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Shy Guy

By: gizmo52242



I was online a few days ago, chatting away in the erotic chat rooms, when I got a PM from a young, bi-curious man. He was 21, living and working just an hour or so away from me. We started talking a little, and I proposed the idea that maybe we could meet up sometime. He agreed, and we started setting some things into motion.

We agreed to meet on a Friday night when my wife had gone out of town for a bridal shower. I was left to my own devices, and my own carnal desires. I invited the young guy over around 7:00 p.m. I gave him my cell phone and told him to call for directions when he got close.

Around 6:45 p.m., I got a call.

"Hello," I said, recognizing his number.

"Hi," his voice shook. I could tell he was nervous. "I'm on my way. I think I'm close."

I talked him the last few blocks to my place, and met him down at the parking lot in my apartment complex. As he shut off the car and fumbled around inside with his keys, I watched patiently. When he finally got out, I had a chance to peruse him with my eyes.

He was taller, about six feet high, probably about 180 pounds. His hair was blond, and it was cut short and styled. He wore a t-shirt and some basketball shorts, and he carried with him a brown paper bag.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Oh. I brought over some stuff. Some DVDs and magazines... porn." He swallowed a little bit. I looked down at his crotch and could see the small bulge of his dick pressing against his shorts.

"Come on inside," I motioned, leading him up to my place.

Once inside, he sat down on my couch and looked up at me. "You really are a nervous wreck, aren't you?" I smiled.

"Yeah," he said, "I'm sorry. This is my first time doing this."

"Well," I smiled coyly, "that's okay."

He sat there looking at me, and I shook my head slightly trying to figure out how I was going to get this guy's dick into my mouth, or finally get him to work up enough courage to let me fuck him. Finally, I said, "Why don't you start by telling me some of your fantasies. What are some of the things you've been thinking about?"

He swallowed, and started to speak hesitantly. "Well, I think of my office where I work. I sometimes have to work late to get caught up on filing and things. The place is a mess with boxes everywhere. I think of someone coming in and asking if they can help."

"Mmm hmm," I encouraged.

"The guy comes in, and as he's helping me put away boxes and files, he brushes up against me. At first I think it's a mistake, but then I feel him pressing something hard into my butt. I look back and realize that he's pressing his crotch against my butt."

"You can say ass," I said smoothly.

"Okay. He's pressing himself against my ass." I watched as his body trembled a little. Quietly, I lowered myself onto my knees in front of him and started to pull down his shorts and boxers, exposing his now fully erect cock.

"Oh God," he muttered.

"It's okay," I encouraged. "Just go on with the story."

"Well," he wet his mouth, "the guy reaches around and starts to rub his hands against my crotch. My I'm already hard—" At that, I lower my mouth onto his dick, and feel it throb as his body shakes and bucks a little. "Oh God!"

I moan into his dick, slowly sliding my tongue around his shaft to get it wet. I can feel it moving in my mouth, and I can tell he is trying to fuck me.

"Your cock tastes so good," I breathe, sucking on it.

"Oh yes," he moans. I looked up to see him leaning back, his hands gripping the couch cushions. "Tell me that you want it."

I smiled. He was getting even more excited, and his eyes were closed as he was playing out a fantasy in person. I licked the head of his dick slowly and said in a low voice, "I want your cock so bad."

He grunted, and I lowered my mouth onto his shaft. It was hard and thick, and I could smell the sweat of his crotch hair as I lowered my mouth to the base of his dick, swallowing him whole. "Mmm, suck my dick. That's it..." His hips were moving now, and he was pumping his dick into my mouth faster.

I moaned at his words, and lifted my mouth off him briefly to gasp, "Oh. Your dick is so hot, so hard. Mmm." I lowered my mouth back on it.

"Oh God," he trembled. "I'm so sensitive. I'm going to cum soon."

I moaned, making sucking noises along his cock.

"Do you want it?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Say that you want my cum."

"Please," I moaned, taking my mouth off his dick, breathing hot air across its rigid, wet skin, "please let me taste your cum. Shoot your hot load into my mouth."

He forced my head down on him, and he ground me along his shaft like a $20 ho. I even choked a little at the force of taking his whole length into my mouth, but I still sucked at him, sliding my tongue along the bottom of his shaft. Soon he was tensing, and he screamed out as he came, "Oh shit! I'm cumming!"

His load hit like a series of soft bullets against the roof of my mouth, my throat, and my tongue. He held me all the way onto him, and I did my best to swallow every drop of his load. He had a lot of cum, and it was hot and salty, viscous against my taste buds.

"Mmm," I sighed, finally freeing myself from his grip and lifting my head off his cock. "You came so much. I could barely take it all." I reached a hand forward to gently stroke his flaccid dick.

"Oh God, oh God," he panted.

"Don't tell me you're all done already." He looked down at me, trying to catch his breath. "Let's get your dick hard again so you can put that big monster of a cock inside me. I want to feel you in my ass." Again he moaned, and I watched as his dick twitched a little.

In encouragement, I grabbed the bag of porn he had brought, and walked over to pop in one of the DVD's into my DVD player. As it started playing, I took out my own cock to start stroking it, and caught him looking at it eagerly.

My dick was shorter, but it was thick in girth. I gripped it with my hot hand and started stroking it slowly. As I watched the scenes of the DVD, I could feel it tingle and respond, aching and throbbing in my hand. In just about 10 minutes, I was startled from my own masturbation when I heard him say, "I'm ready now."

"Good," I smiled, looking over at him. His dick was indeed rigid again, and I licked my lips as I felt my asshole tense, eagerly awaiting his cock. I quickly moved over to the couch where he was and crawled onto it after pulling off my pants and boxers, exposing my round ass for him. I motioned over my shoulder and said there was a bottle of lube there. He asked about condoms, and I said no. I told him I wanted to feel his semen seeping into my ass.

I heard him squirt a handful of lube into his palm, and heard it squishing as he rubbed it along his shaft. He must have put a ton of it on, not sure how much he would need. All the while, we were both getting turned on by the moans and screams of the DVD in the background.

"Line it up," I instructed as he stood behind me, holding his slippery dick in his hand. "Shove that thick cock inside of me." And I pushed my ass towards him.

He definitely had too much lube on, because his dick slipped a little as he tried to get it into my hole. Finally, though, after I could feel lube between my ass cheeks, he finally started to get the head inside. "Push hard!" I grunted, and he did. He pushed himself hard, and his dick popped inside. His dick was bigger than I had had in a while. It was long and thick, and it stretched me. I moaned at the feel of it, and started squeezing it and working it inside my ass.

He gasped and moaned, and I felt him place his lube covered hands on my ass as he started to fuck me. "Do you like that? Do you like having cock inside of you?"

"Mmm, yes," I moaned, grinding myself along him. "I love having a big, fat, hairy dick inside of me. Fuck me harder. Please. Please let me feel your balls slamming against me as you ram me inside."

He grunted and groaned, and he fucked me harder and deeper than before. I could feel him straining with the effort, and his feet were slipping a little once in a while on the carpet. Still, I let him fuck me, and moaned and groaned at the feel of his dick sliding in and out of my ass.

"Oh, oh, oh," I whimpered. "Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard."

"Yes... unn..."

"Oh God... you're tearing me apart. You fill me up with that big, hungry dick of yours."

He grunted, and I could feel him making harder, slower, heavier thrusts. He was panting now, and I knew he was working towards orgasm.

"I want to feel you cum inside me. I want to feel your hot load in my ass, feel it squirt inside me."

He groaned, and didn't stop slamming inside of me, even when his dick burst, and its small load exploded inside my ass. I tenderly milked his cock with my ass, squeezing him tight and then loosening up. Finally, he stopped, pulling his dick from inside me, and sat back down on the couch, exhausted.

"Mmmph," I breathed. "I can still feel your cum in my ass. It feels so good." I smiled as I looked over at him.

"Oh God. You're so good at turning me on."

"Well, don't get too comfortable yet. Now it's my turn."

He looked nervous again.

"Hey, don't expect to be able to just cum and go. You got off twice, I think I'm entitled to some release myself."

He looked sheepish and reluctant, and I knew he felt trapped.

"I'll go easy on you. Trust me, you'll like it."

He looked unsure, but he nodded silently.

"Get on your hands and knees on the floor," I ordered.

Quietly he complied. As he did, I moved to get on my knees behind him, and quickly yanked his shorts and boxers down. Now it was going to be my turn to use him.

I reached over and grabbed a little lube, swirling it over the head of my cock and the shaft. Then, gently, I lined my dick up with his hole and started to press the head inside.

He was tight. Really tight. He clearly was a virgin ass. I could hear him wince in pain as my head eased in, and I started to rock it gently back and forth, trying to loosen him up a little. His head was lowered, and he was panting as we were joined together on the floor, my dick sticking from his ass, hard and throbbing. It took probably about 15 minutes of slow, steady work with my cock before I was finally able to force it all the way inside. When I did, he gasped, and I felt his ass contract on my shaft. I held it there, letting him feel my girth.

"Now it's your turn to get fucked."

He moaned.

"I bet you've fantasized about this. I bet you've been waiting to get a hot dick shoved up your tight little ass. You want it, don't you?"

He moaned and whimpered, "Yes."

