3 comments/ 47701 views/ 4 favorites The Back Row By: androgyne30 "Let's sit in the back row . . ." And you licked your lips slowly . . . and my cock twitched, and began to get hard again . . . As we walked into the theater the lights dimmed, and we grabbed some seats in the back row. I looked around and saw that the small crowd in the theater was concentrated in the first half of the seats-good. The previews began their attempts at seducing the minds of the audience, and at the same time you began to unzip my pants, and slid your fingers inside my underwear to grab my hard, thick erection. With some effort, you managed to pull the bar of hot iron out of my underwear and into the cool air of the theater. You took a quick scan of the seats around us to make sure nobody was looking, and then swallowed my cock in one swift gulp. As the head of my cock entered the lower regions of your throat, and then passed your adam's apple, I tried not to moan loudly, and at the same time keep an eye out for ushers and late comers entering the theater. Instead of sliding up and down my cock with your mouth, you kept me trapped deep inside your throat, savouring the length and thickness of my cock filling your mouth. I gripped the armrests of my chair in an effort to keep myself quiet, and wondered at the fact that I had just fucked you in the ass in an elevator, and yet you were sucking my cock like it was the most delicious thing in the world-it made my cock even harder, if that was possible. I suddenly had an insane urge to bury my face in your pussy, and I tried to lift your face up off of my cock-your teeth locked down onto the base of my cock in resistance, and I almost came from the pain and pleasure of your teeth digging into its base. So, seeing as you wouldn't release my cock, I slid down off of my chair onto the floor of the theater, your mouth still refusing to let go. This put my head between your legs, and I quickly undid the button of your jeans, and unzipped you. At this point you decided it was time to come up for some air, and my cock slid out of your throat-for about one second-and then, with your fist holding my cock firmly, you began to swirl your tongue around the head of my cock, and with each circle your tongue seemed to grind down even harder, its swirling motion grinding into the center of my cock-and I couldn't help wriggling my hips and squealing a little with the intensity of your tongue's assault on the head of my cock. After several seconds of wrestling your jeans and underwear down to your ankles, I managed to bury my face in your pussy. My hands anchored themselves on top of your ass, like a mountain climber searching for a secure grip, and then pulled down hard. At the same time I pushed my face up hard so that I could slide my tongue over your clit, and then deeper into you, and lap at the flood of desire that flowed out of you, down the sides of my face, and your thighs. I sealed my lips around your clit, and sucked on it so hard that the flesh around it was pulled into the center of the arena that was my mouth. I began an assault of my own on your clit with my tongue so swift and ruthless that you began to thrust your hips downwards into my face, fucking my face and mouth with your clit in short, rapid, thrusts. And then my teeth, along with my tongue, started gently pinching your clit, and then dragging my teeth like a diamond feather down its nerve-drenched surface. The movie's opening credits were just rolling across the screen as your orgasm began, and I could feel the muscles of your pussy ripple over my face and tongue, as streams of your cum suddenly flooded out of you and rushed like the explosion of a volcano erupting-molten elixir sliding down the contours of my cheeks, and into my mouth, and as I took in a deep breath I swallowed deeply-savouring the essence of your desire and trying to satisfy a thirst that never seemed to end . . . A moment later my cock seemed to dissolve inside your mouth and throat as I continued licking, sucking, and mouthing your pussy, trying to prolong your pleasure so that I could continue swallowing the fountain of your ecstasy, and I became lost in the waves of sucking and cumming, cumming and sucking . . . The Back Row of the Train It was a long day of traveling; first two hours on the bus, then a four-hour train ride. Not too bad at first; I brought some snacks and had lots of books and podcasts loaded onto my phone to pass the time. But by the middle of the second part of the trip, I had listened to the podcasts I really wanted to hear and was too restless to start a whole new book. I decided to switch over to Literotica for awhile. I had a couple of stories that people had sent me to edit, and thought it would be as entertaining a way as any to enjoy the ride. I was in the back row, and there wasn't anyone sitting next