." She said, patting my member. She stood up, gathered up her clothes and went up the stairs to dress.

After we had both dressed we did get that lunch and a coffee. We sat in the lounge that afternoon huddled together, not really watching the TV which was droning on in the corner but just enjoying each others company. I was quite relieved actually, as my cock was getting quite sore with all the action that it wasn't used to, so a few hours 'recovery time' was much appreciated.

At about five o'clock with the evening shadows lengthening outside, Julie's telephone rang.

"Hello...Oh no...Oh you poor thing...yes you must...no, no, don't stay there...yes of course it's OK...I'll see you then. Bye-ee."

Apparently Karen had tried to make up with her boyfriend but it hadn't worked, and resulted in an even bigger argument than before, so Julie had asked her back to stay 'for as long as it takes', and she was on her way over.

Julie snuggled back into my arms on the sofa, but suddenly sat up and looked at me seriously,

"Poor Karen, I do feel sorry for her."

I nodded in genuine agreement. How could any man upset such a horny and willing woman. Christ, if she was mine we'd spend all our spare time in bed (cock allowing).

"Listen to me," Julie's voice had turned stern, "You must fuck her OK? That bastard boyfriend of hers hasn't touched her in over a year, and aside from that quickie she helped herself to this morning she's virtually a virgin."

I couldn't let on that this wasn't, actually the case, so I nodded.

"She needs a good seeing to," Julie continued, "So I'll wait until she's here, and then make up some excuse to go out – work or something – then you'll have a couple of hours to make her happy, but don't take any longer than about ten o'clock because..."

"Because?" I interrupted.

"Because.." she said, her face now breaking into a broad smile, "Well... I have needs too you know!" and she flopped back into the warm spot she had left on my chest.

Karen arrived at about six-thirty, and she did look in a state. Her eyes were puffy with crying, and her make-up had run down her face. Julie ushered her upstairs to 'tidy her up a bit' whilst I sat and watched the TV.

Twenty minutes later they both reappeared downstairs, and Julie made Karen a cup of tea. She sat in the chair opposite me with her elbows on her knees, cupping the tea-mug in her hands and blowing the steam away. She was dressed in a very nice figure-hugging pencil-line skirt which was sandwiched between a roll-neck sweater (which nicely accented her large chest) and a pair of – what I assumed were – white tights.

I couldn't believe that any man could treat her so badly. She was a gentle woman with a very curvaceous figure, and she looked absolutely impeccable.

After enough time to finish her tea Julie looked at her watch and in mock horror said "Oh God is that the time, I've got to be back at work to finish those passes." 

She grabbed keys and coat and went for the door, winking at me as she left. The door slammed behind her and Karen and I were alone again.

"Okay?" I asked.

"Not bad" she replied, sniffling back a few tears.

"He isn't worth it you know." I walked towards her and put my arm around her shoulder, "Any man who treats a woman like that isn't worth the time of day"

She looked up at me, her puffy eyes full of tears, "And you?" she said.

"I would make you laugh and fuck you as often as I could." I replied, trying to make light of the situation.

She snuggled her head into me. "Go on then."

"What, fuck you?"

"No." she said, a small smile starting to form on her face, "You've got to make me laugh first!"

"Well you've already seen my cock, if that didn't make you laugh then I don't know what will."

Her face brightened, "and a very nice cock it is." And she gently started to massage it through my jeans.

I stood up, undid my flies and pulled out my cock, then reaching into my pockets turned them inside-out so that the linings were hanging down my sides, "Look... elephant!"

Her face cracked and she laughed out loud, "Mouse more like."

I prodded her with mock indignation, "Well you wouldn't like it up your arse!" I laughed.

She froze and fell silent again

"What have I done?" I asked, returning my cock and pockets to the comfort of my jeans.

"Nothing," she said, and then smiled again "You've made me laugh, now sit down."

I did as she asked, and she stood before me and swayed. I watched as she pulled her sweater up over her tits, and then her head, revealing a white lacy bra. She then undid the zip in her skirt, and started to wiggle it to the ground. When she stood up I nearly came there and then, she looked fantastic, standing there in a matching white lace suspender belt, white stockings and a white thong which barely contained her blonde mound. My cock leapt to attention.

"You did this for me?" I asked, my excitement obvious in more ways than one.

"No, I'm afraid not. I did it for that ungrateful twat at home."

"And he didn't want you?"

"He said I looked ridiculous, like a fat pig."

"Well I was wrong about him then," I said 

She screwed up her face in curiosity "What do you mean?"

"He must be blind AND fucking stupid. You look stunning."

"Is that just your cock talking though?"

"Well, bearing in mind the shagging that your sister has been giving me lately I don't have to beg for sex. No, You look marvellous! I'm so glad he turned you down so that I can enjoy the benefits."

She moved towards me until her white panties were level with my face and I leant forward and licked at the flimsy material. It didn't take long before her excitement started to ooze through the material and I tasted her pussy. Grabbing at the waistband with my teeth I pulled down until her bare pussy was on show, framed by the straps of her suspender belt. I moved forward and licked her, She tasted delicious, and the smell of her delicate perfume filled the air. As my tongue parted her lips she started to gyrate, faster and faster until I was losing contact with her for half of the time. This just seemed to excite her more, feeling my tongue sliding in and out of her cunt. She whimpered softly and a flood of fluid gushed from her and soaked the top of her stockings.

"I want you." She said.

She kneeled on the floor in front of me and released my cock from it's restraints. She moved her face towards the swollen helmet but I was well past that stage already and needed to be inside her. I moved around her and lifted her ass up to get access to her cunt. She responded by kneeling forward and resting her head on the seat. I stroked her pussy from behind. It was wet. Very wet. I bent down to taste it and she shivered as if a cold wind had blown over her. I licked her pussy and up her ass crack, up along her back until my cock was at her entrance and my tongue was on her neck.

I eased all of the way into her, her wetness allowing me a slick ride into the depths of her tight pussy, and paused whilst I lifted up her hair and kissed the back of her neck.

She shuddered again, "You are so good." She whispered.

"A man is only as good as the materials he's given to work with. If you weren't so damn sexy then I wouldn't be so hard."

As I started to gently stroke in and out I reached around and rolled her nipples between my fingers, she bucked backwards and then let out a little sob. I paused, "Everything OK?" not that I wasn't going to continue if everything wasn't OK.

"What have I got to do to have you?" she sobbed into the cushion.

I pulled out of her and turned her gently so that she was laying flat on the carpet. I looked at her, laying in her lacy bra and suspenders, her stockings still wet from her come. She looked so inviting, and at that moment I thought she was the horniest sight I'd ever seen.

"You are having me." I said, stating what I felt was the obvious.

"For always?" she asked.

I brushed a tear from her eyes and kissed her passionately on the lips. She closed her eyes and responded by sucking in my tongue. I grabbed a cushion from the chair and laid it under her head, then kneeling between her nylon clad thighs I pushed into her gently again and resumed the slow deliberate movements of my cock. She pushed up to meet my every thrust and soon started to whimper as she flooded my cock and the immediately surrounding carpet with her come.

I picked up the pace, and she obviously sensed why and started to buck and gyrate underneath me again. The sensation of her nylons brushing against my thighs and her pulsating pussy milking my cock was indescribable, and soon it was my turn to stop as I released jets of my hot seed into her warm, wet pussy.

I kissed her passionately, our tongues darting in and out of each other in frantic passion "That was amazing." I said. The pleasure of my statement bringing a broad smile back to her face, "You were amazing," I continued.

Tears started to roll down her cheeks again "I think I'm falling in love with you" she sobbed.

I wasn't quite sure how to reply. Here I was, fucking the sister of the woman I was fucking 'on the side' who just happened to be one of my wife's best friends, and here she was after only a day starting to love me. 

I was saved by the ten o'clock news on TV "God, Julie will be back soon. We'd better tidy up a bit."

I pulled away from her, my limp cock dragging strings of come from her pussy lips, but she grabbed me before I could get up. "Don't let this be the end" she said, and kissed me deeply. I helped her to her feet and hugged her.

"It won't." 

By the time Julie arrived back home you would hardly know anything had happened between us. Karen and I were dressed again, and sat in the lounge sharing a bottle of wine. The only thing that gave us away was an 18" round stain in Julie's light coloured carpet. 

Julie grabbed a clean glass and poured herself a large glass of wine. We chatted again, Karen had obviously calmed down, and was laughing and joking along with us again.

Julie looked across at me and mouthed 'Thank you.'

I was going to have to be up early the next morning so I made my excuses and headed for the shower. The warm water invigorated me as I washed away the smell and sweat of the day. The shower door opened and Julie, naked as the day she was born, joined me.

I soaped her body, watching the water cascade off her breasts, and her hair cling ever closer to her head. 

She soaped me, paying particular attention to my cock and balls, she looked up at me and smiled as soon as it showed the desired reaction.

I pulled her towards me and kissed her, letting the water splash on our faces, and pushing my hardening tool into her stomach.

She sank to her knees, the water still flowing around us, and started to bite my foreskin, then licking the shaft up and down from my balls to my helmet. The sensation was great, and soon I was fully hard, and she sucked me in eagerly. The shower was not big enough to have a comfortable fuck in, but as long as we didn't move much a blow job would be easy.

She sucked and bit, and I grabbed her head and started to fuck her face, pushing my tool as far down her throat as I could with every thrust. 

I came quickly, pumping more come into her mouth that I thought I could possibly have left. She choked a bit, and then started to lick my sagging cock clean, before soaping it again.

"What about you?" I asked.

"I'm a bit sore," she said, "So I'll give it a miss."

"Why?" I asked naively.

"Aside from the fact you've been fucking me ragged for the past two days, the thought of you and Karen together made me so horny that I took a toy with me when I left you."

"A toy?"

"You know..." she blushed, obviously a bit embarrassed, "a dildo."

"and?" I asked. This new mental image started to make me feel horny myself again.

"Two hours of pushing it in and out of my cunt whilst I was sitting in the car made me a bit sore."

"The whole two hours?"

"Mmmm," she nodded, "I must have come twenty times."

"Twenty times?" I could hardly believe it.

"Yes" she said, sensing my disbelief, "Look, I'll show you."

We stepped out of the shower and grabbed towels, then leading me by the had she took me to the bedroom. She let go of me and held up her briefs, they were soaking wet. She showed me the skirt she'd been wearing, and the damp patch extended almost all over the back of it. Then she opened her handbag, and dragged out the biggest dildo I had ever seen. It must have been 14" long and about 6" around the knotty shaft, and suddenly I felt very inadequate.

"Christ!" I exclaimed, "I'm surprised you came only twenty times!"

"The battery ran out." She said.

"Can you really fit all of that in?" My mind was going wild, and my cock had begun to agree with it.

She stood on one leg and placed the other foot on the bed. As she lovingly licked the helmet of this angry beast my cock started to raise, and when she started to push it into her cunt an inch at a time, wincing with every movement, my cock got so hard I thought I was going to burst my foreskin.

