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Just For Me!

By: Dingy_Jo



I love it!

I prepare for it as carefully as a doctor would prepare for surgery. Each aspect has been carefully developed through trial and error and quite a bit of experimentation. I think I now have it down to a science.

The anticipation of what is to come causes me to tingle all over.

First in the sequence of events is a luxurious bubble bath, then a shave. Every single hair from the shoulders down is whisked away. Armpits, pussy and legs become as smooth as glass. A few dabs of my favorite perfume complete the toilet. Next, I dress with the same care and attention that I give the other steps in the exercise. The item I use most often is an extra long "T" shirt, no bra, panties or any other article of clothing. The next prop in the sequence is a big "Scarlet O'Hara" (Southern Comfort and cranberry juice). The next to last, but a very important item needed for this session is my battery-powered vibrator. Now for the most erotic item in my seduction, my computer!

I spread a double or triple thickness of a large bath towel on my chair, sit down and sign on.

I look for one of my favorite chat rooms on AOL, "playing with it now" or "F wants to see it." I have written myself a profile so full of sexual connotations the it doesn't take long for me to pick out my potential seducer from the list of those who IM me.

Once contact is made I turn the IM's off and invite him to a private room "hot -- hot" that I have established just for this purpose.

Usually, we get right down to it. He will ask how I am dressed, how big my breasts are, am I wearing a bra and panties, is my pussy shaved and do I like to suck cock. I counter, asking him how big his dick is, does he have it out, is he playing with it and most important, does he eat pussy.

By this time I'm pretty wet if he is any good at all. He will want to talk about me sucking his cock or him eating my pussy but I need the mental image of me sitting down on his dick, sliding up and down, back and forth. Usually, this is the spot where I insert the vibrator and turn it on full force. I tell him about it, how good it feels inside me, how I wish it was him and conversation dwindles. You can tell he is typing with one hand, nothing but the simplest lowercase letters with lots of mistakes.

The vibrator is deep inside me, sending the most erotic feelings throughout my entire body. The fingers of my free hand are caressing the lips of my pussy and rubbing my clit. In between typing, the other hand is massaging my breasts, fondling and pinching my nipples.

If I think he is close I start talking about sucking his cock and how good his cum will taste. I tell him "if only you could fuck me so I could taste my cum mixed with yours on your cock."

The thought of this is usually enough to get me to the very edge of my climax. Now, it's up to him to talk to me while I fuck myself with the vibrator. Sometimes, I must get out of my chair and squat on the floor, sliding the vibrator in and out of my pussy while I watch the screen for his words of seduction. My hands will be covered with my juice and I alternate between the right and left so I can lick this wondrous nectar from my fingers.

Most of the time I cum first, so I must really apply myself to make sure that he is also satisfied.

I think I am addicted to this. I was doing it at least once, and sometimes even twice, a day to the exclusion of all other sex. Since I moved in with my bi lover I have been able to wean myself off to only once a week or so.

Well, I have a full bottle of Southern Comfort, so now I'm going to have a slow soaking bath and shave.

Then ----???

Just For Me



I love when you cum for me!

XXOO
Angel

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Just For Old Times



I think it was Julie’s idea to take a cottage in Cornwall for an early spring break. 

We drove down on a bright, clear April morning. The cottage was just outside St Ives – a converted farm labourer’s dwelling, with a small, low kitchen, a coal-fired living-room and just the one tiny bedroom, upstairs, with a large, soft double bed, which we christened within an hour of arrival!

Julie, my lovely wife of three years, had spent a summer in Cornwall, working during the summer vacation between school and college, the year before I met her, and she had always wanted to visit the area again.

I had a suspicion that that summer had been a bit of a ‘rite of passage’ for Julie. It had been her first time away from home, and she had lived with her aunt and cousin while she was there. Her cousin, Jeanette, was a couple of years older than Julie, and family gossip had it that she was a bit of a ‘bike’. She wasn’t a very attractive girl, although she had a passable figure, but she was a nice enough lass and, if she had to ‘put out’ a bit more than other girls, to get the boys to take notice of her – well, who was I to criticise?

Jeanette, at the time, had been aiming to train in hotel management, and had a job in local pub, where she was able to fix Julie up, as well, to help with the increased summer holiday trade.

Since then, though, the aunt had died, and Jeanette was working in London, so there was no need to pay any duty visits, while we were down there. In fact, we had both had a hard winter, workwise, and we needed a break – not least to revive our sex life, which had been on the back burner a little for the past few months.

In that respect, our visit was very successful! The little cottage was remote from any other houses, at the bottom of a woodland track, and I think, by the middle of the week, we had capered around, naked, in every corner of it, and I had shagged my beautiful, sexy wife on every surface, horizontal and vertical!

Julie is quite tall, just a shade under five foot eight, with shoulder-length auburn hair, bewitching soft brown eyes, and a wide, generous mouth which breaks easily into a smile, and is utterly delicious to kiss. Her upper body is quite strong, due to a lot of swimming when she was a youngster – shoulders straight, and quite broad, and her breasts are a very generous 38”, firm and high on her chest, with large aurolae and thick blood-red nipples, which erect very easily – sometimes embarrassingly easily, as far as my wife is concerned!

Below her slim waist, Julie’s hips are also slim, and athletic – her legs long, shapely and well-defined. At the junction of her thighs lies an abundant bush of auburn hair, which only partially conceals the full lips of her vagina – an orifice I entered more times during that week in Cornwall than in the months since Christmas.

And, of course, the more we ‘did it’, the more we wanted to do it. Even on our trips out, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. The weather was warm, and glorious, and Julie was wearing short summer dresses, which showed off her bare, tanned legs, and emphasised the seductive bounce of her full, heavy tits. Notwithstanding our almost continuous sex in the cottage, we went ‘all the way’ no less than three times in the bracken, while hill-walking, and once on a deserted beach, late at night, on our way home from a restaurant.

On our last night, we decided to visit that same restaurant again and, as before, walked the two-mile journey from the cottage, into St. Ives. We arrived about half an hour before our 8.30 booking, and I suggested a drink before dinner.

“Took the words right out of my mouth!” was Julie’s response, and, as I headed for a pub beside the harbour, she grabbed my elbow and said – “No – let’s go this way,”

Something – a slight breathlessness – in her voice made me glance at her. Her cheeks were a little flushed, her eyes bright, but I couldn’t catch her eye as she practically dragged me down a little alley, then down some stairs into a basement with a sign above the door. 

The pub was small, with a bar running the entire length of the room – only about twenty feet – and half a dozen tables dotted around, with chairs arranged haphazardly around them. But it was busy, with what seemed to be, predominantly, a young crowd – mixed groups of boys and girls in their late teens and early twenties. The background music was modern, but not too loud.

There was just one guy behind the bar – a man of about thirty, slim build, with blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, and a gold stud in his right ear. Julie pushed me down at a small table for two, beside the window, and said – “I’ll get the drinks.”

Puzzled, I watch her cross the floor – and noticed that I wasn’t the only one, several male heads swivelling to admire her progress as she eased through the crowd, and the tightly-packed tables and chairs.

She reached the bar, and the barman looked up, a polite smile on his face. It was too noisy for me to hear, but I could see Julie ordering our drinks. The barman half-turned away, to get them, then he did a double-take and whipped round to face Julie again, a grin of delight spreading across his face.

Racing to the end of the bar, he whipped round the corner, by which time Julie had practically arrived, and she threw herself into his arms. They flung their arms round each other, and hugged, tightly, then he withdrew his head and planted a kiss straight onto my wife’s mouth.

It was a real kiss – mouths open, heads bent sideways, bodies joined from knee to shoulder – and it lasted a bit too long, for me. Of course, by now, I had put two and two together – this was the pub where Julie had worked six – no, seven – years ago, and her ex-employer was very pleased to se her again! But, still ……

Eventually, Julie broke the kiss, and I saw her incline her head in my direction, then they were walking towards me, holding hands and grinning at each other in mutual delight.

I stood up as they approached. The barman released Julie’s hand and extended his own towards me.

“James,” said Julie, her eyes bright with pleasure, “this is Sam, who looked after me when I was here, last. Sam, this is James, my husband.”

Taking my hand firmly, Sam grinned and said – “And a very lucky man, too! It’s a real pleasure to meet you, James.”

Pulling up a chair, he sat down as Julie, too, dropped into the chair beside me. She reached a hand across the table, and Sam took it. A young barmaid appeared with our drinks, and I settled down to my beer as my wife and Sam ‘caught up’ with each other.

There was something about Sam’s face that was familiar – and something odd, as well. Suddenly, it dawned on me – I had seen his photograph, and, not only that, he was one of twins! It was one of those ‘photo booth’ pictures, with Julie sitting on the knees of those two guys who looked identical to each other. We had been looking at her old photos one night, years ago, and all I remembered was that Julie had told me it was a holiday snap, and that the two guys had been great fun to be with, but there had been nothing more to it than that, and we had moved on to the next picture ……

Somehow, though, that picture had stayed in my mind – I think it was the thought of those two guys being identical – I always used to wonder what a girl – well, Julie – would have thought about when she was with them. Would she have preferred one over the other – would she have wondered what it would be like to ‘be with’ both of them at the same time? Then, I had seen ‘The Camomile Lawn’ on TV, where a girl had a relationship with identical twins – all three of them going to bed together. I had wanted to ask Julie what she thought of that, but never quite had the courage.

Looking at her now, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at Sam, their hands clasped over the table as they laughed at their shared memories, and remembering how they had kissed, just minutes before, a shiver of uneasiness ran up my spine …… Also, to my surprise, I felt my balls tighten, and my cock give a little jerk. I took another mouthful of beer and sat back, trying to relax.

I might as well not have been there as they talked excitedly to each other, catching up on news of Jeannette, Sam’s twin brother, Joe, and other mutual friends I didn’t know from Adam, and recollecting the events and the characters and the parties from that long- ago summer. Another round of drinks appeared, and I looked at my watch – we would have to leave, shortly, to be at the restaurant for 8.30. I would be glad to get Julie out of here – back to me, and her world as it was now – and away from her youthful memories.

I drank my beer quickly, and managed to catch Julie’s eye. I tapped my watch, with an apologetic shrug. For a split second, a look of irritation crossed her face, but she masked it quickly, and explained to Sam that we would have to leave. He took it very well, I thought, but, as we all stood up, it became clear that Julie had promised to call back, after our meal, if only to say ‘hello’ to Joe, who would be in from 10 o’clock until they closed at 11, to help with the last-minute surge, and the clearing-up after closing. As we left, my mind was made up that I would try to scotch that suggestion or, at least, make sure our visit was a short one ……

Julie was very ‘high’ as we made our way the short distance to the restaurant, and I did my best to match her mood, but my mind kept switching between the images of the girl in ‘The Camomile Lawn’ sitting, bare-breasted, between the twins in the bed they all shared, and Julie, in that photo-booth, perched on Joe and Sam’s knees, her arms round their shoulders – their hands out of sight, the picture covering their heads and shoulders, only. In my mind, I could see their hands sliding up Julie’s thighs – maybe, out of shot, her dress was lifted up and their fingers were touching her panties ……

My cock was stiffening and I angrily tried to banish the vision from my mind as we entered the restaurant, and were shown to our table ……

It was a quarter past ten and two bottles of wine later, before we returned to the subject of Julie’s last summer here.  It had been an excellent meal and, once we had sat down, Julie had seemed to suddenly realise that she had been making me feel uneasy, and had turned her vivacity and charm on to me, full-scale, as only she could, and we had dined, at our little corner table, like two new lovers, instead of a married couple.

Now, the erection poking up inside my trousers was caused only by the prospect of getting Julie back to our cottage for a final night of glorious, abandoned sex, before tomorrow’s long journey back home, and I was convinced that Julie was in the same mood, as her hand slid under the tablecloth and squeezed my cock gently. Her tongue ran round her lips, and she murmured “Mmmmmm……..” She was leaning forward, and I could see the soft curves of the upper slopes of her breasts down the front of her summer dress.

She caught my eye, and chuckled – well, giggled, really – and I realised that she had accounted for at least half of our considerable wine intake that night.

“Like what you see?” she breathed, in a kind of a stage whisper, and I nodded, pushing my groin forward so that there would be no doubt of my state of arousal. Julie’s fingers closed round my stalk and squeezed it, hard.

“Let’s go,” I muttered. “I can’t stand much more of this.”

“Me, neither,” she replied. “We’ll just have a quick five minutes in ‘The Admiral’ – then the rest of the night to ourselves.”

I nearly protested, but then I thought a quick visit for a last drink – say hello to the other brother – wouldn’t do any harm. In fact, it might even stimulate Julie even more – if that were possible – and, in any case, if I turned stroppy, now, the mood could be ruined, entirely.

“O.K.” I said, as I signalled for the bill, adding – “What’s he like – Joe? Is he just like his brother?”

Julie smiled. “Yes – pretty much,” she said. “Maybe – a bit more outgoing – well, maybe ‘pushy’ is the more correct word. You know – more ‘forward’, sort of ……”

She had moved her hand away from me when the waitress responded to my request for the bill, and she was leaning back, smiling reflectively. I could see the shape of her nipples, thrusting against the thin material of her bra, and her dress. My insides did a little leap.

“How do you mean?” I asked, with an assumed casualness I didn’t feel. Julie’s eyes took on a dreamy sort of quality as she searched her mind for an explanation.

“Well,” she said. “You’ve seen the bar at ‘The Admiral’. It’s pretty small and it gets quite – crowded – when there a few staff behind it, so you get squeezed together, quite a lot.”

She looked at me and I nodded. She had an odd expression on her face, a ‘secret’ sort of smile playing round the corners of her mouth.

“Well,” she went on. “When Sam had to squeeze past, behind a girl – you know – he tended to do it quite quickly, in a sort of businesslike way, but Joe liked to – well, let you know he was there ……”

Her voice trailed off, then she gave a sudden giggle.

“Oh, James,” she said. “You know what I mean!”

I did, but my mouth was drying with a sudden excitement, and I wanted Julie to go into the detail.

“Well, I think I do,” I said, “but tell me, anyway.”

“Well, if Jeanette, say, was filling a glass at the beer-pump, and Joe had to get past her, he always did it slowly, pushing himself against her – oh, all right, if you must have the gory details, he would push his groin against her bottom, so that she could feel him – his, well, his groin ……” Julie’s face was slightly pink, and her eyes slid away from mine.

“What did she do?” I asked, and Julie laughed.

“Well, you know Jeanette,” she retorted. “Usually, she’d push her bum back at him, and do a little wriggle.”

“What did Joe do?” I asked. The bill had arrived, and lay on the table in front of me, but, for the present, I was ignoring it.

“That depended on whether he was carrying anything,” said Julie. Her eyes were now bright, a couple of spots of high colour in her cheek-bones. “Sometimes, he would reach forward and grab her hip-bones and pull her towards him – and, once or twice, I even saw him slide his hands further round – further down her front, so to speak ……”

“What – onto her ……?” I asked.

Julie nodded, her expression becoming a little more serious.

“Yes,” she said, softly, glancing round to make sure we weren’t being overheard. “Of course, Jeanette and Joe were – you know?”

“You mean he was shagging her?” I said, suddenly tired of all these euphemisms. Julie nodded.

“Of course he was,” she said. “So was Sam – and two or three of the ‘regulars’ – not to mention quite a few of the ‘passing trade’. Well, you know Jeanette, and her ‘slack knicker elastic’ – it can sometimes be quite difficult to find a man who hasn’t given her one! Haven’t you?”

Her final question took me off guard. As a matter of fact, I hadn’t, but my fingers had visited where my cock hadn’t, in a secluded hallway in Julie’s Uncle Simon’s house, one wild New Year’s night not so long previously ……

“No!” I denied, a split-second too late, but Julie just laughed.

“Well, it wouldn’t be for the lack of opportunity,” she said, caustically, as she rose, picking up the bill.

“Come on, then,” she said, “or we’ll miss closing-time.”

The bill paid, we left the restaurant and began the short walk down to the pub. I slipped an arm round Julie’s waist, and dropped my hand to her tight bottom. She wiggled against my palm, and I thought, again, of Joe ……

“So – did Joe ever get in a tight corner with you?” I blurted out, my pulse quickening in the knowledge that I had waited until we were walking, in the dark, to ask the question I hadn’t dared ask to Julie’s face, in the lighted restaurant.

Her walk slowed, but she didn’t say anything. I blundered on.

“I mean – I know whose bum I’d rather rub against ……” and I squeezed the slowly undulating firm cheek under my palm. Julie stopped and faced me.

“James,” she said. “They didn’t treat me the same as Jeanette – I was younger, for a start – and, well, I wasn’t a pushover, like she was – is. Of course, sometimes, Joe or Sam would have to squeeze past me behind the bar – and, well, sometimes, I would feel something pressing against my bum, but that was unavoidable. The bar was very small and crowded and it’s just one the things that happened from time to time. There was no point in me getting upset about it, was there?”

“No,” I agreed. “No – I didn’t mean – but – did he ever, you know, take advantage? Like he did with Jeanette – deliberately rubbing against you, I mean?”

“Why?” asked Julie. “If I say ‘yes’, are you going to biff him one when you meet him? Remember, I wasn’t your wife, then – I didn’t even know you.”

“No, of course I won’t ‘biff’ him,” I said. “I just …… wanted to know,” I finished, lamely.

“Well,” said Julie, turning away and beginning to walk on. “Well – yes,” she said. “I suppose Joe did, once or twice, when he had had a drink or two – but it was just in fun, James – not like it was with Jeanette ……”

She walked on a little more, in silence, and then added – “And, you know, James, it’s not always a nasty feeling for a girl, even a young one, like I was, then, to feel herself to be the cause of a man’s arousal, his excitement. It was quite exciting for me, too, feeling Joe’s hard – well, yes, his hard cock – pressing against the cleft between my bum-cheeks, and his hands gripping my hip-bones, pulling me back against him ……”

Her voice trailed off again, then she suddenly turned and threw her arms round me, hugging me tight, grinding herself against me. Her voice breathed harshly in my ear – “Ooooohhhhh, yes, James – sometimes it was exciting – really exciting – sometimes it made me wet, and I would wish …… I would wish I could be like Jeanette …… remind me about it again when we get back to the cottage tonight, and I’ll tell you how it felt – then I’ll be like Jeanette, for you ……”

I thought she was going to climax as I felt her shudder against me – she began to wrap her leg around my thigh, but then she suddenly pushed herself away and began to run.

“Come on!” she called, over her shoulder, her dress flying up round her gorgeous tanned thighs, and I set off in as hot pursuit as my raging erection would allow …… 

Having met Sam, there was no mistaking Joe – despite the close-cropped fair hair, and the absence of jewellery in his ear, or anywhere else, for that matter. The physical resemblance, otherwise, between the two brothers, was total, but, I realised, at first sight, that there was a gentleness in Sam which was markedly absent in his older (by 15 minutes, Julie had told me) brother. 

They were both behind the bar, when we arrived. The pub was very crowded, and there were two barmaids in evidence, as well – both young, both fairly attractive. I wondered if either, or both, were being screwed by Joe, or Sam, or both ……

Julie surprised me by sitting at the only vacant table, just inside the door, and asking me to go and fetch the drinks. It was Joe who served me, but Sam looked up as he was pushing the glasses over the counter, and greeted me.

“Hello again, James,” he exclaimed. “Glad you made it back! Make them doubles, Joe – on the house – this is Julie’s husband!”

Joe looked up, grinned, and thrust a hand over the bar – but his eyes slid over my shoulder, searching for Julie, and, the second he spotted her, he was off. I watched as he advanced on our table and, once again, Julie surprised me by remaining seated as Joe bent down and kissed her cheek, as if he were her elder brother. Her demeanour was markedly different that it had been when she had been reunited with Sam, earlier – her smile hesitant, shy, almost nervous, but, as with Sam, her eyes locked onto Joe’s as they sat, heads bent, talking, in the hubbub of the noisy bar – and, I noticed, the fingers of her left hand quickly became entwined with his.




Just For Old Times



I sat down with our drinks – a malt whisky for me – brandy for Julie. Julie reached out with her free hand and took a long drink, coughing a little as the spirit hit the back of her throat, and both she and Joe laughed as the tears sprang to her eyes.

“So,” said Joe, including me in his smile. “Our Julie – old, experienced married lady – you are one very lucky man, James. I think she’s even lovelier than she was when she worked here – perhaps even sexier, though that would be difficult!”

“Oh, I’ve no complaints on that score,” I blurted out, realising, as soon as I said it, that my intended compliment had come out sounding like something coarse – a fact underlined by Joe’s quick glance at me, followed by a long look at my wife, his eyes travelling unhurriedly down the shape of her body in the thin summer dress.

“Yes,” he breathed, in frank admiration. “I bet you don’t. Listen, Julie,” he said, as Sam’s frantic signals for assistance caught his eye. “When we’re clearing out the punters, you and James just sit tight. It’s been a while since we had a ‘lock-in’ – not like the old days, eh? But we’ll need a bit longer to do all our catching up, won’t we?”

He half-rose, then suddenly bent forward and fastened his mouth on Julie’s. It was a ‘proper’, if quick, kiss and, as he dashed away, I could see the pace of my wife’s breathing had quickened considerably. My own breathing was none too steady, either, and I took a long swallow of my Glenmorangie to try to steady myself.

Julie’s eyes had followed Joe over to the bar, and I could see her thoughts were elsewhere – in another time, I guessed. Her lips were slightly parted in another surefire sign of arousal which I recognised.

“So,” I said, conscious that I wouldn’t have her on my own for much longer. “”What happened at these ‘lock-ins’?”

“Oh,” she said, dragging her eyes back to mine. “They happened usually when there was a good crowd of holiday makers in and Joe and Sam would tip a few of them the wink and, once we’d closed, the ones left in would have a bit of a party.”

“And Jeanette and I would usually serve the drinks,” she added, hastily, “although, of course, nobody was paying, by then.”

“And what happened at these parties?” I pushed it. Julie laughed. “Well, we all sat around and discussed the economy and politics and world recession! What do you think happened? We had a party! A bit of drinking, a bit of singing, a bit of dancing ……”

“What kind of dancing?”

“All kinds – what do you think?”

“Fast – and slow?”

“Yes – of course. Look, James, the reason for the party was usually that the boys had their eye on a couple of girls, so – yes – there would be a bit of slow, smoochy stuff a little later on – for obvious reasons ……”

“And you and Jeanette – you just served drinks – and watched?”

“Well, not all the time,” said Julie. Her expression was a little defiant, now. “Sometimes we were the only girls there, maybe with just one or two other boys, or men – or maybe even just Joe and Sam, if it had been a busy night, and we just wanted to unwind. And, before you ask, James – well, yes, sometimes it got a little ‘out of hand’ where Jeanette was concerned.”

“How much ‘out of hand’?” I pressed, the roof of my mouth dry, thinking about Julie and her lax-moralled cousin, alone, in this place, with four or five men, with the doors locked.

Julie took a deep breath. She didn’t seem to be able to sit still, her bottom moving around on her seat, her fingers toying nervously with the stem of her brandy glass, her eyes constantly flickering towards the bar where Joe and Sam and the two barmaids were persuading customers that closing- time had arrived.

“Well, like we said,” she said, eventually. “She’d be dancing close with a man, and he’d be feeling her bum, or her tits ……”

“Her tits?” I said.

“Yes,” said Julie, her eyes dropping.

“In front of other men – and in front of you?”

“Yes,” she said, a bit irritably. “It’s no big deal, James – I’d seen girls have their tits felt before – Jesus, by that time, a few boys had had a feel of mine ……”

“Yes – but not in public!”

“Not unless you count the cinema – or a party.”

I wanted to pursue this – there was a side of Julie being revealed tonight that I’d never seen, before, but I was more interested in what had happened in this place, after the pub door was closed.

“What about the ‘parties’ here?” I persisted, and Julie arched an eyebrow and smiled.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she said.

“Yes,” I replied, my voice low, and thick.

“Well, I wonder why,” Julie teased. “It couldn’t be that the thought of your little wife being groped by some drunk turns you on, could it?”

“No!” I protested, automatically. “I just want to know!”

“Oh?” she smiled. “And why?”

She leaned forward and deliberately displayed her cleavage to me.

“I know I was a bit younger, then,” she breathed, “but these started developing when I was twelve. It would be surprising if nobody tried to get their hands on them when I was working here, wouldn’t it?”

I nodded, my cock standing again as I looked down at the creamy swell of her tits. My mouth was dry, again.

“Do you think I was always able to fight them off, in those days, James? Or do you think that, some nights, I might have quite liked to feel someone’s hand fondling my breasts, teasing my nipples?”

“Well, did you?” I muttered, hoarsely.

Julie leaned forward a little more. I could almost see her nipples, now. I jumped as her hand grabbed my cock under the table. She laughed quietly.

“It does turn you on, then,” she breathed. “You want me to say ‘yes’.”

It was a question. She was looking for a reply, but I just stared at her. Of course, she was right, but I couldn’t bring myself to say so. Julie sat back, her expression enigmatic.

“Well,” she said, eventually. “There were a few nights when I did a bit more partying than serving – and – well, events took their course, as they do. I had one or two slow dances with chaps, and one or two of them may have let their hands drop to squeeze my bum – but – I wasn’t Jeanette, James. I wasn’t cheap – I always knew what I was doing.”

“So – was that all?” I asked. “Just one or two guys – touching your bum?”

“Most of the time.”

“But – not all of the time?”

“James – it was a long time ago – I can’t remember everything that happened.”

“But, you’d remember if somebody did more than – fondle your bottom, wouldn’t you?”

She shrugged.

“Well – would you? You’d remember if somebody got a feel of your tits, surely?”

“Oh, maybe one or two of them might have slid a hand up – there – while he was dancing with me, but I wouldn’t have let it stay there very long ……”

“How long?” I snapped. I was like a dog with a bone. I couldn’t leave it alone. Julie giggled suddenly – “’If you don’t take your hand off there in the next fifteen minutes, I’ll scream!’”

I glared at her, and she made a face at me.

“Oh, all right,” she said. “Sometimes, if he was nice, I’d let him leave it there for a while – if it was quiet, and no-one was looking. Girls do enjoy it, you know!”

The bar was emptying, now. I hadn’t much time left before the twins joined us. From just serving drinks, Julie had now admitted to dancing, close dancing, having her bum fondled – and now, having her tits felt. How much more was there?

“How about – further down?” I pressed. “And how about Joe – and Sam? Were they – did they ……?”

“James,” she said. “I keep telling you – I wasn’t Jeanette. I was young, and most of the guys respected that. If they wanted a bit of ‘the other’, there were plenty of other girls – and, if all else failed, there was always Jeanette. I honestly can’t recall a night here when Jeanette didn’t come home and tell me about some guy shagging her – and quite often it would be more than one. She was quite capable of letting a man strip her completely naked while he was dancing with her, and then shagging him while all the others watched, and waited for their turn. I know – I’ve seen her do it! And I wasn’t like that!”

“Are you sure?” I asked, in desperation.

“Yes!” said Julie, vehemently. “I was a virgin when I arrived here, James – and I was still a virgin when I left ……”

She looked up – the pub was empty of customers, and Joe was shutting the heavy door. Sam was coming out from behind the bar, carrying a tray of drinks. Julie grinned wickedly at me, and whispered – “ …… just!”

Julie stood up. “I’m going to the loo,” she whispered, and set off. I sat back, my head whirling, my heart racing. I didn’t know what to think. Worst of all, I couldn’t figure out my own reactions. Part of me was what you might expect – jealousy, envy, outrage at the thought of my sweet wife being subjected to all that sexual pressure and, from time to time, having to submit to it, even if only to a limited extent. But the other part – my darker, secret side – found it intensely exciting. And the worst of it was – I knew that I shouldn’t. This was no way for a loving husband to react – and there was no doubt that I loved my wife – so why should the image of her reacting to another man’s sexual advances stimulate me so much?

“Over here, James!”

Sam’s call broke my train of thought. I looked up. He was setting the glasses on a long, heavy table over by the bar. The table, which looked centuries old, was part of an alcove by the bar. Behind it, a long leather-covered bench was set into the wall and in front sat three wooden chairs. 

Sam motioned me into one of the chairs and I sat down, picking up the glass of whisky Sam slid over to me. Sam settled on to the bench and Joe, arriving just then, slid in at the other end. He picked up his pint glass, as did Sam, and they toasted me, together.

“Well, here’s to you, James,” said Sam, and Joe added – “And thanks for bringing Julie back to see us.”

I nodded, and smiled, and took another swallow of my Glenmorangie, just as Julie returned. I stood up and pulled out a chair for her, but she glided past me as Joe also stood, to let her onto the bench, between him and his brother.