"You probably sit at home and stick your finger up your ass, wondering what it would be like to have a full dick ramming you raw, right?"

"Yes yes yes," he moaned, and now he was bucking against my crotch, urging me to move inside him.

"Well, now you're going to see what it's really like. I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't walk straight."

He groaned, and I leaned forward to grab his shoulders, driving my dick in and out of him hard. He moaned and whimpered, and despite loosening him up I knew it was causing him pain. I didn't care, though. I only cared about the tight skin of his anal pathway sliding along my dick, and the feel of precum dribbling from the slit of my head inside him.

I rammed him. I moaned and grunted and swore, feeling my body sweat from the effort of taking his virginity. He rocked against the floor, and I could tell he was gripping the carpet to keep from falling forward with the force of my thrusts.

"Are you ready for it, bitch?" I grunted.

"Yes," he moaned.

"Are you ready to take my hot load? Do you want to feel it shoot into your ass?"

"Yes yes yes! Please, oh God!"

That was all I needed, and I pushed and fucked his ass as hard and deep as I could. And when I came, my load burst forth like a river, shooting loads and loads of cum inside of him. I was surprised by how much I came, and I could feel it pool around the head of my dick even as it still squirted out, not able to go very far into his ass.

When I was done, I bucked feebly against him, grinding my cock in his ass. He was panting, and I could hear him breathing threw clenched teeth, wincing in pain. Finally I pulled out, and stood up victorious over his ass, watching some of my cum ooze out of his hole.

"There," I commented. "I popped your anal cherry. Now you're a dirty little cum whore ready for the fucking."

He whimpered, and I watched him reach back to feel some of the cum dripping out from inside him.

"Now get up and get out," I ordered.

He didn't resist. I could tell he enjoyed being dominated, just as he also enjoyed dominating me. He stood up, pulling his shorts and boxers back up, shifting uncomfortably as the cum continued to seep from his ass.

He looked at me.

"Go get cleaned up. Call me when you've showered and had time to sooth that ass of yours. I'm not done with you."

At that he moaned again, and turned and left my apartment.

I grinned as he left, smiling at my triumph, knowing that I had just secured a tight little ass for myself to use and abuse. I turned, watching the porn that was still playing, and sat down on the couch, stroking my wet, stinky cock as it grew hard again. In no time, I was bucking into my hand as I came again. Finally, after I was spent and exhausted, my dick finally limp, I climbed from the couch, turned off the DVD, and headed to shower. After all, in just a few hours, I'd be seeing my new sex toy again and I needed to be rested and prepared.

Shy Guy



"If you think I'm sexy and you want my body," I sing to the staccato of the water pulsating from the shower nozzle. I soap up my armpits then finish the line to my favorite Rod Steward Song as I scrape the stubble of hair with a pink razor, "Baby let me know."

I continue to hum the tune as I rinse the remnants of suds from my pits and lather up my 38 DD breasts. I enjoy the tingling sensation of the water spraying against my breasts. I imagine the feeling is being created by the hands of my lover. I shake my head side-to-side and say to myself, "Knock it off, Ellen, you have to get ready for work."

My fingers trail down my torso sending a warm thrill through my tummy. I lather up my pussy. With delicate moves I use the razor to fashion my bush into a desirable landing strip. Not that I have anyone to desire me at the moment. My lovers have all been imaginary since my husband left me eighteen months ago right after our son graduated from high school.

Lifting the shower nozzle from its cradle on the shower wall I spread my legs and let the water reach up to the insides of my thighs. The warm water causes me to sigh as I swish the nozzle back and forth rinsing the soap and cut hair from my pussy. I gasp as the pulsating jets of water make subtle contact with my clitoris. 

With a slight shudder I gush, "That feels so-o-o good." I scold myself knowing I'm too far gone to stop now. "My gosh, Ellen, you're a 42-year old woman. You shouldn't masturbate so much." 

I slow the water flow with a push of a button on the hand-held nozzle then drop to a squat in the shower. I've found that when I'm nearing climax my legs tend to weaken, and I don't want an unnecessary trip to the emergency room because I accidentally fell while playing with myself in the shower. I hold the nozzle head in such a way as to send a steady stream of water upward against my eager slit. 

My nipples stand at rigid attention in the center on my pink half-dollar size areolas. I hiss with delight as I tug on them. I hold out as long as I can but sooner than I want, I have to increase the water flow to the pulsating jets. The surging water buffets my clit and my orgasm builds. I feel my face flush crimson as a current of pleasure rushes from my cunt to my core. Soon, I'm writhing all over the shower in ecstasy. It's like sitting on the face of a man with a vibrating tongue.

With at tight clench of my buttocks I explode with orgasmic delight. My climax has reached its crescendo, blood pounds in my ears and white light races across my closed eyes. I plunge into the abyss of pleasure and howl my release, "Oh, ooh, oooh." 

As my climax subsides I slide down on my knees like I'm praying. I take a couple of deep breathes to clear my head then rise on unsteady legs. My fingers tremble as I turn the water off and grab a towel. I step out of the shower and quickly pat myself dry. My body is satiated and calm so I say out loud, "That was wonderful."

Yet, I know it's a lie. It's not so wonderful. In fact, it's downright terrible to have no one to share the pleasures of sex. I continue to dry myself off and fight back the wave of loneliness that always washes over me post-masturbation. I never think of or dream of anyone in particular when I masturbate. I don't need to, my toys or in this case the shower nozzle, are the tools I use to get the job done. I focus so hard on the process, the sped and position of the vibrator, that putting a face to the act would be too distracting. I accept it for what it is...self-pleasure.

I snap myself from my reverie by telling my reflection in the bathroom mirror, "Better get a move on girlfriend, you're going to be late."

Wiggling my plump rump into a red pair of satin panties I snap the waistband around my 34-inch waist with loud pop. Smiling I shyly slide my forefinger my and down my satin covered slit. My pussy gushes with anticipation. I mutter a forlorn whisper, "I need a hard cock and man attached to it."

Sighing I slip the matching red bra up my arms and work my Double-D's into the reinforced cups before snapping the clasp between my breasts. I hastily pull my shoulder length hair into a business-like bun. I grin at my reflection happy that the natural blonde color hides the gray so well.

I apply my make-up. First, I take concealer one tone lighter than my skin tone and dab into my crow's feet. I let it set for minute before I put on foundation. Then I opt for a thick winged eyeliner that goes gradually from thin to thick starting from the inner corner towards the outer corner of my eyes staying as close to the eyelashes as I can.

Once I'm done with my eyes I start on my lips. I want vampy red lips so I layer different hues. I blot to blend in the colors from the deep rich red-plum hues of the edge of my lips to the red-pink pigments of the center of my lips. Achieving the vampy red result I cry out, "Voila."

I smile at my reflection once the tasks are complete. I rest my hand on my large 46-inch hip and pop it up and down seductively, pleased with my appearance and my curves. I'm a big, beautiful woman that measures 38DD-34-46. My red bra and panties match my lipstick perfectly. The mischievous twinkle in my blue eyes dulls with sadness as I recall there is no one to ogle my lingerie or my curves.

I go into my bedroom and wrestle a pair of black tights up legs. Then I wrap a red, long sleeve, size 16 sweater-dress onto my five foot eight inch frame. Quickly I clasp the big black buttons down its front and smooth out an errant wrinkle. On the way out the door I hurriedly zip --up black knee-high boots with four inch heels.

Unsurprising the lobby of the 31-story Boatman's Bank Building where I work in downtown St. Louis is still decorated with Christmas trees even though the holiday has past. I'm glad it's just a few days until the New Year. Then the decorations, a cheerful reminder that I spent Christmas alone, will come down. I meld into the crowd in the lobby as employees hurry on their way to various jobs within the bank chain headquarters.

I put a little more sway into my hip as I sashay into the elevator hoping to catch the eye of any available male in the crowded conveyance. I feel someone lean into my backside and sense the unmistakable feeling of a cock pressing against my bounteous bottom. I catch a whiff of cheap cologne and frown with disappointment. Turning my head slightly I catch a glimpse of a pronounced widow's peak. My suspicion is confirmed it's Walter Talley, an account manager who works on my floor.

He's subtly hit on me several times since I've been working for Boatman's Bank. He has a skill for pushing against the boundaries of sexual harassment without crossing them. Just like now the crowded elevator gives his tawdry thrill snatching plausible deniability. He smiles at me like a kid with his hand caught in a cookie jar, "Good morning Ellen. Did you have a nice Christmas?"

"Not really, Mr. Talley, I spent it alone." I sigh, feeling like I need another shower but decorum demands that I be pleasant, "My daughter went to her father's and my son is deployed at sea with the Navy."

The elevator pauses and deposits riders on the next floor. I shuffle swiftly into the void. Thankful to put space between my derrière and Mr. Talley's stiffening prick.

He frowns as he slides his briefcase in front of his crotch to hide his hard-on. He shifts his gaze to my breasts and says congenially, "Too bad, I'm sorry to hear that, do you have big plans for New Year's Eve?"

"No sir, Mr. Talley..."

He interrupts, "Please call me Walter, there's no need to be so formal. I want to be friends."

I flash him a sweet smile and continue, "No plans, Mr. Talley. What about you do you and your wife have big plans?"