to me, so I didn't have to worry about anyone reading over my shoulder. The story I did first was nice and spicy, with lots of descriptions of stroking and licking and sucking. I had been away from home for a few days, so it didn't take much to get me a little aroused. I got that feeling that I love, heart beating a little faster, breathing getting a little shallower, and that feeling between my legs that is hard to put into words. It feels almost like I can feel my blood pulsing all the way down to the tip of my clit. I rubbed my legs together slightly to intensify the sensation. I was in way too public a place to do anything more, so I decided I would have a little fun with one of my longtime favorite fantasies, a stranger on a train. I closed my eyes and got comfortable, and started imagining. I imagined someone sitting in the seat next to me. I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. I concentrated on the feeling of his thigh pressed up against mine, the warmth noticeable through his pants and my skirt. He smelled like summer- soap and suntan lotion and just faintly of some sort of alcohol that I couldn't identify. I sat like that for a few minutes, trying to will him to touch me. Finally, I felt a tiny touch, somewhere between tickling and stroking, just one or two fingers, just above my knee. I tried not to react; I thought he would stop if he realized that I was awake and aware of what he was doing. The fingers creeped upward on my thigh, then withdrew suddenly. Disappointed, I was going to open my eyes, but a minute later felt something new, fingers on my bare calf, slipping upward again but this time under my skirt. The same couple of fingers moving tentatively up my thigh, driving me crazy with his slow pace. Finally, I felt a finger maneuver inside the elastic of my panties and rest there. It would have been easy for him to feel how wet I had gotten by then. He started stroking me with tiny little movements, and finally inserted one finger, then two, inside me. I couldn't help it, I moaned; I almost exploded right then and there. He moved his fingers in and out; I could feel and hear the suction pulling his fingers deeper inside. He managed to keep doing it and use one more finger, or maybe it was his thumb, to rub my clit at the same time. The combination of the physical intensity, and the public location, and the faceless stranger involved, set me off and I moaned again, louder than before. The fingers pulled back as he realized that I was awake after all. In a frenzy, I put my hand on his and pulled him back to me. Now that he knew I was willing, the rules of the game changed. He started finger-fucking me more forcefully and rubbing harder with his thumb. I had been teetering on the brink of climax for so long that I was more than ready. A few more seconds and I came, pushing myself hard against his hand for a few more beats, gripping the armrests and arching my back against the seat I decided it was time for me to return the favor. I moved my hand over to his lap. I didn't need to open my eyes to find the huge bulge waiting there for me. I tugged his zipper down a little at a time, then reached into his underwear and freed his cock, rigid in my hand. Now it was his chance to moan. The bit of slippery liquid that had collected at the tip was perfect. There was just the right amount of friction as I moved my hand up and down his shaft. I felt him thrusting with his hips and heard the mix of gasps and moans that meant he was getting close to orgasm. I kept up the steady rhythm; I rubbed the head of his cock with my fingers to spread around more of the fluid that was oozing out. A couple of bigger, stronger thrusts, a louder moan, and I felt him coming all over my hand. He shuddered a few last times and was still. I still hadn't opened my eyes the entire time. After a minute I heard him putting himself back together. I hope he had a napkin or handkerchief or something to wipe himself clean. There was the noise of zipping and tucking and then I felt him squeezing my thigh as he stood up and left. I don't know if his stop was coming up, or if he just wanted to change seats now that we were finished. I'll never know. I'll never be able to find him again, but maybe, if I ride the train from time to time, he'll find me. The Back Rub Lauri was my best friend's wife. It was wrong of me to want her the way I did, but I did. It didn't help that I was living with them between jobs. I couldn't ask for better friends. Sometimes, I would catch glimpses of her in her bra or in nothing but a bathrobe. She wasn't a raving beauty but she was pretty, she had curves but the extra weight looked good on her. She had brown hair with big hazel eyes, was rather short and about a size 10. Usually I like thinner women but she had a rack on her that wouldn't quit. I often wondered what