My heart lurched as I sat down again, looking across at my lovely young wife, flanked by her two old friends. I could see she had ‘freshened up’ and she looked utterly delectable, her eyes shining, her cheeks flushed. I couldn’t remember ever desiring her more, and made a vow to leave this place as soon as we possibly could, to get her on her own, in our little cottage ……

“I thought we’d be sitting here,” Julie said, with evident pleasure. “This is where we always sat, before, once the pub was shut, and we could relax and have a drink ourselves. If Jeanette was here, it’d be just like old times – well, apart from you, Jim. You weren’t here, were you?”

A little giggle escaped her at her last remark, and I noticed the twins smiling quietly as they regarded her.

“Maybe just as well,” Joe commented, drily, and Julie laughed.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “James seems to be quite interested in that part of my life.”

Her eyes teased me across the table, and I felt anger and embarrassment rising, then she leaned forward and stretched her hand out to touch mine.

“Hey,” she breathed, her eyes gazing into mine. “Thanks for letting me stay to see these guys again. We’ll just have a quick drink and a chat, then we’ll be off, back to the cottage – just the two of us – and I can thank you, properly.”

She put her hand up to my face and kissed me quickly, on the lips, then sat back.

Sam said – “Now, there’s something worth going home for, James. You’re a very lucky guy.”

Julie turned and kissed him, briefly, too – “You always did say the nicest things, Sam,” she said, then – “And so did you!” and she turned her head the other way and offered her mouth to Joe.

Lifting his right hand to her left shoulder, Joe kissed her, but, when she tried to draw her head back, his mouth followed hers, his grip on her shoulder tightening. Julie resisted for only a split second, then she relaxed and her mouth opened as she returned his kiss, her head coming to rest on the back of the leather-covered bench, Joe’s face looming above hers as their open mouths mashed together.

Sam was watching them, his expression unchanged, then he half-turned and his left hand drifted onto Julie’s thigh, just above her knee, just below where her short dress ended.

I sat, tensely, my heart thudding. I should say something – stop this – but, until Julie protested, how could I? Or was that just an excuse? It was only a kiss, after all – not much more than she and Sam had exchanged, earlier on ……

Julie placed her hand on Joe’s shoulder and pushed, gently, and their mouths separated. His hand remained on her shoulder, however, and he was still looking down into her face. Apparently unconcerned, and unflustered, Julie looked back up at him, smiling. Her breathing was a little heavy, though, and I fancied her eyes had that slightly unfocussed look I had come to recognise as a sure sign of arousal in her.

“Whoa,” she whispered, breathily. “Steady, Joe – remember I’m an old married woman, now.”

“I hadn’t forgotten,” he replied. “A lot of things have changed now, haven’t they?”

Then Julie’s eyes widened as Joe’s hand slid down from her shoulder and deliberately cupped her left breast. She stared down at it, momentarily lost for words.

“For a start,” Joe said, “these have got a bit bigger – they feel a bit heavier than they used to.”

I saw his knuckles whiten as he squeezed it, gently, then Julie grabbed his hand and pulled it away, struggling back up to a sitting position.

“No, Joe,” she breathed. “No – you can’t – you mustn’t. Not – not in front of James ……”

Joe grinned at her, then at me. I couldn’t reply – I was still reeling from the surge of desire I had experienced at the sight of Joe’s hand feeling Julie’s breast, and I couldn’t stop my eyes dropping to where Sam’s hand was slowly caressing her tanned thigh.

“So,” murmured Joe. “It’d be OK if James wasn’t here, would it?”

“No!” Julie protested – but her eyes dropped to where Sam was stroking her thigh, and she sighed a little. “No ……” she said, a second time, but her tone lacked the vehemence of her first denial, and I saw her shiver slightly as his fingers slid under the hem of her dress ……

“I don’t see him complaining,” remarked Joe. His hand was now running up and down Julie’s bare arm, just brushing it lightly with his fingertips. I knew I should say something, but Julie was calling the shots and I held my tongue, my heart thumping like a trip-hammer.

Julie didn’t even look at me. Her eyes were cast downwards, watching the two slowly caressing hands, and, as we both watched, Joe slid his hand away from her arm, onto her stomach, then onto the underside of her right breast.

“Oh, Joe,” she murmured. “You mustn’t – you can’t …… feel me up …… in front of my husband ……”

As she spoke, Sam, too, raised his hand to fondle her other breast, and her eyelids fluttered, and her head sank back onto the back of the bench.

“Oh, Sam,” she whispered, now. “You can’t feel my tits in front of my husband – it isn’t right ……”

But both her hands were free, and she didn’t lift them, to protect herself. Both men were now openly playing with Julie’s breasts, and I could see her body reacting, moving sinuously with pleasure as her nipples were stimulated into erection. She seemed unaware that Joe was working on the buttons at the front of her dress until it was open down to her waist and, between them, they pulled it open and squeezed her tits through her lacy light-blue bra.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Oh …… please …… just my tits, then. It’s OK – you can feel my tits – but no more – please. Make it just like before – just my tits – you know how I enjoyed you playing with my tits – before ……”

And, now – now she had given in, and set the parameters – Julie arched her back and her hands went up behind her. I watched, transfixed, as the tautness of the skimpy material supporting her beautiful breasts slackened and, working in concert, Joe and Sam eased the twin cups upwards, over the firm quivering flesh ……

Julie’s naked tits fell into their eager, waiting hands. I had never seen her nipples so hard – or so dark. Blood-engorged, they reared up from the centre of her globes ……

“Kiss them,” she demanded, her voice low and hoarse with desire. “You know how I love having them kissed – especially both at the same time – Oh, Jesus!! Oh, God!!!”

As they bent their heads to encircle her rigid nipples with their mouths, Julie’s head writhed from side to side and her hands came up, clutching the backs of their heads, pushing them onto her naked breasts.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Oh, how I’ve missed that …… oooooohhhhhh ……”

Her voice trailed away unintelligibly as she was lifted to a higher plane of desire and fulfilment, and I tried to keep my hands away from my throbbing penis. I was gripping the edge of the table – determined not to climax until this game was played out to the full, and aware that the slightest pressure on my swollen glans would cause it to burst forth. My eyes must have been like slits as I watched my darling wife, shamelessly naked to the waist, writhing in ecstasy ……

And then her hands were pushing against their heads and her voice was alarmed – her protests renewed. Before I heard her words, I realised their cause. 

Looking over the table, I saw the bottom of her dress had been pulled up beyond the tops of her thighs. From my vantage point, I could see her sky-blue panties, a tendril or two of black pubic hair escaping from the sides, a darker, moist patch at their centre – but even more arousing was the sight of Joe and Sam’s fingers digging down between Julie’s tightly-pressed thighs, inexorably prising them apart ……

“No, boys,” she was pleading. “No! Not down there! We agreed – just my – my tits …… please …… not …… there …… not my …… my ……”

Joe lifted his head from her breast. I could see her nipple, wet, shiny and swollen.

“Jeanette’s not here tonight, girl,” he grunted, his voice thick with passion. As he spoke, I saw Julie’s resistance weaken, then disappear, as her thighs suddenly relaxed, and parted, slightly.

“Oh, Joe,” she muttered, in tones of awed horror. “You can’t – not both of you - you …… oooooohhhhhh!!!!!!”

Her body jerked in a sudden spasm and I watched in petrified fascination as Sam’s finger pushed inside the leg of Julie’s panties – and disappeared! 

“Ooooooohhhhhhh!!!!!!!” cried Julie again. “Oh, God – you’re fingering me – just like you did to Jeanette ……”

“But you’re better, Julie!” It was Sam who spoke, now. “You’re tighter, and wetter, and hairier ……” His voice was deep with desire. “We always wanted to feel your cunt – in the old days – but …… well …… we’re not complete bastards, and Jeanette was always there …… and willing ……”

I could see Julie pushing herself against him – against the invading finger. She was gasping, almost sobbing ……

“…… but …… but ……” she moaned “ …… it didn’t stop there …… you always – you – both of you – you …… you fucked Jeanette …… on the table …… she used to come home and tell me …… about how you …… both …… fucked her ……”

Her dress was now completely unbuttoned and wide open, and Joe had hold of her panties. He began to pull them down her thighs. Her dark pubic cluster became exposed, and Joe chuckled thickly.

“Oh, god,” breathed Julie. “You’re going to fuck me, aren’t you? You are, aren’t you? You’re going to spread my legs on the table, in front of my husband, and fuck me ……”

Sam and Joe had her panties down to her knees. I could see Julie’s spread vagina, clearly, over the table – then I saw her right hand swoop down and finger her clitoris.

She was still speaking, almost to herself. “You’re going to do it to me, on the table – in front of James – both of you – you’re going to fuck me - fuck my cunt, one after another ……”




Just For Old Times



Then her eyes suddenly focussed on me.

“Oh, James,” she moaned, her voice thick, her words emerging with difficulty. “James, please let me fuck them – please don’t stop them, will you? Please – just this once – just for me ……”

The look on Sam’s face was only too clear. There was no way I was going to stop this, even if I wanted to. He gave me one glance, full of warning, and, while his eyes still held mine, left his brother to pull Julie’s panties over her ankles and drop them on the floor while he slid his index and middle fingers deep into Julie’s wide-open vulva ……

Her gasp, as his fingers delved deep inside her, was practically a scream, and she snapped her thighs shut to trap his fingers inside her, jerking forward on the seat, practically bent over double.  Her naked breasts tumbled forward and her two lovers squeezed them, hard ……

“Oh, Jesus,” she groaned. “I don’t believe you’re doing this – feeling my tits and fingering my cunt in front of my husband ……” 

Sam pushed her back against the seat and his mouth closed over her swollen tit again, while Joe dropped to the floor and knelt between Julie’s legs, his hands parting her thighs, his tongue darting to the top of her gaping vulva. She shrieked, and arched her back, as the tip of his tongue slid over her sensitive clitoris ......

Sam suddenly stood up and kicked off his shoes. He dropped his jeans to the floor. His cock was erect, thin and long. I was reminded of a rapier, and I had a sudden vision of Julie being skewered by it, her legs spread wide, her mouth open and gasping ecstatically. He would penetrate her to a depth I knew I had never reached and the thought was hugely erotic to me – how would she describe it to me, later?

Sam kicked his jeans aside and his right hand fondled his hard thin cock as his left closed on his brother’s shoulder, pulling his head from between Julie’s spread thighs. Joe shuffled backwards obediently and Sam stood between my wife’s legs, looking down at her naked, quivering body.

Julie looked up and saw his cock, and his heavy dangling balls. Her tongue ran round her lips, and she groaned in sumptuous anticipation.

She reached out a hand towards his cock, and I knew, suddenly, that it was time to go. I didn’t need to see the final ‘coup de grace’ – Julie would tell me all about it. 

I pushed myself to my feet. Joe turned his head and nodded at me. 

“We’ll get her home,” he said. “We can’t stop long. We’ll drop her off in about an hour.”

He turned back to watch his brother. As I undid the latch on the pub door, I turned for one last look.

Julie’s eyes were fixed on Sam’s face, her fingers round his knob, guiding it towards her widespread, glistening vulva. I hesitated for two seconds – just long enough to watch it disappear inside her, to see her eyes widen as it pushed deeper inside her than I ever had, and to hear the first shuddering sounds of her drawn-out gasp of sybaritic pleasure ..............

The night air was cool, but my erect cock stayed rigid and hot as I strode up the coast road – already I was anticipating Julie’s description of what was happening at this moment, and I could scarcely contain my excitement ..................

(Please let me know what you think - I've been 'out of action' for 6 months and I've missed the e-mail comments.)



Just For Once



"Just for once," Sonya said very quietly, "just...you know...let go a bit...just for once be..."

A slut like you? Rachel kept the thought in her mind, she loved her best friend, but had always been amazed by how...well, how easy she was. It seemed as if Sonya could read her mind or something.

"Well," Sonya went on, and there was almost a hint of annoyance on her voice, "when was the last time you had a really good fuck?" Rachel jumped a bit and looked nervously around the crowded cocktail lounge. A usual Saturday night here, Sonya had said, women their age and older, men the same age, plus a sprinkling of men in their early twenties by the look of them, out cruising for sexually hungry housewives-like herself. 

Rachel thought about Sonya's question though. At thirty-three, not all that long divorced, when was the last time she had had...

"You know," she said, with the impish grin on her beautiful face that so endeared people to her, "I honestly have to say I'm not sure that I've ever had a really good...you know...what you said." And she giggled, to hide her nervousness at being so open about something she considered so private, and also at her fear that those at the tables around them could hear what they were talking about.

Sonya let out an exasperated little laugh at Rachel's avoidance of what, in her opinion, was a great word, and an even better activity.

"Ok then. Well, when was the last time you had any sort of fuck at all?" Sonya persisted. She was worried that her best friend had become far too withdrawn since her divorce. "And your own fingers don't count," she added, and laughed.

Rachel blushed. 

"Well, um, not since the divorce... maybe a few months before that," only it hadn't been sex at all, she thought, she had offered herself to him in a desperate attempt to maybe salvage what was left of the marriage, but he had just humped her, with no concern for her at all, and then he had gone back outside and drunk beer. And maybe, she had to admit to herself, it had always been like that. There never had been any of the wild, uncontrollable passion that Sonya so often talked about. No, just the lying there, trying to be suitably responsive, trying to enjoy it, but really just the lying there.

"But that's over a year," and Sonya almost yelled it, and hugged her across the table, and felt genuinely sorry for her. "That's just not good for you." And she finished her drink, not sure now what to say. She was just rising to go and get them both another drink-she was determined to get Rachel drunk enough to lose some inhibitions, to want to fuck, even if it had to be with Sonya herself. And Sonya had to admit again that fucking her best friend was something she had so wanted to do for such a long time.

But just as she stood, a tall, very well dressed man in a suit approached her and said hello.

"Why hi Ben, how are you?" and her memories of her last encounter with Ben momentarily put Rachel right out of her mind.

"I'm fine thank you. How are you?" and then as an afterthought, "hello." He said this to Rachel, off-handed, not wanting her there. He too had strong memories of the night he had spent with Sonya, a night he wanted repeated. "Would you like to dance?" he asked Sonya, and led her to the dance floor without waiting for her answer.

Rachel sat there looking somewhat stunned for a moment. Sonya had told her about this Ben person, so she knew she would now be just in the way for the rest of the evening. Sonya was like that, after their dance the two would come back and sit with her, but Rachel knew that she herself would feel uncomfortable, embarrassed that she sat there partnerless while they politely passed the time until they felt they had been polite long enough, and would leave to go to Ben's place, where Sonya would spend the rest of the weekend. So she decided to finish her drink then excuse herself, it was nearly nine anyway, she could say she had a headache or something. She sipped her drink again, and became aware of someone standing beside the table.

"Hello," a kind voice said, "I hope you don't mind, but I noticed you had been left by yourself, and was wondering if maybe you'd like to dance." And he laughed softly, to cover any awkwardness over the reference to her being left alone.

Rachel looked up. She saw a man about her age, about five feet ten inches tall, slim and fit looking, with collar-length brown hair, blue eyes, a face that was appealing but not billboard handsome, just a nice face, with eyes that smiled, a mouth that hinted that it was used to saying kind things. He was dressed in expensive looking black slacks, a blue shirt and jacket.

He saw a woman in her early thirties, he guessed a couple of inches shorter than himself, slim and fit looking, someone used to material comfort, thick light brown hair that was loose, half way down her back, green eyes, and a mouth that hinted at sadness and disappointment. She was very pretty, a slightly narrowish sort of face with a cute chin, high cheek bones, clear skin. In fact, he thought she was quite beautiful. Despite the tinge of sadness in them, there was a glistening in her eyes. She was dressed in dark blue slacks, he could see that, and a pale blue, almost lavender blouse, the lines of a similar coloured bra just noticeable under it. He did notice these things, these were things he always noticed, even when he was in situations where he knew he shouldn't. He also noticed that the fall of the blouse hinted at breasts that were the size he liked, not large, smallish and tempting. He tried not to think of this as he waited for her answer, he did not want her to think he was sleazy or anything, even if he did notice these things.

What the hell, Rachel thought, why not.

"Sure," she said, standing up, and smiling at him.

He led her on to the dance floor, the small band was playing a slow song, which meant physical contact of course, and she was pleased that he was the complete gentleman about it. He kept an appropriate distance between their bodies, his right hand stayed on her back, well clear of the belt of her slacks, his left hand in hers felt firm and not all sweaty and yucky like so many hands she had held. Her hand felt soft in his, and he liked the soft touch of her other hand on his waist.

She introduced herself just as Rachel, he told her his name was Lucas, he was pleased there were no rings on her fingers, in fact her whole appearance told him-understated class- he didn't bother telling her what he did for a living, until she asked, when they had sat back down again. This had taken a few minutes, Sonya had disappeared with her Ben, and Rachel didn't really want them joining her and this new man anyway. So they had moved to the bar, where they perched on the stools, and, after he had insisted on buying her a drink-she noticed he was not drinking alcohol, and liked that, so she just asked for a lemon squash too-she had asked him what he did for a living, just as conversation, because she liked him, and did not want things to get awkwardly silent.

At the question, he laughed that kind. soft laugh again.

Well," he said, "A lot of people find this odd, or not quite right, but I actually gamble for a living, horses mostly." He waited for her reaction. 

"And are you any good at it?" she asked, and laughed too, to make sure he understood she did not disapprove. She thought it was probably the most exotic thing she had ever heard. Lucas coughed politely.

"Actually, yeah I am," and he laughed again, to cover up any possibility that he may have sounded as if he were boasting, because that was something he just didn't do. "Well, good enough to live comfortably off it anyway." Again the self-effacing laugh. In fact he was very, very good at it, good enough that now it was just a hobby, he had made enough over the last ten years to ensure that he could live very comfortably, and never have to work again. "Beats working in an office, or behind a counter, or driving a truck." Laughed again. "All of which I have done by the way. Good jobs, but at least this way I am my own boss, and the hours are very good." In fact normally this time on a Saturday night he would be at the trots, but he had done so well that afternoon-just two very good bets-that he had decided to stay away. The big money bookies liked him, he respected that they had to make a living too, and he was careful never to push the boundaries, he wasn't a greedy person, not anymore, that was a part of his life he had left behind, when he had stopped working "normally". Maybe later, after this bar closed, he might go to the casino. He hadn't decided yet. But anyway, Rachel was turning out to be such good company that he didn't need to think about what else to do.

Rachel thought he was wonderful company. She had never actually met a man quite like him before. Not once had a hand gone to her knee while they sat talking at the bar, not once when they had gone for another dance had he changed where he put his hands, he had not taken the third or fourth or even fifth dance as an excuse to move that right hand any lower. He was an attentive listener, listened as she explained that this was the weekend her two children spent with their father, she wondered why she had given this little hint that she was alone that night, she was grateful that there was no sign of his eyes lighting up at this vague suggestion of a possible opportunity. Because as far as she was concerned there was no opportunity, she had only just met him. But as the evening went on, she did start to hope that he would ask if there were any chance they could meet again. That was a definite yes, in her mind. Anything else, certainly tonight anyway, was a definite no.

Very soon it was eleven, the bar would be closing in an hour, but she had decided that she would be going now. At Sonya's insistence, she had agreed to come here by taxi, her friend believing that she could get her too drunk to drive home, in fact hoping that Rachel would end up spending the night somewhere else anyway. She felt a little awkward explaining that she had to go and call a taxi, to beat the pub-closing rush on them. What made her feel more awkward was the realization that she wanted him to kiss her-that was all-and that would not be possible.

"Oh no, please, let me drive you home," he insisted, no need to ridiculously explain that his intentions were perfectly honourable. In her eyes, he had already done that.

Her heart leapt at the offer. It would give more chance to talk, more time for him to ask her to dinner or something, she was hoping. And of course, the opportunity to kiss, it seemed so, so long since she had been kissed nicely.

"Well, thank you," she almost sputtered, "but are you sure it won't be too far out of your way?" She felt a bit silly at that, because she lived quite close by.

"No of course not," he replied, and they walked from the bar to the car-park, she noted that he had not used it as an excuse to put his arm around her waist, or hold her hand. In a way, she wished he had held her hand, she thought of taking his, but did not want to spoil things by giving any perhaps false signals.

Lucas for his part would have liked to take her hand as they walked to the car, but he sensed her...fragility...that was the word for it. He definitely intended to ask her to dinner, he had long ago made up his mind on that.

Rachel smiled to herself as Lucas opened the door of the car for her, as he waited while she got herself properly in, as he did not try looking down the top of her blouse as she sat, as he did not let his eyes stray to her thighs in the just above the hip style slacks. Definitely a kiss, she smiled to herself, a nice long gentle kiss. She hoped.

The drive through the leafy well-to-do suburb was not a long one, they chatted about nothing, until she directed him to a driveway, across which was a large gate, which she opened with the use of a little remote. Lucas drove through the gate, and pulled up the car just before the large garage door. Rachel noticed he did not turn the engine off. She felt an odd sense of panic, he was not assuming anything except that she would get out of the car and she would go inside, that was plain. She realised straight away that his politeness would extend even to this often awkward part of an evening. She could not remember the last time she had felt like this, her modesty and fear of rejection held her back from initiating a kiss, but she badly wanted to, and the more she thought about it, the more the want for that kiss increased. She thought of a ploy to keep him here just a little longer, to encourage him to believe that a kiss was more than just possible.

"Would it be all right if I had another cigarette?" she asked, she wasn't a regular smoker, but enjoyed one or two occasionally.

"Of course," Lucas replied. He wanted to kiss her, but was afraid that someone as fragile as she seemed might scare. "I'll turn the engine off." And the way he said it made it sound like he was asking her permission, which he was.

"Sure," Rachel said, as she inhaled on the cigarette, it did nothing to calm her at all. They talked on for that short time that the cigarettes lasted, it was obvious to them both that neither wanted to part just yet, they could both feel a tension growing in the car, until finally Rachel decided that she had been brazen enough, she reached her hand on to his, which was resting on the floor shift, and just held it there for a second as she said, "Well, I guess I better go, thank you for a wonderful evening, I haven't enjoyed myself so much in such a long time..."talking too fast, she knew, but she had to give these hints and she glanced down at her hand on his, thinking that was probably the most forward thing she had ever done in her life, and Lucas glanced down at her hand as well, registering the soft warmth of her palm on the back of his hand, and he said, "I had a wonderful time too," paused for a moment, "I was wondering...would you like to go out to dinner sometime, or...maybe even lunch tomorrow," it would be Sunday and he knew a great seafood place that had excellent Sunday lunches.

Rachel was almost ashamed of the way her heart skipped when he asked her that, and she answered softly, shyly, "Why, lunch tomorrow would be wonderful..." she trailed off, the kids weren't due back until just before dinner time. Their eyes met now, and there is always that moment, especially on a first encounter, when the meeting of the eyes says yes or no. In this case the eyes were in complete agreement, and Rachel, glad she had released the seat-belt when the car first stopped, leant a little towards Lucas, and their lips met, just touching for a moment, just a kiss, Rachel told herself, there is nothing wrong with that.

Lucas knew better than to pressure her, and he let his lips rest on hers, this close she smelt as beautiful as she looked, and her eyes were closed and she appreciated that his lips were closed too, but now that was not enough, and she opened hers, and he recognized the invitation and his lips opened and gently his tongue slid across her lips, and brushed her teeth, and then the tip of his tongue was in her mouth, just a little bit, and her tongue found his, and the two tips introduced themselves to each other, and Rachel felt a strange, long unfamiliar surge through her body, and she pressed her tongue past his into his mouth, and his tongue answered and entered deeper into her mouth, and she took her hand from his and put it around his upper back, and now her tongue flicked around his tongue, exploring him, and Lucas responded, his tongue licking at her teeth, at the insides of her cheeks, now her tongue was doing things she had had no intention of letting it do, but it was wonderful, and he sensed a slight change in her breathing and her breath, and pressed his lips closer onto hers, locking their mouths together, she had beautiful breath and his tongue moved firmly and slowly and gently around her mouth, exploring all the little corners, sliding across her tongue, as she licked and flicked inside his mouth, and her tongue sought deep into the back of his mouth, and his tongue pressed towards the back of her mouth and he sensed the almost desperation with which her mouth clung to his, and her tongue almost seemed to be seeking refuge deep in his mouth, each using their tongues to discover and learn what it could about the other person. Rachel's arm around his back was almost gripping at him, and this was so good, and she could not recall the last time she had enjoyed a kiss like this, and he was a wonderful kisser, and she took a breath but did not want to let this kiss end just yet.

Lucas felt the arousal in his body, told himself to be patient, put his left arm around her, his hand resting on the middle of her back, through the fabric of the blouse he sensed the strap of her bra, let his fingers just rest there, he wanted her-badly now-but knew the rewards of patience, and his tongue rested for a second, just enjoying the intimacy of the kiss.

Ok, Rachel decided, boobs, he can feel my boobs if he wants, that would be ok, and she was bewildered a little by the realization that she wanted him to do that, but there was no denying the trembling in her belly, and the soft, small tingling she was starting to feel deeper down, and her tongue pressed deeper into his mouth again as she moved a little, the floor-shift was kind of in the way, but she managed to at least give the impression of being closer to him as her fingertips stroked at the back of his neck, and he must have been aware of the closeness of her breasts to his chest, and she sensed his hand moving on her back, and she waited expectantly for it to move to her front, she wanted him to do that very much.

His hand was moving, but not in the way she was wanting and half-expecting. Instead, Lucas began moving his fingertips firmly up and down Rachel's spine, pressing softly at each little ridge, all the way to the top of her neck, then back again, down her spine, middle finger on each little bump, as other fingertips massaged into her back, he felt her tremble slightly, fingertips brushed over the strap of the bra, oh please, she moaned inwardly, please undo it, but no, his fingers continued down her back, massaging and tickling at her back through the thin fabric of the blouse. The kiss broke off, and Rachel pressed her face into Lucas's neck, he could feel her breath hot on his neck, and his fingers moved again up her back, slowly, fingertips massaging along her spine, then back down again, and he decided to take a chance, there was something he wanted to do for her.

When Rachel had moved closer to him, leant more to press her face into his shoulder, the hem of her blouse had come free from her slacks, his fingers had sensed the bare skin there, and also that there was now a small gap between the band of the slacks and the skin of her lower back, so close there to the top of what he had observed all evening to be a very nice bum.

Gently he let his fingers continue their little dance down her back, down to the end of the blouse, then his fingers moved slowly onto her back, he placed his hand on her lower back under the blouse, her skin felt beautiful, warm, Rachel trembled a little at the feel of his hand on her back there, she let out a little sigh, and he knew it was all right, she looked up at him and smiled, and then she moved herself up a bit, their lips met again, again her tongue entered his mouth, and his tongue embraced hers, and they kissed deeply again.

By moving as she had, Lucas's hand had slid lower down her back, his little finger was now actually inside her slacks, and the tip of it could feel the brushing of the fabric of her undies as she moved. Very slowly, very gently, but also very firmly, his other fingers began massaging and kneading and pressing and stroking at Rachel's lower back, his thumb pressing into the flesh on one side of her spine, his middle finger tickling at her lower vertebra, his little finger scratching at the fabric of her undies, going a little past just the elastic band of them, just sensing the hint of the top of the crack of her bum, his little finger inside the undies now just that little bit. Rachel trembled again, she could feel a building deep in her belly, what was he doing to her.




Just For Once



Lucas pressed his tongue deeper into Rachel's mouth, and at the same time changed the angle of his hand, all his fingers now pointing down, his middle finger in that sensitive little inverted triangle at the base of her spine, he let it tickle and massage back and forth, at the end of each stroke it teased into the beginning of the crack of her bum, Rachel trembled more often now, his other fingers continued their rubbing and tickling and soft scratching on her lower back as Lucas increased the pressure of his middle finger, never going any lower into that pretty cleft, but pressing deeper into the flesh, his tongue pressing at the sides of her mouth, flicking at her teeth, playing with her tongue as again Rachel's breathing changed.

Rachel could feel a new sensation building in her, very softly and very quietly, the movements of his fingers on her back teasing and exciting the muscles and nerves in her back, involuntarily she squeezed her thighs together, sighed again, trembled again, Lucas's middle finger pressing right at her tail bone, inside the intimacy of her undies.

Something was happening to her, and she knew what it was, and she wanted it to happen, but also didn't want it to, what would he think, she didn't care , now his middle finger was moving a tiny bit further into her crack, pressing deeper it seemed into her flesh, Lucas felt the tremble of her body against his, his thumb massaged a little deeper into her back, and the kiss grew more frantic somehow, and Rachel was clutching at him.