His frown deepens and I'm not sure if it's because he's caught my slight or because of the mention of his wife. The corners of his mouth turn upward into a sudden smile as he reminds me that he has a social life and I don't, "Why yes we do. We're going to the big New Year's Party at the Staler Hotel. Perhaps you can find a date and we'll see you there."

Before I could respond the elevator door opens and Mr. Talley leaves. I stamp my foot in frustration and silently vow I will not spend New Year's Eve alone. I step out of the elevator before the door closes. 

I go behind a raised counter right across from the elevator. I'm the receptionist for the upper management types that populate the executive floor. I don't have the computer skills to be a secretary but my mature outgoing personality makes it possible for me to be a receptionist. So I spend most of my time and very little of my IQ answering the phone and directing calls to the various executives on the floor. 

Between calls I read the newspaper, today an article in the lifestyle section catches my eye. It's entitled "Today's Dating Do's and Don'ts." I chuckle at the advice and add my own commentary to it; "DON'T look for perfection" (you'll be sorely disappointed). And, "DO expect to meet men in unexpected places" (like when they accidently walk into the ladies room). Followed by, "DON'T assume that somebody's not interested in you" (Even if you have a shelf-butt, some guys dig big booties). "DO be confident and make the first move." (it is the 21st century after all). "DON'T worry about his age—or yours." I have no witty response to that little snippet. I have never considered dating a younger man before and suddenly I wonder if I can.

At mid-morning the ding of the elevator makes me look up. A cute young man in his late twenties, wearing a blue pullover sweater and brown corduroy slacks exits the elevator. I smile at him as he approaches my station. I notice he's carrying a canvas bag shaped more like a tool box than a briefcase. I've seen him around the building several times since starting at Boatman's. I recall he's a troubleshooter from IT.

His brown hair is approximately shoulder length. It appears that he does not part it at all, choosing instead to simply comb it back and to the right. However, even this is not a truly accurate description because I'm not sure he does that much to his hair. It is a natural messy curly hairstyle. 

In addition, the facial hair he sports is scraggy. He has a thin mustache coupled with a beard that starts out as sideburns and remains thin until it reaches his jaw line then gets thicker just below his chin. There is very little connection between the mustache and beard as the mustache tapers down to nothing as it goes toward the beard. Considering his age, his facial hair appears to be the result of not having had shaved for about a week.

He stops in front of my counter and looks into my eyes before he greets me with a shy smile, "Ump...Hello...I'm here...to fix Mr. Talley's..."

"I know his computer keeps locking up. He's called me twice asking if the guy from IT has arrived yet," I say with a smile, noticing that the young man doesn't shift his gaze to my large breasts like most men do when they talk to me. Picking up the phone receiver I ask, "Who shall I say is here to fix it?"

"Uhh...I'm...uhh...Martin...Marty Ritter from IT."

I hold my forefinger and speak into the phone, "Yes, Laqueta there's a Mr. Ritter from IT to see Mr. Talley."

Hanging up the phone I point down the hall, "Office 2215, just around the corner."

"Thanks," he mumbles and turns to go.

"Marty, it was nice to meet you. I'm Ellen, Ellen Harlow by the way."

He turns back around with a timid smile and mutters, "Thanks, Ellen."

The ringing telephone on my desk terminates further conversation. When I answer the phone my voice lifts an octave betraying my elation. Looking down the hall I feel surprise at my disappointment, Marty's already out of sight. A warm sensation I haven't felt in a while begins deep in my tummy and radiates towards my cunt. I quickly cross my legs as my pussy dampens. 

A chaotic battle of wits erupts in my mind. He's so cute and has the most luscious brown eyes. Why a woman could get lost in those eyes, you should get to know him, my romantic side gushes. Yes, he's cute but he looks so scruffy with that facial hair and that messy hairstyle. Besides I bet he's half your age, not much older than your son, you should leave him alone my more realistic side scolds. 

At lunch time one of the executive secretaries spells me at my station so I can go to lunch. They rotate the duty and none of them seem to mind since they only have to do it about twice a month. Today it just happens to be Mr. Talley's secretary, Laqueta Jones.

I greet the eye catching bubble-butted black woman wearing a lavender dress as she approaches, "How's it going Laqueta? Nice dress."

"Thanks, Girlfriend."

I wonder if Mr. Talley has ever hit on her. I doubt it, he's too smart to crap where he eats. I smile and ask, "Did Mr. Talley get his computer fixed?"

Laqueta shakes her head and says, "Come on girl, you know Marty, the IT guy, is still in there. It seems Mr. Talley's computer is infected with some malware. Marty is trying to isolate it before it infects the entire bank's computer system. Mr. Talley is so pissed, he keeps yelling at Marty like it's his fault. I almost feel sorry for the little pervert."

"Pervert? What do you mean Laqueta?"

Mr. Talley stomps by the counter on the way to the elevator just as Laqueta sits down in my chair and before she can answer my question. He mumbles under his breath as he stabs the elevator button then louder he seethes, "I'm taking the rest of the day off. When Ellen returns from lunch take the rest of the day off too, Laqueta. It seems that idiot from IT won't have the problem fixed until later today. We'll have to work late tomorrow to make up for lost time." 

The elevator door opens with a ding and the angry Mr. Talley departs the floor. I look across the counter to Laqueta and grin, "Well, aren't you special?"

"Yeah, lucky me," Laqueta smirks back at me then picks our conversation back up, "Honey, I think you ought to avoid Mr. Martin Ritter..."

I interrupt, "How come? Is he married? Is he gay?"

Shaking her head Laqueta laughs, "I know he's not married and he's definitely not gay. You saw the way that boy dresses and his hair. You know gay guys have a lot more fashion sense." 

"Thank goodness," I sigh.

Laqueta hears the relief in my voice and adds, "Are you actually attracted to him? He's kind of young for you." 

Chasten, I cast my eyes down at the countertop and confess, "He's so cute and I'm so lonely."

Laqueta grimaces, "Sorry, it's none of my business. But you ought to know I have some history with Marty Ritter. Not long after he started working here I caught him staring at me in the cafeteria..."

"What do you mean, staring?" I interrupt.

"You know staring, gawking at you like you don't have any clothes on. I turned the little pervert in to HR but nothing came of it. The investigation claimed it was perfectly innocent on account he has some kind of phobia. But he still freaks me out, I won't be alone with him." 

We hear foot falls in the hall and Marty appears before the counter. We watch him as he puts his bag down and places a piece of computer hardware on the counter and explains, "Ump, will you tell Mr. Talley, ump, his hard-drive is totally corrupted. I couldn't...."

"Slow down," barks Laqueta as she struggles to write down the message. 

Marty jumps startled by the interruption. He mumbles, "Sorry."

I pat his arm to ease his discomfort and feel it tremble beneath my touch. I say to him, "She didn't mean to sound so harsh, finish what you were saying."

Marty nods at me with a shy smile. He loses his stutter as he confidently explains, "I'll have to replace the hard-drive and reconfigure his computer. I was able to save the majority of his data but not all of it. Most of his emails will be saved on the network server, so when he logs back into the system they will be there."

"Do you have any idea how Mr. Talley got this virus on his computer?" asked Laqueta, knowing that her boss would want that information.

"It's a Trojan horse virus that did a drive-by down load. It was probably picked up from a porn sight."

"What's a Trojan Horse?" I ask.

Marty's smile is infectious and I can't help but smile back at him. He explains, "A Trojan is a malicious application that masquerades as a legitimate file." 

With a sneer Laqueta voices her irritation, "Are you saying that Mr. Talley was surfing pornographic web sites?"

"Probably," replied Marty with self-assurance "It's the only way to get this particular Trojan. Mr. Talley had to open a pop-up window with some sort of innocuous advertisement attached to it. He clicked on the window in the mistaken belief that he was dismissing the advertisement and what he actually did was start the malicious software download."

"That's what you mean by drive-by download," I interject with giddy excitement.

"Exactly," smiles Marty. 

Contemplating the implications I ask, "And, you know for sure this Trojan came from a porn site?"

"Sure do," Marty turned to me. "It's a real nasty one too, from Lithuanian."

"And how do you know this malware came from that porn site?" asked Laqueta with raised eyebrows.

Marty doesn't catch the accusation dripping in Laqueta's voice and simply answers, "It was all over the tech blogs last week. I read about it." 

"I just bet you did," Laqueta smirks.

After answering our questions, Marty looks at me then at Laqueta unsure of how to disengage the conversion, "Ump, I got to go now, okay?"

Laqueta shrugs, "Sure, Marty."

I quickly follow Marty into the elevator and step into it with him. I say to him, "Second floor please, I'm going to the cafeteria. Are you eating lunch?"

His mop of messy hair flies with the negative shake of his head. He pushes the button and adds, "No, I need to locate a replacement hard-drive for Mr. Talley then get it installed."

Awkward silence fills the elevator. I catch Marty glancing at me and smile. I stifle a giggle as he turns red and quickly drops his gaze to the floor. There is an air of attraction between us despite our age difference. My nipples harden with sexual inspiration and my pussy dampens with anticipation. With a sudden surge of audacity I ask with a slight quiver in my voice, "Maybe, you'd like to get a drink with me after work?"