she looked like naked. I fantasized about her every time I caught a glimpse of her cleavage as she bent over doing housework. Some nights I would jerk off thinking about her. I knew that she was sleeping naked in the next room with Jeff. One day I was playing a video game on my laptop. That always killed my back since I had to use a TV tray and sit on the futon where I would bed down at night. I could hear Jeff watching football in the other room. I thought about joining him. I snapped the laptop closed and groaned and stretched. "You need a back rub?" she startled me; I didn't know she had been watching me. "Sure!" I never gave up a chance for a back rub from her. She really knew what she was doing. She had taken a few courses in massage. She climbed on the futon behind me, straddling me. She smelled so good, simple and clean, like soap with a hint of musk. Her hands were strong on my shoulders and back. She worked on my back confidently. I was very aware of the closeness of her body, her breasts occasionally gently pushing up against my back, the inside of her thighs pressing gently against the outside of mine. To my embarrassment my cock started to swell. She was behind me and couldn't see so I shifted a little so I wasn't straining quite so hard against my zipper. She continued to knead my shoulders and back getting all the knots out. My shoulders were particularly tight so she got up on her knees and dropped an elbow into my shoulder, unfortunately that gave her a clear view into my lap. I heard her gasp slightly and nearly died of embarrassment as I looked down to see some pre cum had seeped through my pants making a dark stain there and my cock bulging against the crotch of my pants.. "Oh my!" I tried to pull away from her but she suddenly drew me back into her, crushing her hot tits into my back. Her hands slid down my arms and she breathed in my ear, "Take it out." "What are we going to do?" "Nothing...you're going to do everything" I didn't know what she meant but I followed her instructions anyway. I listened intently to the game, it was the first quarter. I knew Jeff wouldn't move from his seat for quite awhile. I unzipped my pants and took my hard cock out for her. "Touch me." I begged her. "I can't, but I can do this." Her hands slid down my arms. She placed the palms of her hands on the backs of my hands. Then took my hand and grabbed my rock hard cock with it. It was like jerking off but different. She pumped my hand on my cock. I groaned a little because her hot tits were thrusting into my back making my balls ache with anticipation. Her other hand moved my hand down to them and squeezed lightly as if she knew. The musky scent of her was getting stronger. She took my hand and rubbed it over the end of my cock taking the pre cum there and sliding it back down the shaft. I shivered as my cock slicked up. Her hot tits practically ground into my back as she slowly made my hand stroke my stiff cock. She took one of her hands off of mine and slid it up my arm and then it disappeared over my back. She moaned softly in my ear and I thought of where her hand must have gone and I felt a surge of hot stabbing desire to turn around and kiss her. But this was her game and I was merely the puppet to her puppet master. Her breath sighed hard in my ear. I could feel her shake against me and I felt a surge in my balls as I realized she was cumming right against my back. Her breath quickened and sighed in my ear. I couldn't stand it any longer. She felt my body tense up and moved the strokes on my hard cock faster. "Catch it for me." I cupped my free hand under the end of my twitching dick and my cum shot out of me with a force I had never felt before while jerking off. "Mmm. Very nice," she breathed in my ear. "Oh my God, what did we just do?" "Nothing...I just gave you a back rub," she said quietly as she walked away, leaving me with my cock in one hand my load in the other and a stunned look on my face. The Back Rub I knew when you called on your way home that it had been a bad day. Too much work and not enough help getting the trucks loaded and the orders delivered, so you were out on the road early, working alone. You called earlier to tell me you'd be late and I could hear the fatigue in your voice and I wanted to reach out and comfort you. On the way home, I make two stops. Setting the Chinese take-out on the counter, I carry my other purchase straight through to the bedroom, setting everything out before returning to the kitchen. I am emptying the take-out bag when you join me in the kitchen and I offer you a smile, pausing in my task to kiss you. Your arms slide around me and you hold me to you, prolonging the kiss and I melt into you. "Hey, Baby," you smile as you lift your mouth from mine, but you don't release me yet. "How was your day?" "It was good," I reply, smoothing