Rachel tried to move closer to him, wanting more contact now, she no longer wished to control it, and suddenly there it was, small but powerful none the less. She let out a little gasp, felt the tiny surge all through her body, she gasped again, and her head fell against Lucas's shoulder. She had had an orgasm, a tiny one to be sure, but an orgasm none the less, and it had been beautiful, and the first one she had had with another person in-she didn't know how many years. She looked up into Lucas's face, and she could see from his eyes that he knew what had happened, she could see he was happy for her. His hand stayed still on her back now, he was trying to communicate that he was content with that, that he expected nothing more that evening, that he was content with the warmth of the skin of her back, the soft fabric of the undies against his skin, the sweet warmth of the flesh of her bum, most of all content with knowing that he had helped her feel good.

But Rachel had made a decision, a decision that even half an hour ago she would have considered unthinkable.

"Would," she whispered, she had such a beautiful soft voice, "would you like to come inside for a while?" And she sensed the double meaning, and didn't care. Something had begun to be unlocked.

"Are you sure?" he asked very softly.

"Very," she said, and broke away from him, and got out of the car, and stood there shaking at her own temerity, and waited for him. 

This was far more than Lucas had expected or anticipated, and he knew that Rachel was stepping out of herself. Without any further comment, he got of the car and locked it, followed her to the front door, felt a slight annoyance at the erection that had appeared in anticipation of this invitation, hoped that it wasn't just because perhaps a couch would be a more comfortable place to cuddle than the front seat of his car, didn't mind if that was what it was, but happy knowing that the first steps had been taken, and sooner or later he would be in bed with this beautiful woman, even if it wasn't tonight.

Rachel unlocked the front door, very conscious that it wasn't just her legs that were trembling. Lucas followed her into the entry hall of what could only be described as an opulent two-storey house, the kind of house someone buys or builds when they want the world to know that financially they have made it. Rachel didn't particularly like the house, to her it was far too big and showy, but it was a term of the divorce that the kids be brought up in it. Once they were adults, she would be free to sell it. She turned and locked the door behind them, then turned to face him, her hands playing with the buttons on his shirt, they were close to each other, and he put his hands lightly on her waist, aware of the tiny millimetres that separated them.

"Before, um..." and her voice was trembling, there were no what-on-earth-am-I-doing thoughts in her mind, but she was scaring herself, and felt she had to say something, she didn't want this nice man having the wrong impression of her. "I haven't had...um...sex for over a year, I just need you to know that...I'm not a..." he wouldn't let her finish though, what she was doing was way out of character, he knew that, and to silence her he placed his lips on hers, his tongue cut off any more words she may have been going to add, and she knew from the kiss, the gentle kindness of it, that he understood. She wanted to let go, she had, in a way, in the car. She pulled her face back a centimetre from his, and insisted on adding, "But just for now let's pretend I am," and she giggled to hide her embarrassment, and took his hand in hers, and led him up a very wide staircase, along a landing, and into a beautiful bedroom, a bedroom that obviously was now the bedroom of a woman, no man scents or articles or anything else there to be noticed, or to take away from the delicate femininity of the room. She turned on the bedside lamp, its soft glow enhancing the feminine intimacy of the room.

Before any doubts could set in, though she had to admit they were far, far at the back of her mind now, being locked away by the surges of desire that were washing through her body, Rachel sat on the bed, and started removing her shoes. Now Lucas had long felt that the worst enemy of spontaneous sex was shoes, and he always wore ones that just slipped off. So he stayed standing by the bed, slipped the shoes off, looked down at Rachel, past her face to the hint of cleavage revealed by the way she was leaning forward to get her own shoes off. It suggested firm, smallish breasts, and the excitement in his groin intensified a little more. He was determined to make this wonderful for her, to ensure that all her memories of this little adventure into what she considered slutdom would be wonderful memories, knew that any more queries about whether or not she was sure about this would be offensive.

He sat on the bed beside her, as she started to undo the buttons of her blouse.

"May I?" he whispered, and in reply she shifted instead to unbuttoning his shirt, pleased that at least now her fingers weren't trembling, they looked into each other's eyes, down to the buttons and back again, he smiled reassuringly and so did she. 

Rachel pushed his shirt back off his shoulders, aware that only one button remained on her blouse, he stopped for a moment and let her push the shirt off his arms, he had a nice chest and stomach she thought, the summer's tan still clinging on, he wasn't body-builder built or anything, just nice. Rachel could not resist leaning and kissing the middle of his chest, as Lucas's fingers returned to that last button, he felt her tongue flick at one of his nipples and now his arousal was complete, she sat back to let him ease her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, she looked into her eyes and gave a very slight nod as his arms went around her back and he unhooked her bra, she let him slide that off her arms as well, and her fingers fondled at his chest as his eyes took in her breasts, beautiful breasts only very lightly affected by the mothering of her children, he said nothing, but instead bent his head and his mouth closed over her right breast, his tongue flicked so, so lightly at the erect nipple, his lips caressed the skin of first one breast then the other, he felt her quiver slightly and a soft moan whispered from her lips, her hands now were at his belt, there was no way he was going to disguise the arousal evident there.

Rachel was pleased with herself that she didn't fumble at all at his belt, had no trouble unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks, so close to her fingers was his erection, as a finger brushed it through his jocks she felt a tiny surge of wetness deep between her thighs and she trembled again, his tongue and lips felt so good on her breasts, she moved her hands and unbuckled her belt.

At this Lucas lifted his head from the beautiful scent and feel and taste of her breasts, put one hand on hers, holding them still, just her hands and two thin layers of fabric separated his hand from the beauty within her thighs, he kissed her softly, and again whispered, "May I?" and Rachel sighed and nodded and wanted to thank him, and she lifted her hands, and was a little surprised when Lucas slid off the bed, then she saw what he was intending, and another little rush of moistness seemed to explode between her thighs, she parted them, and Lucas knelt between them

Rachel lifted her pretty bum from the bed as Lucas gently tugged at her slacks, slid them down to her knees, leaving the pretty, hipster style, pale yellow panties covering her, as he moved aside and she raised her legs to help him get her slacks off. Before he could stop her, as he stood for a moment, she reached out and pushed his slacks and jocks down off his hips, pushed them down and they fell to his ankles, and there just centimetres from her face was only the fifth cock she had ever seen up close like this, for the first time ever she thought it was beautiful, and wanted to put her mouth to it, something she had never liked.

Lucas put his hands on her shoulders, guiding her back, she understood, felt a twinge of disappointment, not sure if it was at not getting to taste his cock, or at the thought that burst into her mind that from now it was going to be like all the other times, and she would be there on the bed on her back, part of what was happening, but totally forgotten by the other participant. She angrily pushed that thought away, it was not going to be like that, she hoped.

At his guidance, she stood off the bed and pulled down the covers and blankets, and while she did this Lucas hugged her from behind, kissing at the back of her neck, cupping her breasts, and through the thinness of her undies she felt the hardness of his cock against her bum. They stayed like that for a moment as his fingertips scratched so, so softly at the skin of her breasts, she quivered some more at the sensitiveness and gentleness of it, Lucas felt Rachel press her arse back against his cock, he whispered into her ear, and she broke away softly and lay down on the bed, still not sure why he hadn't yet taken her undies off, but trusting that he would continue to help her feel as good as she did now.

For a moment Lucas stood beside the bed, looking down at Rachel. She was lying there with her legs slightly apart, the hipster panties tight over her mound, her breasts rising and falling and her eyes darting from his, to his cock, and back again. He looked long at her belly, the way it fell away to what lay hidden under the yellow undies, the two little valleys at her hips that sloped away, signposts. Rachel reached out, and her fingers curled around his cock, she was more than ready for it, and she loved the way it felt so warm and hard in her hand. She stroked, slowly.

Lucas knelt onto the bed, beside her, and put his hands to the band of her panties. Now he moaned softly as Rachel's fingers tightened a little on his cock, as she lifted her arse so he could slide the yellow undies down over her thighs, she lifted her legs high and he took them off over her feet, and dropped them on the floor behind him. She giggled. Lucas looked now at the trimmed, thick dark brown curls that covered her mound, at the tip of that triangle the erectness of her clit displayed her arousal, and on his knees he shuffled lower down the bed. When he put his hands under her knees, Rachel realised what it was he intended to do, and a thrill of delight and wonder and anticipation rushed through her whole body, she opened her legs, revealing herself fully to him, and moaned softly again as Lucas bent his head between her thighs. His eyes took in the beauty they could see there between this beautiful woman's thighs, the warmth of the dark curls, the little clit standing, waiting for caresses, the slit sloping away down between her legs, the inner lips just slightly parted now, expectantly.

Lucas nuzzled at the mound of delicate little curls, inhaling the scent of them, his right hand at the top of her thigh, thumb now very softly teasing at the lips of her entrance, his lips plucked playfully at some of the little hairs, then slid lower, his mouth opened and his tongue flicked at her clit, slid down the moistness of her slit, then back up to her clit, his thumb still pressing, but not entering.

When his tongue touched her clit, Rachel gasped and clutched at the sheet, this had not been done for her for so many years, the ex refusing to after a while, almost as if he knew that, because she enjoyed it so much, he could punish her by refusing it. Rachel well knew that Sonya wanted to do this to her, and she had often, over the past twelve months, considered how to suggest to Sonya that perhaps they could try it. But always she had been too afraid to.

None of this entered her mind now though. All that was in her mind were the growing senses that something really nice was happening, a growing tension, a calmness of expectations about to be fulfilled.

Lucas's thumb moved from Rachel's entrance to her clit, pressed on it in firm little circles, as his tongue stroked up and down her slit, sliding from her clit, through her inner lips to her entrance, poking teasingly at that, but not entering, flicking at the delicate little patch of skin above her arsehole, occasionally she even felt the tongue flicker at the very edge of her arsehole itself, for minutes and minutes Lucas's tongue slid and pressed deeper into the folds of her crease, his thumb circling firmer and firmer on her clit, his left hand was under her arse, cupping and clutching one cheek, almost painfully but Rachel didn't mind, she loved it and was plucking and gripping now at her nipples, moaning repeatedly. Lucas's tongue now slid and pressed faster and faster as Rachel's slit was getting wetter and wetter, he could sense the tightening of her thighs by his head, she smelt beautiful, the strong cunt smell of her rising deeper into his brain, the taste of her on his tongue wonderful.

Lucas pressed the fingertips of his left hand into the crack of her arse and at the same time his nose stroked down her slit and he pressed his nose into her entrance, inhaling deeply, loving the woman smell of her, his tongue entered her just a little, his thumb pushed against her clit, Rachel's back arched, and she pressed down against his face and against his thumb, and squeezed her thighs against his head, and dug her fingers into her breasts and let out a gasp and another one, and Lucas felt her thighs fall away, and he licked at the lips of her cunt, and the scent of her orgasm was deep in his nose, and strong on his tongue, and he knelt up, and smiled at her, she smiled back, then gasped again as two fingers softly, gently, firmly entered her, and he felt the warm wet slickness of the inside of her on his fingers, and they found the rough little patch in the wall of her cunt, and tickled and teased at it for a minute, as Rachel arched her back again, pressed herself down against his fingers, one hand reached out and clutched his cock, it was hot and hard and she wanted it inside her. She let it go, and reached out for his arm, and he moved his knees up between her legs, and now she could feel his cock at the top of her thigh, and she reached up with both hands and pulled him down on top of her, their lips met, she opened her mouth and his tongue flicked into it, found hers and pressed at it, she tasted the scent of herself on his tongue, her whole body quivered at it, he tasted her breath, it was the thick, hot warm breath of orgasm and he inhaled deeply, wanting every scent and taste of her to be a part of his memory for ever. In the glazing of her eyes there was pleading, and she could feel his cock hard against her mound, and her hand moved down, and he lifted his hips a little, and Rachel's hand closed around his cock and guided it to her entrance, and their tongues fucked at each other as Rachel felt the tip of his cock against her entrance, and he pressed a little and her hand went to the back of his neck as he pressed the full length of his cock into her, he felt her cunt closing around his cock, warm and wet and silky, and Rachel felt his cock filling her, felt her entrance even being stretched a little, and he was fully inside her, and raised himself up, resting his weight on his hands as his hips moved, slow, each thrust the full depth into her, shaft rubbing across her clit as he moved, and she pushed herself back at his cock, and they looked at each other, and her hips moved in unison with his, as his cock thrust into her deep and deep. Lucas bent his head, his mouth closed over her left breast, not caressing it this time, but sucking at it, teeth suggesting biting, sucking hard at it, as if trying to take the whole beautiful sex-scented tit into the back of his throat, his hips thrust harder now, as he fucked into her and Rachel fucked him back, her hips lunging back at him, her moans turned to groans which turned to grunts, her legs flailed, clutching at his, then opening, wanting to draw all of him inside her body, "Oh fuck, fuck me," she groaned, and now she loved that word, and he thrust into her, feeling the pressure building up inside him, the heat rising in the depths of his cock, meeting her hips with every thrust, little spurts now and then spattering from her cunt out onto his balls and thighs. Rachel's eyes were closed, her chest flushed as he lifted his head from her tit, arched his back and looked down at her, she moaned loudly and her face lit up and the feel of his cock pounding into her now, his thighs slapping hers, his balls bouncing, bouncing off her arse, she tightened in all her body and let out a loud moan and an "oh fuckkkkk" and then, as she felt the hot burst of his come erupt into her body, she tightened and clutched at him, clutched at him with her arms and legs and he felt how tightly her cunt clutched at his cock and all her insides exploded and her brain went somewhere else, and she collapsed back flat on the bed, convinced she had just had the greatest orgasm in the history of the universe.

"Fuck," she sighed, and almost struggled to breathe as she spoke, and she put her arms up and pulled his face to hers, and their lips and tongues met, and he let his cock slip from her, and kissed her deeply, loving again the hot thick sex scent of her breath, and he gently moved off her, and lay on his side next to her, very close, and Rachel could feel the hot stickiness of his cock against her thigh, and his right hand reached to her mound, and she quivered, and he kissed her again, and put his left arm under her neck, holding her close to him.

"That was amazing," he said very softly.

"Oh...yeah," was all she could say, "thank you so much." And in response he playfully slapped her flank with his right hand, before resting it back on her belly.

"Shouldn't say thank you," he said, just this thing he had.

But she desperately wanted to thank him, she had never felt like this, her body was still gently trembling and waves rolled softly and softly through her. "But how can I thank you, then?" And again he sensed her fragility.

"No need to," he said, "but lunch tomorrow would be nice...and then..." and he laughed softly, and Rachel knew what he meant and couldn't think of anything better than a whole weekend with him.




Just For Once



"Lunch would be great," she said, and then whatever it was that had been unlocking within her unlocked, and she dared to say, "how about breakfast, would you like to stay for breakfast too?" and she giggled as a defence against the possibility of rejection.

"Breakfast would be great," Lucas said, and kissed her again, and everything was tender as it should be, and she snuggled closer to him, and moved onto her side and her leg went over his and he could feel the moistness of her cunt against his thigh. Then he had a thought about her neighbours. "Would it be ok to put my car in your garage?" he asked, and her heart warmed to him even more as she realised what he was getting at.

"Sure," she said. Lucas got off the bed, after giving her a little kiss, and took his keys from his pants on the floor. Then he stood there, Rachel got up too, but as she went to get her bathrobe, Lucas took her hand and said, "No, let's do it like this." Rachel looked at his nakedness, his hardening cock, felt a little driplet fall from inside her onto her thigh, looked down at her own nakedness, and laughed. 

"Why not," she laughed again, and let him lead her by the hand, naked both of them, down the stairs, through the hallway, and out the front door. She resisted a twinge of panic as she walked naked with him across to the car. Right now she really didn't want to care if anyone could see them.

When they got to the car, which they did quickly because it had started to rain, Lucas unlocked it, hugged her to him, she could feel the full hardness of his cock against her belly, he could feel the trembling anticipation of her body against his.

"When was the last time you were fucked in the back seat of a car?" he whispered, and Rachel felt the little surgings again.

"I never have...yet," she giggled, and opened the back door, and threw herself on her back onto the back seat.



Just For One Night



She walked into his room wearing a tight blood-red cut-off top, a cropped black jacket, a short red and black plaid skirt and stripped lace leggings. She wore black laced up boots with snow white laces. Her black hair fell over her shoulders as she tilted her head to one side, staring at him with her dark green eyes.

"Vince." she said in monotonous voice.

The man sitting on the motel bed smiled wryly. He was shirtless, his black t-shirt discarded on a chair to the right of the dresser. He wore close-fitting black jeans, but they were pushed to his thigh, his hands rubbing his semi-hard cock. His arms were nicely muscled, and there were tribal tattoos on his arms. 

"Melanie. I've been waiting," he said. 

"So I see," Melanie responded. "Come on, let's get this over with," she said, closing the door behind her. She heard the soft click of the lock as the door automatically locked, and she pulled the key card from her pocket and laid it on a shelf behind the door. She took off her boots and placed it next a pair of black sneakers. 

As she walked in, Melanie shrugged off her jacket and left them on the floor. Vince stood up and removed his pants fully, kicking them aside. He stood naked before Melanie, staring down at her face with his dark brown eyes. 

"I hope you don't mind honey, but I'm gonna tie you up soon," he murmured softly. Melanie shrugged and put her wrists together in front of him. 

"Do whatever you want to me. Tonight, and only tonight, my body is yours," Melanie proclaimed. Vince kissed her softly at first, putting his hands on her slim waist, rubbing her skin gently. His touch gave Melanie the shivers. His touch was so soft and gently, brushing on her skin like a feather. She pressed her mouth harder against his, her tongue trashing out to find his. She threw her arms around his neck and gently ran her fingers through his tousled black hair. He pressed his body to hers, his cock nudging into her stomach. Vince broke the kiss and pushed her shirt up over her head, letting loose a pair of firm, D-cup breasts. 

Vince murmured contently, squeezing her soft flesh, his fingers rubbing and twisting her dark nipples. Melanie moaned and looked down as Vince placed his tongue on her right nipple, flicking the swollen bud quickly. 

"Oooh that feels so good," she whispered, staring at the top of his head as he wrapped his mouth around her breast, lapping and swirling at it with his tongue. His fingers played with her left nipple, twisting and pulling it like a button. He pulled his mouth away and looked at the wet breast, it's tip pink from his hard sucking. He put his mouth on her left breast and did the same. 

When Vince was done with Melanie's breasts, he went to the bed and pulled out a cord of nylon rope from underneath his pillow. 

"Turn around sweetie," he demanded gently, uncoiling the black rope. Melanie turned obediently and put her hands behind her back. Vince wrapped the rope around her wrist, then wound it tightly up her forearm until her elbows were just inches from bumping. Melanie was forced to stand up straight to accommodate the discomfort, jutting out her breasts in the process. Vince went ahead and slid her skirt down, along with her tights. He licked his lips as his face came in close contact with her firm, round ass. He couldn't resist giving it a smack. Melanie cried out in surprise. 

"Now, I'm going to put a blindfold on you," Vince said, going ahead and wrapping a thick cloth around Melanie's head. When he was done, he took Melanie by her nipples and pulled her to the bed. He pulled her leg together and tied them at the ankles. 

Vince took out a professional camera from the nightstand drawer and placed it on a small tripod. He said on the edge of the bed and turned it on, pointing it at him and Melanie. 

"Now slut, the fun will begin. Get down from the bed and get on your knees," he said loudly. Melanie scooted over to the edge and lowered herself slowly to the floor. When she was on her knees, Vince took her by her hair and guided her head over to his seven-inch cock, his free hand rubbing to get it hard. 

"Come on now slut, open you mouth," Vince directed. Melanie opened her mouth and Vince put his cock in her mouth, then let it go to let Melanie do her thing. 

Melanie bobbed her head on his shaft, her tongue lapping at the length. Since her hands were bound behind her, she took care not to let his cock slip from her mouth. She slowly moved her mouth deeper and deeper, careful not to gag. Soon she had his whole dick in her mouth, her lips brushing the base as blew. 

Vince moaned and buried his hand in her hair, grasping the strands and pushing her to go faster. Melanie bobbed her head up and down quickly, her tongue swishing around his shaft. 

"Oh yeah slut, that's it. That's my little whore," he moaned, humping his hips against her mouth. "Oh yeah. I'm about to cum baby, make sure you swallow it all up," he said, looking directly at the camera. He grunted, shooting his load into Melanie's waiting mouth. The girl swallowed quickly, for another spurt shot into her mouth. She let some cum trickle down his penis, then licked it clean, slowly and deliberately. Vince shuddered and moaned. 

"Nice touch there baby. Now get on the bed," he said. While Melanie squirmed onto the bed face-down, Vince adjusted the camera so it would record their whole bodies. He climbed into bed with Melanie, kneeling behind her. He lifted her ass up so she was kneeling. His thumbs fumbled for the entrance of her pussy, spreading it apart to look at the glistening pink flesh. 

"Mm, delicious," he muttered, putting his face to her sex, his tongue darting in and out, teasing Melanie. 

Melanie moaned, pushing her ass at him, begging for him to lick her right. Vince laughed and pulled his mouth away. He poised his cock at the entrance of her cunt, all wet and dripping. In one fast motion, he thrust his long shaft in, pushing until his whole cock was buried in the warm tightness of her pussy. 

Melanie groaned at the sudden fullness, and started to whimper when Vince pounded away at her fast and hard. Her cheek was pressed against the bed, and she could feel the vibrations of her fucker's strength. Her nipples brushed against the bedsheets ever so gently, adding to the climbing pleasure. 

As Vince pounded away, he leaned over and grabbed Melanie's breasts, yanking on them to pulled her onto his cock. He squeezed the quivering flesh tightly, leaving red marks on the pale skin. Melanie found this insanely pleasurable, and she could barely breath as she felt herself nearing an orgasm. 

"Vince, Vince, oh baby I'm going to come," Melanie whimpered, her voice raspy. She was panting hard, her thigh muscles taut as she pushed back against Vince's thrusts so she could feel his prick slamming the cervix. Melanie buried her face into the bed as she came, her body shaking and her pussy clamping down on his dick, her juices flowing from her vagina. 

"Oh that's right baby, cum for me," Vince muttered, slamming into her convulsing pussy. He was moments from coming, but he wanted to wait for the right time. Just as he felt Melanie's climax was subsiding, he slammed into her one last time and buried his thick shaft into her pussy, shooting loads of semen into her womb. Vincent knew that she was on the pill. He asked beforehand. 

The sensation of his cum shooting into her pussy made Melanie reach yet another climax, this one shorter and less powerful than the last, but all the same satisfying. Vince was breathing hard as he felt his dick soften inside her pussy, and when he pulled it out, a long trail of both their juices followed. He moved over in front of Melanie and held his cock to her face. 

"Clean it up, whore," he ordered. She did, and gladly lapped up both their juices. 

Vince went over to the camera and turned it off, storing it back into the drawer. He untied her blindfold and ropes, letting Melanie a moment to stretch herself before climbing on top of her, kissing her feverishly. 

"This night ain't over yet, baby," he whispered. 

"Mmhmm," she smiled, spreading her legs. 

For tonight only, she would submit to him and be his. Just this one night, with no friends or families or realities of life. She would lose herself in him, just for one night.



Just for Practice



There is no underage sex. Nothing actually happens in this story. The setting is the party for the main characters' 18th birthdays. The narrator admits she is a virgin (and has not even kissed another person). Her friend is believed to be a virgin, and the reference to "exaggerated stories" told by that friend suggests the friend will not remain a virgin long, not that she necessarily has had any sort of relations in the past. 



Hazel eyes, verging on green.

Abby stared into them, trying not to be obvious about it, but the lips below curved into a sly smile, and she blushed. Those eyes twinkled, showing more than a hint of suppressed deviltry, and one set of lashes slowly lowered as Corina winked at her.

It was too much, and Abby closed her eyes, blanking out the cakes and their friends and the world. She needed to collect her wits; how did Corina do it?

They were the best of friends, unlikely as it might seem. Had they met later, perhaps they wouldn't have bonded, but the preschoolers who discovered they shared the exact same birthday were too young to know how dissimilar their temperaments would become. The teenagers they were now were too close to care.

On the face of it, they were of a kind. Corina was dark-haired and olive-skinned, while Abby had blonde hair and pale blue eyes. But both were tall, for girls, and willowy in a way that drew second glances from boys who saw them. The physical similarities were accentuated by the unwritten code that dictated they and their friends all wear the same types of clothing. Indeed, their two families had noticed a tendency for the girls' wardrobes to oscillate slowly back and forth between the two households.

Internally, they could not have been more different. Not in intelligence, not in attraction to the boys that circled them, not in obedience to their elders, but in spontaneity. Where Abby often felt crushed by the attention focused on her, it seemed to lift up the extroverted Corina; the blonde couldn't understand how the brunette did it.

Abby opened her eyes on the party. She and Corina were eighteen years old, and they were surrounded by friends of both sexes, temporarily freed from the burden -- or support, depending on how one looked at it -- of parental supervision.

Because the two girls were always together, it wasn't possible, strictly speaking, to be a friend of one and not the other. However, if Abby were to make a hypothetical distinction, she was confident nearly all of the teens around them were Corina's friends -- hers only by association. The only person she knew she could depend on looked back at her from the other side of the twin birthday cakes.

What was Corina's secret? Abby wondered for perhaps the millionth time. It wasn't hotness; they'd looked in mirrors more than once and agreed (objectively) they were equally well-equipped to tease boys, although the analysis was strictly academic. Both girls were far more interested in studying the attractions of Justin Bieber (maybe just a little too young) and Justin Timberlake (probably a little too old).

Not that it made any difference in the real world. If they ever did meet one of the Justins, Abby knew Corina would be the one to score an autograph or maybe even a kiss, and Abby would be the one with the shy half-wave standing in the background.

She didn't come from a broken household, didn't have abusive parents or siblings, or any dark memories from her childhood. Maybe it was just DNA that made her an introvert and Corina so outgoing.

It hadn't really bothered Abby until recently. She always had Corina, who knew her as well as she knew herself. The vivacious brunette was always ready to round up a few acquaintances for any occasion that demanded them -- such as an eighteenth birthday party. But Abby had started thinking about the future, and it looked a little less sunny.

She'd be headed to college in the fall. Of course Corina was going to State too, but Abby had started to think it was time to grow up. She was lukewarm on the idea of having a boyfriend, but the idea of starting college without having been on a date or kissed a boy seemed... lame. What would happen if she met the man who was supposed to be the love of her life and was too shy to say, "Hi?"

It wasn't a problem Corina would have. Abby was pretty sure her friend was still a virgin, but if even half of her deliciously scandalous stories were true, chances of that lasting past their first freshman semester were slim. Abby didn't think that Corina was a slut, but she was envious of her friend's casual interactions.

Abby's eyes slid sideways to where Scott was sitting next to Corina; he was the boy of the month. A few minutes earlier, he'd made a teasing allusion to getting both Abby and Corina in bed together. They'd all shrieked with laughter, and laughed even harder after hearing Abby's bitingly clever retort. Everybody knew it wasn't serious.

If Scott had approached Abby in the hallway and asked if she wanted to see a movie, her mouth and brain would have been frozen solid. Most of the time, Corina would step in and cover for her. It was embarrassing.

The blonde looked into her friend's eyes again. They'd talked about it, of course. Corina had even tried setting her up -- twice -- but both times, it had been a total disaster. For some reason, just the thought of intimacy with a boy -- and not even physical intimacy! -- was beyond Abby's ability to process.

She just needed a test run, a little warm-up to break the ice and get herself over the mental block that had bedeviled her for so long. One kiss, just for practice, and she'd know it could be done and be past that awkward first time. Abby knew it couldn't be a boy; that would be totally uncool, not to mention totally embarrassing. There was only one logical candidate.

Corina's lips looked full and glossy. Not exactly inviting, no matter what Katy Perry said. But she wouldn't give Abby shit about it, or not too much, anyway, and she'd understand. It wouldn't get around school that they were lezzies. The only remaining problem was that Abby just couldn't work up the nerve to do it.

At least she wasn't running in circles and gibbering, just thinking about it. There was no way she could just run up and plant one on her friend, but even asking was hard. Abby had tried, more than once, but she'd locked up every time. She couldn't go on putting it off forever!

Now just might be her chance. Abby smiled at Corina and looked down at the cake in front of her, topped by a single candle in the shape of the number "18." The thought was lame, but maybe it would be the mental push she needed. She already had everything else she wanted, anyway.

Abby closed her eyes and wished. She wasn't demanding or unrealistic or egotistical. Only a single kiss, the matter of a minute, to help her get to the life she wanted to live. She wished to kiss Corina, to feel what it was like, to learn how to do it properly, and build her confidence.

The blonde tried to picture it in her mind. It couldn't be just a peck on the cheek, but they didn't have to embrace. Well, maybe a bit of an embrace; otherwise, what would she do with her arms? Abby imagined their arms circling each other, but not pulling too hard. Maybe she should run a hand through Corina's hair?

She'd have to use some tongue. The boys would expect it, and she didn't want to seem clumsy. How did you stick your tongue in somebody else's mouth while they were doing the same to you? The girls in Abby's mental construct obediently parted their lips like in the movies, tongues obviously probing even if she couldn't see what they were doing.