The unexpected chatter makes Marty jump but he continues to study a spot on the floor as he stutters his reply, "Uh, I'm not much of a, ump, drinker. I usually, ump, swim at the YMCA, ump, after work. But, uh thanks anyway."

The elevator door opens and I step out with disappoint . I still manage to say, "It was nice meeting you Marty. I hope to see you again real soon."

After lunch I take the opportunity to talk to an acquaintance in Human Resources. She confirms only what she legally can about Marty, like he's twenty-seven years old and has worked for Boatman's since he graduated from Illinois Technical College, and he is unmarried.

"Why the sudden interest in Martin Ritter?" she asks.

"He was on my floor this morning and Laqueta Jones told me about..." 

"That explains it, Ellen, if Marty made you uncomfortable, I can assure you it was perfectly innocent. He doesn't mean to leer. As I explained to Laqueta following my investigation of her complaint, Marty suffers from chronic shyness with a possible phobia called love-shyness. His staring can't be considered sexual harassment. He's just trying to work up his courage to speak to the opposite sex."

"Love-shyness I've never heard of such a thing."

My friend explains, "According to psychologists, love-shy people find it difficult to be assertive in situations involving potential romantic partners. For example, a love-shy man will have trouble initiating a conversation with a woman because of strong feelings of anxiety."




Shy Guy



"Thanks," I say. Hanging up my receiver I tell myself, "Oh Marty, you poor baby."

That night after supper I do more research about love-shyness on the Internet. When it's time for bed I slither into a pair of blue granny-panties and a long sleeved St. Louis Blues hockey sweater. Not very sexy but it keeps warm. I climb into my empty bed. Sleep won't come. 

I wonder about Marty and his shyness phobia. In the dark I review the information from my inquiry: A man suffering from love-shyness is strictly a heterosexual although he rarely goes out with women. He has no history of meaningful relationships of a romantic nature. He suffers emotionally because of this lack of meaningful female companionship. Yet, he becomes anxiety-ridden over the mere thought of approaching a woman in a romantic way. And, last but not least he is most likely a virgin.

My belly warms with yearning as I drift off to sleep wondering if Marty is still a virgin. Suddenly, I see myself looking down into the elevator at Marty and me. I'm wearing a white dress with a halter bodice and a pleated skirt. It looks just like the dress Marilyn Monroe wore in "Seven Year Itch." My consciousness objects to the image, I don't even own a dress like that one.

Ignoring the more rational side of my mind I continue to dream. I see Marty wearing a white tuxedo. I look into his eyes. Those big brown eyes seem to penetrate so deeply into my core that he touches my soul. My body aches to have his hard cock penetrate my pussy just as deeply. My nipples harden under his gaze and my pussy saturates with desire for him.

His eyes never stray from mine as he sniffs the air. He smiles at me like a cat does a mouse. He's picked up my scent of wantonness. After pushing the emergency stop button on the elevator panel he sweeps me into his arms. He laughs as I feign resistance to his embrace. Stifling my protest with a kiss, his tongue breaches my mouth. 

I swoon. Wrapping my arms around his neck I return his kiss with vigor. I feel Marty's hands squeezing the cheeks of my butt as he pulls my pelvis towards him. I feel his hard cock straining against his trousers reaching out for me. I moan into his mouth. 

Breaking our kiss, Marty looks into my eyes with intense passion and announces, "I want you." 

"Take me...take me now," I signal my surrender with my best romance novel like sigh.

He tugs the fabric of my dress behind my neck at the apex of the halter. It readily rips in two and he peels the material down to my waist revealing my bare breasts. His lust filled eyes take in the beauty of my large breasts as they heave panting. The nipples are stiff and ache for his attention. His gaze returns to my eyes he wants to see how I react as he gently but firmly squeezes both breasts like he's testing ripe fruit. He bows his head and inhales one of my nipples into his warm, wet mouth.

It takes my breath way. I squeal as he pinches my other nipple between his fore finger and thumb. My breath comes in jagged spats as my body dances on the line between pain and pleasure. With a throaty groan I run my fingers through his full head of messy hair encouraging him to suckle.

But, Marty wants to be in charge and responses to my encouragement by spitting out my nipple. He blows hot breath on it. The nipple gets painfully harder as I shiver involuntarily. He laughs as goose-bumps rise on my chest. He reaches beneath my skirt and slides his finger along my panty covered slit. He looks into my flushed face then says, "You're panties are soaked. You really want me to fuck you, don't you?"

I respond with a weak nod of my head.

"No, say it," he commands.

"Yes," I whisper.

"No, tell me you want me to fuck you," he demands.

My pussy grows even wetter. I lick my lips and pant, "I...want...you...to fuck...me."

With a wry look Marty kisses me again then pushes me back to arm's length. Spinning me around, he grabs me by my waist. He bends me over by drawing my lower body towards him while simultaneously pushing between my shoulder blades forcing my top half away from him. 

To keep from falling I reach for the elevator's handrail with flailing hands. Once in position I feel him raise my skirt by its hem. I look over my shoulder and see Marty lick his lips as his eyes take in the contours of my panty clad ass. 

He slides his foot between my feet and pushes them shoulder width apart. Marty's eyes narrow and grow fierce. He slides his fingers inside the waistband of my panties and pushes downward at the same time his thumb moves up inside my leg hole. As he bunches my panties into his palm I can feel the material stretching against my skin and I grip the handrail with white knuckles. With a snarl he rips my panties off with a violent jerk. The sound of tearing fabric drowns beneath my shrill shriek.

My screech is cut short by Marty's abrupt slap of my ass. The stinging blow reverberates in the small space of the elevator. I can feel the warmth of a whelp rising on the flesh of my butt-cheek, no doubt a red outline of Marty's handprint. 

I look over my shoulder and watch as his hand glides over my bottom with a light caress. He slaps it again, then twice more, sending shockwaves of pain through my jiggling buttock. Each stinging blow makes me yelp. My cries are ignored as he rests his palm on my cheek feeling the heat rising from it.

"Ellen, you are so beautiful. I love your sweet ass."

He offers me his index and middle finger and I suck on them like they are his cock. His intake of breath tells me enjoys my oral ministrations. He murmurs, "You wish it were my cock in your mouth don't you?"

The reward for my silence is another stinging slap on my ass. I spit out his fingers and bark, "Yes, yes, I want your cock."

"Not yet," Marty laughs.

He slips his two fingers into my soggy slit slowly but firmly as far as they will go. Methodically he teases the inner walls of my pussy with the pads of his fingers and my pussy grows juicier. His fingers makes contact with my G-spot and I squirm on his hand. He teases my G-spot by making a beckoning motion with his two fingers and I grow wetter still. He presses his thumb against my agitated clitoris and orders, "Now, cum. Cum for me. Cum now."

I actually bark with release. Shock waves of ecstatic pleasure rips through my core. I blink back the black as white lights flare through my consciousness and blood pounds dully in my ears. My snatch pulsates around Marty's digits like a passionate handshake. My orgasm subsides. In protest I groan as my gash losses its grip on his withdrawing fingers.

He pats my bottom with his wet fingers and says, "I think you're ready for my cock now."

I hear the zipping sound as Marty rips open his fly. Looking over my shoulder I see the ache of desire in his eyes. I shower his cock with my wetness as he teases me by rubbing it just inside my puffy labia. I stammer, "Put it in me, Marty. Put it...in...in my pussy p-ple-ease." 

He slides his gargantuan cock into my quivering quim with ease. It's massive and penetrates me balls deep. Marty grunts his pleasure as the velveteen wetness of my cunt encases his hardness. His cock is so big I swear I can fill the blood surging through the veins of it. Pressing his hands into my hips like vice gripes he thrusts his cock in and out of me. At light speed he pounds my pussy to a pleasurable pulp. The elevator echoes with our moans of ecstasy. 

"Don't stop...please...don't stop," I beg.

I reach between my legs and diddle my clit in time to Marty's onslaught. The copulation echoes of wet flesh-on-flesh smacks fade and the roar of rushing blood fills my ears. My eyes roll back in my head. My knuckles turn white as I grip the handrail. I feel I have the urge to pee. An electrical-like surge passes through my body from my cunt to my core. It feels like my whole pelvic region contracts around Marty's cock then collapse on itself. With a low growl I vocalize my orgasm until it reaches its pinnacle then I splatter ejaculate on the elevator floor. I howl, "Wooooo! Wooooo!"

Marty can't control himself as my climaxing cunt wetly clutches and contracts around his cock. Just as my head sinks back down onto the handrail, Marty snaps it back up by pulling my hair. This forces my back to arch and I groan. Now, he is able to propel more of his pecker into my pussy. With a wicked laugh he slaps my ass in rhythm to his thrusting cock. Each stinging blow brings a cry from me. This increases Marty's excitement and with a final savage stab he bottoms his cock out against my cervix. Groaning with gratification he coats it with his cum bellowing like a bull. He cums so much my cunt cannot contain it and it runs down my thigh in a torrent. 

I jerk straight up in bed panting. I shake my head to clear the confusion. Patting the mattress with my hands I realize I'm alone in my own bed not with Marty in an elevator. As I catch my breath I feel my soaked panties clinging to me.

Throwing the covers off I get out of bed. Quickly I peel the sullied panties down my legs and put on fresh ones and climb back into bed. Rubbing my trembling tummy I say to myself, "That wasn't just night emissions, I think I actually ejaculated."