After just a few minutes she was stood there with just the last half-inch poking out of her engorged lips, and a satisfied smile on her face.

I stepped towards her and slowly pulled this monster out of her. She twitched and hissed as I did. I dropped it to the bed and touched her pussy , but she winced again and grabbed my arm with both hands, "No." she said, "Sorry, but I really am too sore."

We stepped into bed together and kissed. She rested her head on my chest again. "Sorry" she said again, "I really wanted to fuck you before you left."

"Never mind." I was almost glad as I had begun to be really sore too, I hugged her nakedness against me and felt her soft bush against my leg. "There's always tomorrow."

At about three in the morning I woke needing to piss. Extricating myself from Julie's arms I crept towards the bathroom to relieve myself. On my way back to bed I passed by Karen's room. The door was open, and the street-light outside was illuminating her room with a ghostly yellow.

Karen was laid on the bed, naked except for her suspender belt. Her eyes were closed as if she were sleeping, but her right hand was sat on her mound with the index finger slipping in and out of her very wet cunt. Her naked breasts heaved as she picked up the pace, and as her body rocked, she bit her lip to stifle the noise of her orgasm. Still with her eyes shut she placed her finger into her mouth and sucked.

I had been stroking my cock as I watched this erotic sight, and it was now up to its full length. I crept into the room and placed a finger on her lips. She opened her eyes wide, looking like a rabbit caught in headlight beams.

"Ssssshhh!" I encouraged, and gently placed a knee between hers to help me up. She parted her legs, the smell of her sex wafting up, and the feel of the wet bed below my knees confirming that she had been enjoying herself.

My cock was rock-hard, and I couldn't wait to lower it into that pussy.

"Naughty boy!" Karen whispered into my ear as she felt my swollen dick, and then held it and placed it between her puffy cunt lips. 

I pushed in very gently, not wanting to make any noise in case her sister woke up, but Karen had other ideas, "Push hard" her heavy breathing making the whisper hoarse, "I need fucking not love-making."

Her coarseness surprised me. Maybe I'd woken the demon in her and now she was going to turn into a sex-crazed monster. I thought I'd better not upset the monster so I did as she asked, pumping hard and deep into her while I mashed her breasts and bit her nipples.

The bed rocked and creaked, and the more I tried to silence it by restricting my movements, the more Karen moved higher and faster. The creaking suddenly stopped, and Karen's eyes opened wide.

"Oh Fuck" she said. 

The alarm on her face concerned me until I felt a gush of fluid, nearly blowing my cock out of her pussy, and drenching my balls and thighs.

Her eyes rolled back and her lids closed. We lay silent for a while, me still firmly located in her, until her breathing slowed down.

"Terry," she whispered, "You know earlier on when you said I wouldn't like your cock up my ass?"

"Yes"

"Well I think I probably would."

I didn't need a second invitation, so I pulled out of her and she turned over onto her knees, baring her two holes at me. Lubrication wasn't a problem so I put my helmet at the entrance to her ass and pushed.

"Go careful" she whispered, "I've never done this before."





Working Away Ch. 03



Tina returned from the bathroom, to find Steve looking slightly furtive.

"Penny for them?" she asked.

"I was just wondering if you'd be up for trying a couple of ideas -- you know, whilst we are here...." Steve replied.

"Really? Such as?" 

"Well, I'd love to try..........."

Steve paused half way through his enquiry. He still wasn't entirely sure of his footing in this sudden sexual situation and thought hard about how to phrase what he wanted.

Tina sensed his uncertainty and sat down on the bed next to him, breasts swinging slightly as she turned towards him.

"What is it you wanted to ask?" she enquired. "You now there's only one thing I'm fairly sure I don't want to try! Mind you if I were to try anal with anyone it would be you!"

"I'd really like to take you from behind, if that is ok with you?" Steve blurted. "I know it's not as close as facing you, but I would love to be able to look at your arse whilst I make love to you!"

Tina chuckled and turned away from him, kneeling on the bed, looking towards the bathroom doorway. She gently spread her thighs, exposing her pussy to his eager eyes, then slowly tipped her hips forward, causing her lips to part wetly, even as he looked.

"Oh my word!" Steve groaned as he looked at her delicate pink pussy. Her outer lips were still red and puffy from their enthusiastic start to the morning and the inner lips gaped open, framing the wrinkled entrance to her vagina. Steve shuffled awkwardly onto his knees, then leant forward to look more closely at the entrancing view before him.

"Tell me what you can see" came the voice from further down the bed. "I want to know why you love looking at my pussy! I've never even looked myself, much less explored down there like you!"

Hmmm. Thought Steve -- how do you describe your lover's pussy to them.....

"Well", he said, not sure of how to start. "I can see your thigh muscles straining a little as you support yourself in this slightly awkward position. Your inner muscles are tense right up to the point where your groin and legs meet. There is hardly any hair along the sides of your pussy lips -- they are sparsely covered and quite puffy from where you were riding me."

There was an indistinct moan from Tina, who wriggled her arse provocatively. It appeared that Steve's cautiously dirty talk was having some profound effect on his lover.

"From here I can see the little hood of loose skin that carefully protects your clitoris, but because of the way you are made I can't see your clit -- its hidden, unlike when you had my hard cock slipping in and out of you."

Looking at Tina's pussy, describing it and seeing Tina's reaction to what he was saying was definitely having an effect on Steve. His cock was starting to stir as he became more and more aroused by the situation and the implications of it.

"I can see the inner lips of your pussy, framing the entrance to your vagina. One lip is slightly longer than the other, and they frame the hole where I was buried to the hilt just now."

From where he crouched, he could see the shining wet of her innermost entrance. There was a ragged pink ring around the dark hole of her vagina. Steve reached forward and moved Tina's hips slightly so the bedside light fell more sharply onto the sight before him. Now he could see right inside her pussy.

"Tell me more....... please" came the breathless voice from the foot of the bed.

"OK -- I can now see inside your pussy -- see the pink folds of flesh inside, shining with your and my juices"

It was true -- the inside of Tina's pussy was soaking, tiny bubbles even showing in the clear juices she was secreting. Steve leant forward and gently traced the shape of the outer lips of her sex, causing Tina to draw a shuddering breath. He ran the tip of his finger along the length of her slit, from the pointed covering over her clit, between her inner lips, over her urethra and slipped it slowly into her -- one knuckle, two knuckles deep, the full length of his finger slipping deep into her. He thrust in and out for a few moments, marvelling at the way her muscles gripped on his finger, just as tightly as they had gripped his penis only a few minutes earlier. Steve withdrew his index finger and partnered it with his middle one, licking both and getting a taste of Tina's pussy as he moistened the two digits and slipped them into her. 

Looking down Steve could see his fingers slipping in and out. Tina in turn swung her hips gently back and forth to set the pace of his finger fucking. He could also see the puckered entrance to Tina's arsehole. This, for some reason, also set Steve's erection aflame. He knew Tina was definitely NOT up for anal sex, but being able to look at such an intimate part of Tina's body really turned him on.

Steve shuffled his knees closer to Tina's raised bottom and removed his fingers from her sex with an audible liquid slurp. He reached down and took hold of his erection, pulling pack his foreskin to reveal the purple head of his cock, still with the traces of their earlier coupling clinging to the ridge at the back of his bell end. He shuffled a little closer, now in the V created by Tina's calves where she knelt on the bed. Steve pressed forward with his hips and pressed his cock against the wet, hot, rubbery lips of Tina's cunt, and eased them apart with his thick, hard erection. He rubbed the head of his penis along the length of Tina's slippery slit, collecting the moisture on himself, and nudging Tina's clit in the process. She pushed back and he felt his cock pop into the entrance of Tina's pussy. One steady push later and Steve looked down to see himself buried to the hilt in Tina from behind.

"God you are so tight!" Steve exclaimed

"And you are soooo hard and hot!" Tina replied, easing herself up and down the length of his cock.

Steve looked down and could see the Tina's inner lips gripping onto his shaft, vanishing as he thrust in and clinging to his flesh as he withdrew to the point where he could see the ridge of his cock head framed by Tina's labia. He was fascinated by the sight, and told Tina exactly what he could see.

"God that sounds sexy" Tina grunted "What else can you see from there?"

Steve looked own again and noticed that as he thrust into Tina, the dark ring of her anus opened slightly, pink around the edges, before returning to its normal resting state as he withdrew. It was fascinating to see how much Tina's body did to accommodate him.

Tina moaned again, again squirming a little in reaction to Steve's dirty talk. "Tell me more..."

Steve gulped hard, and again looked down at Tina's backside. "Your arse is very tempting -- I can see it opening clearly as I push into you and closing again as I pull out. I'd so love to stick my cock in there..."

Tina laughed sexily from further down the bed. "Two problems with that idea -- one - I'm not into the idea of anal sex, as you know and two, I think you might be a little large for my virgin arsehole!"

Steve laughed in turn and returned to admiring his work and the erotic view as he relentlessly fucked Tina from behind. She certainly had a point -- judging by how far his shaft stretched Tina's vagina, her arse would have to relax an enormous amount to cope with his girth.

He carried on, gaining speed as his thrusts became more forceful, feeling his balls swinging beneath him and butting up to Tina's sex lips. His scrotum tightened as he approached his orgasm, his fingers gripping tightly on Tina's hips as he started to lose the rhythm of his fucking. He grunted "I'm going to come!" and jammed every last millimetre of his cock deep into the hot wet pussy before him. Despite having come so recently, he still managed to shoot what felt like a decent load deep into Tina's body before slumping over her back, panting with exertion.

Tina slipped to one side and Steve's body flopped onto the bed beside her, his rapidly deflating cock lay limp on his thigh, still moist from the inner recesses of Tina's cunt.

Tina crawled up the bed and kissed Steve deeply, pressing her breasts, tipped with bullet hard nipples, against the hair of his chest. She sat up on the bed, facing Steve with her legs crossed under her. Steve glanced up and saw, only a foot from his face, Tina's fingers playing with her pussy as she sat there, the tip of her finger was buried between her lips, rubbing gently against the hood of her clitoris. Judging by the flush of excitement on her chest and shoulders, this would not take long. Tina reached down behind her and found her knickers from the evening before. Steve sat up and started to pay more attention as Tina started to rub herself hard with the material. Steve rolled over onto his stomach, kneeling on the floor with his face only inches from her fragrant snatch.

"Sometimes.... like you, I need a bit more friction to...... get myself there" Tina panted. "Knickers do the... job... just right!"

Steve gently reached out and stroked Tina's inner thigh, careful not to get in the way of her rubbing hand. He could feel the vibration of her muscles tensing as her orgasm approached. Below the area receiving such direct attention, Steve could see their combined juices leaking from the opening of Tina's pussy and running towards her anus. Tina's eyes were now closed as she was right on the edge of coming. Steve gently scooped some of the juice on the tip of his finger and transferred it to his mouth. The taste was a delicious variation on the taste of pure pussy he'd had earlier. Even as he licked his finger Tina clamped her soaking knickers and hand against her pussy and shook with the impact of her orgasm.