Abby imagined she'd keep her eyes closed, like the heroine, but then changed her mind. Maybe later, but for that all-important first time, she wanted them open. That way she could see what Corina was doing, and emulate it. They'd stare into each other's eyes, seeing the passion simmering in their partner's soul.

Well, in some boy's soul. The idea of Corina crushing on her was laughable, and a little icky. It would be nice if Corina told her she was a good kisser; that would be enough. A single kiss, just for practice. It was a silly wish, a crutch for her shaky self-confidence.

The blonde opened her eyes, pursed her lips, and blew. The flame atop the candle flickered and went out, leaving a tiny wisp of smoke. Abby had seen some of their friends whispering and smiling, so she reached out and pinched the wick between a pair of fingers before it could relight.

Scott laughed out loud; Corina's eyes grew as large as saucers, and she blinked rapidly.

Abby almost panicked. She prayed her face hadn't been too transparent; what if Corina thought Abby was attracted to her that way? It would be horrible! No; it had to be something else. Abby needed to believe that or she'd never get the courage to ask for the kiss. She smiled nervously at Corina, trying to ignore the lump in her stomach.

Corina smiled back at her, and then quickly blew out the candle topping her own cake. Following Abby's lead, the brunette crushed out the smoldering wick before it could relight and steal away her wish. She looked up at Abby.

Hazel eyes, verging on green.

Abby could feel herself falling into those eyes. Suddenly she didn't feel nervous about kissing Corina at all. In fact, she was looking forward to it.

Really looking forward to it. Abby wondered what Corina had wished for. The way her friend kept looking at her was making Abby wet. One kiss, just for practice. After that... maybe they could practice other things together.

Corina blew her a kiss. Oh, definitely. Abby didn't know why she'd worried about it. She blew a kiss back in return. They'd be so hot together, she could hardly wait.




Just For Some Comfort



Dear You,

I know you didn't want to hear from me ever again – no more contact, you said - but here I am. I didn't believe you, you see. I think you do want to hear from me. I think you're suffering from guilt. So was I, at first; for the first couple of weeks, actually. But the guilt has gone now. I enjoyed what happened and you enjoyed it, too. I know that. So why the guilt? You needed comforting and I was there to offer that comfort. You might not want me to do this, but let me remind you of what happened.

You had just had Peggy, your little dog, put to sleep and you were crying. You rushed to me for a hug as soon as I walked in the door and I gave you a kiss on the cheek. You pulled back from me slightly, still in my arms, your eyes red-rimmed from crying and I kissed you on the lips. Just a peck, and just to give you comfort, as I said. The peck turned into a proper kiss as you leaned back into me and pushed your mouth hard against mine. I never thought about it. Didn't consider the possible consequences of what we were doing. I should have realised that nothing would ever be the same between us again. I responded and pushed my tongue into your open mouth. Our tongues twisted together, our mouths moved against each other and I could feel your hips grinding against mine. I felt myself hardening and tried to pull my lower body away from you but you would have none of it, pulling me harder against you.

When the kiss ended, we just looked at each other, neither of us saying a word. Then you took my hand and we went into the sitting room. I must have been in a state of shock. This was about the last thing I expected. Sure you're a good-looking woman; beautiful even: slender, yet with a great figure and very shapely legs. A little prim and proper, that's for sure – I've never heard even the mildest profanity from you - and not one to dress even remotely provocatively. Your skirts and dresses are always knee-length or, at most an inch above the knee and your necklines never show the merest hint of cleavage. You wear your light brown hair shoulder-length and your make-up is always conservative. I guess all these things are the outward signs of twenty-eight years of married respectability.

The sun was streaming through the glass patio doors as we sat side by side on the sofa, you on my right. You crossed your legs, looking demure, like any respectable housewife. I put my right arm round you and drew you close and we kissed again. Your skirt had ridden up to show a glimpse of thigh sheathed in dark pantyhose. Your arms came round me again, your hands in my hair, your fingers digging into the back of my neck. I put my left hand on your right breast. You whimpered and I took my hand away, thinking I'd gone too far, but you took that hand and put it back on your breast, pushing it harder against the mound. I took the hint and pushed harder still, rotating the palm of my hand against the firm mound. Your lips left mine and the kiss that I thought would last forever was broken. You threw your head back, your eyes closed, your mouth open. Your chin was wet with saliva. I kept my hand where it was, still pushing, still rotating. I'd never felt so hard in my life. I kissed your throat. You moaned and I kissed lower, to where the top button of your blouse was undone. Then you sat up, moved my hand away. I thought you'd had enough. That we really had gone too far. But then you unbuttoned the rest of the buttons so that I could kiss lower and so that my hand would have easier access to your breast.

I stroked and squeezed you through your bra and for some reason the feel of the lacy pattern under my hand made my arousal almost unbearable. You helped my pull your blouse off your shoulders, your fingers frantically scrabbling to pull it free from the waistband of your skirt. And then there you were in your pink lacy bra, leaning back on the sofa, smiling at me, your arms out to me. Oddly, it seems to me now, your lovely slender legs were still crossed, though your skirt had ridden further up. I went into your arms, held you against me, feeling the heat of your breasts through the material of your bra and the cotton of my t-shirt. You reached back and unclipped the bra yourself, freeing your lovely breasts. And they are lovely; a slight droop after having a child twenty-five years ago, but still wonderfully firm and yet soft, the nipples large and thrusting out at me as I bent forward to take first one and then the other in my mouth.

Again, you moaned but this time I knew it was from pleasure. I pulled my t-shirt off and felt you crush your breasts against me. Now I could really feel the heat of your arousal, your nipples jutting hard against my chest. I kissed the side of your neck, nibbling a little as you your fingers kneaded my shoulders, your nails digging at my skin. I took my hand from your right breast and buried my face in your soft white throat. You tilted your head back and whimpered as I kissed and licked, and then you squirmed as my hand went to your leg, to the hem of your skirt.

Gently, very gently, I stroked upwards, using my fingers to tease the sensitive area on the back of your thigh. You uncrossed you legs. Or, rather, you lifted your right knee and turned to me, almost sagging against me as your leg draped itself over me thighs. Your leg was now off the sofa and I stroked upwards again, to the very top of your thigh. You turned your body even more, encouraging me to be bolder, to cup your right buttock in my hand and squeeze it and knead it – to enjoy that part of your body as much as I had enjoyed your breasts. Gently, but firmly, I pushed you back upright, allowing my hand to stroke across the front of your thighs as I did so. I rubbed your lower belly and then let my hand roam lower. You spread your thighs slightly and my hand went to your crotch. You opened your legs wide and thrust yourself against my hand, your breath coming in panting gasps and whimpers.

"Mmm, yes, please, please, please do that!" You said.

I obliged and stroked your mound through your pantyhose and tights. Your hips went up and down and then your legs closed, trapping my hand. I kept stroking with my fingers – my hand was held immovable by your legs. 

"Open your legs," I commanded you. And you did, spreading them wide again. I took my hand from between your legs.

"Don't stop," you begged. "Please don't stop. I love being rubbed there!" I decided to play a game. I was so aroused, so hard that I thought I would explode in my jeans, and I didn't want that!

"Where do you like being rubbed?" I asked.

"Put your hand back; put your hand back on me. Please!" You were gasping.

"Where do you want to my hand?"

"Between my legs. On me!"

"What do you want my hand on?" I asked you.

"On my thing!"

"What is your thing?" I was getting into it now.

"My doo-dah!"

I raised my eyebrows. "What the hell is a doo-dah?"

"You know what it is." I put my hand back to her crotch, patted it once, and stroked it once.

"Do you mean here?"

"Yes yes yes!" I took my hand away. I had to; I was getting close to explosion again.

"Don't tease me," you said. "Please don't tease me."

I was stroking the inside of your thigh now, tantalisingly close to where you wanted my hand to be. Tell me what it's called," I told you."

You said nothing. Once more, I took my hand away.

"Tell me what it's called," I repeated.

You paused, looking at me, your eyes half-closed, panting with lust.

"My pussy," you said, quietly.

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you," I said.

"Please put your hand on my pussy." Your voice was louder now, firmer. "Rub my pussy, please!"

I put my hand on your pussy and gave you what you wanted. You gasped and groaned and whimpered, jerked around on the sofa like a landed fish.

When I took my hand off your pussy the next time, it was to hook my fingers into the waistband of your panty hose and start pulling them down. When you felt me doing that, you pulled your skirt up to you waist and raised your bottom to make it easier for me. As I pulled them off your feet, I looked up, between your legs. Your panties had come a little way down and I could see black crinkly pubic hair peeking over the waistband. I reached up and pulled you panties down, too. Once they were off, I had a view straight between your legs. And what a view it was! You'd trimmed your pubic hair to your panty line but the rest was largely untouched. But your pussy..! Ahh, what a sight! The lips were thick and serrated, purplish and they had parted so that I could see the moist pinkness of your channel beyond them. Did I say moist? You were soaking. I'm no virgin. I've been with my share of women. But I've never seen a woman has aroused as you were that day on the sofa.

I reached out and touched those lovely lips with the fingertips of my right hand. You quivered as though you'd had an electric shock. The tremor seemed to start between your legs and ripple outwards. I pushed against you and allowed my middle finger to slip into you. God, you were hot and wet, and you had that wonderful smell… sort of ozone mixed with perspiration. But clean. Wholesome. Your knees flexed and you gave a long groan.

"Oh, God, yes," you said. "Ooh…mmm…aah! Put two fingers in me!"

I did as you asked, and then removed them so that I could climb back onto the sofa next to you. I didn't think I could last much longer and from your reactions I knew you couldn't. But I put my right arm round you and pushed my left hand between you legs, coating your pubic hair with your wetness. My hand was soaked.

And then you pushed away from me. You put your hand on my throbbing cock, looking at me as you did so, your tongue poking through your lips as though you were concentrating very hard. You rubbed me through my jeans and it was almost more than I could bear! Then you unzipped my fly, allowing my cock to spring free. You mouth made an O as you stared at it and then curled you fingers around it, slowly and gently pulling my foreskin back. I gritted my teeth and hung on. My cock isn't that big; not as big as the cocks you can see in porn movies. But you were obviously impressed.

"Take them off," you said. Your voice was quiet, husky, and thick with desire. So I stood and took off the rest of my clothes so that I was standing naked before you. My pulse made my cock bounce up and down and there was a drop of moisture on its tip.

Then you stood up, unzipped you skirt and let it fall to the floor so that you, too, were nude. You lay lengthways on the sofa, your legs splayed as wide as possible, your right leg thrown over the sofa's back, your left leg bent at the knee. You held your arms out to me.

"Please," you said. "Please come and fuck me." I almost came on the spot. I'd never heard you say anything remotely like that. I'd never even heard you talk about sex and here you were asking me to fuck you!

"I haven't got a condom," I said, but you smiled and shook your head.

"Doesn't matter. I've been sterilized."

"Suppose he comes back?"

"He won't. He's away all this week. That's why I called you."

I kneeled between you legs and guided my cock to the entrance to your vagina. I rubbed its head against you flaps then leaned forward, taking my weight on my left arm. I slid the tip of my cock into you, feeling your cunt muscles gripping me. I hesitated, catching my breath, regaining control, resisting the urge to plunge into you and pound away until I came. You whimpered, then said, "Please, darling. Please put it all the way in."

Then I did push into you, as slowly as I could, an inch at a time. And then I was all the way in. Our pubic hair mashed together. I paused and then, as slowly as I could, I pulled out until just the tip of my cock was in you. Your muscled worked on me, trying to hold me in you. Then I moved forward again, until I could feel my balls resting against your hot flesh. Then out again. In again. Out again, picking up the pace, going faster until I was pounding you. 

God, you were tight and hot and wet. I couldn't believe that a woman who'd been married all those years and had given birth could be so tight. 

Do you remember the way I thrust into you? The way your breasts bounced and the way our bellies slapped together? Do remember the things you said?

"Ooh, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Harder! Fuck your cock up me! Oh, my cunt's loving it! Mmmm..!"

And then I came, uncontrollably. I thought it was coming from the depth of my soul. You wrapped your legs around my hips and your arms hugged me as you felt me spasm. Then you came, too, squealing and grunting and gasping. I felt hot wetness pour out of you and wash across my groin. Sweat drenched us both as we clung to each other. I'd never cum like that in my life. And you told me that you hadn't either. I believed you. My half-limp cock popped out of you, covered with a mix of my cum and your wetness. When we'd got our breath back, I disengaged myself from your arms. Your legs no longer gripped my hips. I pushed myself to my knees and then off the sofa to stand looking down at you. You were still sprawled on the sofa, your legs wide apart, your breasts and nipples still flushed and swollen with passion. Between your legs, your hair was matted and your cunt lips were puffy and swollen as a trickle of my cum began to leak from you. You were smiling. I put my hands out to you. You took them and I helped you to your feet and we hugged again, running our hands over each others' bodies, kissing each others' faces with small, eager kisses: lips, faces, eyes… 

We gathered up our clothes and went upstairs. We showered together and went to your bed, where we made love again, slept a little and then made love again. 

So why, after all that, did you say you never want to hear from me again? Was it that bad? I didn't force you. You didn't force me. We're both adults and you know I love you. I can't accept that we will never have any contact ever again. You love me as much as I love you.

Think about things. I want to hold you in my arms again and I know that's what you want, too.

I'll wait for you.

Your loving son,

Rob.



Just for the Night



You are laying on your stomach, on the king-sized bed in my hotel room. We are BS'ing and having a couple of brews while the radio plays in the background. I am laying on my side next to you, my head resting on my hand. My hand is beginning to hurt from the way I am leaning. I lay with my head on my arm instead. I look at you and wonder what it would be like to feel your lips on mine. Just as I am thinking it - you ask me what I am thinking. I say nothing ... but you know I'm lying ... the seven shades of red clearly give me away. You ask again and I tell you. You look at me with disbelief. I can see the question in my mind before you ask it. Without warning, I lean up and kiss you softly and whisper "because I want to feel it". You lean down and kiss my lips then pull back and smile. 

I look into your eyes, needing confirmation before I dare do anything else. I test it by kissing you again. Only this time I slide my tongue over my lips and yours to play with your tongue. Your free hand moves to the side of my face and caresses it. I kiss you deeply, with hunger, as I run my fingertips up your side. We both pull back and look at each other. I smile, move away and get up from the bed ... but only to put my beer on the table. You turn onto your back and place your beer on the night-stand. 

I move back on to the bed ... crawling towards you on my knees. I lean over and kiss you again as i straddle your lap. I pull back from you, sitting up while tracing circles around your bellybutton through your T-shirt. I lean in again, my hands sliding up your chest, kissing your lips gently, making my way to nibble on your neck, then you're earlobe. I start to purr in your ear as I slowly grind against you. You can feel my hard nipples against your chest. I sit up slowly, working my hands down to your bellybutton again. My hands slide under your T-shirt, moving back up your chest, towards your nipples, pulling your shirt up with them. I kiss your stomach, moving my way up as I look into your eyes. I circle each of your nipples with my fingertips then begin to slide your shirt further up. You pull your arms from it and as you slip it over your head, my tongue circles your nipple. Your hands move to my sides. Wanting to make it even, they slide my shirt up. The feel of your fingertips on my body sends a shiver directly to my clit. I kiss my way up to your shoulder, over to your neck, and up to your ear again. Once there, I whisper how much I want to feel your hands all over my body and feel you deep inside of me. I give a small nibble before sitting back up again, making it easier for you to slide my shirt over my head. 

I reach back and begin to unhook my bra as your hands caress my breasts. My back arches at your touch. You slide your fingers down to my waist and unbutton my jeans. I slowly slide my bra strap down my arm followed by the other. Holding my bra up with just my arms, I ask you to tell me what you want. With hardly a sound you tell me you want everything I want to give. I let my bra fall away from my breasts and play with my nipples. I begin to grind against you again. You are so hard against me; I cannot wait to have you inside me. I lean over you, my nipples grazing your chest making them harder and kiss you. My fingers unbutton and unzip your jeans. 

Slowly, I move down your legs and kiss a trail from your lips back down to your bellybutton. I circle your bellybutton with my tongue again then move further along ... to the waistband of your boxers. I nibble on you over your boxers, making my way to the hardness I was feeling just moments before, while my fingertips trace over your stomach. I begin to nibble on and trace your hard cock through your boxers very gently. I slide my tongue through the opening for a quick lick then sit up again. I move back further, my hands hook into the waistband of your boxers and jeans. As I stand, I slowly pull both over your hips. You raise your ass to help me get them off completely. 

With them on the floor, I move between your legs and crawl back on to the bed between them. I nibble on the inside of your thighs making my way to your hard cock, wanting the precum sitting on the tip. I kiss each of your balls, and then slide my tongue from them, up your shaft, to the tip. My tongue darts over your hole and scoops up the precum. I moan at the taste, knowing I will be getting so much more. I slide my tongue over the head slowly, then down to the rim, circling just under the rim. My tongue leads me back to the tip and slowly I take the head in my mouth. Your cock feels like velvet as it passes over my lips. I moan as I begin to suck just the head into my mouth, my lips sliding back and forth over the rim. Your hand finds its way into my hair and I moan again as you begin to move your hips. 

Inch by inch, I move my mouth down the length of your shaft, sucking and licking my way down, My hand begins to massage your balls. Slowly I make my way back to the tip of your cock. My other hand encloses your shaft as I lick the head, sliding up and down but in a circular motion. My tongue makes its way back down your shaft to your balls. First I lick them, then take one in my mouth and suck it gently. Then I move to the other while stroking your hard cock. My tongue slides under your balls to that spot right between them and your asshole, then back to your balls. I slide my tongue over and under each of them, licking, kissing and sucking the base of your cock as well.

As I am about to make my way back up your shaft, I look up at your face to see you watching everything I am doing. I lock my eyes with yours and slide my tongue up your shaft, nibble a little, kiss a little until I am at the top. My tongue flicks over the rim and sweeps over the tip. Still looking into your eyes, I slide the head of your cock in my mouth and suck it slow but tight. Little by little I take more of you into my mouth, never losing your eyes. My hand goes back to massaging your balls as I make my way down your shaft. Without warning, I take all of you in my mouth. I move my way back up to the tip slowly, then devour your cock in one motion. I love the way the head of your cock feels against the back of my throat. I swallow as if sucking the head. I continue alternating between being slow and soft and hard and hungry. I want to feel you deep inside my wet pussy, but i can't bring myself to stop sucking on you. I reach my hand down inside my jeans and slide my fingers inside me and moan. Bringing them back out, dripping, I stroke your cock and flick a tongue over my fingers. Loving the taste of my pussy on my fingers, I take all of you back into my mouth. Nothing tastes better then pussy on a cock. Now all I can think of as my mouth is full of your cock, is how my pussy is aching for you. 

Pulling myself away from you, I stand up and begin to push my jeans and panties down my hips. You sit up, with a leg on each side of me, licking and sucking on my nipples and push my clothes to the floor for me. My hands go to the back of your head and pull you closer to me. My back arches. Your tongue flickers over my nipple then you nibble on it. I pull your head away from my tit only to slide my tongue deep into your mouth. You can feel how hungry I am for you. For your tongue in my mouth, your hands on my body, your breath on my skin. I bite your lower lip then bring a finger to our lips. I had been sliding a finger inside my pussy while your tongue slid in my mouth. We both begin to lick and suck on my finger. You moan into my mouth. I whisper into your mouth to please fuck me. 

You stand up and turn my back towards the bed. You kiss me again, then push me on to my back. I laugh reach up to your arms, and pull you on top of me. We smile at each other. I lean up and kiss your lips gently, sliding my tongue into your mouth as I feel your hand slide over my stomach and down to my pussy. You are so hard against me. I spread my legs wide for you. You fingertips tease me, touching every part of me without touching me at all. I start to moan and purr into your mouth. I move my hand over my stomach to my clit. Just as I am about to slide my fingertip over my clit, you stop me, stop kissing me and tell me no. Just as I am about to protest, your fingertip flicks over my clit. A shiver goes through my body at the initial touch. 

You start to bite on my neck as your finger slides over my clit, teasing my hole. I am so wet and so hot, my clit is rock hard and all I can think about is you inside me. I beg you please to fuck me but you continue to tease me. You slide a finger into my pussy. You can feel how hot I am. I pull your finger out of me and bring it to my mouth and suck it. You move it back down to my pussy but I stop you and tell you to fuck me hard and to fuck me doggy style. You kiss me one more time then tell me to turn over. 

I get on my hands and knees in front of you. Your glide your fingertips up my back and into my hair as you position your cock at my wet hole. With one motion, your plunge your hard cock deep into my pussy and pull my hair back. I moan loudly as you fill my pussy. I reach under and play with my clit as you fuck me harder and harder. I beg you to fuck me deeper. Your balls slap against my clit as you pound me. Then you ease your pace, moving in and out of me slowly. You drive me wild. I beg you to please fuck me hard. You lean over and whisper in my ear, no. You get slower and slower. I reach under and play with my clit, begging you to fuck me harder. You pull out of me almost completely, then inch by inch you move inside me. I try to move back but you move with me. You reach under with your free hand and pinch my clit. I moan your name and again beg you to fuck me hard and deep.

You continue to tease my pussy. Then, without warning, you bury your cock in me. Your balls slap against my clit and my head hits the headboard. I moan with extreme pleasure. You start to pound my pussy while I reach under and massage your balls. I can feel how tight they are getting and know you are going to cum soon. I start to rub my clit. I want to cum all over your hard cock before you cum. I pinch my nipples and arch my back as you fuck me deep and pull my head back by my hair. I rub my clit again and cum hard all over your hard cock. I cum so much, I can feel my cum on your balls. You pull my head back hard as you growl you are going to cum. I moan and tell you to cum deep inside my pussy. You start to fuck me even harder then I could imagine. With a deep growl you cum deep inside my pussy. You continue to fuck me until every last drop of your cum is left in me.

We both collapse, me on my stomach, you on top of me. Neither of us wants to move. Eventually you roll over onto your back. I move on to my side. You look at me and smile. Then you put your hand on the side of my face, pull me to you and kiss me. I lay in your arms until its time for us to go.



Just for Tonight



"I'm scared I'm not going to find a guy that I love as much as I love you."

I stared at Nick, completely dumbfounded by his honesty. "You're my best friend," I replied. "I love you too. And it's comforting to know that we share the same fear." I smiled up at him, pain in his eyes mirroring my own. I held his head in my hands, and then kissed his forehead. He looked down at me and we kissed chastely on the lips, sharing a best friend moment.

I blinked, and the dynamic of our kiss changed. He kissed me again, and I opened my mouth to taste him, the remnants from his whiskey and my vodka blending in a sexy cocktail. Our tongues succeeded in mixing it together further and I didn't know what was happening but it felt amazing.

Nick's breath was hot against my ear as he shifted his body so he was laying on mine. I pressed closer to him while we kissed; I entangled my fingers in his hair and he rubbed his hands along my waist. He brazenly slid his hands up my plaid shirt and ran them along my breasts. My nipples hardened instantly and I couldn't believe the effect Nick had on me. I always found him attractive and sexy but he's gay and I never imagined we'd end up here. 

That's why I broke it off. "We can't do this," I said, brushing the hair out of my face. Those four words were the hardest thing I've ever had to say. I was on fire, and only Nick Conner could extinguish me.

"Who says we can't?" he replied, still kissing around my mouth and manipulating my nipples. In my haste to sit up, I didn't notice he had my shirt unbuttoned all the way, revealing that I was braless as usual. "You have beautiful breasts, Livi," he said, laying me down to kiss my nipples, enjoying how quickly he could make them stand out against my smooth skin. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend that Nick was straight and that we were going to carry out the act of two people in more than platonic love with each other.

He made his way back to my lips and we wasted no time getting our tongues tangled with each other. Nick tilted my head and kissed up and down my neck, and I pressed myself into him, feeling a bulge pressing against my waist. Nick's hard.... for me, I thought with a start, but I couldn't – didn't want to stop kissing him. He felt and tasted great. Nick and I tongue wrestled for minutes, and when he nipped at my neck again, a soft moan fell from my lips. I raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist. I moved my hips against him, trying to place his erection where it would do the most good. Nick tore his lips away from me, breathing heavily. "Let's get on the bed," he whispered, placing soft kisses against my face. 

"Wait," I said, trying to kiss his lips again. He relented and kissed me again, until he realized what was going to happen on the floor of the shared cabin if we didn't stop kissing each other. 

"Livi," he panted, the urgency making his breath short and hurried. "I don't want make love to you on the floor. Let's get up." He rose off the floor and pulled me up with him. In the seconds it took me to get to my feet, the reality of what we were about to do hit me. I sat at the edge of the bed and patted the space next to me. 

"Nick?" I questioned. "What are we doing?"

"I don't know, Olivia. But it feels good. Better than anything I've experienced in a long time. And I understand you're confused," he began, looking directly at me. "Because I guarantee I'm more confused than you are. I know that I'm not straight, but all I want to do right now is make love to you. I can't begin to tell you what that means."

"Do you think you're bisexual, Nick?" I asked, looking up at him for an explanation. I sat there patiently while he silently got his thoughts together. Then I quickly added, "I think maybe that you're lonely and looking for someone to hold, and you're confusing friendship for love."

He closed his eyes, wrapping his brain around my words. "I struggle with my sexuality everyday, Olivia. You know that as well as I do. I can't explain it, but the only person I've wanted to touch for so long is you, and I can't tell you what that means."

I wrung my hands together and I couldn't look at him. "I can't tell you what that means, either, Nick. We've been drinking and the alcohol is clouding our judgment. We should just sleep on it and see how we feel in the morning under the harsh light of sobriety." I stood up and went about cleaning the small alcohol bottles off the floor and dumping them into the trash.

"Okay," he agreed, getting up to turn back the bed. "Can we still share the bed?" He looked at me, hopefulness in his eyes.

"Sure," I said with a smile. "I can't deny you sleep, can I?"

Part 2 – The Morning After

I awoke to the harsh sunlight streaming through the window. It couldn't be morning already. I felt as if I'd just fallen asleep. I couldn't stop replaying the conversation that Nick and I had last night in my mind. God, I wanted to make love to him last night, I just couldn't in good faith go through with it knowing how much we'd had to drink. I wanted to believe that Nick was bisexual; but it was too tidy, too easy. I rolled over to face him and he looked like a sweet little boy. His eyes were closed and a little spittle fell from his slightly opened mouth. I reached over and wiped it from his lips. He shifted, but continued to stay sleeping.

I rolled over, closed my eyes again, and tried to trick myself into sleeping, but that was out when still-sleeping Nick threw his arm around me and snuggled into my back. I turned around to disentangle myself when Nick's eyes opened. "Morning sleepyhead," I said with a smile.

"Olivia," he whispered, and before I knew it, Nick's mouth had found mine. I received his kiss; his lips warm and inviting in the slightly chilled room. His hand reached up to grip my head, fingers tangling in my hair, holding my lips against his until I let him slip his tongue inside my mouth. 

"Come here," I whispered, and drew him on top of me, only to roll him onto his back. We kept kissing, and I pressed myself onto Nick, who struggled for breath every time my hips started riding his. I could feel his body shaking under mine, and I couldn't believe how good it felt to be with him this way. 

"God, you feel good," he said, running his hands along my body. Along with my help, he pulled my sleep shirt off my body and worked my panties past my hips, off my legs, and onto the floor. He flipped us over, bracing his masculine frame over my small, feminine frame. I trembled as Nick brushed between my legs while pulling off his pajamas bottoms and then the rest of his clothes.

"But we feel better," I said, reveling in the feel of his naked body completely stretched across mine. He ran his hands along my arms and raised them above my head; I arched my back into his mouth as he sucked on my nipples. He stretched his body forward and I could feel the smooth, thick head of his penis pulsating at the front of my opening. I couldn't believe the sensations spreading through my body between his lips on my breasts and his erection stroking my womanhood.

"You're teasing me," I panted. "Just do it."

"I'm afraid that I'm not going to last once I get inside you," Nick chuckled with a self-depreciating laugh. "I'm trying to regain my self-control."

I answered him by thrusting my hips towards his and helping him slide further inside my body. I enfolded my legs around his waist and doing my best to ride him while he was lying on top of me. "Move or do something," I pleaded. "I want to feel you. All of you."

A slow smile spread along Nick's features and he looked down at me. "I have an even better idea." He eased his pelvis off me and replaced his hard shaft with the soft touch of his fingers. "You're so wet," he whispered, penetrating me with two fingers. I arched my back, trying to meet his speed.