my hands over your shirt, feeling the heat of you beneath the material. "I'm dirty and smelly," you say, almost to yourself and move to pull away, but before you can, I slide my arms around your neck. I assure you that I don't mind as I draw your lips back to mine. My tongue traces your lips before they part and you welcome it into your mouth, stroking over your tongue. You moan softly, tightening your hold and I feel your hands move beneath my blouse to touch my back. We end the kiss, almost reluctantly. You tell me that you want a shower before dinner as is customary when you arrive home and I nod, telling you that I'll get the take-out reheated and have it ready when you're showered and ready to eat. I hear you moving around in the bedroom and then the sound of water as the shower turns on and you adjust the temperature. The take-out is placed in the refrigerator and I slip into the bedroom. I'm tempted to join you in the shower, but I've taken such care in planning this evening that I resist and set about preparing the bed, before I change out of my work clothes and wait for you. I hear the water turn off and realize that I'm holding my breath. My nipples are hard and I feel the dampness beginning to form between my thighs. It's only a few minutes before you emerge from the bathroom. You're naked and I watch you, making no attempt to hide my appreciation for your body and you smile. "Why didn't you join me?" Your gaze moves over me in the oversized sleep shirt I have on. It's sheer and you can see that I'm naked underneath. "You had such a rough day today, that I wanted to help you relax. My joining you in the shower would not have been relaxing..." "Oh, Baby, it depends on your definition of relaxing," You chuckle and I feel the blush creep into my cheeks. "I thought you might want a back rub before dinner..." "What if I want a front rub after the back rub?" You walk towards me and I feel the pulsing in my clit from the memory of your touch. "I'll give you anything you want, Babe," I smile. "Lay down and let me grab some lotion." Once I retrieve the lotion, I return to the bedroom to find you have already 'assumed the position'. You're on your stomach, relaxing, as you wait for me. Earlier when I prepared the bed, turning down the blankets and sheet, I laid towels across the mattress to absorb any excess lotion. I pause for a moment, just enjoying the view of your naked back, ass and legs and find myself wondering if you realize how attractive I find you, not just sexually, but in every aspect of the life we are sharing. You hear me approach the bed and even though your eyes are closed as you wait, I see the smile on your lips, anticipating your massage. I feel the shiver that courses through me. My nipples harden and my clit tingles. You excite me without even knowing it. I get onto the bed and straddle your hips. You moan softly and I lean down, raining kisses along your shoulder. "Your shoulder's bothering you, isn't it?" I ask. This is the shoulder that you inured and required surgery several years earlier. Straightening, I begin to knead it softly even as you murmur 'yes'. I pause long enough to squeeze some lotion into my hands, rubbing them together to warm it before I lay them on your back and begin the firm, circular motion that you enjoy. I am careful with your shoulder, wanting to work the sore muscles and warm the joints without putting undo stress on it. You begin to relax even as the feel of your body under my hands and between my thighs begins to arouse me. My attention shifts to your other shoulder and my movements grow more intense. I wonder if you feel the dampness that has developed from simply touching you? "Damn, Sweetie, that feels so good," your voice is barely audible and it is almost a certainty that you will be asleep before I get to your lower back. "You've been working so hard, you deserve to relax and let me take care of you," I tell you and lean down to kiss your back. I reposition myself, straddling your thighs as my hands move down your back and sides, alternating the heels of my palms and my fingers. The feel of your skin is an aphrodisiac to me, the sound of your breathing and soft moans of approval increase my desire. By the time I reach your ass, I can feel my wetness beginning to seep from my pussy, but you either don't feel it or are too sleepy to realize what is happening to me. By this time, I am straddling your calves and I lean forward, lightly biting first one butt cheek and then the other, before kissing them each in turn. Your only reaction is a slight tensing and a soft sigh as you relax once more. I continue down your thighs and calves, lightly raking my nails over your skin and witness the goose bumps the caress causes and I smile, pleased by your reaction. "All done," I say softly, not wanting to disturb you if you're relaxed