 

"Wow" They were both shocked at the intensity of their arousal, especially after their vigorous night the night before.

"Let's get in the shower and clean up -- we've a meeting to go to!" Tina laughed.

They made their way together to the bathroom and climbed into the shower, pulling the cold curtain around them as they did so. It clung briefly to Tina's back, eliciting a shriek and pushing her closer still to Steve, who grabbed her bum and pulled her against him.

"For two pins, I'd try again" he whispered into Tina's ear as she wriggled, wet and slippery, against him. The two of them exchanged deep kisses, water cascading over them as they warmed up under the steam. Steve's hands caressed Tina's 34B boobs as he soaped her body. Tina leant back under the water and enjoyed his touch for a few moments before standing straight and reaching down for Steve's cock. It still felt heavy in her hand, but they both knew there wasn't time for any more fun. 

They climbed out of the tub, Steve gallantly drying Tina with the larger of the two towels provided by the hotel. Once she was dry, Tina returned the favour. Both of them were a little subdued -- partly from the lack of sleep, partly from the exhaustion of their rampant few hours, but mainly because of the dawning realisation of the enormity of what they had done.

Between them they had nearly 30 years of marriage (admittedly 2 marriages for Steve) and this was the first time either had cheated on their partners. Even when Steve's first wife had found her surfer dude boyfriend, he'd still been faithful, so this was definitely uncharted territory for them both, and they both knew life would never be quite the same again.



Working Away Ch. 03



The thought of fucking a virgin ass made my cock twitch, and I slowly eased it into her, stopping every time she moved or moaned, until I was buried to my balls.

"Good?" I asked.

"Mmmm. Lovely!"

I started to pump into her slowly, still trying to be quiet.

She was very vocal, and although I wished she had been quieter, I was glad I was giving her so much pleasure.

As she loosened up I thrust quicker and she pushed back against me, my stomach slapping against her behind, and my balls bouncing off her soft furry mound. I was close to coming and I knew she was too. I thrust harder and faster until she stopped moving, and I felt that familiar wetness between us.

I pulled out of her ass and thrust up her cunt in one movement. She screamed out loud, the contractions of her pussy making me come, I pushed hard and pumped my juice into her saturated pussy.

She flopped forward onto her chest, my limp cock slapping against my thigh as she did.

I stepped from the bed and kissed her cheek.

"Night gorgeous." I whispered, and crept from her room.

The next morning came around all too quickly, and I was ushered back into the reality of working for a living.

Julie woke me up at five. Her rejuvenated pussy sucking my hard cock into it as she bounced up and down on top of me. That huge dildo had left it very baggy, and I was able to last through three of her vocal orgasms before I lost my seed into her. I was also sub-consciously doing what Karen had asked – thinking of her as I fucked her sister.

She lay forward on my chest.

"When are you going to come back?"

"I don't know. My contract ends in a couple of weeks, and I don't know where I'll be after then."

"Call me?"

"Of course."

I felt better this time. I knew Julie wanted me, and I felt I could phone her now, without worrying if I'd ruin our friendship.

She jumped up out of bed, "Brekkie?" she asked.

I smiled and nodded as she pulled on her robe and disappeared down the stairs.

About an hour later I was dressed, and eating toast with Julie in her kitchen.

Karen appeared at the door with a huge smile, "Morning!!" she beamed.

"We're a bit happier this morning, aren't we?" Julie was obviously relieved at the change in her sister, "It's amazing what a good man can do."

Karen blushed, "What do you mean?"

"Well," Julie started, " If you didn't fuck him yesterday evening then you're a fool, and if you didn't fuck him last night then we've got really big rats!"

It was my turn to blush now.

"Sorry Julie," Karen began, " I don't want to take him away from you, but he's sooo good!"

The two women laughed, and started to discuss the various things they liked about my love-making. I felt very embarrassed and uneasy.

"...and when he fucks my ass, the ridges of his cock really do it for me." Julie had to bring that up, "..You ought to get him to fuck yours."

Karen blushed bright red, and Julie stared aghast at her, "You've let him do it haven't you? I thought you said you'd never let a man up your arse."

"I wanted him to, because he wasn't trying to force me into it."

"Instead you let him force it into you?"

"Yes, and it was sooo goooood!"

They laughed again, and I was glad above all things that the three of us were still friends.

A few days later I managed to get off work at lunch time. I knew Julie would be at work until about six, but I also knew that Karen was taking some time off work to recover from her 'break-up'. I washed and changed, and then managed to do the journey to Julie's house in less than 40 minutes, breaking every speed limit on the way.

I knocked on the door and heard hurried footsteps heading towards it. As it opened Karen saw me and her face lit up with excitement, her sweet smile spreading across her face like morning sunshine.

"Hello gorgeous." I said, and kissed her cheek. 

"Julie isn't home yet." She said apologetically.

"I didn't come to see Julie" I replied, "I came to see the sexiest woman I know."

The door was barely closed behind me before she started to kiss me passionately, her tongue darting into my mouth, and her hardening nipples pressing through both of our tee shirts into my chest.

"Missed me then?" I asked when she paused for breath.

She blushed appreciatively, and then lifted off her tee shirt revealing her loose breasts. They looked even better than I'd been fantasising about.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

"Love it!" I replied, unfastening the waistband of her jeans and then pulling down the zip.

"But I refer this" pushing my hand down her panties and easily finding her slit as I talked.

She rubbed my now hard cock through my pants, then undid my zip and released it into her hand.

"Looks like you missed me too." She said, "God you're hard!"

I pushed her jeans and panties over the swelling of her ass, and as they dropped to her ankles she kicked them off. She undid my waistband and my pants soon joined hers on the pile.

I pushed her back against the wall and grabbed her ass, her legs automatically lifting up and wrapping around my waist. My cock easily found it's target and I pushed straight into her cunt as hard as I could. She gasped, and our mouths met. We sucked and bit at each other as my cock pounded into her time after time. There was no let up in our passions. This was without doubt the best fuck I had ever had, my mind was swimming.

She released my mouth and started to pant loudly, her arms around my neck and my hands under her ass supporting her as we bucked together. Her hard nipples rasped against my chest and she started to scream, and screamed with every desperate thrust I made until her warm fluid started to flow down my legs. She looked me straight in the eyes and smiled as she shook. I kissed her again, fixing my lips around hers, my passion not subsiding and may pace not slowed whilst she orgasmed around me. She let her legs drop so that her tip-toes just touched the floor and I continued to pump, the sudden restriction limiting the depth but not the urgency of my thrusts.

With our teeth grinding together she came again, but our position was obviously getting uncomfortable so she pushed me away softly. I unhitched my rampant cock from her pussy, it still felt bigger than ever. She picked up her panties and mopped some of her come from our sopping bodies, then led me into the lounge where she sat on the sofa. I had to be back inside her. I picked her legs up over my shoulders and ploughed into her again, biting and licking her hard nipples, and then rubbing her clitoris with my fingers as I thrust into her. Her eyes rolled and she squirted onto me again. My thrusts became more and more urgent, and then it came, the most mind-blowing orgasm I had ever had. As my come splashed into her womb she came again, flushing my efforts out like a douche-bag.

I let her legs drop to my sides and kissed her, this time with more affection than passion, and then lay my head on her ample bosom.

"I love you." She said.

I didn't answer.

I shuffled away from her, my mouth kissing and biting her nipples and the soft swell of her stomach as my tongue traced a line between her tits and her pussy. The removal of my cock unplugged her cunt and as it did, the fluid it had been holding back poured from her and soaked the seat below her. I paused at her puffy, swollen lips before kissing down along them, and then back up until my tongue found the little hard bud of her clitoris. She moaned as I licked and bit it, sucking it into my mouth and tasting the heady cocktail of our mixed love juices.

I inserted two fingers into her sopping tunnel, and she started to arch her back as my fingers fucked her, grabbing the back of my head and pushing me into her so hard that I could hardly breathe. I continued sucking and licking until she let out a yelp, and more juices flooded my mouth and hand.

I pulled my fingers from her cunt and pushed them straight into her ass as she came, they slid in easily with all of her juices that had run past it and she shuddered so hard that the sofa shook.

"Ooooh My God!" she shouted as the convulsions subsided. "Fuck me."

My cock was still limp, and although I was desperate to please her, it didn't seem to want to know.

"Let me." She said, and patted the seat beside her, motioning me to sit there.

I sat. She bent over and licked my limp cock clean, then took it fully into her mouth and started to massage and milk it with her tongue. Her hand rubbed our juices into my balls, and before long I could feel myself growing in her mouth. 

As soon as I was hard she straddled me and sank down onto my cock, her breasts bouncing into my face as she rode me. I licked and bit her hot nipples as they passed my mouth, and I rested my hands on her hips, 

She put her hands on my shoulders and threw her head back as she bucked, her ass slapping against my thighs on every stroke. She stopped bouncing and just moved her pussy backwards and forwards on my dick, the sensation was amazing for me, and judging by the look on her face it was working for her too.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'M COMING!" Her voice louder and louder as she moved on me. "Come inside me, fill me with your spunk, fuck me FUCK ME!"

we turned over, my cock never leaving the envelope of her pussy, and I started to pound into her again, her grunts and squeals building up to a crescendo of noise, and her body squirming below me. I thrust hard and pumped my seed into her, her eyes rolling, and another gush of fluid soaking another sofa cushion.

So where are we now?

Eighteen months later, and I'm living with Karen. My wife threw me out when she realised what the stains on my clothes were, and I went straight round to Julie's house, picked up Karen and we went house-hunting.

We fuck every night we're together (I still have to work away sometimes), but after ruining two mattresses we've now got a rubber under-sheet.

Karen is truly amazing. She's lost a lot of weight, and is now smaller than her sister, but fortunately her breasts haven't shrunk much. She doesn't eat any less, but the exercise we both get in the bedroom has toned both of our bodies up.

She's still a very caring woman. Only the other night she sat me down, held both of my hands and looked me straight in the eye,

"You must fuck Julie you know," she started, "She's all on her own without a man and she gets lonely. She's only had a couple of one-night-stands since you fucked her last, so she's virtually a virgin. She's coming over tonight, I'll make some excuse to leave you both alone – work or something – and you'll have a few hours to make her happy. But make sure you finish by ten..."



Working Away Ch. 04



The room was quiet as the two lovers dressed, preparing for the meeting they were scheduled to attend that morning.

Both Tina and Steve were suddenly conscious of the huge step they had taken, especially now, as the outside world started to intrude on their sexy, safe bubble. The room still smelt of sex, the bed was a tangled mess of sheets and covers and there were clothes dotted around the room, dropped in the heat of passion the night before.

There was a comical moment when Tina was unable to find one of her shoes -- it had somehow ended up behind the bin under the desk in the corner. Steve passed it, a little awkwardly, across to Tina.