"That feels so good," I moaned, closing my eyes and sinking further back into the bed. He continued to stroke my body, his fingers tangling with my little blonde curls; however, he wouldn't increase the pressure, even after I raised my hips off the bed and spread my legs to give him better access. My breaths were coming in sharp gasps, and I was on the threshold; but I would be damned if he didn't let me cross it. "I don't want to play this game anymore, Nick," I said, all but begging. "Please--" 

The rest of my sentence died in my throat as Nick attacked my mouth, holding my head while he allowed his lips and tongue to work my mouth over as he saw fit. He reached down and rubbed my clit, his hands slipping and sliding along the slick and welcoming folds of my body. His name fell from my lips and I all but pleaded with him to let me come.

"Wait a minute," Nick said, getting off the bed and riffling through his suitcase. He pulled out what he was looking for and when he was sheathed in latex he climbed back in the bed with me. He nudged my legs further apart with his knee and with one hard thrust filled my entire body with his hot, hard, thick shaft. I closed my eyes and sucked in a huge breath when he penetrated me, two years of celibacy rushing back in the form of pleasurable pain. He moved his hips slowly, getting me used to being filled with a man again. 

He was big and hard, but gentle when he pushed past the entrance into my body. "I didn't know tight you were," he said through gritted teeth, amazed he could speak. "Are you okay?" he asked tenderly, stilling his hips. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Yes," I panted, gripping his ass, urging him to continue. "Just don't stop. I feel good."

He swore. "I can vouch for that." He slid his hands under my ass, pulling me up towards him with each thrust. He drove into me savagely, trying to ride me into the climax building deep inside his own body. I wanted to come; but I wanted the pleasure of staying wrapped around and being invaded by his body. I threw my head back and he kissed me on the neck, using hot, open-mouthed kisses. Heat sneaked up from my toes, through my legs, and up to my breasts and out through my mouth in a loud, sexy moan. I praised him; I praised God, and cursed Hell all in the same breath. I pulled him farther into me as I pushed my pelvis against his, rubbing my knot hard clit against him. I draped my legs around Nick, and I panted in ecstasy. "Oh, Nick," I whispered his name over and over again. "Harder. Make me scream."

"I knew you were a moaner," he panted, pounding desperately inside me. He began to grunt as he was nearing his climax. My wet, tight cavern had the tightest grip on him, and he felt like I would never let go. I cried out his name in a long, breathless groan and I wrapped my legs around Nick, trying to hold onto my orgasm and him for as long as I could. 

"Oh fuck," he panted, holding my legs open as he slammed into me. "I'm not going to last much longer." He reached up and moaned into my mouth, which was held hostage by a hot kiss. Gripping my jaw with one hand, he feverishly kissed me while he came hard inside me, tremors of a tremendous orgasm rocking his body.

He took a deep breath as he collapsed on me and began to breathe into my chest, and he could feel me moving under him. "Are you okay under there?" Nick asked with a super devilish grin.

"Well, I am short of breath," I replied, my eyes heavy with an expression of a satisfied woman. "But there is a 200 pound man lying on my chest."



Just For Tonight



As I drove through the rain all I could think of was Sarah, we had been friends since school and we were always there for each other, she was there for me two years ago when my husband walked out on me and after the phone call I had from her I felt I had to see her.

She had called me after she'd had an argument with her husband Joe, it had been a difficult time for them both, Sarah was involved in a serious car accident about eighteen months ago, she had only recently got back to being herself and had returned to work. Joe had supported her and pulled her through the worst over that bad time, Sarah had been very thankful and had appreciated what Joe had done to help her, but since the accident one aspect of her life had changed and that was the physical love between her and Joe.

Sarah had told me a couple months ago that although she still loved him she just didn't enjoy making love anymore, as though she had lost the enjoyment of sex, she thought it would have come back after she had recovered. It was upsetting her that she couldn't have that feeling she once had and she felt for Joe as well and the frustration he was feeling which was really straining their relationship.

I pulled up outside the house, it was a detached house in the corner of a cul de sac, the rain had eased as I got out of the car and made my way to the front door , I was glad the rain had nearly stopped as I was only wearing a white summer dress. It wasn't ideal wear for the weather, although when I left my house the sun was shining, oh for the British summertime. The door opened as I approached and Joe appeared in the doorway, he was just short of six feet tall, he had blue eyes and dark hair that had tints of grey at either side, he was dressed in a pair of blue shorts and a black t shirt. He was forty four years old, ten years older than Sarah and 12 years older than me, I stood and just looked at him, it was obvious that it was taking it's toll on him.

"You better come in Fran," Joe said as he moved to one side.

I gave a slight smile as I entered the house and made my way into the living room, I sat on the leather sofa and Joe came in the room and sat on the chair opposite.

"If your looking for Sarah she's not here, she's gone to her mum's for a while."

"Will she be back later?" I asked.

"I don't think so, she took some clothes with her so I think it might be a couple of days at least," Joe replied.

"Do you feel like talking about it, I'm here to listen." I said trying to offer some support.

Even though I hadn't known Joe as long as Sarah I still liked him as friend and wanted to try and help out.

"If your just going to take her side on it there's not much point," Joe answered as he slumped back in his chair.

"I'm here to help both of you, I'm not here to take sides, I will make some coffee and we can talk."

"There's some wine in the fridge if you want something stronger," shouted Joe as I left the room.

"I'm driving so I will have to stick to coffee," I answered as I popped my head back around the door.

Joe looked up at me.

"Well the spare room is made up if you want to stay, I could do with the company."

"I don't think I should it wouldn't be right."

I made my way to the kitchen and started making the coffee, I went into the fridge and picked up the milk carton, I then noticed the full bottle of wine on the shelf and it was one of my favourites.

"Oh screw it," I muttered to myself.

I put the milk back and grabbed the bottle of wine and took two glasses from the cupboard and made my way back into the living room.

"That's funny looking coffee," said Joe as I entered the room.

"Well I have decided to take you up on your offer and I'm going to stay if that's ok."

"Yeah it's fine I will be glad of the company."

I opened the wine and filled one glass, Joe decided he preferred a beer and went into the kitchen to get a couple of bottles for himself, Joe returned and instead of sitting on the chair he sat next to me on the sofa. We chatted for a while and Joe poured his heart out about everything, although I knew both of them were hurting, I was beginning to feel really sorry for him. As we spoke he was edging closer to me until we were almost touching, then I made a move I probably shouldn't of and put my arm around him in a move to comfort him.

As soon as I did it I thought that I was maybe sending out the wrong signals, at first he didn't move but then slowly moved his head onto my shoulder, his head then turning towards me, as I turned my head we were now face to face. I looked into his eyes for what seemed an age but was probably only a couple of seconds, he moved forward and placed his lips on mine, it was like I was paralysed, my whole body couldn't react, I should of moved back but didn't. I responded by letting him kiss me, I couldn't seem to stop as I felt our tongues push together, at that moment I suddenly woke and my body reacted by pulling away from him.

We just looked at each other seemingly waiting for the other to speak

"I'm so sorry Fran I didn't mean too, my emotions took control I'm so sorry."

"It's ok it was my fault too maybe comforting you sent out the wrong signal, I'm sorry as well."

Joe moved over to the chair and sat down, we carried on our conversation but it seemed different since the kiss, he was keeping his emotion in check and wasn't opening up as much. Joe had another couple of beers as we chatted albeit candidly, I continued on the wine not realising how quick it was going down, it got to about eleven pm and Joe decided to go to bed , I decided to finish the wine and I would go up as well.

Once Joe had left all I could think of was the kiss, it was brief but I couldn't help playing it over in my mind time after time, then a stupid thought entered my head. All Joe wanted was some physical contact to release his frustration, he needed to feel the touch of a woman, one question I never asked him was if he would ever go off and find sex elsewhere, I didn't think he would but after the kiss I started to think differently, maybe he would go looking for somebody else.

The thought of me getting into bed with him and giving him what he wanted was now in my head, I was thinking it would help him and take the pressure off him, which in turn would help his relationship with Sarah, there was really no logic in it, and going through with it would of course mean betraying my best friend which was the part I was trying not to think of.

The wine wasn't helping either, in fact it was making it worse because now I had the courage to do it, I stood up and walked towards the door, I turned off the light in the living room and headed upstairs. I didn't bother turning on the stairs light as the streetlight from outside shone through the window and gave enough light to see as I walked up the stairs.

I got to Joe's bedroom door where I stopped, the door was slightly open and a shard of light shone out of the room, my presumption was that Joe was still awake, the thought of going in was very much in my mind and before I could think anymore I pushed the door open enough to get through it, I stepped into the room, the bed was just a couple feet away from the door.

Joe was led down with just a white sheet covering his body, he turned his head and looked at me as I stood there, he was just about to speak but stopped himself as I broke the silence.

"This only happens tonight and we never speak of it ever again is that clear."

My words were said in a rather forceful voice and Joe's only response was a nod of the head. I reached round to my back and slowly slid the zip on my dress down, I then pulled the straps over my shoulders and the dress dropped onto the floor.

I stood there in just my white bra and panties, Joe's gaze was locked on my five foot seven and size 10 body, I looked at Joe as I let my hair down and with a slight shake of my head, my brown locks fell down to hang just above my shoulder blades. I reached behind my back and undid the clasp on my bra, moving my arms around the bra became loose and I let the straps run down my arms and the bra fell onto the floor, my hands gently caressed my mid rift before I slowly moved them up to my breasts.

My fingers gently danced over my B cup breasts, Joe's eyes never left me, he was now gazing at my lacy white panties, I moved a little closer to the bed, my hands now on either side of my panties, slowly I moved them down until they were loose enough to fall to the floor.

Joe pulled the sheet back and I climbed into bed, at this point it hit me, there was no going back now I had to go through with it I lay down next to him and he pulled the sheet over me, Joe led on his back and I moved closer to him, I was lead on my side and I leaned into him, I pushed my lips against his, our mouths opened and our tongues immediately entwined, the kiss was intense as his hands started to caress my body.

Joe moved his hand onto the back of my head as we continued kissing, he broke the kiss and gently guided my head to one side, I pushed my lips against his neck and began to kiss his soft skin. I moved slightly as I run my tongue over his smooth chest, I could feel how aroused he was, his cock brushing against my body as I moved . I flicked my tongue over his nipples which were now protruding from his chest, as my mouth and tongue worked on one, my fingers rubbed over the other. I felt Joe's hands on the back of my head, his fingers running through my hair, he gently pushed on my head moving me down, I slowly moved down making sure my lips and tongue covered every part of his torso.

Just before I got down to his cock I knelt up in between his open legs, I looked at Joe as he lay there, I looked down his body till my gaze stopped at what was just below me. At the same time Joe was looking at me, his eyes once again fixed on my body, Joe moved his hands down to his cock and began to stroke his uncut shaft, it was about seven and half inches and fairly thick. The excitement ran through my body, Joe continued to stroke his cock and pulled his foreskin back to show his head which was already wet with pre cum.

I started to touch my body, my fingers gently running over my stomach before moving up to my breasts, I rubbed my thumbs over my erect nipples, I gently pinched then as Joe looked on, I teased him like the little slut that he wished Sarah was. My hands moved onto the tops of my legs, slowly they moved to my inner thighs, I put one hand in between my legs and rubbed my fingers over my wet lips, I let out a gentle moan as I rubbed on my clit.

Joe moved his hands away from his cock as if to say "it's all yours."

His knees were slightly bent, I placed my hands on them and moved them up his legs until I reached the top, with one hand I took hold of his cock, it felt so good in my hand, I began to caress it and moved my hand up and down his shaft. His cock head was wet through with pre cum, I rubbed my hand over the head collecting his wetness onto the tips of my fingers, I put my wet fingers up to my mouth and put my tongue out, I licked the tips of my fingers and tasted his juice.

I moved my head down to his cock, I flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock, tasting more of his pre cum. I took hold of him and slid my mouth down on him, Joe let out a moan as he felt my mouth around his cock, I gently sucked on him to start with, I wasn't sure how long he would last as it had been a while since he had this kind of treatment. I sucked him for a short while then slid him out of my mouth, my tongue then licking up and down his cock before flicking my tongue over his tip. I kept repeating this and soon enough I could sense Joe was getting closer, his hands were now on my head and as I sucked down on him I could feel him apply more pressure to the back of my head as he pulled me in.

Joe was now on the edge and I could hear his moans, I took him deep into my mouth and I felt his body tighten and his hands pushing on my head as he cum. My mouth was filled with his juice and I swallowed quickly as I felt his body relax, I pulled my mouth off his cock and ran my tongue over his wet cock, licking up every drop.

I got up onto my hands and knees and crawled up the bed and lay next to Joe, he turned to me and pressed his lips against mine, we kissed passionately as our tongues entwined and he tasted his cum in my mouth. He pushed me over onto my back as we carried on kissing before he broke off the kiss, Joe lightly kissed my neck before slowly moving down to my breasts. He was in no mood for a tease and began to suck on my nipples, taking turns on each one he flicked his tongue over them and sucked on them and give them a gentle bite before he made his way down my body. He slid down and knelt at the bottom of the bed, my legs were only slightly parted, Joe took hold of my legs and bent my knees up, he then gently pushed my legs open, he lowered his head down and I felt his lips on my skin, he began to kiss just above my pussy, his hands caressing my inner thighs.

My body felt as if it was on fire, Joe was now kissing my inner thighs which was heightening my excitement, his mouth was so close to my pussy and just like he had done to me, I placed my hands on his head applying a little pressure in moving him where I wanted.

Then I felt what I wanted to feel, his lips pushed against my pussy, his arms moved underneath my legs and he firmly held onto me as he pushed his tongue in between my lips. His tongue flicked over my clit and I let out a moan, he moved one of his hands so it was now stroking my pussy, Joe's tongue pressed against my clit and he slid two fingers inside me. My moaning was becoming louder as he worked on my clit with his tongue and his fingers fucked me, my hands were all over, pushing his head into me.

Joe then pulled back, we looked at each other for a few seconds, he then moved down on me, we looked into each others eyes, I could feel his cock against my pussy and with a push I felt him inside me. He started slowly sliding in and out of me, he moved his head to one side and nuzzled on my neck. He started to get quicker, my legs were now wrapped around him, we were locked together as we fucked.

My moans were getting louder, as Joe got quicker I could feel myself close to the edge, then Joe tipped me over it, my body felt as if it was being slammed all over the room as he brought me to orgasm. Joe continued his quick pace until I could feel him ready to cum, again I found myself looking deep into his eyes as he pushed hard inside me and I felt his body tense up as he filled me.

We looked at each other and Joe pressed his lips against mine, and once again we shared a passionate kiss, it seemed to go on forever, it was a kiss to end our night together.

After the kiss broke Joe moved off me and onto his back, his breathing still a little heavy, there was no words from either of us, we lay there side by side for a few minutes before I got out of bed.

I gathered my clothes up off the floor and went into the spare room for some sleep, although I wondered if sleep was going to be possible as my head was still spinning from what we had just done.



Just For Us



"Well, baby," I sigh into the mouthpiece, "I miss you too... but no one ever said that these long-distance romances were easy." 

I stretch my bare body along the length of my bed, tiger-like, and somehow manage to keep the phone by my ear. The low tone of a frustrated growl comes from your end of the line. You might be hundreds of miles away, but you sound like you're in my bed with me... although that doesn't happen as often as either one of us would like.

I absent-mindedly drag the soft pima cotton sheet across my breasts as I listen to the sound of your goatee rub against the phone. Almost immediately, I catch myself imagining that the sheet is your beard brushing against my heated skin. Even a civil phone conversation with you turns me on.

Your voice vibrates through the phone line, husky and sweet. "Remember our last conversation? I said I just wanted to be alone with you for a week or two? You and me. No phones, no TVs. No nightclubs with the gang or barbecues with the folks, no appearances, no premieres. Some time just for us?"

I close my eyes so that I can better imagine your animated face as you continue preaching to the converted. As if I needed any convincing?!

Your voice is gruff as you continue your train of thought. "I mean it, baby. You've been working way too hard, always on some project or another for weeks on end without a break. That firm of yours has run you ragged, what with all the layoffs and you having to reorganize your group over and over. I'm pretty near fried as well. I'm sorry to say that I'm almost glad the show looks like it's going to get cancelled."

Shocked by your last comment, I gasp, "Oh, sweetie! You don't mean that!"

I hear you sigh over the phone and can see you in my mind's eye, running your fingers through your hair in frustration. Your tone softens when you speak again. "You know I don't really mean it, but the schedule has been nothing less than brutal. It will only get more hectic if the network picks us up for a full season and then more so if they renew us for next season. With more time and money invested in us by the network, we'll have to make every episode better than the last. And add to that, all the press junkets and conventions that the networks will start lining up for us if the buzz about the show accelerates."

There have been times when the low points in your career would worry me. Now I see that I also have to concern myself when your career is doing well. All I want is to see you happy and satisfied with your life and the path you've chosen. "I understand. I realize the show puts a lot of pressure on you, sweetie, both on and off-screen. I have noticed that on the last couple of episodes it looks like you've lost some weight."

Your throaty laugh bursts out across the phone line, giving me a start. "Not you too, baby! Even the fan blogs and gossip websites are saying I've lost weight! They're all crying about how skinny I look and they're convinced that's why I'm always dressed in turtlenecks. Don't they know how cold it is up here in the Great White North?"

Sheepishly, I answer, "Well, you do look a bit thinner."

"Listen to me, one way or the other, the show is on hiatus, maybe permanently. So right now, my main concern is that I miss you. Just a week or so of sleeping late, making love, eating, drinking and talking 'til all hours of the night. How about it? I'm not getting enough of you, maybe that's why I look thinner."

Your whispered tone is serious when you state with finality, "I... need... to... see... you!"

I feel the same way, smiling warmly and aching at the thought of finally getting you all to myself, not having to share you with family, friends, co-stars or fans. 

I respond eagerly, "You are so right, babe. How about this coming weekend?"

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Aside from our attempts at maintaining some semblance of a relationship through regular visits, we've dabbled in phone sex. I have to say - if your film career ever hits a serious dry spell, you could certainly make money with your own 1-900 number. I know numerous girlfriends who would gladly hand over some of their hard-earned cash to hear you whisper sweet nothings in their ear. But that's where I draw the line in sharing you... I will share your image on screen, but only because it is your chosen profession.

We have only managed to make this relationship work so far because we never limited our views of what we thought was erotic or sexy. Because face it... you can carry on just about any other aspect of a relationship long-distance. But generally with sex, you usually have to be in the same room... with your significant other... for it to be really good. 

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You growl huskily, "Yes, please! This weekend, if not sooner! Besides, I don't think I can take much more of trying to convince my body that my hands are actually your hands touching me. I want the real thing." 

I giggle uncontrollably, loving when you get like this. We've had very little quality time together when we visit each other, what with family, social and professional obligations, errands, etc. So we begin plotting a getaway, to satisfy all our lusts, of the mind, of the palate, and... thank you very much... of the body. After all, a gal needs to get laid just as badly as a guy does, no?

I reach over to the nightstand for a pad and pen and begin to jot down our thoughts about where to go. After we resolve a few specifics, I say, "I can take care of all the arrangements in the next couple of days. I'll call you when I've got everything settled." 

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We arrange to go to Las Vegas and stay at the Bellagio, where we can eat, gamble, dance, spa, swim, shop or simply stay put in our suite. You fly in from Vancouver early Friday evening and I arrive from the East Coast late Friday afternoon. Staying here will help to avoid anyone tracking us down. Who knows? You just might luck out and not get recognized all that much this week. This is something that's happening less and less with you having recently gone from the big screen to the small one.

I arrive first and check in. The young bellhop escorts me to our suite. It's an absolutely gorgeous series of rooms all done up in delicate shades of cream and gold. The afternoon sunlight entering through the French doors that lead to the balcony makes the entire living room area and all its furnishings glow and shimmer. I finish checking out the rest of the suite and make sure the champagne I ordered for us is chilling nicely. Thanking the bellhop for bringing in my luggage, I tip him and see him out.

I wander over to the intricately carved writing desk and locate some of the richly embossed Bellagio stationery. I jot you a quick note, telling you that you'll find me at the main pool by the cabanas. I place the note on the queen-size bed where I'm certain you'll spot it. I quickly dig through my suitcase for a pair of sandals, my bathing suit and cover-up to change into.

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I've been lounging by the pool for about an hour, leisurely adjusting my sunglasses as I read my book, I Know This Much Is True, by Wally Lamb. You absolutely raved about it when you read it, so I picked it up to read on the plane. Setting the book down beside the chaise, I reach for the icy cold glass that holds my vodka and tonic. 

The strong Nevada sun warms my skin almost as much as my thoughts of you warm the rest of me. Amazing to think how strong the sun is here even at 5pm. I'm starting to get a bit restless, knowing that you are en route. Knowing that very soon your dark gaze will be looking directly at me. Knowing your strong hands will be holding mine, caressing my skin... oh goodness, when I think of those beautiful, strong hands of yours!

I better stop this line of thinking or I'm going to have to plunge myself into the pool to cool off!

Just as I am deciding whether or not to flip over and tan my back for a while, I can sense someone stepping into my own little personal puddle of sunlight. If I were napping and just waking up, I would seriously believe that I'm dreaming. I look up...

... I gasp, "You're here!" as I launch myself off the chaise towards you.

"In the flesh, sweetness," you say as you spread your arms wide to catch me in your embrace.

As our arms wrap around one another, I plant my face in your chest, inhaling your scent as deeply as I can, missing your smell. That's one of the many small things I can't get from a phone call -- your distinctive smell.

Tucking your head down towards mine, you whisper gruffly in my ear, "That bathing suit is obscene."

Confused, I raise my head to gaze at your face as I utter, "But baby, this two piece suit is very conservative."

Your dark brown eyes twinkle mischievously as your long fingers glide up to hold my chin, "You could wear a parka and make it look obscene with that body of yours." 

Now that I realize you're teasing me, I slide one of my arms down your back, to your waist, to your flanks... and give you a good pinch on that tight ass of yours.

"Hey! That's not fair!" you shout with a wounded look on your face as you reach behind yourself to rub your injured hindquarters.

"Yeah, well... you know me... I've never been one for playing fair." Childishly, I stick my tongue out at you. I hear a deep growl coming from you and in the next instant, you bring your face to mine and embrace my tongue with your warm lips, while the palms of your hands caress the sides of my face. I moan from the unexpected contact. Slowly the kiss develops more and more heat, the early evening sun still capable of adding some additional heat to our embrace. 

You murmur, "My goddess, how do I stand being away from you for weeks at a time?"

I pull away reluctantly, trying to catch my breath. "Let's get up to the room and I'll take a quick shower and change for dinner."

You shake your head slowly, the sunlight glinting against the silver hair at your temples, "Oh no. You can change, but no shower. You step into a shower stall and we won't leave the room."

"But sweetie, I won't be long," I explain as I gather my drink, card key and cover-up.

"Maybe you won't... but I will," you continue in that wicked tone of yours, wiggling your eyebrows ala Groucho Marx for added effect, "besides we need to fortify ourselves first... we're gonna need our energy!" 

I marvel at your eagerness, kissing you briefly before I walk away towards the elevators. "Ok, I'll meet you at Chin's bar in 20 minutes. The reservations are under my last name."

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Some 20 minutes later, as I approach the bar, I can see the overly slender, overly enhanced, overly blonde hostess smooth her hands along her overly slinky dress as she gives you the once-over. She doesn't appear to recognize you. That really shortened haircut of yours has thrown off a lot of people... and your new show is only barely one season old. Personally, I'm still trying to get used to it. But I can tell the hostess is quite taken by you, regardless of whether or not she knows who you are. Good thing I don't get jealous easily.

You are so handsome, knowing that you're with me makes me feel... I don't know... giddy... empowered... high? I mean, I know looks shouldn't matter. Your personality, sweetness and general laid-back attitude are all very important attributes that certainly made falling for you as easy as just falling for your looks. I don't think I could date just a pretty face. However, I must say in the looks department, well, you are stunning, truly stunning. To say that you are easy on the eyes is an understatement.

A beaming smile comes across your goatee'd face as you gaze up and catch me making my way over to you. You stand up from your bar stool as I bring my hand up to caress your cheek before kissing you on those wonderful lips of yours, framed by those deep dimples. It seems like ages since I've noticed other women appreciate you when we're together. It's a powerfully unsettling feeling to know that someone whose star is rising like yours is with someone like me, outside of your business.

But what truly floors me most of all is your apparent indifference to the attention women give you. Oh, you're wonderfully generous to your female fans, signing autographs and taking pictures. But you seem to be oblivious to how women react around you.

You lean into me, my delicate musky perfume mixing with your own cologne, filling the air we breath with our own distinctive combination, and you whisper wantonly, "First dinner here, then dessert in our room."

I can hardly believe what I'm hearing from you, such corny cliches, but coming from you with your slight accent, it's like you're reciting Robert Frost. You could recite the phone book and make it sound compelling, it's no wonder that you've narrated numerous films and television documentaries. 

You're making me blush as you rake your eyes over me from head to toe. You would almost think that I'm the movie star and you the star-crossed fan. I laugh softly, shaking my head as I relish the fact that you've still got some lust for me in your blood after all this time together. 

Your own scent, along with your body heat and your piercing gaze makes me practically light-headed as you slip your arm around my curvy waist and maneuver us to the cozy booth that the hostess has lead the way to. I lean into you with my own arm around your middle as we are placed at our table. 

We make a conservative effort to maintain some level of decorum and try to listen to our poor waiter recite the evening's specials by holding hands and playing footsie under the long, elegant tablecloth. We just barely manage to order some wine without behaving like a couple of teenagers.

Once the wine has been brought to our table, we order the house special, the "Seventh Heaven." It was the dish my father served you when you first met my family. My father made a big fuss about cooking his specialty for you, his daughter's "movie actor boyfriend."

And as it arrives, this version looks fabulous. It's got all my favorite vegetables as well as your favorite seafood. It's a rainbow of beautifully bright sautéed vegetables and glistening fruit of the sea. When our waiter serves the entrée, he drops off two pairs of chopsticks. Somehow we must be thinking the same thing as we eye each other, each of us reaching for a pair of the chopsticks.

The entrée looks so tasty. I say, "Wow, a little of everything. This has all your tried and true favorites."

"Well... I've tried... and it's true... you're my favorite," you say to me with a warm smile that reaches those deep brown eyes of yours.

I can feel myself beginning to blush again... a grown woman blushing over comments said to her by her boyfriend! "Well then, they brought that too, didn't they?" I say softly, not able to look you in the eye.

"Yes," you reply huskily, "they certainly did."

I start to reach for a pair of the chopsticks again, but you manage to grab both pairs and slide one pair into the breast pocket of your tan suede sports coat.

You shake your head with an evil grin. "Nope. You don't get any."

I give you a somewhat annoyed look, "Baby, I'm starving!"

"I'll feed you, sweetness," you announce, smiling a brilliant smile at me as you pull the wrapper off the sticks.

Oh Goddess, I think to myself, so this is what he's up to. He's going to drive me right to the edge of Lustville, right here in a public place!

I can feel the blood rush in my ears... sounds like I've got a football stadium full of cheering fans screaming inside my head. I am certain that you and everyone else in the restaurant can hear.

I'm going to have to give myself a pep talk if I plan to survive this. Ok, girl, let's take some deep cleansing breaths, shall w?. You can do this. It's just dinner. Yeah, right! Who am I kidding? 

Dinner with you is dangerous, just like talking on the phone or any other normal and not-usually sensual task. Leave it to you to bring out the erotic ability in anything. Was it this hot in here when we first sat down?

I remove my dark green jacket and place it next to me, while you remove your own jacket. Might as well get comfy if you're going to torture me. But so help me if you start rolling up your sleeves, I'll be done for. I take a large swallow of my wine, and finally say in a voice that sounds braver than I really feel, "Okay, feed me."

With that said, you turn so that we facing each other, as best we can in a booth. You pick up the chopsticks and deftly lift a mouthful's worth of sautéed baby corn to my lips. 

I part my lips and close them over the red-lacquered wooden sticks. I close my eyes, inhaling the wondrous smells, savoring the gingery taste as I slowly pull the food off the chopsticks and into my mouth. I chew it slowly, sensuously enjoying the texture and taste of the food. When I opened my eyes again you are staring raptly at me. Your dark brown eyes are fixed on my mouth as I swallow.

I watch as you lick your full bottom lip and swallow hard, your Adam's apple bobbing right at the top of your dark olive linen shirt that's open at the neck. I smile inwardly as it appears that I've actually managed to turn the tables on you. Ah... the goddesses are on my side once again, for the moment at least.

I hold out my hand and you accept defeat. You reach over into your jacket and hand me the second pair of chopsticks.

"OK... you win... this time," you say grudgingly, yet unable to hide the smirk on your face.

I serve you up a bit of braised chicken. You feed me a piece of spicy tofu, and so on. 

In between mouthfuls, you say, "You know what? This is really good... but it's not as good as your dad's. I really miss his cooking. I never saw a man who wasn't a professional chef seemed so at home in a kitchen."