enough to sleep. "Done?" You respond as you roll onto your back. "You haven't done my front yet." Your voice is husky from your fatigue, but I also hear something else. My eyes move over you and I take in your hair-covered chest and your sensitive nipples before venturing lower. You're semi-erect and I smile even as I feel the blush creep into my cheeks. The knowledge that I have such an effect on you thrills me. Your gaze is on my face, your brown eyes half closed as you watch me. I move back up your body, positioning myself so that your penis is beneath me, our bodies just barely touching as I bear most of my weight on my knees for your comfort. When I lean down to kiss you, you part your lips and your tongue enters my mouth. Your hands slide beneath my sleep shirt to cup my breasts. My nipples are hard even before you run your thumbs over them and I moan against your lips. I smile as I break the kiss and straighten. I pull my shirt off over my head and I watch as your eyes move over my breasts. You've always liked my nipples and right now I long to feel your mouth on them. Leaning forward again, my fingers knead their way down your biceps and forearms, before I take your wrists into my hands and raise them above your head. In this position, my breasts are over your face and I feel your tongue circling my areola before you take the hard nub into your mouth, sucking lightly. For a moment, I almost succumb, forgetting my plan but as my fingers tease your palms my gaze falls on the wrought iron headboard and the hint of black peeking out. While you are distracted with your enjoyment of my breasts, I continue to play with your wrists and hands. Once my task is accomplished, I reluctantly sit up, the air cool on my wet nipples. It is when you attempt to touch me that you realize what I've done and I see the spark of surprise and lust in your eyes. The soft black scarves around your wrists tightened when you unknowingly pulled them. I smile, pleased that I had followed the instructions I'd found online properly. We have discussed this fantasy, our mutual desires to be restrained, aroused and teased. "You're playing with fire," you warn me and I know there will be retribution for my actions. I smile as you speak, and lower myself so that my labia comes in contact with your penis and I rock my hips along your length, my wetness coating your cock. "Right now, you can't do anything about it," I point out smugly. My fingers move over your nipples. I play with them as our gazes hold and I feel a shiver of excitement, feeling your erection grow beneath me. I move down to straddle your thighs and I lean forward again, my lips and tongue moving over your chest while my nails rake your skin lightly. My nipples brush against you and I whimper at the sensation. I hear and feel the low chuckle that rumbles through your chest. You know that I'm aroused and that by binding your wrists, not only am I depriving you the pleasure of touching me, I am depriving myself of being touched. Your chuckle becomes a moan as my tongue circles your left nipple, my fingers pinching your right. I suck your nipple into my mouth and my teeth graze it lightly and I hear your sharp intake of breath. Smiling, I turn my attention to your other nipple and my fingers travel downward, raking over your stomach as I begin to follow with my lips and tongue. "Damn it, Baby," Your voice is a low groan as my tongue dips into your navel and I feel your cock against my chest. Cupping my breasts, I press them against your shaft, moving slowly along your length and you swear hotly under your breath as I touch my tongue to the head of your cock. "Mmm, you want me to suck your cock, Love?" I ask you, looking up the length of your body. Your dark eyes meet my gaze and I see the challenge there. I know when I finally loosen your restraints, you will exact your revenge and I feel the anticipation deep inside my pussy. Kissing the head of your cock, I release it from my breasts and continue with my slow exploration of your body with my tongue and lips. I kiss my way along your thighs, first one, down to your knee before I move to your other leg and kiss from your knee upwards. It is when you feel my breath on your cock, so close, but not touching that you order me: "Untie my hands, now, Baby." I say nothing, but shake my head as my fingers close around your hardness and I begin to stroke you. I lean down to tongue your balls, sucking them gently into my mouth. My pussy is throbbing, I want to touch myself -- no, I smile, I want you to touch me, but it's not time yet. I want you to beg and you know it. When you feel my tongue on the base of your cock, you lift your head from the pillow and watch as I begin to lick your shaft. I take my time, slowly tracing each vein with the tip of my tongue before I take you into my mouth. At first, I take