"Why thank you, kind sir," she quipped, bobbing a curtsey.

Steve replied with a bow "You're welcome, fair maiden."

Their eyes met, both looking a little furtive. This was the tricky part -- the sex had been great, but they each had to return to the real world today -- Tina to her husband and daughter, Steve to his wife and kids. The euphoria of the night away was pretty much spent, and life still had to be faced.

Steve opened the door and allowed Tina to leave. He glanced round the room, realising how shabby it looked. It reflected perfectly the way he felt about his behaviour. Yet it had been a great night, probably the best night he'd ever spent with any woman.

Tina slipped out the door and made her way down for breakfast, sitting opposite Steve at a table in the window. They certainly looked subdued as they ordered tea and coffee from the surly waitress. Tina reached out cautiously with her foot and rubbed it against Steve's leg. Their eyes met and they tentatively reached for each other's hands across the table. Little was said as they ate breakfast, the odd request for salt or pepper but not much else.

Steve was concerned. "Are you sure there's nothing wrong?" he asked.

Tina sighed. "There's nothing wrong. Apart from the fact that it is my birthday today and no-one, not even my husband, has bothered to call or text me. Nothing like making you feel loved, is there?"

Steve paused, then, saying nothing, walked to the door of the restaurant and into reception. Tina looked worried until she realised his jacket was still on the back of his chair.

Within minutes, Steve was back, clutching an envelope to his chest.

"Sorry -- I didn't realise!" he said, proffering the envelope.

Tina took it cautiously. "I wasn't dropping hints; you know that, don't you?"

"Yes, no problem." Steve lowered his voice."They didn't have any Happy Birthday to My Lover cards!"

Tina blushed as she realised that they had indeed crossed the line into being lovers. What strange new uncharted territory had they wound up exploring together?

She opened the card, noticing that it was not too sloppy, not a post modern joke card, just tasteful, and quiet -- the kind of thing she would buy herself. Inside was a simple message 

"To Tina, with lots of love and thanks on your birthday, Steve" followed by three kisses.

"Thank you, that's really kind of you" Tina replied quietly. The rest of breakfast was particularly quiet -- Tina mulling over the first use of the word "love" between them, Steve wondering what sort of husband would forget his wife on her birthday, especially if she were away on business.

The cab, ordered by reception (who had all but ignored them on their departure) arrived and whisked them off to their meeting, which was completely forgettable. Once or twice the two of them exchanged a quick glance, but otherwise felt they portrayed a perfect image of professionalism. It was only a few weeks later that one of Tina's contacts commented on the two of them looking very pleased with themselves!

One of the clients from the meeting insisted on buying the two of them lunch, and they sat next to each other, each trying to seem nothing more than workmates. Only when the third member of their party popped to the toilet did the facade slip. Tina caught Steve's eye with a look of such intensity that it was apparent this was not the end of their more intimate relationship. Steve wasn't sure of what his face portrayed, but he felt a lot more relaxed by the time the client returned -- the two large glasses of red might also have helped!

Lunch over, they made their way towards the station, Tina taking Steve's arm with casual comfort as they crossed the busy main road. Steve squeezed her arm closer to him and the mood lifted a little as they made their way to the ticket barrier. The train was not too busy and they soon found their seats, conveniently close to the bar and at the quiet end of the coach. They each bought a couple of red wines and settled down for the journey.

Tina snuggled close to Steve as the train gathered pace, and at last they began to discuss their feelings about the last 36 hours. Tina had been very quiet, so it was Steve who plucked up the courage to break into her reverie.

"Erm... are you ok?" he asked, cautiously.

"Yes, I'm fine, just tired. You?" came the reply

"I'm fine, just struggling to adjust to the changes you've wrought in my life." Steve replied.

"Oh? Such as?" Tina teased.

"Well, I've never cheated on anyone... then again I've never made love so many times in one night!" Steve almost laughed, but was not quite sure of how he felt or how he should play this situation. He was still partly in shock from how he had rediscovered his libido and partly scared of how he might ruin the whole situation for both of them, not to mention how he'd cope when he returned home to his wife.

"Nor me, don't forget!" came the sleepy response from somewhere in his right shoulder or armpit.

"I know -- I'm just not sure where we go from here. Is this a one off, is this the start of something, a relationship, an affair? I mean do we just go our own ways, do we see each other again? Do you even want to see me again? I really don't..." Steve's anxious babbling was cut off abruptly as Tina raised her head from where she'd been snuggled on Steve's chest and kissed him, hard, on the lips.

"Shhh. Let's just enjoy the moment, shall we?" she murmured.

Steve smiled down at her. At least she wasn't revolted by the idea of seeing him again. Mind you, even that was a double edged sword. He placed his arm around Tina's shoulders and pulled her closer. She wriggled in her seat and dozed, her face resting on his shirt.

Steve mind was running too fast for him to be able to doze off, although the antics of the previous night meant that he felt absolutely exhausted. He replayed the most exciting part of their sexual play in his mind, gazing out the window as the winter countryside flew by...

"What can you see?" Tina asked, pushing her backside up further into the air. "Tell me what you can see."

Steve adjusted his position again, moving closer to Tina's exposed sex. He swallowed hard as he looked closely at the sight before him. "Well, I can see inside your pussy from here -- the entrance to your vagina is open, and shining with your juices. The edges of the hole are lighter pink and kind of scalloped -- I guess that's the muscles that hold me so tightly. I can also see your inner lips, spread wide."

"I could spread them wider" came a slightly muffled voice...and Tina reached back between her thighs and gently spread her lips with her fingers.

Steve looked on amazed as Tina's pussy opened even wider. She shuffled her knees apart on the covers and tipped her hips further. Steve's breathing was now deep and irregular, and his cock was as hard as he could ever remember it being.

"Don't stop... Please...Tell me more!" Tina begged.

Steve moved closer still, the head of his cock was now scant inches from Tina's pussy. He tried to concentrate on the description Tina wanted, but was getting more than a little distracted. He started to speak again, swallowed and then just pressed his erection against Tina's moist entrance.

"Oh God, yes, do that instead!" Tina moaned from the foot of the bed.

Steve was in no frame of mind to argue and drove his cock deep into Tina's tight hole. He could feel the muscles inside her vagina gripping tightly around him as he thrust forwards. The head of his penis bumped into something, probably Tina's cervix, as he buried the entire length of his shaft into her.

"That's so good" Tina responded, pushing back onto his erection and wriggling her hips as she did so."Go on, I want to feel all of you."

Steve withdrew, almost to the point where his cock slipped from between Tina's lips before plunging back into her willing body.

"Oh yes, do that again, as hard as you like," she mumbled.

Steve again pulled out. Glancing down, he could see the juices from Tina's arousal clinging to his penis. He groaned with excitement as he once more slipped all eight inches of his erection deep into Tina and started to set a steady rhythm.

In the mirror on the wardrobe Steve caught sight of the pair of them. God it was sexy, almost being a voyeur; spying on them. He watched, fascinated by the sight of Tina's slender body working in such exquisite harmony with his. If only the mirror was closer, he'd have a great view of his cock actually penetrating her. In the meantime he watched her delicate breasts swinging back and forth in time with his thrusting.

Tina reached back between her legs and rubbed her clitoris -- gradually speeding up until Steve felt the spasms of her orgasm washing over his cock. What a feeling! It was enough to push him over the edge and he came, deep inside Tina, as her orgasm started to recede...

"Tickets, please!" The gruff voice startled Steve out of his dreams. He groped around for his wallet, waking Tina as he did so. The two of them found their tickets and had them checked. All in order, they sat, hand in hand. Steve turned to Tina.

"Penny for them?"

"Oh, just reliving some parts of the last day or so..." Tina responded.

Steve looked closer. "I do believe you are blushing!" he laughed.

"What if I am? It was all a bit racy anyway," Tina countered

"Well, do tell!" Steve begged, wondering which part of the trip had particularly caught Tina's attention and memory.

"I loved the way you looked at me when I first took my clothes off" Tina murmured. Steve leant closer so he could hear her more clearly.

"You just looked so pleased, so impressed, so interested. It's been years since anyone looked at me like that. You got me so wet, just looking at me, admiring me! And then when you were between my legs, you still gave me the chance to say no. That was so lovely.

"Then, when you rubbed your cock against me, before you slipped it into me -- that was great, it really turned me on.

"And when you slipped yourself inside me... Oh God that was good! I can't remember the last time I felt so full, if I ever have! It was a bit painful at first, but once you started to slip in and out a bit, it felt so good. I could feel your balls swinging against my bum, the hairs tickling against me. By the way did I tell you how much I like your body hair? I felt so full, so stretched, so wet. It was great. 

I really can't remember feeling so wanted, so loved or so sexy! Do you really find me sexy?" Tina asked.

By way of answer, Steve took Tina's hand and placed it on his rapidly hardening cock below the table. Tina adjusted her position to allow her to rub more accurately over the bulge now showing in Steve's trousers.

Steve groaned -- even though his cock was still tender form the nocturnal fun they'd had, Tina's touch was certainly having an effect! 

"Oh, I'll take that as a yes, then!" Tina chuckled, looking down and licking her lips.

There was, yet again, a sense of sexual tension in the air between them. It remained, hovering over them like a hawk, until the in-train announcement informed them that they were approaching their final destination. They reluctantly untangled themselves from each other, Tina running her hand appreciatively over Steve's erection through his trousers. Steve in turn couldn't resist a quick look down Tina's blouse, checking out her soft breasts inside her lightly padded white bra for a moment as she bent to pick up her handbag from the floor.

Tina paused, knowing exactly what he was looking at, before straightening with a slight smile on her face. Steve helped her into her coat, retrieved their bags from the overhead rack and made for the door.

They tumbled out of the train onto the dirty platform, sorted out bags and headed for the exit.

"Fancy a last drink?" Steve suggested tentatively.

Inevitably they ended up in a nondescript backstreet pub. The beer was ok, but they both knew this was more about putting off the moment when they had to part. They eventually dragged themselves back to the tube station where they had to go their separate ways.

"OK. Thank you so much...for everything," Steve was the first to speak at the ticket barrier.

"That's ok." Tina's voice was almost lost in the noise of an approaching train. "I hope to see you again soon -- maybe later this week?"

"I hope so, too. It has been really special... And thank you, once again, for everything."

Tina leant slightly forward and there was a brief pause, then they were kissing passionately. Despite their heavy outdoor clothing they could both sense the urgency between them. It was probably apparent to anyone watching them. Their kiss ended, albeit reluctantly and they stepped apart, each headed for their train towards their respective trains, homes and families.

What they both knew was that life would never be quite the same again, they had both crossed the line between loyal, faithful partners and lusty, cheating lovers and there was no way back.