I smile sadly. "Yeah, I can never eat Chinese food without thinking of how he would have prepared whatever dish I've ordered. It's always good, but never perfect like his." 

You nod in agreement as you continue chewing and present another mouthful to me, resting between the chopsticks.

At one point during dinner, I catch you intently surveying the room. I raise an eyebrow at you as I watch you gather up a piece of broccoli and hold it out to me. I think I know what's going on through your mind, as I make note that no one is looking in our direction.

I bite into half the piece, but draw it from the chopsticks so that it hangs slightly out of my mouth. You grin faintly as you lean forward and nibble off the other half, but not before teasing my lips with an occasional nip here and there. Our faces are mere inches apart as we slowly chew our shared meal. 

I slip the chopsticks out from between your long fingers and spear another baby corn on the cob, this time presenting it to you. You take it between your own lips and I then munch off the other half and manage to steal a kiss from you. Your empty hands rest on my lap, your thumbs making swirling designs on the material of my skirt, sending little shivers along my thighs, while I try to carry on and feed us. You don't make it easy.

We continue to take our sweet time, enjoying dinner and each other's company. We sit close to one another, talking, touching, and making promises with our bodies of things to come later, once we've got some real privacy. We hold hands after dinner as we sit there, talking, laughing while we finish our wine. 

I lean over to you to hear some gossip about one of your recent guest stars and you place your warm fingers tenderly on the back of my neck. I slip out of one of my shoes and slowly drag my stockinged foot along the length of your calf.

As you pull me closer to you, you whisper gruffly against my lips, "Kiss me again." 




Just For Us



I kiss you gently, almost tentatively, with my eyes open as your dark brown gaze pins me. It's as though I'm kissing you for the very first time and getting accustomed to the feel and taste of you. 

But soon enough my libido gets the better of me and I kiss you more and more fervently as I feel you respond to me. Our bodies conform to each other effortlessly, as best they can in this booth. Slowly, our foreheads come together as we each remember where we are. We breathlessly ask for the check.

The melodies from a band in the lounge float over to us as we leave our table and we wander over to listen for a while. The band begins a slow, sensual song as you take my hand, leading us to the dance floor. You put your arm around me and hold me to you, feeling my body shape itself to yours. We moan and laugh almost painfully, simultaneously recalling our last opportunity to dance together... much too long ago. 

You press your whiskered lips to my ear and whisper, "That was some night, huh? Dancing to that Latin band all night?" 

... then...

You had come to New York to do some morning shows and we managed to have a couple of weeks together before you had to head back to do more scenes in an upcoming film. We had gone to S.O.B.'s on Varick Street to see my friend Teddy play timbales with his new band. We danced all night... salsa, merengue, bachata, samba, and even a few really slow bolero-type numbers.

... now... 

I murmur to you now in the affirmative, remembering that night, my eyes closed to help me concentrate on your body's fluid movements. Dancing has always been one of your favorite kinds of foreplay. You enjoy making my body involuntarily respond to yours, and to make matters worse, you're a damned good dancer, though not many people are privy to that piece of information.

Your left hand encircles my right, our legs gracefully entwined, our thighs deliciously enmeshed, as you lead us. Around the dance floor we glide, my long, fluid skirt drapes itself around our legs like a dark floral cloud. You maneuver us about the parquet floor, making me feel weightless, your warm, earthy embrace the only thing keeping me grounded. We kiss, sensing but not really seeing that there are other couples dancing and watching us, marveling, "How do they keep that kind of passion stirring?" 

You slide your hand down to the small of my back, pulling me even closer to you, as we let them wonder. We continue to effortlessly propel ourselves on the dance floor. We keep on kissing every now and then, we softly moan into each other's mouths, savoring this moment, yet already anticipating being alone.

Once again, we scarcely manage to behave decently until the song's end. Now it's my turn to lead... to lead us away from the dance floor, that is.

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This exquisite beginning to our time together this evening continues to envelop us as we step off the elevator and approach our suite. We're high on each other, something so natural and alien at the same time. We always have that little "getting to know you" stage after a long absence.

As I approach the door, pulling the card key out of my purse, you slip both arms around my waist from behind. Purposefully, I bend over to insert the card key, just so I can rub my round ass against you. Both of us want each other badly and all this teasing is steadily worsening this mutual condition. I open the door, pushing back against you gently, but firmly. 

You groan huskily, "Oohhh... you're going to pay for that!"

I giggle at your harmless threat as I step into our suite first. You head towards the bar to get the champagne that I told you about as I shut the door, placing the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the outside doorknob. The entire suite is darker now than when I first arrived, all the soft pale gold and sandy tones have deepened to shades of bronze and delicate earthtones. A couple of lead crystal lamps that are on give off a diffused light, enveloping the entire room in a soft warmth that can both be seen and felt. 

I open one of the large French doors and wander out onto the balcony and into the slowly cooling evening air. You soon follow with two champagne flutes filled with pale golden liquid as I lean over the railing. You stride up behind me again, kissing me on the neck where my swept-up hair and blouse part company. You rest the flutes on the small bistro table beside me that's flanked by two chairs.

You whisper, "How about breakfast out here tomorrow morning? What do you think?" 

I nod vigorously. "Oh yes... great idea!" 

As you hug me to you, I think about how much I missed your strong hands and your sure touch. I drape my back against your firm chest, sighing with contentment. You brush your hands along my waist, raising them slowly to cup my breasts. You can feel my nipples harden quickly from your touch through the soft cream-colored silk of my blouse. I turn around in your embrace and plant a soft kiss on your lips. You smile as I reach over for one of the flutes and offer it to you. You gaze at me intensely as you peer over the edge of the glass while you sip from it.

You set the drink down and embrace my face in your hands. Your warm breath dances against my lips for an instant before you press yours against mine. Your kiss tastes of champagne as our tongues slowly swirl around one another. I caress your muscled torso through the crisp olive linen and tug at it. Once I've gotten it untucked, I begin to undo the buttons, kissing and licking your chest, as I slowly uncover your skin. I lick at one of your nipples, the cool night air mixing with my warm breath makes you moan, as it rises slightly from its flat state. 

"God... your lips are so soft and warm," you mutter as you bring my face up to yours again. Your eyes darken impossibly as you kiss me in an almost feverish way, looking far blacker than their usual shade of warm chocolate brown. My hands roam downward from your chest and I can feel your shaft strain as I reach to unbuckle your trousers. Feeling you respond to my touch, I softly outline the shape of you with my fingers. I can hear you muttering incoherently under your breath as you press against me, seeking more pressure from my hand.

Apparently you've got other things in mind as you move your hands from my face and take my hands in yours while you grab the glasses with the other. Looking sinfully appealing with your shirt unbuttoned and untucked and your unbuckled pants hanging slightly off your trim hips, you guide me back inside the suite and towards the bedroom. You are giving me quite the show as your chest and abs peek at me with each backwards step you take. Your soft olive skin just begs to be touched, but I like what I'm seeing and know that soon enough... soon enough I'll be touching all of your bare skin. 

You rest the glasses on the nightstand and you begin shedding my clothes, first undoing the sash of my blouse and slipping your hands up to my shoulders, teasingly pushing the silk down the length of my arms, making my body shudder involuntarily, as the blouse floats to the floor. I take a moment to unbutton the cuffs of your linen shirt and slide my hands up the length of your arms, as I walk around you slowly. I reach towards your collar and watch your slowly emerging back muscles flex as you shrug your shoulders to help me undress you.

Turning to face me you kiss my shoulder and then travel your kisses down to the valley between my breasts. As you plant little kisses along the length of my creamy lace bra, you slip your hands up my back to unclasp my bra. I can feel your finger splay against my back, your palms pressing me into your embrace. You curl your long fingers around the straps and slip the bra along my arms, to join my blouse and your shirt.

You then start to undo the tiny track of buttons going down the front of my skirt, but you leave it on me as you grab my hand to lead me closer to the bed. I look at you, trying to figure out what you're planning. All I get back is your patented "Trust me" look.

It is all either of us can do... not to outright ravish each other right then and there... it's been so long. But I know how much you've wanted and needed this, an extensive amount time together, to be alone, to make love in a languid fashion. And who am I to argue when you are so good at it? We both like to take our time, you... in particular, and so I patiently, achingly wait for what's to come, feeling so deliciously wanton as you gaze at me. Being half-dressed makes me feel even more naked than being naked.

You lay me down on the bed, whispering "Let me show you how much I've missed you." 

My body shivers in anticipation from all the promise those few words hold. You lean over me slowly, and kiss me gently, planting kisses on my face, my neck, my lips and along the length of my neck. Your relaxed, but purposeful way of doing things has always been a weakness of mine. I drape my arms around you... lost in the moment, lost in your touch.

As your lips brush along my soft skin, your strong, sensitive hands caress my tender nipples, making me squirm with your every touch. As you lower your lips to my breasts, you hear me moan and this encourages you further. I feel your fingers making lazy, but firm circles around my right nipple, teasing me as your right hand cups and squeezes my left breast. 

Finally, I feel your warm breath on my nipple, then your lips and your tongue as they work together to suck, kiss and pull it to its most taut and erect state. You re-discover how much I enjoy it when you gently bite on my nipples, and you begin to use your teeth and tongue in tandem on first one nipple, then the other. The bristly sensation of your goatee is an intense contrast compared to the soft fullness of your lips.

You softly saw your teeth back and forth against each nipple, feeling my body shudder under yours, reacting to your attentions. I squeeze your broad shoulders, as you love my breasts with your hot, velvety mouth. Your silky yet bristly beard sensitizes my skin as much as your soft lips do.

You look up at my face as you do this, my lips are parted in almost-constant moans of pleasure, my fingers are laced in your short raven hair. I whisper, "Oh... please... please... I'm begging you... don't stop". 

Your mouth completes its pleasure on my nipples and you slowly move your talented tongue down my stomach, pausing to bury it in my navel. 

"Stopping is the last thing on my mind at this point," you say with a serious smile on your face. 

You raise my long skirt, draping the fabric open, and your hands find their way to the tops of my thigh-high stockings. You stroke the soft bare skin, where thigh and mound blend into each other. I feel the pleasure of your hands as they outline the curves of my calves, my thighs... then your mouth follows the path your hands have just made. You then slowly, torturingly slide my stocking down, down, down my leg. First one, then the other.

You lift my right leg, and begin to lick the back of my knee. You are driving sublimely insane by your wanderings. I have no idea where your lips or hands will go next. My hands drift towards my breasts, to play with my nipples, they ache so. You watch as I raise my hand and slide my index finger and thumb into my mouth, one at a time. 

Your chocolate brown eyes darken as you watch my wet fingers toying with myself. As you watch me, your hands move to the damp lacy material between my legs, and you idly play with and tease my twin petals through the fabric while your mouth continues along the length of my leg, to my painted toe-nails.

Your long fingers tease the outside of my mound, and I move my hips, begging you with the motion of my body and the words "Oh...please" to move further inside me. You make note of this, and your face shows that you've been waiting for this for a long time, and you will... not... be... rushed, by me, or anyone. Your touch is tender, gentle, yet so sure. 

As your mouth moves past my knee, you lower my leg and continue along my inner thigh. I've been telling you how exquisite you're making me feel and how wet you've made me, now it's time for you to see for yourself. I feel your face move closer to where your hands have just been.

Strong hands stroke upwards along the length of my legs. I close my eyes and bite my lower lip as I feel your thumbs hook under the sides of my lace panties. I lift my hips as you drag the fabric along the length of my legs, making my shiver slightly as I now lay completely bare to you.

You blow softly on my warm skin and gently stroke your moustache against my still closed, but already swollen outer folds. You rub your bearded chin softly against me. You notice I'm holding my breathe in anticipation of what you will do next. Ever so slowly, you spread my lips with your fingers. I can feel your hot breath on the hood of my clit, like a vibration in the air, fleeting but so intense. 

It's swollen, and has been for quite some time, throbbing and pleading for attention. At long last, the tip of your tongue touches me, sliding up one side of my tender entrance and down the other. Your tongue dances in between each of my pink folds, making me shudder. Moving back to my aching little pearl, you clasp your lips around it and massage it with your tongue, in a slow, steady, purposeful motion. I thrash, arching my body and softly cry out.

You move your mouth away from me and the next thing I feel something very soft and light draped against my mound and something blowing at it, pressing it tenderly against my sensitive flesh. It's a delicious feeling, so delicate I can't describe it and can't fathom what it is. I raise my head and see you holding a corner of my skirt against me as you puff softly through it. I had been so close to coming earlier and now I feel a different sensation, as the distant climax starts up again because of this subtle punishment you're committing to my most tender parts.

My body is in exquisite anguish. I'm on fire from your tender, teasing ways and I'm so close to the climax I've been hungering for. You sense this and slipping the fabric away, you slide your tongue deep inside me... slowly. You can feel my inner muscles throbbing with tiny tremors, and wanting to feel more of my response, you slide a finger as far as you can into me. I begin to shudder and you slip in another finger. You hold them there to feel the building contractions and to feel my deep, wet heat. You've been lost in this world of feeling you've created within me, that when you look up, you realize, I'm quietly sobbing from all this prolonged arousal and friction, tears just beginning in my eyes. 

This is what it means to "hurt so good." You've put me exactly where you wanted me and for a moment you wonder if you've taken all the build-up and teasing too far, but no...you lay there, between my spread legs, stroking me, your thumb on my clit, rubbing it the way only you can. You're watching my face, my heavy breathing, my hands on my breasts. You are enjoying the view immensely.

In one swift motion, your tongue, working with thrusting, circular motions replaces your thumb. You find a spot that makes me gasp and you latch on until I'm bucking wildly against your face, my hands cradling your dark-haired head against me, trying to gain purchase in your short haircut. Damn it, sometimes I wish you still had those long curls of yours!

Your fingers are still inside me and are driven deeper with every thrust of my hips. 

I cry out, "Ohhh.... you're gonna kill me... you feel sooo good!"

You continue to suckle me as you feel that special warm tell-tale tightness around your fingers become hotter and tighter, the spasms rolling through me as I throb against your tongue. Moving your mouth downward, you lap at my wetness and kiss my quivering center gently. I bite my lower lip as the final remnants of my climax run through my body.

I gingerly move your head away and guide your face up to my mouth to kiss you. That tangy-sweet taste of me is all over your lips, your beard and chin. We kiss deeply and passionately, sucking on each other's tongues, exploring each other's mouths. The kisses then become very gentle, the velvety texture of your lips taking my breath away as you caress my lips with yours. 

Eventually, we come up for air, and I whisper to you between kisses, "Ya know [kiss]... that [nibble]... pay-backs... are hellaciously forthcoming [kiss]... you do... know that...[sucking on your full lower lip] ... right?" 

You feign that innocent "Who? Me?" smile that I have grown to love, as you shrug your broad shoulders at me.

I crook my pointer finger at you, beckoning you to the top-most part of the bed. You crawl towards me, but not before kicking off your black suede loafers. I prop your dark tanned shoulders up on a few pillows, putting you in a reclining position against the ornate headboard. I slip off your undone pants and finally shed my skirt. I pull off your socks, and then reach for your boxers. I rise from the bed, aware of you watching me as I walk over to the bar to bring over the champagne bucket. 

I stroll back to the bed. Climbing on top of you, draping my legs over your slim strong hips, offering you more champagne. You take a few swallows and hand the flute back to me. You look at me strangely as I plop an ice cube into the flute. I drink some and set the glass back on the elaborately carved pale gold nightstand. 

I lean down to kiss you and you feel cool moisture coming from my mouth. I've left part of the champagne in my mouth and I feed it to you in a slow, steady stream as you swallow. I take some more of it into my mouth and proceed to drizzle it down your bearded chin, your neck, and onto your chest. You gasp at the sensation of having the cool carbonated liquid dancing on your skin.

When I've run out of liquid, I start back at your chin and lick every bit of the moisture from your spicy-scented skin, running my cool tongue over your warm body. You moan at the sensation of my tongue swirling against your skin, adding to the intensity of the fizziness of the champagne.

When I reach your chest, I begin licking and sucking your nipples, which are hard now, and very sensitive. I run my hands up and down your sides, gently grazing your smooth skin with my fingernails. 

Your excitement builds as my mouth and teeth caress and play with your nipples. I slide down the length of your body, feeling your strong, lean thighs as I go. I visually take in every inch of your fine form in front of me, as I caress and stroke my way down your body. I kiss and lick my way down to your steadily hardening cock, its increasing girth and weight making it bob delicately over your belly. 

I position myself lying down between your legs, propped up on my elbows. As I look up at your face, wondering what your expression will be, I see a look of almost dire need, and the anticipation in your eyes spurs me on. Your eyes are semi-closed, your lashes almost resting on your cheeks and you're biting your lower lip... you are simply too sexy for words sometimes.

As I take the crown into my wet mouth, you sigh. Rolling my tongue around the sensitive glans, you place your hands in my hair, stroking my hair softly as you groan. I tease the head of your cock, licking around the tender rim, and sucking gently. Feeling you growing harder, each tiny little nibble makes your shaft jump. As I begin taking more of you into my mouth, I hear you groan and your hands increase their pressure on my scalp.

I bring my mouth back to the head of your swelling shaft, and holding the length with my hand, I kiss my way up one side and down the other, paying particular attention to that large vein, which is beginning to fill and pulsate. Suddenly your hands are gone from my hair. I raise my eyes to see you clutching a pillow to your face, as you curse loudly into the pillow. I continue to trace the length of you with my tongue while trying not to smile at your... apparent discomfort? I keep looking up occasionally to see your thighs twitch and your abs flex as your body reacts.




Just For Us



I rise up and ask you to hand me the drink. Moving the pillow away from your face, you give me a look that I can only describe as a combination of part relief and part annoyance.

You reach over and clasp the flute, quickly gulping down the chilly beverage, but avoiding the ice cube. Getting a hold of the champagne bottle you refill the glass and pass it to me. Taking a sip, I allow a cube of ice to pass my lips. With one hand steadily stroking your shaft, I return the glass to you and you watch while I chew the ice. 

Seconds later, I lower my head to you and engulf you in my very cold mouth, causing you to gasp out loud in "pain" and pleasure. You mutter, "Oh... my... god!" as your hands clutch at the bed sheets. I work my way slowly down to the base, tightening my cool lips around your shaft and moving up and down, very slowly. Your body arches and your leg muscles flex from the intensity of the now-cool interior of my yielding mouth.

On one of my downward motions, I take your entirely into my mouth, I can feel the pressure rising up within your hot skin, and I slip the head out to where my lips and tongue can once again work their own special magic. To keep you from exploding, I grasp you with one hand and move my lips along the length of you. My soft, wet mouth plants wet kisses up one side and down the other, before I return to the tip to suck you into the now warm-again interior past my lips. 

The guttural moans that escape your lips make me so wet. I wanted you to be consumed by pleasure... just like you have done to me... and in the process I've made myself just as insatiable again.

I move my lips back to your swollen head, kissing it, licking at it lustfully and sucking it eagerly. After a few minutes of these sensations, you've had enough and you softly pull my face down, then up, then down again along your shaft and I respond by continuing the motion, hearing you gasp, "God... yessss... you feel so incredible! If you don't stop... I'm gonna... I'm...!" 

You are so vocal... I love hearing you fall apart into a million pieces. I can feel your cum rising through your shaft and you growl as you climax within my mouth. I continue swallowing as you continue to crest. Slowly and eventually, the spasms subside. I lift my face from your spent shaft, and kiss the tip of it once more, feeling it give a final shudder.

I crawl up to the head of the bed. You're still reclining but looking at me with a kind of dazed expression like a kitten who wakes up confused, not remembering where it fell asleep. 

We both need some cuddling and a short nap. I curl up against you, my back against your chest, my flanks against your groin, one of your arms drapes possessively across my breasts. We snuggle and kiss for a while, stroking and caressing, drifting off. This is only the beginning.

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Yes...only the beginning. 

You awaken from our nap first, refreshed, and wanting to pick up where we left off. You tug the sheet slowly down my body, the cool air and the traveling fabric tickle me awake.

You pull me up from the bed and hold me to you softly. In silence, we begin to dance again, this time to the tunes in our heads. You slowly bring my mind and body awake. Our bodies are warm and loose and they fit each other so sublimely. We simply hug, letting the heat of our skins blend together before you begin leading us towards the shower.

The shower spray shocks our bodies and gives us chills as we yelp and laugh while trying to adjust the temperature. Then the water is almost too hot... making both of us tingle. You stand in front of the blasting water, and finish adjusting it before you reach for the soap. 

You turn towards me and begin to lazily lather my body, slipping the soap along my shoulders and arms. You trail the bar down to my breasts, moving the soap in a slow figure eight. You move the soap lower and pull me towards you and turn me around. My bottom rubs and pushes at your once-again hardening shaft as you slide the bar of soap down to my mound and slowly rub me with it. The soap slides against my hidden pearl and I lay my head back on your shoulder. The lather feels so erotic, making your hands slip and slide against my skin. Your large hands move the lather around, skimming up and down the length of my arms, teasing my ribs, lathering my hips.

You continue to wash me and I move my hand behind me, to your shaft. First, I just hold it and gently squeeze it. Then ever so slightly, I begin to stroke it. I make my hand motion equal to yours. Your wet, warm hands continue move against my soapy mound. I turn my face closer to yours and your tongue moves to my ear, where it delicately traces the contours, making me moan loudly. 

You lick and suck on my earlobe and I gasp. My hand quickens on your shaft and you follow with a similar pace, pleasuring me with your soapy hands. All this spooning and stroking is driving me towards a climax in record time. But I want to reach it together, gazing at each other, feeling you deep inside me.

You clutch at me a bit firmer and I look into your eyes and know how we should finish. Now facing each other, you grab me underneath my arms and lift me up, resting my back against the shower wall as I wrap my legs around your waist. You ease my eager pussy down onto your rock-hard shaft, and not a word is said as we gaze into each other's eyes and set our motion. The contrast of cool tile and hot skin awakens my senses to every nuance and every move you make.

You kiss me hard and deep. The roughness of your mouth is matched by the intensity in which you are thrusting me down upon you. You move your hands down to my waist, driving into me relentlessly. I return your thrusts, and grind myself against your cock as best I can without any leverage. Our mouths are locked together, as we both moan into each other's mouths, stealing each other's breath in between mutterings of "Oh, god, yeah!" The hot water showering us goes unnoticed as we add our own heat to the confined space.

You go deeper inside me, plunging, thrusting away. My insides burn deliciously from the friction, as I embrace the sensation of your throbbing cock inside me. Stroking from tip to base, giving me all that you can, the friction makes me feel drunk with pleasure. I dig my fingers into your back and groan passionately as I begin to come. I grab you tighter, kissing you harder, squeezing myself around you. My hot center surrounds your hard shaft, just like my legs surround your waist. I can sense that you are getting closer with each contraction of my inner muscles around your hardness. 

You are so deep now, so hard, so ready, you can't hold back any longer. Your large hands glide wetly down to my ass and hold me tightly against you. Having your hands under me tilts my pelvis towards you, connecting my pulsating cloaked clit with the wet fur on your lower belly. The friction pushes me over the edge, making me hug you with both my arms and my legs mumbling, "oh my God... oh my God... don't stop... baby, don't stop!" 

Several more plunging thrusts from you and then your strong legs tense and shake slightly. You unload a warm sensation within me, pumping your cock deep into me with wild abandon.

The deep moans that escape your lips are so full of pleasure, they make me smile. You breath harshly as you nip at my ear while you gently caress my thighs. You hold me firmly as I gingerly plant my feet on the floor of the shower. I stand up and we languidly rinse ourselves off. 

Shutting off the water, we slowly towel each other dry, caressing one another with the thick, soft terrycloth, in between catching our breath and stealing kisses from each other. You then reach behind the bathroom door and wrap me in a cream-colored robe, and reach behind again for your own robe.

Heading out towards the bed, you lie down and hold the sheet up for me to slip in beside you. I snuggle my head into the open neckline of your robe, your warm chest is my pillow as we fall asleep for the night...or maybe not. 

~FIN~ 



Just For You



I tie you to the bed. Your wrists are tied to the headboard. You have those thigh restraints on, but they are not attached to your wrists. Your ankles will are attached to them so that you knees are bent. Then I tie your ankles to the bed to keep you legs apart. You are also blind folded. You are completely helpless to all of my whims. The will be no way for you to stop what I am going to do to you. Not that you would want to anyway.

Now that you are secured, I let you lay there alone for a while. Your imagination starts to go as you think about what I will do to you. A few minutes seem like an eternity to you.

I stare at your naked body laid out before me. You are absolutely beautiful. Your pale white skin with all those freckles is so cute. I can see you start to blush between your breasts. 

You start to squirm around. Whether from restlessness or from anticipation, I don't know. 

I trace my finger along the underside of your arm. You jump from the surprise. My finger moves down your side, over your hip, crosses to the inside of your thigh on it way to your knee. I start touching you in random places, you stomach, between your breasts, your pubic mound, your arms, your face, everywhere except your breasts and pussy. I love the feel of your skin. It is so soft and smooth.

I whisper into your ear, "How are you doing?"

"Ok," you respond breathlessly.

"That's good, are you comfortable?"

You nod.

"Good, because your going to be here for a while," I laugh sadistically, which makes you squirm all over again.

The first time I touch your breasts you feel my finger on the outer edge of it. I start tracing a slow spiral around it, moving towards the nipple. Your breathing gets heavier the closer I get to the center. Just as my finger touches the outer line of your areola, it stops moving inward. It spins around the nipple, but getting no closer to it. I pull my hand away and start doing the same on the other breast. When I get to the center this time, I give your hardening nipple a quick flick and then pull my hand away.

"You like it when I tease you…don't you?"

You nod you head frantically and croak out a "Yes" in a raspy voice.

You feel something very light touching your left nipple. After a while you realize it is a feather. You arch your back trying to get more friction from the delicate plum, but it doesn't help. It moves back and forth a few times and then moves away.

I leave you lying there a few moments and let you catch your breath. Then I reach over to the nightstand. Your first reaction to the ice cube on your nipple is a cry of shock. Your body starts to move around (as much as it can) but I follow the sensitive bud. I watch as the areola crinkles up as it pushes the nipple up. Your nipples are so beautiful. They are a pale pink that turns darker when I suck on them, which I start to do.

My hot mouth on your cold nipple is a wonderful change of sensation. You cry out now not from surprise but from pleasure as my warm tongue slides across the fridged skin. I suck hard on it and slowly let the nipple slide out of my mouth. It makes a popping sound as it escapes. I give it a couple more licks, and then I move the ice cube over to the other breast. This time I start on the outer edge of your breast and move inward like my finger did just moments before. The melting ice rolls down your side and onto you chest where it pools up. I bend down and lick up the accumulated water. I watch the your nipple get harder and harder the closer I get with the ice. Just as it is about to touch it, I pull the ice away and bring it to your lips. I rub it across your dry lips and then pop it into my mouth. I then kiss you and transfer the ice to you.

I hear you crunch on the ice. Once I am sure that you have swallowed all the water, I grab your right breast with my still cold hand. I rub it around your breast and I can feel your hard nipple poking me in the hand. As I do this I start to suck on your left nipple again. You cry out again at the double assault. I try to suck as much of your large breast into my mouth as my tongue sweeps across the nipple. 

I stop again to let you catch your breath. 

"Having fun?" I ask.

"Mmm-hmm" you say with enthusiasm and still a little breathless. "Are you?"

"Oh I'm having LOOOOTS (I tweak you right nipple) of fun?" Then I giggle maniacally.

My hands are again moving all over you body at random. This time I make sure to touch you breasts and give them a good rub or squeeze ever now and then. 

Now I re-position myself so that I can see between your legs. I love to look at your pussy. Especially when you're this turned on. Your outer lips, which usually cover everything else, start to open a little bit. I take a moment to take in the site and to let you once again catch your breath. 

I take my hand and, starting on your inner thigh just above you knee, bring it down towards you vagina. Just as my hand gets there though, it drops down and goes underneath and brushes over you butt and up the other thigh. I do this several times and sometime change my detour to over your pussy to play with the hair on your pubic mound. 

I reach my hand under you and massage you rear. I love your cute little butt. I never miss a chance to grab it or rub it, even in public. You think it's too small, but I love it. It's a part of you, and I wouldn't want any part of you to change. As I pull my hand away, I pull it towards you pussy and ever so lightly rub it past your opening. I hear an "Oh Yes!" come from you as I do it.

I start to rub it, but only the outer lips. You try to buck your hips up to meet my hand, but you can't move much. 

Then my finger presses its way between your outer lips. You let out a loud moan when my finger touches the entrance to your vagina. You are very turned on indeed. You are so wet and hot down there. I stroke the outer entrance and slowly pull my hand upwards towards your clit. A bolt of electricity hits you when you feel my caress on that super sensitive organ. I slowly rub my finger up and down the inner folds of your pussy. 