The next morning I slip into pink panties and a matching bra after my morning shower. My body is somewhat satisfied by my naughty dream so I don't masturbate today, the first time in a long time. My body's satisfaction doesn't temper the ache of loneliness in my heart.

As I put my make up on, once again highlighting my lips, I ponder my dream. I know Marty is way too shy to be as aggressive in real life as he was in my dream. I surmise that my submissive behavior in the dream is a reflection of the fact that my ex-husband was always the sexual aggressor in our marriage, that's not to say he instigated sex as often as I desired. If I got horny I would just self-gratify. 

Looking at my reflection in the mirror I speculate that perhaps my marriage would have been different had I been more sexually assertive. My husband who was in his senior year of college had felt duty-bound to marry me after I told him that he had gotten me pregnant. With obligation as the foundation of our marriage instead of love it was a wonder it lasted as long as it did. 

My brow furrows as questions streak across my uneasy mind like a bolts of lightning on a stormy night. Am I going to settle for a lonely New Year's Eve because social convention claims Marty is too young for me? And, since he's so shy am I bold enough to overcome my submissive nature and initiate the first move like the magazine article I had read earlier suggested?

Leaving the bathroom I dress in a charcoal-colored plus size chic business suit with a single-button jacket that hits me at my wide hips. The matching pants feature a wide leg with a straight fit through my hips and thighs accentuating my plump rump and creating an eye catching and tantalizing camel-toe.

I don't see Marty until I walk into the cafeteria for lunch. Recalling my dream my belly warms. My nipples harden and my pussy dampens as I make eye contact with him. I smile but his eyes quickly dart away. 

"Maybe, he's just not into you," I mumble still standing by the entry way. I puff my cheeks and blow to quill the panic rising in me, "No, he's just chronically-shy. Besides he got royally reamed for gawking at Laqueta."

"Excuse me, I need to get by," quips a man in a business suit trying to exit the cafeteria.

"Oh, sorry," I mutter to the man then under my breath, "For goodness sakes Ellen. Do you want to spend New Year's Eve alone? Put on your big girl panties and go talk to him."

My face scrunches into a mask of determination. I quick-march to Marty's table. 

He looks at me with wild eyes and starts to stand up clutching his tray. He stammers, "Ump, I wasn't leering at you, ump, I was just looking. Ump, I'm sorry."

"Do you like what you see?" I giggle.

"Huh, what?"

"Sit down, Marty. It's okay. I want to talk to you."

He sits down but remains nervous like a colt ready to bolt out the barn door. His eyes barely glance at me when he asks, "Ump, are you going to, ump, complain to HR."

I shake my head, "Nope. Why would I? I'm glad you were looking at me. I want you to look at me."

"What?" Marty arches his eyebrows, "Why?"

With a coy smile I touch Marty's hand, "Because I'm attracted to you. And I want to know if you're attracted to me."

"You're attracted to me?" sputters Marty with shock and surprise.

"Yes, we've established that, what I want to know is, are you attracted to me?"

He nods.

"Good. Do you want to go to a New Year's Eve party with me? I'll even buy the tickets."

Marty's face contorts with shock and surprise. His mouth drops open but no words come out.

"Close your mouth boy," snarls a dark suited man standing next to the table reeking of cheap cologne, it's Walter Talley. "I agree she's pretty for a woman her age and size but there's no need to make a spectacle of yourself. Besides, I don't think you're man enough to handle her anyway."

"Excuse me!" I scoff with incredulous. "Mr. Talley you can't talk to me that way."

Mr. Talley smirks down at me, "I wasn't talking to you, I was talking about you. Besides, isn't Junior here a little young for you?"

Before I can respond, Mr. Talley turns back to Marty, "I don't know what you said to Laqueta but she quit today."

"Laqueta quit, why?" I exclaim with shock.

"I'm not exactly sure but after speaking with Marty here, she said she didn't feel like she could continue to work around perverts."

Marty starts to explain, " Ump, I didn't..."

Mr. Talley cuts him off "Shut up! You need to go explain yourself to HR. I'm writing you up for malicious gossip, that's strike two Buddy Boy. Three strikes and you're out of here." 

Slamming his fist on the table, Mr. Talley shouts, "Now, go to HR!"

Marty jumps like he's been shot and tips over his chair as he flees the cafeteria.

"I was there when Marty spoke to Laqueta. He didn't say anything inappropriate to her." I glare at Mr. Talley, "He just explained how you got that virus from a porn..."

Mr. Talley interrupts me with a sneer, "Keep talking sister and I'll write you up too. Marty is only speculating how my computer got that virus, he can't prove it. Now if you want to push the issue then I'll make sure Marty gets his third strike and he'll be fired. Enjoy, the rest of your lunch."

I calm down before I return to my station on the executive floor. I'm civil but cold to Mr. Talley when introduces his new secretary to me, a grandmotherly woman near retirement age who is transferring from another department, named Agnes. I'm pleased she is not a younger new hire that Mr. Talley will enjoy ogling.

At the end of business I wait in the lobby near the elevators for Marty. The stairwell door on the other side of the lobby explodes open. Marty and the rest of the crew from IT hustle out of it. I almost miss him. I hurry towards him shouting, "Marty...Marty Ritter...Marty, please wait."

He hears me and turns his head. When he sees me, he looks me straight in the eye, shakes his head negatively and turns to push himself out the revolving door.

I increase my pace and catch up to him. I grab his arm and spin him around, "Hey Mister, I was talking to you."

"Uh, leave me alone." 

Suddenly I'm dizzy and I grab Marty to keep from falling. He catches me in his arms and asks with anxiety, "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

My face flushes red and I stutter, "My blood sugar. I need something to eat, please help me."

Marty guides me down the street and into a deli. He gets me a seat at a table then buys a container of orange juice. His face is a mask of concern as he studies my face. He opens the juice for me and orders me to drink it.

I nod before I gulp down the juice. My taste-buds are amused by the pulp remnants in mouth. After a moment, my digestive system quickly breaks down the sugars of the juice and sends it surging throughout my system. I feel better and mutter, "Thanks, Marty."

Satisfied that I'm not going to faint Marty sits down and asks, "This kind of thing happen often?"

"Only when I skip a meal, after Mr. Talley's fit in the cafeteria I couldn't eat."

Marty bows his head and studies the table top, "I'm sorry."

I reach for his hand on the table and clasp it, he looks into my eyes and doesn't let go of my hand. I choke with emotion, "You have nothing to be sorry about. It's not your fault, Mr. Talley is son-of-bitch."

"Get you folks anything else?" calls the man from behind the deli counter.

Marty nods, "They have the best Reuben sandwiches around. Would you like one?"

"Sure."

"Two Ruebens," Marty calls back. His voice resonates with a strong timbre.

While we wait for our food I pick up the conversation, "You never answered me today."

"Uh, what?"

"Would you like to go to the Staler Hotel's New Year's Eve party with me?"

"Ump, I don't think that, ump, would be a good idea," he replies and tries to move his hand away.

I keep hold of his with a firm grip and press him, "Why? You said you found me attractive. Is it our age difference? Or because I'm a big girl?"

Negatively Marty shook his head while pulling his hand away.

"Then why? Do you like being alone?"

A desperate glint reflects in Marty's eye as he sputters, " No, but it's all I know."

I reach across the table and stroke his face, "Sweetie it doesn't have to be that way. I'm alone and you're alone. We can be together at least for New Year's Eve. Okay?"

Marty sighs, then whispers, "Okay."

I playfully tug on his whiskers and suggest, "You'd look good with a Van Dyke goatee instead of that straggly beard. And, if you'd put a little pomade in your hair while it is damp, it would have a softer, more natural look and it would help keep your hair in place." 

Our food is brought to the table and we talk about ourselves. I tell him about getting pregnant when I was a freshman in college and how as soon as the kids left home my husband left me. I chuckle, "The funny thing is that was when I lost my virginity. The first time I had sex I got pregnant."

Marty nods with sympathy, "I know what you mean. My first time was a disaster too. My senior prom date, my only date in high school. After the dance we start to get busy and I get too excited and uh, ump, you know. I didn't even get her panties off. Well, she tells everyone at school and they start calling me Minuteman. That was my first, last and only date."

"You poor thing, no wonder you can't talk to women. But how were you able to tell me that whole story without stuttering?"

Mary shrugs, "I don't know, I just feel comfortable around you."

I smile, "I'm glad." He lowers his head and studies an uneaten potato chip in his plate. "Uh, can I ask why you find me attractive?"

I giggle at his discomfort and watch as he fidgets in his seat before I answer, "Well, you are kind of cute but mostly because you look me in my eyes when you talk to me, not at my boobs."

"I don't understand."

"Marty, I've had big breasts since I was fourteen. Most men when they talk to me are looking at my Double-D's not at me. When they look at me all the see are my tits, you see me."

"Oh," nods Marty with understanding, "but just for the record I do like your boobs. And in defense of my gender they are the size of cantaloupes so they are difficult to ignore."

I laugh tossing my napkin on my empty plate, "Let's get out of here."

"Go where?"

Slipping on my coat I say, "To Famous Barr, it's right around the corner. I need a new dress for the party."