Working Away From Home



**hi, this is my very first submission and was actually a story I wrote for a male friend of mine who did actually go down to London for a few days to work. I sadly never joined him there but this is what I'd have liked to have happen if I could have**

**this story has anal play and MMF fun so if you're not into that then feel free to skip it. I thought it could be placed in a couple of different categories but chose reluctance cos even though the woman asked permission, there was still some reluctance there**

*****

I called in sick to work today. Of course, I wasn't sick but I had plans for us for later and I wanted the next few hours to prepare myself. You were working away for a few days and I imagined you sitting in your hotel room every evening with nothing for company except your laptop and a hard drive full of porn. 

It took me several hours of shaving, washing, choosing an outfit and overcoming nerves but I am finally on my way. I am sitting on a hot, stuffy train on my way to surprise you. The train is only half full but it's so hot I've had to take off my coat. I'm now sitting here in nothing but my dress, stockings and killer heels. I didn't bother with underwear, I figured the less I was wearing, the quicker it would all come off.

It takes me a while to realise I'm being stared at across the table. I must admit, the guy was pretty damn hot and when he broke eye contact with me to look further down, I realise he can see straight down the top of my dress. 

So what now?? Cover up or just a little bit of innocent flirtation?

My first instinct was to cover up but seeing the look on his face as I reached to pull the neckline of my dress up a little, I decided a little flirtation couldn't do any harm. 

He offers me a drink from the bar and I accept. Just one though, I don't want to be totally drunk when I turn up at your door. We get talking and he asks me where I'm headed. I tell him about you stuck in your hotel room by yourself and that I'm on my way to surprise you. He tells me all about himself and where he's going and why but to be honest, I'm not really that interested but I pretend to be just to kill some time. The only thing I'm thinking of right now is how long it will be til this damn train journey ends. 

He's still staring down my dress as I feel something brush against my ankle. I realise it's his foot and I feel all flustered. This shouldn't be happening. Not here, not now, not when I'm on my way to see you. 

I excuse myself and go to the bathroom to try and gather some composure but before I can close the door, he's there and he's pushing his way through it. The toilets on the train are tiny and it only takes a split second before he's pushed me up against the wall with his tongue down my throat. My head is spinning. I want this guy right here, right now but at the same time, indoor want him I just want you. 

I pull myself from his kisses and tell him it isn't going to happen, that I'm going through with my plan to meet you and I didn't want to be smelling of some other guy when I surprise you. 

We go back to our seats and resume talking but now the conversation has turned to something I hope other people can't overhear. We lower our voices as we continue with the flirty chat, all the while I'm thinking of what I want to do to you. 

We get onto the subject of sex and what we both like. I'm surprised at some of the things he says. We actually seem to share the same likes and dislikes. We're nearing London now and I know I have a decision to make. Do I go through with my original plans or do I go off with some stranger that I met on a train. 

I made my mind up. I got off the train and said my goodbye. I find a cab to take me to your hotel. He jumps in beside me and tells me he's not letting me go until I've bought him a drink which seems only fair considering he bought me one. I told him I'd have 1 drink with him in the hotel bar and then he had to leave. There's only 1 man I want tonight. 

Half an hour later after a quick drink, I excuse myself and head to your room. I can hear the shower so I knock loudly hoping you can hear me. It takes a couple of minutes but you finally answer the door wearing nothing but a towel around your waist. The look of shock on your face is evident. 

I say nothing to you. I enter your room and take the towel from you. Straight away I'm down on my knees licking at your cock. It's starting to get hard as I take it all into my mouth, sucking and licking. Still saying nothing, I stand and plunge my tongue into your mouth. It takes a second before you realise what I was doing and then you're kissing me back. I kiss you til you you're losing your balance and tumble back to the bed. 

Tonight I'm charge!! I have an overnight bag with me full of playthings but right now there's only a couple of things I want from there. I may not even need the rest after the conversation I just had downstairs. 

I take out some straps and attach them to your ankles and wrists before strapping them to the bed. I speak the only words I will speak to you until this is over. "Do you trust me?" "Is there anything you don't want me to to do to you??" "Can I do anything I want?"

After getting the answers I want, I take a silk scarf and tie it across your eyes. Next I get the gag from the bag and it attach it to you. Now we're all set. You naked on the bed, at my mercy. I already have your permission to do anything I want and I fully intend on seeing that trough. 

I start to kiss you. Slow feathery kisses down your chest. You can feel my breath on you and I can feel the tension in you. You're still unsure, I can tell but I'm so turned on right now after meeting the stranger on the train and all the things we talked about in the bar. All as I want to do is sit on your cock and ride you hard and fast till we both cum but that's not in my plans for tonight. Tonight you are mine and I will use you as I please. 

I get the butt plug I have with me and lube it up before placing it at your ass. You tense up so I slowly insert my finger to help you relax. When I feel you're ready I again put the plug against your ass. There is no resistance this time as I slowly push it in to you. I feel you bucking at the straps and moaning behind your gag but I don't stop. It's nearly all the way in when I suddenly pull it out again. This makes you pull at the straps but there's nothing you can do as I ram it hard into your ass. I hear you whimpering and berating heavy but I ignore that as I get up off the bed. 

Slowly and quietly I open the door. Waiting outside is the stranger from the train. It turns out my new friend likes a bit of ass sometimes so I've offered him yours. I don't ask you and I don't tell you what I have planned. You will do as I say and take what is given. 

I slowly start to strip him and kiss him down his chest as slowly as I kissed yours. I reach his waistband and unbuckle his jeans. It surprises me that he also has no underwear on and his big thick clock just springs free from his jeans. I sit and stare at the size of it and wonder if I've made a very big mistake in being in bringing him here. I don't want him to hurt you with that thing. 

I pull his jeans the rest of the way down. I hear noises coming from the bed and I know you're wondering what I'm doing but I ignore you, I have a cock here that is in need of some attention. I can't spend too long sucking it though, my jaw is already aching. 

After a couple of minutes I head back to the bed. I give the plug a push against your ass making sure it's completely buried. It's a good job I thought about bringing that, at least you're already a little stretched now , ready to take that monster that's coming your way shortly. 

I strip the rest of my clothes off and climb onto the bed. I know you're aching to feel me so I climb on top of you and sink myself right down. I just sit there for a moment, stating at the sight of you bound, gagged, blindfolded and completely at my mercy. I ease off you a little before sinking right down again. I hear moans of pleasure coming from you and it really does feel good. I so want to cum but I don't want you to. 

I take your gag off for a little while. You don't get the chance to speak to me to ask what's going on. As soon as the gag is gone, my pussy is in your face. Pushed right against your mouth, you have no choice but to do what I want. Licking me on my clit as I grind into you. I'm so damn horny it doesn't take long before I'm cumming all over your face. I get off you to put the gag back on you and it's then that you feel another pair of hands on you. You know they're not mine, mine are busy with your gag. These hands are on your legs and I feel you trying to pull away from them but it's no use. You are mine, this is my room and you are my plaything. I will do as I please. 

How long till you realise that the other hands belong to a man?? Does that bother you?? To know that you're about to be fucked senseless by someone that's not me and there's nothing you can do about it. You see, me and him had quite a chat downstairs and I realised that he was the perfect guy to fulfill one of my fantasies. I've always wanted to see you getting fucked by a big cock but at the same time, have you fucking me. So now here we are. The mouth on your cock right now doesn't belong to me. I take a back seat for a few minutes and just sit watching as you are sucked and played with. His hands are all over you, up and down your chest, your cock and down to the plug in your ass. I've already told him there's no need to be gentle with you so he rips the plug from your ass which leaves you screaming behind your gag. As soon as you've quieted down, I remove your gag again so you can feel the other cock on your lips. I want you to feel the size of it and know that you'll be feeling that in your ass very soon. You open your mouth to him, hungry to be sucking on his cock. I always knew what a cock sucking whore you were and this just proves it. Stripped naked and willingly sucking on a monster of a cock. 

I don't want him to make you cum so I indicate without words that I want to see him in your ass. With you still lying on your back, he slides down your body and covers his cock with a condom. Using plenty of lube, he lines his cock up at your entrance and gently nudges at you. You try to resist him, after all you know how big it is and you are probably wondering how the hell it's going to fit. I bend over you and start sucking your cock, trying to relax you. It works and I see him slowly disappearing into you, your ass stretching around him. You strain at the straps and start to make too much noise. I forgot I hadn't replaced the gag after having his cock in your mouth. I cover your mouth with my hands as he suddenly pushes the rest of the way into you. You scream behind my hand and there's tears at your eyes but I know you're enjoying it. I see the look in your eyes and know you don't want to stop. 

With one hand still on your mouth, I wrap the other around your cock. Sliding my hand up and down in rhythm with your ass being fucked. It all gets too much and I know I need to cum again. I indicate for him to stop and he know what I want. This is what we had planned downstairs in the bar. The fulfillment of my fantasy. 

I unclip your straps and flip you over. He's kneeling behind you and pulls you to your knees so I can lie beneath you. He grabs your wrists and ties them together behind your back and pushes you forward. I hold my hand out in front of me to stop you collapsing onto me. I guide your cock to my pussy but leave it just touching the entrance. He puts his cock against you and in one swift movement, he pushes himself into you which causes you to push forward and into me. This is what I wanted. I'm so turned on right now seeing this other guy behind you knowing that he has his huge cock in your ass while you're fucking me. 

It doesn't take me long to cum again but still your ass is being pounded. Twice more I cum before I feel the tightness in you and know you're about to explode in me. I push my hips forward to make sure you're fully buried in me as you shoot your thick creamy cum. At the same time, he is bucking at your ass, cumming for what seems forever. 

He releases your hands and you fall forward onto me. He pulls out of you and I wrap my legs around your waist wanting to keep you inside me. I close my eyes for just a minute but when I open them again you are lying beside me smiling. The room is empty except for the 2 of us. There are no signs of straps or gags or anything else. 

I look at you and wonder if it was all a dream but then I look into your eyes and I can see it. I can see what just happened and I can see that you enjoyed every last minute of it. 

*****

**if you enjoyed (or didn't) this story then please let me know. I'm working on writing the same story but from the guys perspective.**



Working Away is a REAL Nuisance!



It was almost midnight as I checked in at Reception but the view was still a sight to behold. Just the kind of view a bloke needs when he's 200 miles from home and just done12 hours of painting, painting and more painting. 

The glass architecture offered a brilliant moonlit scene across the river but that was hardly a match for the really interesting view before me. A pair of legs to die for, accompanied by her partner, was being attended to by the ever so professional male Receptionist, who was doing his very best to keep his eyes from her well displayed tits which were just about contained by her low cut vest.

High heels, gently tanned thighs and a pair of shorts that barely covered her curvaceous arse cheeks made for a far more interesting sight than the scene outside. It became a real problem for me to keep my eyes from her smooth shapely legs whilst her ample tits and long brunette hair gave her a real classy look; classy but somehow dirty despite the black 'office girl' designer glasses.