I lie back down next to you and take your blindfold off. I love to see your beautiful green eyes when you in such a state of passion like this. 

I start to lick your left nipple while I rub you down there. Suddenly I thrust two fingers into you and suck you nipple into my mouth at the same time. My fingers find you G-spot and start to stroke it. You scream out from the sudden attack of such intense pleasure. I piston my fingers in and out of you, fucking you with my hand. Your screaming raises up an octave.

Then I pull out of you and start to slowly rub you clit again. My finger goes all the way from you clitoral sheath, and down to the entrance of your vagina, and even sometime a little inside. Your breathing slows down again. I do this to you a couple times more.

I can feel your clit getting bigger and your breathing is getting raspier. I ask you if you are getting close, and you answer, "Yes."

I slow down even more. I go so slow that you can't go over the edge. I leave you on this plateau until you are begging me to let you come.

I now take two fingers and quickly circle them around your clit. Your breathing gets heavier and heavier. Suddenly your whole body tenses up and you scream. I bite you hard on the neck. You scream so loud, it hurts my ears. Your eyes stare off into space. You look like you are seeing a vision of Heaven. Your hands clench the bars on the headboard so hard that your knuckles are turning white. 

After you come down from your orgasm, I untie you. You roll over to me and wrap your arms around me. "Oh my god…you've killed me," you say through half opened eyes.

"Just doing my job," I say and kiss you on the top of the head just before you fall asleep.



Just for You



Dream of you that's all you ask of me.

This isn't fair... it isn't right... They say good friends are hard to come by... I've been burned enough to know that's true. I'm a guarded individual... there is just something disarming about you. I should be a good girl and tell you that I'm satisfied with that... I think you'd know I'm lying.

I'm not asking for anything... I know I can't have it. 

I think you're too good to be alone. I also believe some part of me will be jealous of her. We'll be friends... share things... secrets, jokes, stories, and ... Hmmm, there's that damn and. I think that's what gets me. I had the best time today too, talking about everything... nothing. I really could spend all day doing that... and.

I'm not going to pretend like things have changed... they haven't. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, so I hope you don't mind what I'm going to say. If things were different, there wouldn't be an issue. I'd give in to my desire, but things aren't different.

I have a boyfriend, and I love him. You're looking for a girlfriend, and I can't be her. So we'll be friends... I'm glad. I want that too! Whatever else I want from you, know I want your friendship!

That said...

You know what I did today? I lay in my bed thinking of you and ... I know I shouldn't... it's not fair.

I decided I would follow your lead and be as platonic as you choose to be... I owe you that. I'm perfectly capable of that. If I said I didn't want you, I'd be lying!... I do, but I can keep that to myself because we don't have to spend time together... in the same room talking... touching and ...

Mmmm, it's that and that gets me tingly when we talk. My mind wanders to places it shouldn't... I'm sorry... it's not right. I lie in bed and think about things we can't do... I get wet.

I want that feeling that you give me, so I let my mind wander to places it shouldn't go. Mmm... I'm touching myself now, pretending that it's you. I don't have time to draw this out. (sigh) It's just as well, I need this too much to go slow. I put my middle finger in my mouth... out of habit. I told you, I'm already wet.

I discard my panties and the covers too. I shiver as the cool breeze from my open window caresses my bare skin making my nipples hard. No vibrator, no dildo, no toy of any kind... don't need one, I've been waiting to do this since last night.

If you never say another dirty word, I'll still get off thinking of you. I did today... I will tomorrow. My breathing is quick with anticipation of that first touch. I lay on my back and spread my legs. This won't take long I'm too ready. I cup my shaved mound and shiver. My clit's already swollen... this should be good. If you want me to stop I will, but I don't want to... I like it too much.

I'm squirming, aching to start... not yet. It's so much better if I make myself wait. Mmmm, I arch my spine sliding the first finger into my pulsing heat. So hot... you did this to me, gave me the need. Do you want me to stop?

I will if you ask.

Would you stop... I hope not. I wouldn't want you to. I close my eyes and slip in a second finger. Mmmm, I'm squirming now, wondering if your fingers would feel the same. Slowly, I pump them in... out... in... out. 

Aaah! I can scream, there's no one here to know. I'm panting now, wondering if you'd want to hear me scream... would you like to hear me moan? It's not right.

I'll stop if you ask.

I'm moaning now, I can hear myself, small whimpers escaping my throat. You did this to me, made me want you like this. My clit throbs in time with my rapidly pulsing heart... I ignore it... not yet... not yet. My breasts are being neglected. If you were here, would you touch them... lick them? Mmmmm, so good! My fingers are coated sliding in and out with ease. I shouldn't be thinking of you.

I'll stop if you want me to.

My hips buck to meet my fingers thrust. Aaaaaah! I...I'm fucking my own hand, but pretending that it's yours. Would you press deeper? Mmmmm I spread my legs wider and try to reach further. Tell meeee... would you go faster? I quicken my pace pumping into myself rapidly. Oooooooh! I like that... feels so goood! You did this to me... made me want you. I'm being selfish. 

I'll stop if you like.

I'm making noises now. My window's still open... I wonder if my neighbors can hear. Would you care if they could? My eyes are screwed shut. My legs trembling... it won't be long now. I slow down my fingers fevered thrusts. I'm not ready... not yet... not yet. I wonder if you'd let me cum. Would you? My juices are soaking the sheets, I don't care. It's not right.

I'll stop if you ask.

My body is tingling at the thought of your touch. Would you lick me now... use your tongue to clean me up? I'm wetter now, just from the thought of your head between my legs. Ooooooh...y-yeees! Like t-that! I can almost feel you... can you taste me? It's not fair.

I'll stop if you want.

I can't wait any more, I need to cum now! Would you get me off? How? The thought of you excites me and I ache with need. With one hand, I spread myself open. So slick... you did this to me. My hand is shaking. I can hardly wait to touch. My middle finger lightly strokes my swollen nub. Aaaaaaah! My head falls to the side. Would you lick me n-now? So close... so wet. I let my finger rub my tingling clit. Mmmmmmm, sooo g-good! I shouldn't. Do you want me to stop?

I will if you say.

I rub harder... faster. Almost t-there... ooooooooh, mmmmmm! I can't stay still. I slide two fingers inside. I'm pumping. Can you see me? 

Aaaaaah! My hands are covered in my juices... sticky and sweet. Sooooooo close! It's never been this good. Would you be this good, touch me like this? Mmmm... y-yeesss! My bed is squeaking now, I'm humping so hard. I don't care, I need this... I want you. I didn't mean to say it, but I do.

If you tell me to s-stop... mmmm... I will.

I can hear the sloppy sound of my coated fingers slamming into my wet core. Can you hear it? Do you like that? I'm so close now... n-neeeed this!. My finger is moving so fast... abusing my aching nub. Aaaaah... shiiiit! I'm thrashing around now, my release is so close. Can you see me? My legs are spread wide in a shameless display. 

You did this to me... made me need this. Ooooooh... b-baby... mmmmm! This is it! I-I'm... cum... cuummiiiiiiing! My back arches off the bed. My body's thrashing wildly. Can you see me? I scream your name. Can you hear me? Do you like that? My chest is heaving as I come back down. My finger is still stroking my clit... slowly... gently, prolonging the sweet tingle of my orgasm. 

You did this to me. Made me want you, though I can't have you. I want to cum for you... I just did. My thighs are sticky... my sheets are soaked. I don't care. Do you? It's not right... it's not fair. Do you want me to stop?.

I can't... don't ask me to.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you. You didn't need to know... It's not fair... I want you to know how hot I am for you... how bad I want you... touching me... licking me... watching me cum just for you.



Just for You



He looked at her sitting there content with her book. He had a ton of paperwork he needed to be doing, but couldn't keep his mind on it, away from her long legs curled up under her, or his mind out of his crotch. His balls tightened every time he looked at her. Fuck, he thought, I should have stayed home.

He shifted in the usually comfortable office chair, reached down to adjust his balls, and loaded another email. He tried to read it, he really did, but the words seemed to be screaming at him to go take her, and do what he wanted. He wanted it so badly, even though they had had hot sex this morning. He got hard just remembering how she sucked and fucked him, it was better than the now tepid cup of coffee in front of him.

Giving up all thought of working he turned in the chair, and stood up. He walked over to where she sat reading and took her book laying it down on the table next to her. He leaned down and kissed her, his hand holding the back of her head right where he wanted it.

Her hand slid down his arm and tightened on his wrist. She moved his hand to her breast, then moved hers to his crotch. She rubbed through his pants, loving the way his erection started to grow just by her touch. He told her to move over, he wanted this his way, slow and easy. He had already given in to her this morning.

Yes, he was already hard, and his cock seriously wanted deep inside her. He was more patient. He laid behind her on the couch, the fingers of one hand playing with her hard nipple, the other hand stroking her ass. His mouth slid over her neck just missing on purpose the one spot on her neck that would have caused an instant orgasm. He was taking great pleasure in her squirming.

She loved the way his hands felt on her, warm and strong. She loved the way his erection pushed against her ass. She loved the way he held her. He was teasing her, That was driving her crazy. She knew what he could do for her with those hands, and that mouth, so hot and wet. She knew the orgasm that waited, and it drove her crazy when he teased her.

She pushed back into him with her ass. Her hand tried to move his from her hip to her throbbing. He wasn't going to let her have her way this time. He told her to stop, or he would. He slid his hand under her top, loving the way her soft skin felt. He played with the small jewel in her belly button. Something strangely alluring about a woman of a certain age having a belly button piercing.

Her already throbbing clit jumped while he played with her jewel. She squirmed more, Her ass moved against him in an effort to relieve the throbbing, but it just made things worse. She wanted his fingers there, instead of teasing her belly button. She took a deep breath, a gasp really, when his mouth moved to just below her ear. She purred deep in her throat as his hand moved a little lower, his fingers edging under the black silk of her panties. He stroked just at the top of her mound, her closely trimmed bush of blond curls.

A whimper escaped her as his mouth moved lower towards that pulse that was now a sure sign of her arousal. He was so close, yet still just far enough away to make her crazy. She was almost where he wanted her. He loved working her into a fever pitch, it made the orgasms they shared even deeper. He pulled his hand back out of her panties, and with both hands took hold of the hem of her top, and pulled it off her with one swift move.

After he tossed her top to the floor his hands stroked down her arms, brushing her arm pits. He used the back of both hands to stroke the sides of her breasts, then took them in his hands. He squeezed, then pinched her nipples with his fingers. He held her there for a minute, rolling her nipples, then he rolled on top of her, pressing his throbbing cock into her. 

His mouth finally kissed that pulse just above her collar bone, and she began to shudder with the beginnings of an orgasm. He licked his way down her chest to her nipples, taking them one at a time, in his mouth, sucking hard as she ground her hips up into him.

He moved her so he could kneel between her legs as he licked his way down to her belly button. She was squirming even more now. She lifted her leg up over his shoulder as her nails scored those shoulders. He licked still lower and found the small blue butterfly on her hip. She gasped again as her hips thrust up into his chest rubbing her hot pussy into his chest.

His fingers took hold of the panties she still had on, his mouth finally touching her clit through the silk. She wanted, needed, his wet mouth on her throbbing. He eased the panties lower, slowly licking his way to where they both wanted to be. He stopped then and raised his head to look at her. Her hands were on his shoulders, nails digging in as he made his way lower oh so slowly, begging with her grip for him to give her the release she knew he could, but with his admonition she didn't dare push too hard.

She raised her head to see why he had stopped, gasping for breath, almost crying at his teasing. He grinned at her and asked if she was ready. Oh my stars, you're Kidding, right? She asked him in a shaky breathless voice. He pulled her panties down and looked at her beautiful pussy. He loved how she kept it tightly trimmed. His fingers spread her lips so he could look at her wet opening. He flicked her throbbing clit with his thumb, and almost laughed as she moaned.

His fingers spread her lips wide, and finally gave in to the need he knew they both felt and stroked his tongue from the base of her hot wetness until he was at the top of her clit, then took it deep in his mouth. As she began to shake he slid two fingers into her tight, wet pussy.

It was her undoing. She came apart, her legs over his shoulders went rigid with it. He began to pump his fingers into her as her orgasm climbed higher. Longer and longer he held her in the grip of the orgasm, He had her screaming his name, her hands grasping at him, looking for something to hold on to, not wanting to let go of the orgasm he was giving her. One, two more thrusts then he held still as her orgasm peaked. As she slowly came down from the rock my world feeling he pulled his fingers out of her and licked them before drawing them down to play with her ass. Then he backed up to let his straining erection out.

He pulled her ass to the edge of the couch, and holding his rock hard cock where his fingers had so recently been. His hands held her thighs, and he smiled as she attempted the maneuver to force him into her. Even after such an orgasm she was ready for more. She was always ready for more. It was one of the things he enjoyed most about her.

He thrust into her, and held as she adjusted to him. Her eyes flew open as he began to rock. Her hands covered his as he started the rhythm that was like a primal drum beat only they could hear. Harder and harder he rocked them, higher and higher they rode each other.

He was there, and so was she. This was what he wanted most, the tandem of their shared orgasm. He let go of his cum to spill into her cum. He pulled her tight against him as the last of it shuddered out of him. He collapsed onto her listening to her heart pound, her breath slowly slowing to normal.

He kicked his pants off and went back behind her where they had started. He pulled her back to him, and held her close. His one hand holding her breast, the other on her hip. She purred in contentment as they settled into the easy way they enjoyed each other deepened with each time they shared in the joy of it. 



Just For You



I'm at your house, in your room. I'm wearing a too-small pencil skirt that hugs my ass just right and a crop tank top that shows just my tummy and bellybutton ring poking out over the top of the skirt. As I plop down on your bed, you look at me at just the right angle to see my cleavage jiggle just slightly in my push-up bra. With a cute little sign I lay down on my stomach, just like a always do, in my favorite position. you can't take your eyes off my ass, sloping from the deep arch in my back, protruding from the too-small skirt that's incidentally revealing the bottom of my cheeks. 

You climb on the bed after me, still gazing at the curvy body in front of you. You place your knees on the bed outside of my thighs and run your hands down my sides, tracing the hourglass curves of my waist to my hips. I turn around, look at you and giggle. You see the lust in my eyes as I look you up and down, and can't help but know what I'm thinking. You can do whatever you want to me, they say, as your strong hands linger on my mesmerizing hips. 

I look you dead in your bright green eyes, and in one swift motion you give my ass a firm squeeze, grab my waist and flip me over. I prop myself up on my arms, leaving just inches in-between our eager bodies. I tilt my chin up towards you and let my plump, supple lips just barely brush against yours. After a moment I smirk and retreat my head back to its original position. You smile back, and in a playful frustration grab my arms and pin me to your bed. Still smirking, I bite my lip as my eyes still speak to you. What are you gonna do? they beg in an innocent, playful fashion. 

With your hands resting on my flirty hips, you ever so slightly dig your fingertips into the bit of skin showing over my skirt and lean into kiss me. As I reach out to meet your lips, you stop just short and torture me as I did you. You watch my eyes open with the desire for your touch, and slip your hands up my shirt. Smoothly, you slide off the tank top, revealing a lacy red bra showing off my perky tits. As you lean down and sensually kiss the top of my breast that's being pushed up from my bra, you feel tiny goosebumps form on my soft skin. Next you grab the top of my skin tight skirt. You start to slide it down, and as the skirt comes off, my can feel the relief of my soft, round ass cheeks popping out over it. 

As you throw my skirt on the floor, a sleeve you cut off from a shirt catches your eye. You rip it so it's one strip of cloth and straddle me on the bed again. I see the cloth and smile; without losing eye contact with me, you grab my wrists together in one hand and tighten the t-shirt sleeve around them. I lay there in anticipation while you tie me up.

You wink at me, and I get warm chills down my body. I wiggle my little body underneath your strong stance above me and search for words to say, but my mind comes to a stand still when I meet your piercing gaze. You give my thighs a playful squeeze and walk your fingers up my tan, summer skin, over my stomach towards my tits, then veer off to my back. Without effort, you unhook my bra and slide it to my tied-up hands. Your hands return to my hips and squeeze me as you give my left nipple a little lick, then a kiss, mirroring the same on the other side. Next, you kiss me slowly, making your way down the center of my stomach, smiling in between kisses, feeling my abs slightly tense up as I giggle and wiggle on your big, comfy bed.

You pass my bellybutton, loop your fingers under each side of my lacy, red g-string, and the grab top in between your teeth. Our eyes meet and I can't help but smile and tilt my head back, doing my very best to contain my lust for you. After pulling down my panties you grasp my inner thighs and spread my legs, running your finger on the lips of my soft pussy, gently working your way in between, realizing how wet I already am. You can't help but smirk at how much you turn me on, and feel the need to pleasure me even further. You slide you finger into soaking wet V, slide it out, and slip in another. At the same time your tongue caresses my clit, and you hear me try to hold in a moan.

I'm so turned on, every nerve in my body shudders as I try to get my wrists apart without success. With your fingers you continue press against the spot, MY spot you know all too well. My body clenches up while I let out another moan. Too much, it feels too good. I sit up and look you in the eyes. You take off your shirt to reveal the big, tanned body I see in my dreams. Next go your shorts, then your boxers. I take my tied hands and throw them over your shoulders, straddling you in the process. You take your already hard dick and slide it into my waiting pussy. I let out a loud moan and savor that first moment of penetration, that moment when it hurts so good. 

You see at this moment that I am yours, all yours, and in this moment I would do anything for you, because no one else could ever make me feel so good. You take my arms off your shoulders and pin me down again, your overpowering strength taking my breath away as I wait for your next move. You get close to my face and tease me with your lips, making me fight for a kiss. With one hand you play with my clit, with the other you hold me down. It's torture, and I love it. It only make me want you more. You grasp your cock and caress the outside of my V with it, and you know all I want you to do it to put it in. 

"Do you want it?" you ask with a smirk.

"Yes," I reply quietly, almost out of breath from being so turned on. Then I shoot you a longing look and add, "don't make me beg."

Seeing that lust in my gaze makes you go crazy, and you slide in your dick into my tight, awaiting pussy with total ease.

At this point I can only moan in pleasure while you pound me as hard as you can. You're in total control of my body and you know it. Suddenly, you flip me over in just a single motion and put me in doggy position. You give my ass a slap and watch my cheeks jiggle. Before they can stop you grab a handful of each, feel my pussy again, and slide your cock back into me. I can't stop moaning as you slam me from behind. You spank me and I scream your name, you spank me harder and I scream again. You grab my hair and tilt my head back while you continue to thrust, harder and harder. 

You flip me over one more time, and again we lock eyes. As you lean down and passionately kiss me, you untie my bounds. I grab your broad, rippling shoulders and pull you close to me while you ready yourself to reenter, my soft skin touching yours. You slide in slowly, watching me feel your every move inside. With each pump you thrust back in harder, then grab my legs and put them on your shoulders. In this position I can barely handle it; I'm screaming your name and digging my nails deep into your muscly back. My flexibility allows you to still have your body close to mine, our chests touching between my open legs. Harder, harder, harder, in between gasps, I say out of breath, "I want you to come in me."

Between your skin against mine, my loud moans of pleasure, and incredible feeling of being in a tight, dripping pussy, you comply. I feel your body tense up, then relax, followed by the warm sensation inside me. I wrap my arms around your sweaty shoulders and pull you in close to me, laying a passionate, sensual kiss on your irresistible lips. You hand me a nearby towel, put on your boxers, and within the next couple of minutes, our exhausted, satisfied bodies are wrapped around each other once again, underneath your big, grey comforter. With your arm resting on you waist and your hand on my tummy, you pull me in close, feeling my perfect ass fit perfectly into the space between us. Eventually, I drift into sleep to your strong, steady heartbeat, and we dream of each other in total happiness.



Just For You



I'm standing nervously in the dining room waiting for you to walk in from work. I have on my highest heels and nothing else. I've never done this before, but I know how hard you've been working lately and I think this is just what you need to relax. I hear the truck door slam shut and I get excited and wet, I know you'll love this but I'm still nervous. 

You walk in and don't notice me until you close the door behind you and look up. "Well," is all you say as you stare at me wide-eyed. "This is a surprise." 

I giggle and start walking towards you, kicking my heels off in each direction. "Do you like?" I wrap my arms around you and kiss you hard and passionately. 

You moan against my lips and smile down at me, "I do like, and you know I think this is exactly what I need." You grab my ass cheeks and part them as you squeeze and pull up on them. 

We kiss a bit more, I suck your tongue into my mouth and you tease me by showing me just what you would do in other places with that talented tongue of yours. You squeeze my breasts as we kiss, pinching and flicking my nipples every once in a while, causing me to moan against your mouth and arch my back. I can't take it any more, I want to jump you right here and now but I know I have to be patient. 

I take you by the hand and lead you up the stairs to the bedroom and I close the door behind us. You're looking at me with such passion, I know you're ready for me and I am more than ready for you. We start kissing again and this time you kiss your way down my neck, kissing my collar bone and down to my breasts. You suck my nipples and I can feel your teeth on my hard sensitive nipples. I can feel you playing with my nipple ring and it hits against your teeth and my mind is swimming in pleasure. But I have to focus. 

"You have too much clothes on," I tell you with a sly grin as I look down at you. 

You give my breast and nipple one last hard suck and look up at me. "Oh really," you smile at me. "Maybe you should help me take them off."

I am more than happy to help you out of your clothes, I start with your belt undoing it but not taking it off. I am so eager to get you out of your pants I move right to the button and let them fall away. You kick them off and they land in a pile on the floor. I go to your shirt and I'm careful with all the buttons even though I want to tear it off of you. Finally, the shirt comes off and it joins your pants in the corner and is soon followed by the undershirt you're wearing. You're down to just underwear and I wait to take those off, looking your body over. I love your body, just looking at you makes me wet and I rub my thighs together. 

You notice me fidgeting and smile at me, "You like what you see?" I nod but I'm sure you know how much I love your body without the confirmation. 

You pull my hair a little, making my head lean back and you start kissing me as you run your fingers through my hair and I do the same. Once we breath the kiss, we're left breathless and you look down at me with lust filled eyes. You don't say a word, just push me onto the bed and watch me as I push myself up a little on the bed and spread my legs. You look down at me and the way you look at me makes me feel beautiful, which isn't easy to do. You climb on the bed and push my legs wider so you can get between them. 

"Just relax," you tell me, knowing that I worry about everything, all the time. 

I lay down and close my eyes, knowing this is going to feel amazing and yet still worrying about the little things. You start by kissing my inner thigh and move in towards my pussy but than stop and do the same on the other leg. You're such a tease, but I know it's worth the wait. You start licking my pussy lips and I shiver in anticipation. You push my legs up higher until they are over your head and wide apart. You part my lips and finally touch my clit. You just flick it with my tongue but even that sends waves of pleasure through me. You tease me a little more and than finally suck my clit into your mouth. I moan and and my hands grip the sheets, I can tell already I won't last long. You lick up and down my slit and than plunge your tongue into my soaking wet hole. I gasp and my hips jerk loving the feel of your tongue and you start playing with my clit with your fingers. 

You leave me panting and moaning while I wither in pleasure. "I'm going to cum soon." 

You come back to my clit and start fingering my pussy just enough to get your fingers wet and than shove them into my ass as you suck hard on my clit and flick it with your tongue in your mouth. I cum hard, moaning and panting out your name, repeating, "Oh God" over and over. You keep licking until my orgasm is done and even then you lick up and down my slit a few times.

You crawl up my body and kiss me and I can taste my pussy juices off of your lips and as I suck on your tongue. "My turn," I smile up at you and I can't wait to have your cock in my mouth. 

You lay down on the pillows and I straddle your legs and look up at you, licking my lips. You're hard already but I use my hand to pump your cock as I suck your balls into my mouth and run my tongue over each of them individually. I love sucking your balls, I love popping them in my mouth and playing with them with my tongue. But I move on and lick up the shaft of your cock right to the head and flick it playfully before sucking it into my mouth. I can taste pre-cum as I lick the tip and suck away. I hear you moan and softly say, "Oh God," under your breath and I look up to see your eyes roll. Slowly I slide my lips down lower on your cock and take more and more into my mouth. I try to take as much of your cock as I can and gag slightly but keep trying. Each time I pull up right to the head of your cock and suck down as far as I can. I can hear you panting and moaning and I know I have to stop soon or I'll get a mouth full of cum. But I don't really want to stop. 

Reluctantly, I lick up your cock and suck the head hard before smiling up at you and winking. I crawl up your body and kiss you gently at first and than with more passion. My breasts are hanging above your chest and I start to slowly grind my pussy up and down. You start playing with my breasts, pinching my nipples and it makes my pussy gush. 

"I want you inside me so bad right now," I whisper to you and I look down at you. 

You smile up at me and run your hands up and down my hips, "Is that so."

I nod and grind against you harder, "My soaking wet pussy is ready for you."

You smile and sit up slightly, open the draw under the bed and pull out a condom. "I'll do my job, you do yours," you smile as you send the wrap to the floor and roll the condom onto your dick. 

I giggle and look up at you, playing innocent. "And what exactly is my job?"

You spank my ass and smile up at me, "To ride my cock and cum hard for me."

I hold your cock and slowly lower my tight pussy onto it. It hurts at first but it feels so good, and as I take more and more into my wet hole. My pussy grips your cock tight and I know it won't be long before we both orgasm. Slowly, I move up and down your stiff dick and bite my lip when I feel like I'm moaning and panting too loud. You're hands are running up and down my sides, stopping to play with my breasts every once in a while. I lean over and kiss you as we fuck and soon I can't help myself. I cum hard on your cock and it causes you to cum hard too. Once I catch my breath and my body stops spasming, I move down to your cock, peel the condom off and throw it in the garbage and I suck your cock clean.



Just for You



I saw you sitting in the corner. Up until this point, I was fine. No butterflies, no uneasy feeling . . . but now, well now I was debating running back to my car. What kind of girl does something like this? Meet a complete stranger. There were no strings attached, but the thought of something potentially happening frightened me a bit. Decent girls don’t do this. 

I approached you, trying to appear as brazen as possible. I wanted to appear as though nothing frightened me and I can handle myself. To others, I assume I looked like a clumsy little girl, walking in high heels, playing grown up. I had on my full-length kaki skirt, with slits up both sides. The slits came to right above my knees. A simple red shirt, which had a slimming effect. And of course, the black high heels. The high heels that no one could forget. These shoes always caught people’s attention. I don’t have a foot fetish, but God help those who do when I walk into a room with these shoes. Originally signifying marriage in my culture, but now considered an accessory, I wore a silver toe ring on each of my second toes. Normally I would wear my anklets, but today I wanted to remain distant and quiet, just in case. A watch garnished one arm, but the other was bare. I enjoy wearing rings, but wear them with modesty. Gold is the preference today, and so I wore three, each with their own assortment of colored stones. On my ears, I put in pair of simple diamonds, set in gold. My hair is neatly combed, and left hanging, for others to admire. I took special care of it today and made sure it was soft and silky, just for you, in case you run your hands through it. My eyes . . . oh, my eyes are my best feature. It’s the only part of me you have seen to date. Maybe you’ll be able to recognize me by my eyes alone, and the nose pin that sparkled from my nose.

You’re sitting there calmly, drinking red wine and looking around. You are dressed nicely. Black slacks and a white collared shirt. Casual and comfortable. You look calm and collected, but are you nervous? I’m walking, closer and closer. You haven’t looked up yet. I take another couple of steps. You look up and catch my eye. You know it’s me. There’s no need for introduction. We already know who we are. You stand kindly and pull out my chair. You surprise me also by kissing my cheek. Nothing was meant of it, and it was gentle enough to not arouse suspicion. We are seated. 

Neither of knows how to begin. All this time we had talked about sex and other raunchy sex acts. That too, on the computer. We haven’t even spoken much on the phone. We begin with small talk . . . the weather, the area, your trip, etc. To ease the tension a bit, I put my hand on yours, softly. We continue talking, but you seem a bit stumbled. Now I feel like I have the upper hand. I can make the moves now if I want . . . or don’t want. The talk remains neutral. Interesting, but not sexually driven, as always. It’s good, because I know can just talk to you if I want. However, that’s not what I want. I want to feel your lips. 

I get up to excuse myself, but as I do so, I lean into you and let you look deep into my eyes, and rise slowly. When I get back, you’re drinking the red wine, not sipping it. A sign of nervousness. I come up behind you and whisper in your left ear, “Let’s go to your room. We’ll be more comfortable.” Not that you would have know, but I still wasn’t sure about having sex with you, and that’s not what I meant by my comment. 