Marty shrugs again and we leave the deli. I slip my arm around his as we stroll down the street. At first, he seems wary of my close proximity but grows more comfortable as we walk. Soon we arrive at the department store and head up the elevator to the women's section.




Shy Guy



I hand him my coat and ask him to sit near the fitting room while I try on a couple of dresses. I know I'm a curvy girl but I also know big doesn't have to mean unsexy. Sexy comes from a confident attitude as much as it does from looks. I quickly strip out of my pants suit. I glance into the mirror and catch Marty's reflection in it. I smile at him as he realizes I left the door ajar on purpose.

Both dresses I want to try on have built in support, making a brassiere unnecessary. I reach behind my back and undo my bra. I hear Marty's intake of breath as he catches sight of my bare Double-D's. I tease him by twinking each nipple in turn. I giggle into the mirror as it catches him crossing his legs in order to hide his boner. I pull up my panties by their waistband. The cotton material invades my slit and creates a camel-toe. With a mischievous smile I run my forefinger up and down it causing my panties to cling to my wet snatch. Giggling I watch as Marty squirms in the chair and places my coat over his lap.

Slipping the red dress over my head I study my reflection and shake my head unsatisfied. I wiggle out of it making sure that Marty catches every jiggle of my curves. I wink at his reflection and say, "I don't like that one."

He shrugs and smiles like a kid at the circus.

The next dress I try on I really like. It is a long sleeve black velvet dress with glistening sequins drenching its length. It has a bateau neckline and a sultry v-back. The hem hits my thigh half way down to my knee. I smile at my reflection and nod, "This is the one."

"It looks real nice," Marty nods his approval.

I wink at him as I completely close the door. I shimmy out of the dress and slip my panties off as well. After I put my pants suit back on I put my bra and panties in my purse. I pay for my dress and we leave the store.

It's growing cold as we get to the parking structure next to the bank building where I park my minivan. I take Marty home, his apartment is just off Kings Highway. After putting the vehicle in park I reach across the seat and pull Marty towards me. I close my eyes and briefly brush my lips across his. 

He's shy but doesn't resist as my tongue parts his lips and explores his mouth. He gulps and pats his lips with his fingers after I break our kiss like he is trying to capture the taste. His brow furrows with confusion as I place my pink panties in his hand. He looks at me.

"For later. When you're alone, "I smile, "I want you to think of me."

"Thanks," he gasps staring at the panties in his hand with wide eyes. He disappears into his apartment complex before I can get my vehicle in gear and head home. 

As I lay in bed later my mind whirls with conflicting thoughts and emotions. I'm not use to being the instigator in a relationship but I find the role appealing. My risqué behavior is something new too, and I feel like a bird just learning to soar. My belly grows warm as I recall Marty squirming in the chair by the fitting room.

I reach for my rabbit vibrator from my night stand drawer. Twisting the base of the vibrator I engage the lowest speed of the naughty device. I travel the head of the vibrator around the most responsive parts of my body. First buzzing my inner thighs then my labia. My mind drifts to the image of Marty. The humming noise from the vibrator grows distracting so I turn it off and let it fall to the floor. 

With familiarity I trace my fingers around my anatomy. Squeezing my behemoth breasts until my nipples grow stiff. I further map out my body by trailing my hand down my trembling tummy to my puffy pussy lips. Pinpointing my clitoris I explore my pussy, wet with wanton desire. It feels so good I whimper, "Uh, uh, uh."

Wickedly I grin as my thoughts turn to Marty. I thrust my middle finger deep into my cunt. I imagine Marty madly stroking his cock while he sniffs my pink panties. I frantically push my palm against my clit while my fingers saw in out of my pussy. I pinch down on one of my nipples hard then a little harder. My breathing comes in spats. Finally I push myself over the edge to orgasm and cry out, "Marty, Sweet Baby!"

I see Marty very little over the next couple of days although he texts me often. It's amazing how talkative he can be via text. My texting skills are inadequate at best. Often I simply post a happy face, which I'm sure makes him laugh.

During this time Mr. Talley tries to discourage me from seeing Marty and pursues me with double-entendres, "You know Marty really doesn't know how to speak to women Ellen, where I on other hand am a cunning linguist."

"I'll have to confirm that with your wife." It seems reminding Mr. Talley, he has a wife disturbs him more than anything else.

New Year's Eve is a work day so I make arrangements for a room at the Staler Hotel and plan to change into my party dress there. I text Marty the details and tell him the time to meet me in the hotel lobby.

After work, I hurry to the hotel since I'm a guest of the hotel I get free parking. Rushing up to my room, I strip out of my business outfit as soon as the door clicks shut. I fill the tub. The steaming water is soothing and I slip into the reinvigorating waters careful not to get my blonde hair wet. 

I want to make it a special night for Marty. So before getting out of the tub I shave off all my pubic hair. I say out loud, "A bald beaver for my Baby."

My labia are already swollen with eagerness. I think of Marty and caress my vulva with feather-like strokes. My pussy lips are moist with lust. I press my palm against my clit. My eyes roll to the back of my head. Red then white lights streak across my brain as an orgasmic wave crashes over me. Water from the bathtub splashes onto the floor as my body thrashes in throes of passion. I collapse in the still swirling water as my climax recedes.

After I get out of the tub and dry off. I wrap myself in one of the hotel's terry-cloth robes. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror I put my blonde hair up in a loose bun. Raising my arms causes my huge hooters to burst from the confines of the robe. I chuckle at their appearance, "Easy ladies, easy. I'm sure you'll get plenty of attention later."

Taking concealer I pat it under my eyes, a makeup base and eye liner follows. I close my eyelids and brush on eye-shadow. Dabbing a finger into my lightest eye-shadow color I press it into the inner corner of my eye where the upper lid meets the bottom lid. This makes my eyes pop, with dramatic flamboyance I say, "Voila." 

To keep attention on my eyes, I down play my lips and color them with a light shade of pink lipstick. The result pleases me so I wink at my reflection. Finishing with my make-up, I turn off the bathroom light and go to the bedroom.

I sit on the edge of the bed and slide sheer black stockings up my legs, caressing them to my trembling thighs. Before standing, I place my feet into sexy black stiletto heels. Then I wrap a wide black garter around my waist. Its black stretch lace material covers my lower belly from my naval to the cleft of my vulva. The black garter and stockings frame my bald pink pussy into a picture of wanton pleasure.

Looking into the full length mirror attached to the bedroom wall I smile at my reflection. My nipples are hard and throb with an inner warmth. My pussy glistens with anticipation while my clit peers from its hood looking for attention. I see a shameless slut looking back at me. Finding it somewhat surprising and stimulating, I feel hedonistic.

"No panties tonight," I say to myself before I slip on my sequin party dress.

Minutes later I'm in the lobby waiting for Marty. After a moment I see a smiling young man in a dark suit fighting his way through the crowd towards me. It's Marty. He's dressed in a sharply tailored navy blue suit with a light blue shirt. His festive yellow tie adds pizazz and the matching yellow handkerchief in the breast pocket of his suit brings the wow factor.

"Marty, oh my, you look so nice," I stammer. "I barely recognize you."

He smiles and explains, "I thought I ought to get a new suit for the occasion, since you got a new dress. The sales clerk at Famous Barr put this ensemble together for me."

My pussy grows warm as I look into his eyes. Cupping his cheek in my hand, my fingers tremor when they make contact with his flesh. I choke with astonishment, "You shaved."

"Not all of it," he rubs the whiskers on his chin. "I followed your suggestion and got my beard trimmed into a Van Dyke. Do you like it?"

Nodding with approval, I move my fingers to his hair held in place with pomade, "You look marvelous, Marty."

He blushes and hands me a wrist corsage, "This is for you."

"How thoughtful," I say as he slips it on my wrist, "Thank you." 

The corsage is of three red rose buds fashioned into a classic design with accents and a bow. I scoop up his arm and say, "Shall we go?"

We enter the Grand Ballroom after surrendering our tickets. After finding our assigned table we head for the buffet table. At the salad bar Marty notices that I have a heaping helping of cucumber slices on my plate, "You must really like cucumbers."

"Not especially," I reply as I place several oyster half shells on his plate. 

Marty frowns at his plate, "I'm not even sure I like oysters."

"You will, trust me," I assure him laughing.

When we get to our seats at Marty fingers the half shells unsure of them. I tell him, "Their called Oysters Rockefeller. Its oysters on the half-shell that have been topped with parsley and other green herbs, smothered in a rich butter sauce and bread crumbs then baked."

"They look kind of slimy."

I laugh and pat his thigh under the table, "Sweetie, oysters are an aphrodisiac known to invigorate males." I move my hand up his thigh and gently squeeze his cock. It hardens in my hand, impressing me with its size I smile at Marty. 

He picks up a shell, brings it to his mouth and gulps down its contents while his face twists in an expression of distaste.

Chuckling, I give his cock another squeeze before I pick up my fork and start to eat.

Watching me chew a cucumber while crinkling my nose Marty observes, "You don't seem to really like cucumbers. So why are you wolfing them down?"

"They're aphrodisiacs, too, Silly. Cucumbers are thought to increase a woman's stimulation by increasing the blood flow to the vagina."

"Well in that case have mine," laughs Marty as he scrapes a couple of green slices from his plate on to mine.