I became oblivious to all that was going on around me. All I could think of was burying my head between those gorgeous thighs. I imagined she would have a neat, well trimmed pussy and the sweetest tasting love juices. I imagined what it might be like to bend her over the bath and pound her from behind before filling that sweet pussy with my hot cum, to then watch it dribble down those heavenly legs as I tease her arsehole.

Three times the Receptionist summoned me to check in but I was discreetly ogling Sexy Legs as she and her partner walked to the lift.

I completed the usual paperwork and took the same lift as Sexy Legs where I caught the most delicious aroma of her perfume; heavy but not overpowering and once again my thoughts turned to her. This time I imagined filling her mouth with my cum as she sucked my cock on the moonlit balcony, unaware of the numerous passers by on their way to the array of local nightclubs.

Upon entering my room I immediately switched on to the adult channel, just in time to see some half naked dental nurse taking a thick black cock in her shaven pussy as she was fucked in the arse by the dentist. The film shot to a spectacular close up of two holes being filled with cock and I began to long for the day when I get to take part in a double penetration session. Maybe some old dear in Hamburg or Amsterdam will want some decorating doing soon I pondered, half in amusement and half in arousal! 

Having quickly removed my trousers for the obligatory hotel wank and poured a glass of house red from the mini bar, I was settled into my sad little hotel routine and already looking forward to my full English breakfast.

A sharp knock at the door had me squirming and suddenly dragging my trousers back on. Given that I had only just checked in and it was now well after midnight it could only be something to do with an aspect of my paperwork.

I somewhat sheepishly opened the door, checking my flies first, to be brushed assertively aside by Sexy Legs as she entered my room.

"You won't be needing this on, but it looks good," she announced, switching the television off just before the dentist and his client offered their nurse a cream pie.

"My tired little brother's gone to his room and I've come to play; it's still very early."

"What makes you think I want to play," I said, playing hard to get for a nanosecond.

"Don't you think I read your mind as you were letching in reception? You really need to be more subtle. Why do you think I took my jacket off? It was freezing' in that lobby!"

"So you won't need to wank yourself off now will you?" she asked rhetorically as she quickly removed my trousers. My raging hard on gave away exactly what I was about to do before she had invited herself in as she took me balls deep into her mouth. I wanted to fill her mouth with cum there and then but decided a better option was to manoeuvre her into the sixty- nine position.

She sucked furiously on my throbbing cock as I removed her shorts but I was wrong about her neatly trimmed pussy. Sexy Legs had a beautiful shaven pussy. I had only eaten hairy pussies before so the sight before me was simply irresistible; already moist cunt lips beginning to part themselves for a tongue fuck in full and beautiful close up.

I sucked and chewed her exposed clitoris and labia and she tasted every bit as sweet as I had imagined. I rammed my tongue's full length inside her gorgeous wet hole. Her juices were dripping into my desperate mouth as she began sucking on my balls, still wanking my shaft slowly but now teasing my arse with her fingers. I was gagging for her to fill my tight hole as I moistened her anus with my tongue before slipping a finger inside her most private passage.

This sent her absolutely crazy with delight and I feared for the safety of my cock as she wanked me faster, sucked me harder and thrust what must have been her middle finger right up my arse.

I had no idea how fucking pleasurable being fingered by a woman could be but this was fantastic. I sucked and licked her pussy with such vigour that she squirmed on my face like a shark battling free from fishing nets!

"Fuck me NOW! I want you inside me NOW!" she demanded pulling her cunt off my face and herself off my cock. She dragged me by the cock into the bathroom, bent over the bath (had she read every detail of my mind?) and made me watch as she greased her cute little arsehole with shower gel.

I had never seen anything so hot! A gorgeous babe bent over exposing her most private parts, lubricating her own arsehole to assist the entry of my cock. There was no need for any further announcement as she covered the tip of my penis with gel, still bent over the bath, and pushed it all the way into her arse. No teasing the entrance, no more fingers, she thrust me in; right up to the hilt as we both screamed with delight.

I have never taken a girl up the arse without having first fucked her pussy and this made the experience even hotter. Usually I kiss, finger, lick and fuck. Only if a girl likes me enough or is drunk enough do I attempt some back door action but with this girl it was one quick blow job then a cock up the arse. Unbelievable!

There is no feeling on earth like fucking a nice tight arse but this anal exploit was totally amazing. She rocked onto every thrust of mine, her anus squeezing my cock with each thrust, urging it to shoot it's load up her tight passage. 

I reached round to squeeze one of her breasts and no sooner had I began tweaking her nipple roughly, as she had demanded, than her climax started. Her anus tightened its grip on my throbbing shaft as she jerked back and forth with her orgasm. 

My balls felt like they were about to burst with the excitement and filthiness of the situation and burst they did!

It took only three more thrusts with her strangulating grip on my cock before I shot bucket loads of cum into her; it felt like I would never stop! How much cum does a babe's arse hold for goodness sake?

As I reluctantly withdrew my cock it was followed by a thick stream of my juices which, given that she was still bent over with her feet a good width apart, dribbled round to her swollen pussy lips before forming a puddle between her legs on the floor.

I rubbed and squeezed my cock to drain every last drop of this most fantastic orgasm as she stood up and invited me to wipe any remains from her cunt and arse, which I did eagerly but gently. After all, she had just taken one hell of a pounding but Sexy Legs (still no name) was obviously quite experienced at taking one up the dirtbox.

"Best get back . My husband might ring to check up on me," she whispered as she left the bathroom. Husband! Not surprised really and not at all bothered. Especially as I was awoken at 630 by her washing my cock with her wet knickers before straddling me as I lay back and enjoyed the view of her firm plump tits bouncing as she gyrated on my cock, that took all of ten seconds to reach its full hardness with her nurse-like attention.

I should have been more careful with my room key! Or should I?

What a girl! A gorgeous body, a whore like attitude to sex and hygienic too! This was most definitely a girl that liked wild dirty sex and obviously received it regularly.

She quickly brought herself to orgasm; a combination of being impaled on my stiff cock and giving herself an expert fingering at the same time while I simply laid back and enjoyed the show.

I was far too shattered from my previous exertions to even contemplate coming again. I was totally in awe of this beauty writhing around on my cock. I could always have a wank when I eventually woke up properly.

She slowly withdrew me, kissed me politely on the cheek and turned to leave.

"Do I get to know your name?" I casually enquired as she opened the door and left.



Working Away - The Alternative View



Read "Working Away" by 'Steve' (foldedpaper)? Read "Working Away" by 'Tina' (possibly to become origami)...

Texting 'dirty' didn't come naturally to Tina. After all, she'd been married these last 12 years -- since before mobile phones were common! So she gave her words a fair amount of thought. I want to fuck you senseless...no, too forward, too crude. I want you to fuck me senseless...hmmm...still not right. This was harder than it looked! She thought of some of the IM conversations she'd had with Steve...aaah, maybe move away from actual fucking... "I want to take you right to the edge, with my hands, lips and tongue, before stopping, looking at you, and then gently lowering myself onto you...." That was better, and more accurate too.

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For someone whose working life involved communicating, thought Tina, this job is oh, so isolating. Tina's job involved a lot of telephone sales -- mostly phoning men. However, it's rare to make a real connection. She'd worked here before, and had left for that very reason, but was recently enticed back. Yes, it was fun getting to know some of her old contacts again, and because of her accent, she was certainly remembered (far more than she herself had expected), but still, professional flirting (after all, that's what telephone sales is) can get tedious.

"Hi, is Simon there?" Yet another call, to yet another name vaguely remembered.

"Sorry, Simon doesn't work here any more -- can I help?" Now there was an intriguing voice -- sexy, deep yet intelligent and friendly. 

"Well...that depends..." was welcomed with a chuckle. The ice was broken. Tina did her professional bit, but quickly the conversation moved to 'stuff' -- grammar, the way of the world, frustration with other people in general and others in the industry, stuff they'd both read -- it seemed to go on for hours, but in fact was probably 20 minutes. The formalities done with, Tina promised she'd been in touch (on a professional level...pretty much), and hung up.

She couldn't get Steve, the interesting voice on the phone, out of her mind throughout that afternoon. Yes, there had been flirting, but that's par for the course in this industry; in this job -- especially as Tina was a rare female in a male dominated world. Tina had often thought of herself as a 'guy in disguise' -- after all, with her interests (science, science fiction -- certainly not celebrity or fashion) and her dress sense (not masculine, per se, but denim featured heavily) and her demeanour, she'd always got on better with blokes than with birds. Over the phone she'd certainly flirted...but this was different. Still, she had a job to do.

Not long after, Steve mentioned he'd be in town -- perhaps a drink would be in order? Arrangements were quickly made, and a date set. Steve pointed out that he wouldn't know what she looked like, so Tina sent a picture -- dressed all in black (as was her wont). A more-or-less blonde, Tina was not especially thin, but nor was she overweight -- she would have described herself as ordinary, apart from her extraordinarily deep set eyes. 

She was early, but knew she'd be so, so settled down with her book (science fiction, of course), iPod and pint. She'd made an effort -- dressed all in black with her prized garment -- a black leather jacket, paired with black boots. She convinced herself that this was just 'client meeting' gear...but a voice in the back of her mind niggled..."you know better, Tina, you fancy him..."

"Don't be ridiculous," said a conflicting voice, "you've not met the man, and you don't even know what he looks like!" "Yes, but..." piped up voice number one, "his voice makes you moist, and you've not had anything for ages...a girl has a right..." The mental argument continued until ten past six, when a swarthy, goateed man walked in and looked and said, "Tina?"

A man stood in front of her, with a guarded smile. "Hi -- you must be Tina". Inwardly, she assessed what she saw. Tall, late 30s (around four or five years older than Tina), slightly awkward with himself. No Brad Pitt, but there was something about him, and she could feel the juices making her slightly moist and warm. She tried to ignore that. 

"And you must be Steve," groan! Is that the best line she could come up with? She couldn't have been more obvious if she'd tried. Pints were bought, and the first few seconds of awkwardness were quickly forgotten and abandoned. The talk flowed naturally and easily from one subject to the next. Family, friends, drunken experiences, politics, religion, trivia -- each topic seemed as obvious a subject as the next. A connection had been made.

All too soon, the dreaded last bell had rung. Both Steve and Tina stood up, and nearly tumbled into each other -- several pints had clearly been drunk. Giggling, they made it to the door, and stepped out into the night.

Stopping briefly to light cigarettes, Tina unselfconsciously slipped her arm into Steve's. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. Still chatting and laughing, they walked to the train station. They lived on opposite sides of town, so they knew that the time had come to separate; yet there was still an unspoken something between them.

"Um..." Tina was uncharacteristically lost for words. Flirting was one thing...but following up? Yet she could feel her damp and hot pussy against her jeans...a feeling she'd not had in a very, very long time.

Steve looked down at Tina -- they were both still uncertain whether they were going for the polite 'goodbye' peck...or...she could feel his breath against her face, and see her reflection in his glasses -- was it her imagination, or was she flushed?