only the head into my mouth and I hear you sigh. I swirl my tongue around, your smooth, soft head and hear you whisper: "That's so good, Babe," as you raise your hips off the bed, sliding more of your cock into my mouth. You know that I thrill at the feel of you, the taste and scent of you as I increase the tempo of my movements. You're thick and hard but I feel you grow and I smile, certain that you are close to cumming. I cup your balls kneading them gently, my nails scraping over them ever so lightly causing you to shiver. The precum seeps onto my tongue and you thrust deeper into my mouth, swearing hotly when I release you, to begin kissing my way back up your stomach. "Fuck, are you trying to kill me?" You growl and I look up at you. "No, Sweetheart, I definitely don't want to kill you." I pause at your nipples to suck them before finding my way to your lips. I trace your lips with my tongue and you part them, but I pull back before you can deepen the kiss. Your eyes are filled with desire and I shiver as I straddle your hips and straighten. I reach between our bodies and my fingers circle your cock, lowering myself so that the head is pressed against my wet pussy and I stroke it over my clit, moaning at the sensations that course through my highly sensitized body. I lower myself and bite my lower lip at the feel of you sliding inside me, stretching and filling me. "That's it, Baby," You encourage me as I begin to move slowly. I want your hands on me, to feel your lips and tongue and without realizing it I cup my own breasts, playing with my nipples. "Damn..." You growl tugging at the restraints in your own eagerness to touch me and I realize yet another way to tease you. With my left hand on my breast, I slide my right between my thighs and watch your face as I begin masturbate, rubbing my clit, increasing the tempo of my movements as I fuck you. "Mmmm, go for it," Your eyes are on my hand, watching my fingers as I play with myself and the sight of your cock as it slides in and out of my dripping pussy. "Cum for me, Baby -- cum hard..." My eyes close, I rock my hips forward before moving in a circular motion. My fingers are coated in my juices, I am that wet for you. My orgasm is building. I feel the heat in my lower stomach, spiraling downward between my thighs, pulling at my clit and I begin to moan. I cum hard, just as you wanted me to and I'm not quiet. Your name rolls off my lips mixed with moans and sighs of sheer pleasure, my inner muscles clench your cock and I feel you hard and thick inside me. "Oh, Baby," I manage shakily when the tremors subside and I lean down, kissing you deeply, my tongue possessing your mouth before I suck your tongue into mine. You return my kiss. I love being kissed by you and can easily get lost in them. You begin thrusting into me and I move with you slowly as we kiss. I feel the intensity of your movements, the thickening of your cock and I smile as I lift my lips from yours and move away. "Fuck it all to hell," You swear loudly but I simply move back down your body and lower my mouth to your cock. "Shit, Babe, I'm going to cum..." I nod my understanding of your statement. You are a passionate and considerate lover. You would never cum in my mouth without alerting me in some way, but I want you to -- I want to taste you and please you -- reward you for allowing me this time to enjoy teasing you. I lower my mouth onto your rock hard cock, taking as much of you into my mouth as I can and you watch as my head moves up and down. My fingers caress your balls, fondling them gently before my hand slips beneath you. You move your legs, parting them to allow me access as I stroke the crack of your ass, circling your anus with my middle finger before carefully pressing it inside you. "Son of a bitch..." It's a groan of sheer ecstasy and your hips come up off the bed, the first hot spurt of cum hitting the back of my throat and I hum at the taste of you as another string of your thick semen and then another fill my mouth. I swallow greedily, but I feel some trickle down my chin. I continue to nurse your cock as your orgasm subsides and tongue it gently as it softens in my mouth. Sitting up, I meet your gaze as I clean your cum from my chin with my finger and rub it onto my lips before I lick it off with my tongue, aware of your eyes on my mouth. "Mmmm, Baby, that was awesome," I smile as I move up your body and release your wrists. You pull me into your arms, holding me against you, tangling our legs together as you whisper: "Incredible, Sweetheart, fucking incredible. But just remember one thing..." "What's that?" I ask sleepily, smoothing my hand over your sweat slicked chest, kissing your cheek. "Turn about is fair play..." Even though you are only teasing, I feel a shiver of apprehension course through me at the possibilities that lie ahead of us.