After supper the band starts up with a melodious tune. The champagne I consume with supper lowers my inhibitions. I shimmy my hips to the beat of the music as I lead Marty by the hand to the dance floor. I look over my shoulder at him and smile, he seems to find the oscillation of my plumb rump mesmerizing. I spin on my heel and open my arms to him.

Marty moves into my embrace and we sway to the rhythm of the music. He's sporting an erection that presses into my pelvic area. He's self-conscious about it and tries to push me out to arm's length. He whispers an apology, "I'm sorry Ellen, ump, you, ump excite me so much. I can't help it."

I pull back into him and grind my pelvis on his erection whispering into his ear, "Don't apologize Marty, I'm thrilled that I can excite you that much." 

The song ends and we break apart to applaud. The band begins to play a faster number and I watch as a young woman nearby palpitates her fanny against the crotch of her date. With a wicked grin I mimic her moves and grind my bottom into Marty's loins. I feel his cock harden. Looking over my shoulder I giggle at the look of rapture on his face. I get lost in the music and my lust. My ass wiggles and my tits jiggle to the wild beat of it as I perform a primeval mating dance. After a couple of fast numbers the band returns to playing a slow song. Just as we are about to move into each other's arms again I catch a whiff of cheap cologne. My stomach drops with despair as I hear Mr. Talley voice, "Mind if I cut in?"

Marty knows it's a command not a request. He lowers his eyes to the floor, relenting his claim on me as social custom requires, "I guess not."

Mr. Talley reminds me of a vampire with his black suit and v-shaped widow's peak highlighting his slick hair. He pulls me into dance position and I grimace. He notices the corsage on my wrist and chuckles, "What is he, in high school?"

"I think it's sweet."

"You would," his breath reeks of vodka and sarcasm. He appraises me from head to foot. His eyes linger a little too long on my bosom and I feel like a mouse trapped by its tail in a cat's paw. He raises an eyebrow suggestively, "Ellen, that dress looks good on you of course I think it would look better on my bedroom floor."

I smirk as I feel his belly quake with laughter. As he spins me around I catch sight of a thin, mousy woman with a flat chest in a plain dress. I assume she is Mr. Talley's wife, Marty shuffles at arm's length with her. Maneuvering to keep Mr. Talley from rubbing against me, I ask him, "So is that your wife?" 

He looks over his shoulder, "Yeah, that's her."

I pull Mr. Talley's hand off my ass and up to my waist saying, "She seems nice."

"She's a twig," he says pulling me close so my big breasts push into his chest. "I like a woman with meat on her bones, a woman with curves, a woman like you."

I push him back to arm's length, "Mr. Talley you're married, nothing will ever happen between us. Besides, I really like Marty."

"Yeah, I noticed. The way you were grinding your ass on that boy I thought he might ignite in spontaneous combustion."

His hand goes back down to my ass and he pulls me close so I can feel his erection, "That's what you need to satisfy you. I doubt that boy has one big enough to pleasure a big woman like you."

With a red face I stop dancing and snap, "Look Stubby, Marty is twice the man you are." 

To exorcise my frustration with Mr. Talley I stomp the heel of my shoe into his foot. A satisfied smile splits my face as he lets go of me and howls with pain. He is hopping about the floor as his wife moves to assist him.

I retreat from the dance floor dragging Marty by the hand.

"Where are we going?" He resists my tug, "They've begun the countdown."

Near the ballroom exit Marty finally gets me to halt. He joins the crowd chanting with youthful exuberance, "Four...three...two...one.... HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

He pulls me into a kiss. His tongue penetrates my mouth the way I yearn to have his cock penetrate my pussy. He breaks our kiss and says, "Thanks, Ellen I've had the time of my life."

"The night's not over, Lover, let's go to my room."

Blushing I recall my dream as we enter the elevator. The doors close and I vault into young Marty's strong arms. I kiss him with barbarous enthusiasm. My tongue probes his mouth and he responds by entangling his tongue with mine. My sex scent fills the enclosed space of the elevator and Marty's nostrils flare with lust as he realizes I'm ready to copulate.

The room is glowing with the ambient light of celebratory fireworks when we enter it. They explode over the Mississippi River backlighting the Gateway Arch. With a wicked grin I unzip my dress and it falls to the floor. I stand before Marty just wearing my garter belt and stockings. I smile and pull the bobby pins from my hair and shake it down. My voice is husky with lust, "Happy New Year, Marty."

He watches me in silence as I walk slowly towards him swinging my hips in a most seductive way. His eyes tarry on my breasts. He sees that my nipples are hard and rise rigidly from my pinkish areolas. His eyes roam down to my crotch. He licks his lips. 

Impishly I smile at Marty. I embrace him by wrapping my arms around his neck. I kiss him with passion. I feel his hands on my buttocks as his shyness melts away. My slobbering slit feels his very hard trouser covered cock pressing against it. I push his suit coat off and let it drop onto the floor. Then I unbutton his shirt kissing his chest as I undo each button. Soon it joins it his jacket on the floor. 

Marty gently but firmly squeezes my breasts as if he's checking a ripe cantaloupe. He bends his head and takes an erect nipple into his mouth and sucks it.

"That's it, Baby," I hiss while running my fingers through his hair.

Dropping to my knees I unzip his trousers. Gleefully I fish his hard cock out of his boxers. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise, Marty's cock is huge! I study it for a moment before kissing the swollen helmet of it then licking the pre-cum drooling from it.

"This looks like it should be attached to a pony. I'm defiantly going to be walking bow-legged after riding on this monster."

He stammers, "Really, ump, glad you, ump like it."

"I love it, especially, when it's so big and hard." I lick the underside of his shaft.

Marty's sudden intake of breath confirms my notion that he's enjoying the ministrations of my mouth. His cock throbs in my hand and I can feel the blood pounding through it. 

Smiling up at Marty I stroke his cock with both hands, twisting and turning my hands around it. I draw the long hard shaft back into my mouth. I can't accommodate it all so I continue to stroke the remaining shank. I tease him by darting my tongue into his piss slit, he groans and squirms. Soon, I'm sucking and stroking Marty's monster member for all I'm worth. 

Marty's cock swells in my mouth. His testicles contract. His cock spews cum. HIs shout of ecstasy reverberate throughout the room, "I'm cumming, Ellen. I'm cumming."

My mouth fills with cum. I swallow as much as I can but a bit leaks from the corner of my mouth. I twirl my tongue around Marty's bloated cock head cleaning cum from it. I release Marty's cock from my mouth and giggle as he collapses into a chair fully spent.

Noticing a dollop of cum resting on my breast I wipe it up with my forefinger and stick it into my mouth sucking it clean. I smile at Marty's gaze of astonishment and whisper huskily, "Your cum is finger-licking good, Baby."

I rise from the floor and saunter to the bed. My buttocks jiggle as I amble silently across the carpet. Glancing over my shoulder catching Marty's eye I give him a flirtatious grin. Laying across the bed I seductively pat the mattress, "Baby, why don't join me over here."

Marty sheds his trousers then steps out of his briefs. The muscles of his lithe swimmer's body ripple as he glides with grace across the room. His cock, once again erect, sways between his legs like a hungry beast on the prowl. He climbs on to the bed and murmurs, "Oh Ellen, so beautiful."

Reaching for one of my creamy white breasts he gently but firmly squeezes it. He smiles as I moan, he seems to appreciate mine responsiveness. He kisses my neck before moving down to suck a pink nipple into his mouth.

I encourage him to suckle by running my hands through his long dark hair. I murmur, "That's it Marty, that feels so good, Baby."

Leaving my heaving breasts Marty trails his tongue down my trembling torso. He teases me by blowing his hot breath over my tummy. Goose bumps rise all over my trunk. He continues kissing and licking his way down my body until he is between my legs.

My own excitement builds as he brushes his lips over my slit with light caresses. I strain and buck my hips upward. Finally, he puts his lips right on top of my slit and kisses it gently then harder. I moan my pleasure.

He uses his tongue to broach my pussy. He runs his tongue up and down the layers of my pussy flesh. Tentatively, his tongue enters me and fucks me with gentle stabs. It feels heavenly and teases the hell out of me because now my clit wants some attention. It's stiff and peeks from its sheath. He brings his tongue to the top of my slit and uses it like a probe. Locating my pearl he licks it hard and presses his tongue into the hood.

I mutter encouragement, "That...that's...it...that's it."




Shy Guy



He slides two wet fingers firmly but slowly as far as they will go into my drooling cunt. He teases me meticulously until at last his fingers make contact with my G-spot.

"That's the place," I rasp and squirm on his hand.

He starts to tap his fingers against my G-spot with the same kind of rhythm his cock would make sliding in and out of my pussy. He sends his fingers in and out of my cunt with forceful exuberance.

"Don't stop...please...don't ever...ever stop."

Gently pulling my pussy lips apart, Marty exposes my clit and flicks his tongue quickly against it. My legs thrash against his head as I writhe about the bed. Sensing I'm approaching orgasm Marty purses his lips into an O and sucks forcefully on my clit. I lift my butt off the mattress and buck my pelvis with the rising wave of climax but he somehow Marty manages to keep his hot mouth on my clit and sucks even harder. 

"Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!" 