Tentatively, their mouths met. At first gentle and careful, yet as the passion mounted so did the urgency. Steve's mouth opened to meet Tina's, and their tongues met, and then frantically searched each other's mouths. Tina could feel Steve's arousal against her abdomen. Her own arousal grew -- she wondered if it showed, if there were damp spots. As their tongues mated, so their hips began to gently thrust against each other. Tina could feel Steve's cock hard against her stomach, and she responded, moving her body more sensually against his. Part of her longed to slip a hand down, and feel his manhood and balls, to take him in her mouth, and into her cunt. But she beat those thoughts down -- she was a married woman, and he a married man, and this wasn't the kind of thing she did anyway!

Suddenly, guilt gripped her -- not for the waiting husband, but she realised how she must look. "Must dash! Trains to catch." She ran for her bus, leaving Steve looking, perhaps, slightly puzzled.

On the bus and then on the train home, she wondered if she'd scared Steve away. "Am I thinking with my clitoris?" she wondered. Yet she could still feel the slickness of her juices in her underwear, and worried that her arousal would be obvious in the laundry.

Sobriety greeted Tina the next morning, and along with it, nearly terminal embarrassment. At least she wished it were terminal. Still, she felt horny, and began to touch herself until her husband stirred beside her. There hadn't been a sex life there for a long time, and why change the habits of a lifetime? He got up to shower, whilst Tina dipped her hand down her pyjama bottoms. At first leisurely, and then more urgently, she rubbed her clitoris, thinking in embarrassment and excitement about the kiss, the hard on, the moistness. She wondered what his cock looked like -- it FELT big through his combats, but beyond that, she could only imagine. And imagine she did. Long before her husband emerged from the shower, she felt the heat beginning at her toes, moving up her legs until it hit her groin, and she came with an intensity she'd forgotten was possible. She could barely keep from groaning aloud with the pleasure -- she could feel her hard nipples against her top, and she thought the spasms would never cease. But before too long, the real world, and her showered husband forced her back from the abyss.

And so to work. Making phone calls was Tina's business...but she debated long and hard before phoning Steve. What would he think? Tina knew she was a flirt, but she'd never been so bold, so forward, so...well...horny. But it was certainly unprofessional and inappropriate...by eleven o'clock she'd found the courage.

"Yes, can I help you?" Uh oh. He didn't sound happy. 

"Erm....yes, it's about last night..." Tina could feel herself blush.

She could hear his voice brighten as he realised it was her. That was a bit of a relief, but still, she owed him an apology.

"I'd like to apologise if I was a bit, er, inappropriate?" Tina said, hesitantly "That's not something I normally do, in fact I've never done it before, not like that, anyway, and we're both married and you must think I'm a dreadful tart and I'm really sorry and I hope...."

A more welcome response had never been heard, "please, I was flattered, really, by that -- we were both a bit drunk and hey I enjoyed it anyway".

The relief on both sides was palpable. The friendship was still there, but, it seemed to Tina, so was the chemistry. Or was it her imagination? She was experiencing what a friend had charmingly termed a 'wide on' -- she could feel her pussy opening wide, moistening in anticipation of penetration...but would it ever happen? Should it?

They chatted again about pretty much everything -- chats Tina wasn't used to having at work -- they both laughed and railed about the stupidity of the world. Then, much to Tina's surprise, Steve mentioned he was working on a gig, and would she like to come? It was practically the other end of the world from where Tina lived, but it was the best offer she'd had in ages. 

"I'd love to come," the (in)appropriateness of those words not lost on her, "where is it?" Steve gave Tina directions, and suggested they meet at about 7.00.

The days rolled past, and Tina heard nothing from Steve. "Has he changed his mind?" she wondered.

Finally, Friday rolled around, and Tina wondered what to do. At lunchtime, she could stand the suspense no longer, and called. "Are we still on for tonight," she asked hesitantly. She thought she could hear him swallow -- was he as excited and nervous as she was?

"Sure, see you at about 7.00." Not many words, but they were the important ones.

The afternoon seemed to drag. Tina spoke to clients and potential clients. Her mood was certainly lifted, but she could feel her heart racing, and her libido rising. She hadn't felt so wanted, aroused and, indeed damp in years. Is this what it was like to be 15 again?

Finally, the work day ended. Tina shut off her computer and made her way to the train station. It was a fairly long journey, requiring several changes of trains, giving Tina plenty of time to think. She tried to think rationally, and tried to decide mentally that nothing would happen -- that she and Steve were good friends (albeit with flirting), and nothing more. Nevertheless, her mind drifted to the kiss, and her body responded. She was slightly embarrassed to realise that she could smell her sex, that she was becoming wet in her nethers just thinking about it. Still, she tried to force those thoughts down.

Steve had mentioned the bands had a gypsy theme, so (being the unreconstructed aging hippy that she was) had tried to dress appropriately in a peasant blouse and skirt. Would he notice? Did it look needy? Well, the die was cast, and there was nothing she could do about it now! She could feel the air brushing her pussy under her skirt and through her knickers. The breeze only emphasised how horny she was already becoming. Again, she mentally admonished herself, and told herself to behave.

Arriving at the venue (a somewhat seedy pub), Tina spotted Steve -- he was clearly in his element -- professional yet friendly -- he knew what he was doing. 

"Hi there sexy," Tina called out. Steve looked up and, much to her relief, seemed genuinely pleased to see Tina.

"Hi -- you look good!" Tina blushed at the unexpected compliment.

Steve still had work to do -- soundchecking the bands (some of whom could be prickly at times), so Tina bought a couple of pints for the pair of them and settled down with a book to wait. She couldn't help but peek up from time to time, and watch the tall, bearded, broad shouldered figure going about his work. Again, she had to clamp firmly down on the thoughts that were sneaking into her brain. 

Finally, the work was done, and the bands started. The beer at the venue was poor, and the music fairly amateur (and not really to either of their tastes), so after a couple of beers there, they moved on to a pub Steve knew which had excellent beer, and nicer people. However, the pub may as well have been empty for all the notice Steve and Tina took of the bustling crowd. Surely, thought Tina, everyone MUST notice the chemistry? Must be able to smell the pheromones coming off them? Or was it just her imagination?

After a while (where yet again the world was put to rights), they headed back to the venue to catch the end of the evening's entertainment. Another couple of beers were downed before Steve gallantly offered to walk Tina to the station. Tina was certainly more than tipsy, and Steve not far off. Again giggling like schoolchildren, they walked unsteadily arm in arm. 

At the platform, Tina stumbled, and Steve caught her. Laughing, they looked at each other. Tina knew she was drunk, but the alcohol allowed her to ignore the diminishing voice that was telling her to grow up and remember those left at home. She snaked her arms around Steve, pulled his head down towards her, and brushed her lips against his. She could feel the tip of his tongue tentatively explore her lips; she opened her mouth in response. Before even seconds had passed, they were kissing passionately on the platform, oblivious to any possible watchers. She felt Steve's arms on her waist, pulling her in, and she could feel his hardness through his trousers. Her hand dropped down, barely touching his penis -- even drunk she knew that may be taking things a little too far. Still, she could feel her own body respond to his arousal. Her lips were swelling, and her pants were certainly wet.

The train was about to leave -- Tina broke the embrace and jumped on it just in the nick of time. She could see Steve waving at her (and was one of his hands dropping down to his crotch, or was that just accidental?) She sat on the train, light headed, excited, yet scared. Had she offended him? Would he talk to her again? What would happen next?

The weekend was utterly ordinary, yet amazingly strange. Tina dealt with the trials and tribulations of a teenaged daughter, visited the pub with her husband...but her mind kept drifting back to the hazily remembered kiss. She told herself it was the alcohol -- Tina had never had the most robust of self esteems, and hadn't really thought of herself as sexy or forward. She was, in her own mind, behaving in an utterly atypical way.

But still...her mind drifted. She'd tried to call Steve a few times, but just got his voicemail; she couldn't help but worry (but told herself not to -- after all, they were just friends) that he was screening her calls.

A couple of days later, a colleague phoned, asking her if she'd do a pitch up north. She felt a bit out of her depth, and so convinced herself she was asking Steve along on purely a business trip. 

She called Steve, "Hello, how can I help you," he answered. She was amazingly relieved he'd answered.

Tina's first response, having worked in a number of male dominated industries was to reply "I can think of one or two things you might be able to help with...!" She immediately regretted it -- after all, this wasn't the usual kind of relationship she had with clients; not the usual kind of relationship she had with people. They chatted for a bit, and all seemed well -- they flirted, the innuendoes flew like starlings in a flock. But then, her nerve failed her.

"Ummm...I realise this may sound strange, but honest, not being funny..." she started. "It's just, I was wondering, I need technical specialist along on a meeting, and I thought of you...."

Tina thought (but was it her imagination) she could hear Steve's breath catch in his throat. "I'd love to, and I could do with the work," Steve replied. They both knew, however, there was more to this than that. Tina asked him whether he'd be willing to share a room, as she didn't think the company would stretch to two...well, he seemed willing. "What the fu** am I getting into," thought Tina....but yet, her body was telling something completely different from her brain.

The day arrived. They met at the railway station -- Tina thought at every turn something would happen, and he wouldn't show. Steve was there, and gosh, didn't he look smart. Suited (she'd never seen him in a suit) and nervous, he looked sexy yet friendly, safe yet ... well...dangerous. She wanted him. And part of her hated herself for it.

They were lucky, and Tina had made the luck to a point, reserving two forward facing seats for the four hour train journey with a table. The luck came in when nobody came to face them.

Tina broke out the laptop, convincing herself it was to actually work. It wasn't a very good act (even to fool herself) and before long, they were listening to music (Tina had thought to bring an extra pair of earphones), flirting, and more -- holding hands, and even snogging. Every time they kissed, Tina could feel her body responding.

The journey was near enough four hours. They seemed to fly. They arrived -- the hotel was but steps from the train station. Tina, having booked the room, checked them both in. Awkwardness ensued...it was clearly one room, and both Steve and Tina knew it would be so, but still...after all, they were both married, just not to each other.

The formalities concluded, they climbed the (many) stairs to the room assigned to them. Once inside...they dropped their luggage and looked at each other, and nearly started speaking simultaneously.

"We can stop at any..." "You don't have to..." "We'll be close regardless..." "There's no pressure..."

Finally, Steve broke the deadlock. "Let's unpack then." Tina sighed in relief at a decision deferred, and they got to it. Before long, though (after all, it was only an overnight stay), the unpacking was completed.

They looked at each other for maybe a minute. They were stood, slightly self-consciously between the bed and the dressing table. Steve turned towards Tina and, almost at an unspoken command, they were kissing.

"Really, you don't..." "I don't usually do this...I'm sorry..." the apologies and awkwardness built, to a point, and then Tina grabbed Steve's tie, (figuring hung for a sheep as for a lamb, after all, if they were going to get caught, this would be as bad as...well...that), and kissed Steve for all he was worth.