We walk towards the elevators, and I can feel your eyes on my ass, swaying back and forth. You walk next to me, and I link my hand through your arm. We’re not holding hands, but the contact of my hand on your arm has me excited. In the elevator, you stand in front of me gazing deep into my eyes, as if waiting for approval to kiss my lips. I look at you with that glint, as to say, “Not so fast, silly.”

We get off on your floor and walk towards your room. Now your hand is on my lower back, so close to my ass. We’re still engaged in idle chitchat, both of us knowing damn well what we want, but fearing we may not get it. You unlock the door and we step in. The butterflies are back with a vengeance. 

Once inside you turn to me and say, “Do I at least get a kiss?” This was unusual for me. No one has ever asked me for a kiss, but has just taken it. 

I play along and whisper, “You can have a kiss anywhere on my body.” 

You stand back from me. Gazing, up and down, trying to make your decision. With an impish smile on your face, I know you’ve made your decision. You are looking at my pussy. Without fuss, I undress completely to allow you access to my pussy. I undress completely, partly to tease you. I want you to see everything else you may not get to kiss. I lay on the bed, legs spread and you go to my pussy and French kiss it. We haven’t even kissed passionately on the lips, but I’ve allowed you, someone whom I hardly know, to kiss my pussy. I felt so good. It’s been awhile since anyone has kissed me down there. 

You stand away. I look mortified. I want more, but you’re only complying with what I said earlier. So I tell you, “I want you. I want you on top of me. In me. Behind me. On that chair. Against that wall. In this bed.” All the while, I was pointing to various places in the room. 

You began undressing. As you did, I reminded you of what a selfish person I can be. You just smiled. You already knew. But you didn’t care. 

“Where shall I start with you, my beautiful angel?” you asked. 

“Just make love to me. I want you to fuck me, but make love to me as well. Like you would if you were in love with me,” I replied.

You came and lay next to me in bed, while I lie on my back. You played with my nipples, making them erect. You traced your fingers up and down, from my breasts to right below my navel. It tickled. You then kissed me on my stomach. Slowly kissing it, you worked your way on top of me to gain better access to my breasts. You continue planting soft kisses on stomach and breasts. Without realizing it, I was crying. Not profusely, but single tears pouring from me. It hurt that this wouldn’t be permanent. I didn’t want a relationship with you, but I wanted one with someone. It hurt that someone I didn’t want in that manner, took the time to make me beautiful. You kissed my tears away, and looked at me whispering, “Are you ok?” 

“Yes,” I reply. “I couldn’t be better.” 

So you continue. The kisses are nice and they calm me down. You come back up occasionally to receive a kiss from me. We kiss deeply, and passionately. Your lips feel amazing. Your touch runs through my spine. I can feel a tingle traveling from my toes to neck. 

You scoot down, take my leg in your hand and kiss my calf. You kiss the backside of my knee. Licking it gently and kissing deeply, leaving your mark. It hurt, but felt exciting, as well. Your lips worked their way up my thigh, and the higher you went the more intense I felt inside. You moved closer to my pussy. You kissed the area between my thigh and pussy lips. 

“How do you like this?” you asked. 

“I’ve never felt these kinds of kisses” I reply.

You lay on top of me with a look in your eyes, as if to ask, “May I?”

I respond to your eyes with a kiss. With our lips intertwined, you push inside me. I let out a soft moan. You lay there and let me adjust to the feeling. I could feel you inside me. You hugged me and pushed further in. 

“Ahhhhhhh,” I cried out. Not in pain, but in utter pleasure.

You’re kissing my neck and face as you thrust yourself into me, over and over again. You’d push hard all the way in, and then pull out slowly, letting the insides of me savor the feeling. I wrapped my legs around you and hold you inside me. You sat up a little bit. There was a devilish grin on your face. 

“I’m going to make you scream like you’ve never screamed before.” you said. 

“Make me scream? Are you sure you can do that?” I replied.

This provoked you, but in a playful manner. We knew that whatever angst I was feeling was over. I was comfortable with you, and wanted to play. Still deep inside me, you put my arm above my head and pinned them down. You began sliding your body and each time you came up you thrust into me hard. Your eyes remained fixed on mine. You were taunting me. I tried to meet each one of your thrusts, but your hips pounded into mine and pinned me to the bed. You rolled over onto your back, still embedded in me, so I was now on top. You grabbed my hips and began guiding me up and down on your cock. Sliding up and down, slamming me onto you. Just as I was about to orgasm, you lifted me off. 

“You tease. Why would you do that?” I said,

“I told you. I’m going to make you scream, not just come.” you replied, devilishly. 

You quickly flipped me onto my stomach and fingered me from behind. You had two fingers pushing into me, finding that spot. As your fingers were grinding into me, you leaned in and kissed my back . . . up and down my spine. I was close once again, from all the sensations all over my body, but you stopped. “What a God damn tease,” I thought to myself. You kneeled at the foot of the bed, grabbed me by the ankles and yanked me down. You were up to something, I thought. I was highly aroused. 

You picked me up off the bed and walked me back into a wall. I bumped into the wall, and your lips slid down my body, until you got to my dripping wet pussy. I spread my legs and you licked me. Your hands were massaging my ass, as you licked my pussy. My legs were getting weak. I was so overwhelmed and aroused, that I could barely stand up. 

You worked your way back up to me, kissing my stomach along the way. Planting kisses everywhere. You got to my lips, and I was panting and breathing heavily. You kissed me again, and as you did, you lifted my legs, wrapped them around you and pushed into me, all at the same time. You started pounding away at me with a fury. My ass kept hitting the wall, but it felt so good. This time you didn’t stop. You kept it up, slamming me again and again. I tense up and scream with pleasure. I’m still panting and trying to catch my breath as you push into me one last time and come. 

As we calm down, you let me down, and continue to look into me. Not just into my eyes, but into me. 



Just For You



You've had a hard day at work. As you walk in the door you start to hear sounds coming from upstairs.. you follow. The sounds lead you to my bedroom. You open the door to find me laying on the bed with my legs wide and my pussy looking you right in the face. I notice you opening the door but I don't stop - it feels too good. 

You walk in and sit on the chair across from me, I turn and sit facing you. I can see your cock straining to get out of your pants. You start to rub your cock through your pants and notice the grin on my face. Nothing is said. I open my legs wider to give you a better look. You pull the chair closer to the bed and reach out your hand to touch me, but I stop you. No touching. You sit back in the chair and undo your pants, your cock is rock hard and already leaking. 

I lick my lips, smile, and let out a soft moan. The feeling is starting to get the best of me and you can tell. You motion me to get closer to the edge of the bed, you move closer also. Your eyes are fixed on my fingers as you try to match the rhythm of my motion. In and out, up and down, faster, then slower. Your cock is just inches from me and knowing you can't put it inside me makes you ache, but it makes your cock grow harder than its ever been - knowing that I'm touching myself just for you...

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Just For You



I know you're waiting for me. Even as I come through the door, I can feel you. 

I don't make you wait. I'm as excited as you are. So I drop my briefcase and purse in the foyer and hurry into the bedroom, pausing only to remove a scrap of material from my briefcase.

Once I cross the threshold, I pause. You're sitting in the chair by the window. You've closed the curtains and you're waiting, waiting for me. And I smile, knowing that I've got a special gift just for you.

I stroll into the room, and cross to where you're sitting. I kneel in front of you and run my hands up your legs. You're already naked and hard and throbbing, and I can't resist kissing your cock. Slipping it past my lips, into my wet mouth, all the way into my throat. I only do this for a minute or so; though I love everything about your cock, I want you to last for a while yet. I've got a surprise.

I smile up at you, and wrap that scrap I'm carrying in my hand around your cock. It hardly covers you, because you are so long and thick, but it does make you smile. You recognize them as the panties I put on this morning; they are still warm from my body. I stroke you, sliding the smooth material up and down, up and down your cock. I do it to see the pleasure on your face, and you don't disappoint me. 

You start to reach for me, but I pull back and stand. My hands coming up to remove my blazer, then slowly unbuttoning my blouse. I like undressing for you. I toss the shirt to the side, and move to unzip my skirt. I'm so excited, I have been all day. I'm about to see your reaction to my surprise.

To tease you and me, I turn around, bending to give you a good look at my ass as the skirt falls down my legs. I undo the clasp on my bra, and turn so you can see me, holding the material against my breasts for a minute before letting that drop, too.

I can see your gaze drift down to my panties. They are unfamiliar, but I just picked them up from the store. You ask if they are new and I explained I had them made…just for you. 

I step closer, knowing you can see the wet spot between my legs. The panties are a soft pink, and made out of filmy, silky material that cuts high up in the back. They are closer to skimpy shorts than the traditional bikinis I usually favor; my firm ass cheeks peek out the bottom. 

As I stand in front of you, you don't notice anything out of the ordinary, until I open my legs, settling one foot on the arm of the chair. There, in the crotch of my new panties, you see a horizontal seam that's gaping just a little. Your finger lifts to touch, and you notice it's a slit. I take hold of your hand and guide your fingers to the top part. I slide them just under the material and explain there's an extra layer on these panties, front and back, a pocket of sorts. Your fingers are now surrounded by the material on all sides. I'm watching your face so I see when you fully understand the significance. 

I lean forward a little, and slide my fingers into the panties' slit and then into my pussy. I tease my clit with my thumb as I finger myself, smiling as I see you watching me. Your fingers stroke my mound as well, dipping into my opening to join my own. I hear your intake of breath as you feel how wet I am; I'm almost dripping down your hand.

You grip my hips tightly, guiding me to kneel above you, one knee on each of the wide arms of the chair. You lean forward to lick me, running your tongue over and under my panties, pressing the smooth material into my wet folds. I'm growing hotter just watching you kiss my pussy. You tease me over and over by dipping your tongue into my depths. I'm gripping the top of the chair, moaning softly. 

I finally can't take it anymore and settle on your lap. I throw the old panties aside, and arrange your hard cock in the pocket. The material was designed to stretch only a little, so I know your cock is fitted on the inside. I watch your face as I start to ride you, feel as the sensations I'm giving you makes you throb harder. 

I know you can feel my heat and wetness surrounding you; I had been wet all day thinking of this moment, and even though I put these panties on in the store just a little while ago, they are soaked through. 

Your cock pushes against my clit repeatedly, and I can feel my orgasm coming. I sit up further and push your cock deep into my pussy. You thrust upwards as I sink downwards and I can't help my cries of pleasure. Your hands are rubbing me all over, my breasts, my hips, my ass, and I can't take it anymore; I cum all over your wonderful cock, the orgasm so intense I can't catch my breath for a few minutes.

You are so patient, you let me ride it out, but soon I feel you throb deep inside me and I know you are not far off from cumming yourself. I rise again, readjusting you so you are once again sliding in that specially made pocket. I'm riding you quickly now, asking how you like my surprise. How it feels for you. You don't answer; you can't. You're cumming for me, cumming all over my panties, my pussy. The whole scene is so erotic, and you're brushing against my clit again as your cock jerks. I cum again. 

Afterwards, your arms encircles me, and I rest against you, kissing along your neck. Softly, so softly, I whisper in your ear that if you liked these panties, I have a few more designs and textures for you to try out. 



Just For You



To the readers who've sent me countless emails that have brought me so much pleasure, with their sincerity, wisdom, honest sexuality, constructive criticism and help me every day to learn more about my own sexuality. 

To the readers who challenge me without knowing it and to the readers who just like to share the odd laugh with me. For the readers who care to know the "real" me I send you this. It's all me, nothing more, nothing less. 

You've asked me what my desire are, my fantasies? My stories will tell you better than I can what turns me on, but in this particular case, here is what I will call close to the perfect afternoon fuck (my favourite time of day ;-) for one simple reason: it's raw, unscripted, what I felt I said, what I wanted, I demanded, and when I came, I gave you all of me, and that's exactly how I like my sex. A primal, spontaneous celebration of passion.

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Just For You Daddy



Dominick is a fifty-eight year old widowed male. He lives with his eighteen year old step-daughter Mandy. Ever since his wife Eve died his secret desire about wanting to have sex with Mandy has turned into a full blown obsession. Her jet black hair, piercing blue eyes and petite curvy body has fueled many of his late night stroke sessions. 

At first he was content with just fantasizing about what the two of them could do, if such a thing wasn't taboo. Now, he wanted to do more than just view an image in his mind. He needed to feel his lips on hers as his fingers caressed her naked body. All day long he has been contemplating his next move. Maybe he could give her a massage; after all she is always complaining how her back aches after working. His hand would slip and caress her breast. He feels his cock stirring and decides to give that idea a try. He would fix her favorite dinner that way she wouldn't have to fuss about supper. 

When Mandy arrives home from work her step-Dad had supper already prepared and was adding the finishing touches to the table. When he hears her come through the door and telling him she is home, he shouts from the kitchen, "Put your things in your room and come join me for dinner honey."

She goes to her room where she hangs up her coat, kicks off her shoes, places her purse on the bed, and walked barefoot into the kitchen. 

She looks at the table and says, "Well now, this is a nice surprise. What did I forget, is today a special day?" 

Her step-Dad smiles and chirps, "No, you didn't forget anything. Since you work so hard, I decided to do fix your favorite meal for you tonight. Pull up a chair honey, while I pour your coffee."

Her eyes twinkled in delight and she purrs, "Aww Dad, you're the best. I'm starved." Mandy takes a sip of coffee and rubs the back of her neck and shoulders.

Her step-Dad sits down, takes a sip of his coffee, and asks, "Honey, is your back bothering you again?"

"Yes, I had a long day. I hate working with too many Chiefs and not enough Indians," she chucks. 

"Aww, I'm sorry honey. Hey I have an idea, how about I give you one of my fabulous massages after supper? It might help you feel better," he lies to her.

She grins and purrs, "That will be nice, shall I come to your room, or will you come to mine?"

His eyes light up and his cock twitches, "Why don't you get all comfy and put on your robe and I will come to your room."

Mandy takes a bite of roast beef and murmurs, "Mmm delicious, just the way I like it." Then giggles, "Step-Dad if I remember, your massages always put me to sleep."

"Well that is what they are for baby, to relax you so you can sleep. I do hope you don't mind just wearing your robe, it's impossible to give a good back rub with clothes on."

She blushed and replied, "Aww Dad, that doesn't bother me, after all we are adults." 

In the back of her mind she wonders what he would do if she told him that a massage makes her horny as hell. She decides not to say anything, yet.

After supper Mandy helps with the dishes and then says, "How about meeting me in my room, Dad, in thirty minutes. That will give me time to change into my robe."

He winks and moves so she doesn't see the bulge in his pants. "Sure honey, that will give me time to put the cat out and get the lotion and stuff I need. See you in a few minutes." 

Oh God, he wants to shout, 'Can I wear a robe too and make it a naked massage', but he dared not, it might scare her off. He will, however, tell her he put on his shorts and t-shirt so he wouldn't get oil on his clothes.

While Mandy was taking her clothes off, she could not help but think of what could happen during or after the massage. You see for a long time now, she has fantasized about having sex with her step-Dad. After all he is quite handsome and she prefers older men. She had seen him naked once when he left the shower door open and that image stimulated many of her masturbation sessions. 

In her fantasy, her daddy was giving her a massage; they are both were naked, which goes from a simple back rub to a hot fuck.  Her nipples hardened against the terrycloth fabric of her robe and she feels her pussy hairs moisten with desire. 

In the back of her mind she wonders, "Oh God, dare I, could I! Ooooooh yeah, I think I shall try and make him put his cock in me tonight!" 

She sits on the bed and makes sure her cleavage shows clear to her nipples and spreads her legs slightly, knowing that every red blooded male couldn't resist this temptation.

His heart is racing ninety miles and hour when he walks down the hallway to Mandy's room. When he comes to her door, he swallows hard, readjusts his dick, and taps on the door. "Are you ready for me honey?"

Mandy licks her lips, tries to remain calm and replies, "Sure Dad, come on in." 

When he enters, there she is in her short pink robe sitting on the bed. Her legs are parted, he swears he sees a glimpse of her cunt. The top is open just enough to show an ample amount of cleavage. 

"Oooooh God," he tells himself, "I hope she doesn't see how nervous I am, as I want to fuck her right now."

Mandy sees her step-Dad's face, he looks like a frightened deer, and asks, "Dad, what's wrong?"

"Oh nothing dear, I was just remembering how much you resemble your mother. Baby, you're beautiful."

Mandy blushes and prays he won't see how anxious she is. She sighs and say, "I know, Mom always told me I look just like her when she was twenty. I hope that don't bother you." Inside she wanted to shout, "Daddy, you're so damn handsome. Why don't I drop this robe, you take off your clothes, and lets get down to some serious sexy play---OH hell, let's fuck!" But instead she just asks, "Want me on my stomach first? I will have to undo my robe."

"Sure honey, I promise I won't peek, he lies. 

Mandy unfastens her robe and turns over trying not to show her naked front to her step-Dad, but does flash him some tit. She thinks for a moment because it looks like he is going to pass out. She just ignores it and chirps, "I'm ready." 

He spreads the oil on his hands and slowly begins to massage Mandy's back starting at her neck. He hopes she doesn't notice how much his hands are shaking. 

Her neck is stiff and he says, "Dang, you're neck is tighter than a rubber band." As his fingers worked their magic he adds, "That's it, relax, and go with the flow."

Little by little he works his way downward rubbing away the stress of the day. When he comes near her ass, he sighs, then slaps her butt gently and giggles, "You have a nice ass baby, if you don't mind me saying so."

Mandy laughs out loud, "You really think so huh, I think it looks kind of big?" 

He just replies, "Not really, it's just the right size." As his fingers massaged down her ass toward her legs, and he let his fingers slip and rub against the hairs of her pussy. "Ooooh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

"That's Okay, no harm done. Keep going Daddy, you give one mean massage. I must admit, not all of me, is relaxed."

He raises an eyebrow, feels his dick swelling more and asks, "Oh really what part is not relaxed baby, maybe I can help you there?"

"Well step-Daddy, unless you're into something besides a back rub, you can't help me there."

He smirks, sighs, and then chuckles out-loud saying, "Oooooh I think I know what you mean."

Mandy bats her eyelashes and asks, "You do? What do I mean Daddy?"

He turned beet red and shifted his body a bit hoping she doesn't notice his erection, "You're horny."

Mandy sits upright not bothering to cover herself and points at his crotch, "Ahum, looks like I am not the only one horny Dad."

With a startled look he sat on the bed, buried his head in his hands, and sobs, "Oh God, I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean for this to happen." 

Mandy reaches out, takes his hand in hers, and says, "Dad, you haven't done anything wrong. I also know you miss having sex with mom and seeing me only stirs things up. I for one can't see any harm in what is happening here."

He lowers his head and then looks up at her and shouts, "But you're my daughter!"

Mandy gives him a stern but seductive look and says, "So what, I'm your step-daughter! I think you're hot and sexy." 

She then wrinkles her nose, gives him a wink and purred, "Why don't we have a little sexy fun tonight? 

He didn't say anything for awhile, just looking at Mandy's naked body with a blank stare in his eyes. Then it dawned on him, this is what he has been waiting for, now's his chance. 

He kisses her cheek as he pulls her close and whispers, "I know baby, but let's think about what we are doing first. After all if people hear about this, they won't understand things."

Mandy put her hands on her hips and shrieks, "To hell with everyone else Daddy! I'm no virgin either and I need your cock in me." 

When she says those words to her Dad it looks as if he will pass out. He doesn't though; instead he cups her face in his hand and kisses her passionately. 

Mandy melts into his arms and kisses him back as her hands reached for his bulging crotch. She breaks the kiss and asks, "Don't you think you have too many clothes on Daddy?"

As Mandy watches her step-Dad disrobe she gasps. His cock looks so delicious and will make any woman drool from both ends.  She then stands and let's him see her naked, then slowly walks toward him. 

She then kisses his cheek and asks, "Do you like what you see Daddy?"

With a twinkle in his eyes and pre-cum oozing all over his cock he replies, "Ooooooh yeah I like it, I want it baby!"

He tilts his head down and their lips meet. Her warm tongue slithers inside his mouth as a low groan escapes his throat. 

As they kisses she ground her lips against his, her nostrils flaring, her body beginning to heat up. Her hand reaches for his and she parts her thighs, and guiding his strong finger up to the crotch. 

After tearing her mouth from his, she gasps, her breath coming in raspy rushes. "Ooooh Daddy, touch me!"

His fingers push between the wet folds of her pussy in search of her oozing hole. While his thumb rolls her clit, a finger goes deep inside her molten pussy. He finger-fucked it a few times then pulled his dripping fingers out, gazing into her passion-glazed eyes. Then lifts them to his mouth and licks the cunt juice from them. 

Mandy quivers with anticipation, then flashes her step-Dad a seductive look and purrs, "You like the taste of cum, don't you Daddy?" 

He looked into her lust-distorted face and hisses, "Yessss!"  He then gently lays her down and plunges his fingers once again into the gaping hole. 

Mandy's fingers searched for his cock as he tantalizes her pussy. The two of them worked themselves up into a passionate frenzy.

Mandy fixes her eyes on his and barely whispers, "I love to suck cock as much as you like to eat pussy." 

He looks straight into her eyes and exclaims, "Can Daddy eat your pussy as you suck my cock?"

Mandy then tells her Daddy to lie down so she can straddle his face. As she lowers her hot, drenched pussy onto his awaiting lips she leans forward and takes his cock in her hand.

"Ooooh Daddy your cock is so big and hot, I bet it tastes good too."

As she engulfs his throbbing member with her lips he dives into her pussy like a half-starved kitten with a bowl of milk. Her body arches above him, as his fingers probed deep inside her pussy-hole. 

When the waves of pleasure overtake her Mandy whimpers and jerks, "Oh Daddy, yes, just like that keep it up, it feels so good!" Then she starts shuddering, jerking, and screaming, "I'm cumming!"

Mandy moves her mouth up and down the pulsating shaft of his cock like a pro until the purple head begins spewing out a hot river of cum down her throat. 

He shrieks, "Baby, oh don't stop, suck my cock---harder---I'm coming!" 

Mandy whimpers and swallows as fast as she can. She doesn't want to miss a drop of Daddy's delicious nectar.  Afterwards they lie together on her bed, snuggling together, their naked bodies damp with the afterglow of passion. 

Daddy reaches over and toys with Mandy's right nipple and asks, "How was it for you baby?"

Mandy snuggles up close and purrs, "It was great Daddy. Know something, I love you Daddy."

He looks into her deep blue eyes and replies, "I love you too baby, but I'm think we have started something we cannot stop."

Mandy's twinkles with desire and her face beams with excitement and she exclaims, "Who wants to stop? Not me, that's for sure!" 

Dominick lies there holding Mandy in his arms, with a million thoughts running through his head. What did he do, it isn't right, but yet, he feels drawn to her. 

Mandy senses that her Dad was troubled and looks him straight in the eyes, kisses him softly and asks, "What's wrong Dad?"

He lowers his face to meet her lips and kisses her softly then replies, "I guess I'm still worried about what our friend will do if they found out that I fucked you."

Mandy makes a face and admits, "I am a too, a little, but hell, we are consenting adults and not blood relatives, so why will they care!"

He hugs her close, strokes her long hair and suggests, "Maybe they won't have to know. It can be our secret...just give me time to get used to the idea, okay?"

Mandy props herself up on one elbow and says, "Ooooh I just love keeping secrets. I for one don't plan to tell anyone. At least not yet, after all we have plenty of time to come up with a plan that will fool everyone." 

He winks at Mandy and asks, "I'm going to go watch the evening news and let you get ready for bed."

Mandy stands up, kisses her Dad and says, "Thanks for the massage Daddy. I think I'll take a shower, and then go to bed."

He settles down into his favorite chair, and flicks the television on. As usual, the news wasn't too exciting. He decides to flip through the channels to see if anything interesting is on when he hears Mandy calling him.

He gets up and walks toward the bathroom, knocks on the door and asks, "What's wrong honey?"

Mandy answers, "Daddy, I forgot to get my shampoo. Can you fetch it for me? It's on the dresser in my room."

He swallows hard, blushes and replies, "Sure honey, I'll go get it for you."

She then says, "Thanks, you can come in, and place it on the table next to the tub, if you don't mind. That way I don't have to dribble water all over the floor coming to the door." His eyes light up and he smiles devilishly. Under his breath he utters, "Maybe she'll let me join her in the shower." Oh fuck, his cock was getting hard again."

He gets the shampoo, and then returns to the bathroom with it. After knocking on the door, he slowly opens it, steps inside and set the bottle on the table next to the shower.

After placing it down, Mandy peaked out from behind the shower curtain, and yells, "Boo!" She smiles mischievously and opens it further, giving him full view of her wet body. 

Dominick blushes from head to toe, and Mandy giggles. "What's the matter Daddy? It's nothing you haven't seen before."

His whole body shakes with desire and he tries to remain calm, as his quivering voice responds. "I know, oh baby, your body is gorgeous, even when it's wet."

Mandy winks and says, "If I didn't just make love to you, I'd say you were horny again."

He smirks and replies, "Once is enough for me tonight doll, I'm exhausted and plan to go to bed soon. Is there anything you need before then?"

She winks at him, blew him a kiss, and then closes the shower curtain. "Thanks Dad, but I can't think of anything. I'll come in and kiss you goodnight before I go to bed."

"Okay baby, see you then." Dominick leaves the bathroom hurriedly and, heads for the den. Once there, he decides to just to turn off the TV-set and go to bed. 

After he enters his bedroom Dominick takes off his clothing, except for his shorts and neatly lays them on the chair in the corner. He then climbs into bed and begins thinking about what had just happened, still a bit confused about his feelings for his step-daughter Mandy. As a woman, she is bright, beautiful, young and sexy. She has invaded his dreams, his fantasies for a long time, and now that he is all alone, he just has to have her. To his surprise, Mandy says she feels the same way about him. 

Dominick envisions the image of Mandy's naked wet body in the shower; her soft supple skin, firm large breasts with rosy-tipped nipples, a thick bush dripping with ringlets of water, along with a curvy body and a great ass. He lowers his shorts, wraps his fingers around his swelling cock and begins stroking it slowly, feeling it pulsating and harden in his hands. 

He feels his climax building it will not be long now until he spews his cum all over his abdomen. All of a sudden the door to his room swings open and he nearly bites his tongue and passes out from fright. There stands Mandy, in the doorway, wearing only a sheer nightie. 

Mandy flashes her step-Dad a sultry smile. She then walks toward him with a slow, seductive sway with her large breasts bouncing slightly with each step. When she gets to the edge of the bed, she strips off her nightie and climbs on the bed.

She reaches out and caresses his arm and coos, "Aww Daddy, were you fantasizing about having sex with me again? Don't look so shocked, I've done the same thing every night for about a year now."

Mandy moves up beside him, and then places her lips upon his. As they kiss her tongue probes his mouth, doing the dance of lovers. It is at that moment he knows that she was his. 

Daddy pulls her body over atop of him. As her hardening nipples pressed against his chest, his fingers caressed down Mandy's back, until he is holding her ass. He begins kneading it and feels her tremble with desire.

Mandy loves the way Daddy is touching her, arousing every inch of her with his fingertips. It makes each nipple so hard, she thinks they will break off if he sucks them. Her pussy throbs anxiously wanting to be fucked by his cock again. 

She leans into Daddy and purrs, "Want me to straddle your cock this time, Daddy?"

He can feel the love she has for him radiating between their bodies. He looked straight into her eyes and shouts, "Ooooh, yes my sweet baby. Straddle Daddy's cock, and ride me hard!"

Mandy moans in delight and shifts her weight onto her knees. Then while holding her pussy above Daddy's cock, she spreads her labia and helps him guide his shaft slowly into the wet folds of her wanting pussy.  She then leans forward and plants her lips on his and begins rocking her hips back and forth, with long deliberate strokes.

Daddy savors every inch of Mandy's luscious pussy as she fucks him. He put his arms around her and kisses her back with all the passion he had. 

After the kiss, Mandy moaned sweet nothings into Daddy's ears, then starts nibbling on his neck. Following that, she rises up, riding him hard with her pussy clutching his cock like a vise, milking it hard. 

Daddy holds onto her hips with one hand while the other tantalizes her throbbing clit. It isn't long before he can feel Mandy's body tense up with an impending climax. She slams her pussy down hard on his cock, and he begins to shake on the verge of an orgasm. 

Mandy closes her eyes, throws back her head and squeals, "Daddy cum inside me! Oooooh fuck, I'm going to cum!"

That's all it takes, they both cum hard, shouting and moaning at the same time. 

Mandy crawls off her Daddy, giggles and chirps, "I love to clean a man's cock after I fuck him!" 

As he observes her actions, Daddy notices that her hot young pussy is just inches from his face. He pats her ass and suggests, "Move that pussy over here to my awaiting lips and I will lick you clean." 

Mandy's pussy is drenched and Daddy devours his own juices which are mixed with hers. After this, his tongue finds her clit, and begins flicking it.