She felt Steve's hand snake around her neck, pulling her closer. She responded by wrapping her arms around him in turn.

As the kiss broke, she felt (and saw) Steve's hand move from her neck and shoulder and start to undo her blouse. Tina wanted it. She'd succumbed and welcomed the seeming inevitability of what was happening. And she wanted it.

Tina drew breath as Steve's hands brushed her breasts as he undid her blouse. He slipped her shirt off her shoulders, and gently reached to undo her bra. She clutched her bra to herself, in a sudden fit of shyness, and nervousness -- she was no longer in the first flush of youth, and she wore a slightly padded bra -- what if he didn't like what he saw?

Gently, Steve moved Tina's hands out of the way and Tina could see his admiration. His head dipped, and his lips and tongue brushed her nipple. Tina couldn't help but gasp as the touch sent shudders up her spine, and down to her groin.




Working Away - The Alternative View



By now, Tina was well aware that she had far less clothes on than did Steve, and so pulled him towards her by his jacket lapels. He took off his tie, and then she fumbled with his buttons, and removed his shirt. She ran her hands through his dark chest hairs (a nice pelt -- not too hairy, but pleasantly masculine), before gently yet shyly caressing his nipples, each in turn. Tina's hands moved down, and fumbled with his belt and trousers -- embarrassingly, Steve had to help a bit (she was forced to wonder how many buttons one pair of trousers needed). As his trousers fell to his shoes, Steve explored Tina's jeans, having far less trouble removing hers than she did removing his! She felt his hands brush against her pubes as he carefully explored between her legs through her panties.

It became quickly clear that not much more would happen until the pesky shoes and socks were dealt with (something never addressed in movies of a certain type), so shoes and socks (and subsequently trousers) were completely removed. Now Steve and Tina stood dressed only in underpants, gazing at each other. Tina clasped her arms around her tummy -- whilst hardly fat, she was not as slim or trim as she had been in her late teens. Steve, without a word, simply reached out, and gently moved Tina's arms. Tina needn't have worried -- she could see the bulge of his arousal through his briefs. Indeed, she could feel the dampness of her own arousal within her own panties, and tingled in anticipation.

Steve reached down and hooked a finger through the elastic of Tina's panties, and eased them down. Now, Tina was naked, and Steve could see and feel how wet she was, and the flush of both her pussy and her body in general.

Tina realised she'd acted really quite forward before -- now she suddenly felt bashful. She gently touched Steve's erection through his pants, and slipped a finger to stroke his cock through one side of his jockey style shorts. She could feel it was hard, quite large (she had a brief surreal moment, thinking that this was beginning to resemble a poorly written porn film) and hot. She decided that the moment for hesitation had passed, and lowered his pants down his legs. She saw a somewhat (but not freakily) larger cock than she'd seen in her admittedly limited experience. It pointed slightly downward, yet was clearly tumescent, and clearly wanting her. Tina had tiny hands (especially for a woman of her height), and so couldn't wrap her fingers all the way around it. She used both hands to pull the foreskin down, and then let go with one hand and carefully cupped his balls with the other.

Steve touched Tina's elbows and lifted her from her crouch. He slipped his legs out of the underwear, and so they were both naked in front of each other. He encircled Tina in his arms, and Tina could feel his cock against her tummy (he was around nine inches taller than she was), and she could feel her own sex responding in kind.

Tina looked up at Steve, and his face came down to meet hers, and soon they were once again kissing passionately, sidestepping to fall onto the waiting bed.

Tina couldn't help but pull her hands back into their protective position across her stomach -- she had given birth some time ago, after all (though in truth, was still in good shape -- not fat by any means, just not as slim and fit as she'd like). Steve responded by gently kissing her middle -- she could feel the whiskers of his beard tickling her very aroused skin.

Before long, she could feel his beard and breath move up her body, kissing the underside of her breasts first, before his tongue snaked across her nipple. She shuddered and a quiet moan escaped her lips. She reached her hands down to lightly grasp Steve's cock -- if anything it was harder than before. Steve shuffled down the bed to give her easier access to his red, hard dick.

Steve's foreskin covered his glans, even at full erection, so she pulled it carefully back, exposing the head of his penis. The smell of both their sexes was now apparent, but seemed only to inflame the couple. Tina felt Steve's hand wander down to her secret places between her legs. Her clit was practically crying out to be stroked, and she could feel the secretions from her pussy cover Steve's hand. He stroked her cunt and moistened his fingers and Tina's entire pussy in the process.

Tina lay back, wrapped in the pleasure Steve's caresses and exploration gave her. She felt slightly bashful that Steve was clearly exploring her, with both his fingers and his eyes -- she wasn't used to being looked at! But as she peeked, she could see Steve's obvious enjoyment, both in his face and his cock. Again, her fingers reached down to cup his cock. Not much was said -- she would guide his speed, he her pressure and the like.

Steve stopped briefly as the import of what they were doing hit.

"Do you really want to do this," he asked, concerned.

Tina opened her eyes, and the widened as she realised where Steve was -- kneeling between her legs, with his cock aimed straight at her very, very wet pussy.

Tina placed her hand on Steve's back and pulled him closer -- she felt far too horny to have any second (or third) thoughts now.

She could feel the head of his penis nudge the lips of her pussy -- her heart sped up as she felt his hardness against the slickness of her vagina. She could feel him push against her -- the angle wasn't quite right, so she reached down and guided his penis into her entrance. She could feel her lips stretching - even a little painful at first, but then her inner and outer lips accommodated him, and slight pain turned to intense pleasure. She reached down, and met his hand, both of them exploring where his sex met hers. She could feel her juices coating his cock, as his thrusts sped up.

She could feel him get faster and harder, and his head dipped down to lick and gently suck her hard, sensitive nipples. She'd could feel his cock push deeper inside her cunt than she'd ever felt -- she could also feel his shaft rub against the hood of her clitoris as he shifted position. 

Steve raised himself on his arms, giving her clitoris even more stimulation. She had never felt so hot, so horny. Steve then slightly tweaked her nipple -- omygod! Her breathing grew more ragged and she could feel the electric wave begin. Her toes grew warm, and she felt the warmth go up her legs, exploding as it hit her groin. Her orgasm hit her -- her pussy pulsed erratically around Steve's hardon.

Tina tried to increase the pace of her upward thrusts, to help Steve along, but she could feel him slow, and feel his erection flagging. She looked at his face, and saw it drop.

"What's up," she asked.

"You know how I told you I have problems with having an orgasm?" Steve asked, falteringly.

"Yes," replied Tina. They had talked quite a bit on the four hour train journey, and been astonishing honest with each other.

"Well, I'm in that situation now," Steve said. He was clearly nervous and unhappy about this. Tina knew, though, that this wasn't about her, and wasn't worried about it. Instead, she reached down as he withdrew from her and tenderly stroked his slightly shrunken cock. She wrapped her hand around it as best she could and tentatively moved his foreskin up and down, not quite sure how to proceed. Steve was, she guessed, enjoying a smaller hand than he was used to on his dick. She could feel (and see) her juices still shining on his now reinvigorated erection.

Steve's hand joined hers, and eventually replaced it. Tina moved her hand to his testicles and her other stroked his chest -- running through his hair and over to his nipples. She watched his face -- he was enjoying looking at her -- her 34B breasts, her pubic hair, the slit of her pussy, her attention. The speed and intensity of his wanking increased, and his face slackened as he neared his own orgasm. Tina had never seen a man ejaculate, and never actually looked at spunk. She was excited, though slightly embarrassed. Despite her recent orgasm, she could feel her own body responding in kind.

Steve moved down a bit, slightly out of Tina's reach. He gazed at her wet pussy -- her lips still red and engorged from her own excitement. She could see his orgasm approach in his face, and felt (and saw) a load of cum cover her pussy, pubes, thighs and belly.

Tina could see the relief spread over Steve's face and body, and she pulled him close. They cuddled, relaxed and content in each others' company and contact.

Tina's head rested in the crook of Steve's shoulders. She allowed her free hand to run through his chest hairs, tweaking his nipples, and wander down, but not to between his legs, but instead to between hers. Tina inserted a couple of fingers into her wet pussy, before withdrawing them and slightly tentatively offering her fingers for Steve to lick. Before long, Steve was sucking her fingers like a baby at the breast -- hungrily and avidly. Clearly he was enjoying this!

After Steve had cleared her cum from his fingers, he moved down her body, kissing first her neck, then her armpits (sending a surprising shudder through Tina's body), to her breasts and further down. Tina had her eyes closed, but could feel Steve move Tina's hands away from her midriff as he kissed down her body.

Tina felt Steve's beard run along her pubic hair, and she felt his breath touch her wet pussy, causing a cool wave of pleasure through her -- could she be so horny so quickly? She felt his tongue sweep across her sensitive clit -- she could barely keep from crying out in lust. His tongue moved further down her pussy towards the entrance of her vagina -- she spread her legs further to allow him access.

As he stopped, she opened her eyes, and saw Steve clearly revelling in the sight before him. She looked further down his body, and confirmed that yes, he too was as aroused as she was, despite the very recent excitement. Tina felt initially awkward at this scrutiny, but Steve was so tender, and clearly so admiring that she tried to relax and let him examine her.

Before long, his tongue and lips were once again at work. Tina's leg started to twitch in time to his ministrations. She felt his tongue bury itself deep into her wet pussy. Wanting both the vaginal and clitoral stimulation, she started massaging her clit with her right hand, whilst grabbing Steve's head and encouraging him with her left. God, she was horny! Steve's tongue soon joined Tina's fingers at her clit, and she gladly relinquished it to him. As she got closer, his tongue swept the full length of her pussy. She could feel the warm wave once again start, and she came as strongly as she ever had, this time actually groaning aloud at the pleasure. Her hips bucked, and her hands gripped at Steve's head.

She pulled his head away from her clit -- it was now too sensitive, and needed respite. Tina looked at Steve, and saw his cock was as hard as it was before. She spread her legs, inviting Steve to gaze and wonder at her spread sex. She watched as Steve grasped his cock, and started pumping it -- she watched carefully, hoping to pick up tips, to help him with her tiny hands. But for now, she showed him what he wanted to see. She reached down and opened her pussy lips, and saw his face light up in return. He jerked off faster and more furiously. Tina's eyes flicked between his face and his hands and cock -- before today, she'd never watch a man wank. His orgasm came in shuddering waves, and he spurted spunk over Tina's pussy and belly. She saw him bashfully reach for a tissue, but she put her own hand over her sticky sex, and pulled Steve down to her, this time with his head resting on her shoulder. Content, she stroked his hair and neck.

Exhaustion overtook lust. Tina and Steve cuddled together, and then Tina lay on her side, with Steve spooned behind her. She pulled his arm close, sleepily thinking that she'd forgotten until now how good sex could be, and how much she cared for her new lover. And that her meeting wasn't until 11.00!