Satisfied that I'm on the verge of climax he lightly bites my clit and shoves his two of his fingers up my ass. White light explodes before my eyes as orgasm ripples through my body. The bed quivers beneath me as my body quakes on top of it. I cry out with dizzy delight, "Yeesh, Yessh."

When I come back to earth I open my eyes and see Marty's face full of glee. He is pleased with himself for giving me so much pleasure yet, he looks for confirmation, "Was that good for you?"

"Fantastic," I laugh then ask. "Where did you learn how to eat pussy like that?"

Marty chortles, "The Internet of course."

My legs tremble as Marty moves between them. With tortured anticipation I watch as he spreads my thighs. I gasp and hold my breath as the bulbous head penetrates my pussy the length of his massive shaft soon follows. I squeeze my cunt muscles tightening my grip on his monster cock.

"Ump! Your pussy is so tight." He gasps, "It feels so good."

"Big...you're big...so....big." I groan as Marty slowly slides his cock into my slick snatch. I clutch his ass digging my nails into his flesh embedding him more fully inside me. My eyes widen in disbelief as my pussy convulses around his cock in sudden climax. I close my eyes and wail in orgasmic release, "Oooooh! Cum...cunt...cum!"

Marty fights back his own urge to orgasm as my cunt squeezes his cock like a velvet vice. He huffs, "Geez, Ellen, your pussy is so responsive."

Once I recover I mutter with urgency, "Fuck me, Marty. Fuck me hard."

With that kind of encouragement Marty begins to pummel my pussy to a pleasurable pulp. He sets a fantastic pace that sends waves of ecstasy throughout my body. With animal-like lust he looks deep into my eyes and curls his lip as he straightens up on his arms for a better position to throttle my pussy.

"Ahhhh," I moan with each powerful thrust of Marty's prick.

Each lunge of his pelvic brings contact to my exposed and super sensitive clit. With each connection an electrical charge surges through my body from my cunt to the pleasure centers of my brain. I clutch Marty's arms wrapping my fingers around his powerful biceps and hold on for dear life as he increases the tempo of his thrusts. 

Marty is lost in his lust and he stammers, "Fuck...pussy...fuck."

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" I return his mating call as my mind whirls with pleasure.

Marty's face contorts as his torso turns crimson. He's approaching orgasm and I can feel his mammoth manhood thicken within me. He shoves it into my pussy to the hilt just as his bloated balls blast their load deep within me. He groans, "Cum...aw yeah...cum!"

"Fill my pussy Baby! Fill me with your cum." 

Feeling the jets of Marty's cum coating my cunt mixes with the sensation of his cock prodding my G-spot sends me over the top. A sudden burst of euphoria explodes within me as another orgasm rips through me. My whole body feels scorched from the climatic flash burn. Shockwaves of pleasure make me scream like a banshee as I ejaculate all over Marty's cock. I collapse semi-conscious and completely spent.

Marty rolls over and lies on his back panting, "That... that was... incredible."

"Not bad, for your first time. You'll get better with practice." I tease as I curl up next to him. Resting my head on his chest I run my fingers over it with sated bliss, "And, I'm going to make sure you get lots of practice." 

We both fall into satiated sleep. Awakening on New Year's Day we spend most of it making love. First, right as we wake up, then again in the shower after we watch the Tournament of Roses Parade then, twice more at my place between the Orange Bowl and the Cotton Bowl football games.

I can't concentrate due to the lack of sleep the next day at work. My lower tummy is sore from the many orgasms Marty has given me and as predicted I walk bow-legged. I don't see Marty until lunch time in the cafeteria. I smile at him as he sits down across from me and ask, "How you doing, Lover? I feel like I've ridden a horse all the way from Kansas City."

"I feel great," he smiles with a satisfied gleam in his eye. Then he glances down at his lap and teases, "I swell up like a horse every time I think of you."

Our gleeful banter is interrupted by the appearance of Mr. Talley. He enters the cafeteria and limps over to our table with a cane and wearing a walking cast. His face contorts as he seethes at me, "You broke my foot, Fat Ass. I'm going to sue your big ass for my medical expenses."

Before I can respond Marty grabs Mr. Talley by the tie and pulls him down towards the table. Marty's eyes narrow as he speaks low and hot into Mr. Talley's startled face, "Ellen has a fine sweet ass you'll never get to tap. So you don't get to look at her. You sure don't to get to speak to her that way. If you do, I'll rip your stubby little cock off and shove it in your mouth."

Wide-eyed Mr. Talley struggles to escape and flusters, "You can't put your hands on me. You can't threaten me."

Marty lets go of Mr. Talley's tie and stands up. His chair scraps the floor like fingernails on a chalkboard. Marty fumes, "That's not a threat, Mr. Talley, that's a promise."

Mr. Talley tries to smooth out his tie with his palm, "I'm going to HR right now and report you."

"Go ahead and report me. I'm sure HR wants to talk to you anyway, so they can complete their investigation."

"What?" asks Mr. Talley as the blood drains from his face. "What investigation?"

"It seems every executive computer that got infected with malware last week received an email from you. They have some questions concerning some of the Lithuanian Web Sites you've visited on the Bank's computer."

Marty's smile fades into a sneer. He slams his fist down on the table. It reverberates throughout the cafeteria. He bellows, "Now go to HR!"

Mr. Talley cowers under Marty's fierce gaze. Ashen face he turns and limps away as fast as he can. 

I pull Marty into a tight hug. I feel his hand drop to my ass and give it a possessive squeeze. I kiss his lips then exclaim in my best rescued damsel voice, "My hero, how can I ever repay such chivalry?"

The glint in his eye is as bright as his smile, "Why sexually of course."



Shy Guy Hero



The security guard's lazy Sunday afternoon watching the big game is momentarily interrupted as he sees an employee swipe his card and walk in through the main door. The guard turns back to his small TV set, grabs another handful of peanuts and settles back in his chair.

George puts his access card away, smiles and waves nervously to the guard who is now ignoring him. He swings his gym bag over his shoulder and heads for the elevator in the same way that lazy people going to the gym don't take the stairs.

The elevator stops at the fifth floor and the doors open to a sign pointing out the gym and cafeteria.  He heads to the locker room and changes into his gym clothes. He steps out into the empty gym and begins his exercises.

George works in a small department of a large division of an even larger multi-national company. His job seems to entail sending bills to other departments inside his company which in turn come back to him for payment. He finds it very fulfilling. He is a bit nerdy, has few friends and doesn't watch football. So on his day off, he decides to come into work and use the gym.

He takes off his glasses as he doesn't like getting them steamed up when he builds up a sweat. Then he climbs on the exercise bike and starts peddling furiously. After 5 minutes he notices a blur entering the gym. The shape stops for a few seconds at the door and then moves towards another exercise bike on the other side of the gym.

A few minutes later and he has finished his warm up. He takes a gulp from his water bottle and wipes the sweat off his brow with his trusty towel. He hears the other bike in the distance in between his gasps for air. He grabs his glasses and puts them on. The gym comes into clear focus.

His breathing stops for a few seconds as he sees a striking Asian woman. She is busy reading a magazine and listening to her iPod. She doesn't seem to notice him at all. Her hair is jet black and pulled into a couple of cute pig tails. He can barely make out her face, but he notices her eyes look sharp at the edges.

Her body is so slender and tiny. Her arms are so thin he can't imagine there is any fat on her, but then they do look soft and not muscular. She is wearing white and blue Lycra sports top and shorts so he can certainly make out the nice curve of her small buttocks. Her stomach looks flat and smooth.

Her top looks almost completely flat. There is only the slightest of indentations to hint of breasts. In fact, in a bra size competition, he would be the winner. Not that he is particularly fat, he just has a few pounds to keep his tummy warm at night. This, of course, doesn't do anything to take away from his appreciation of her form. To the contrary, he happens to like small breasts and her exotic Asian eyes. His imagination muscle is just now getting warmed up.

He remembers to start breathing again, and his lungs thank him for it. A few more gulps of water and he heads over the weights machine.

Yuki had been surprised to see anyone else in the gym when she arrived. Since transferring from the Tokyo division to the States a few months ago, she hasn't managed to make many friends, so she was quite happy to see someone exercising. She started to think about how best to introduce herself so she can make a new friend.

But as she stood there looking at him, he didn't seem to notice her at all. She thought about saying something but being shy she decided against it.

"Perhaps he doesn't like Japanese people," She thought to herself.

She saw an exercise bike and walked over to it. She put on her iPod, cranked up the music, flipped open her magazine and began to peddle.

She would occasionally glance over at the guy. He had a vacant expression on his face the whole time. His hair was dark brown, average business-like haircut. Average looking face, certainly not her first choice, or second. He looked nice enough. He had a bit of meat on his bones. Not flabby but well padded. She liked guys like that, more than skinny, boney men.

She is 22 now, and all 3 of her past boyfriends have been skinny. Sleeping next to them has felt like sleeping next to a bag of elbows and knees. Someone soft and warm to snuggle up against is just what she wants.

She sighs.

"But then who would want me?" She thought to herself as she glances down at her chest. "The women over here all seem to have huge breasts. Mine never grew at all."

She turns the page of her magazine to find the picture of yet another woman with perfect breasts in a tiny bikini splashed across the page. She stares at the breasts for a minute before sighing and turning the page again. She glances up to see he has moved to the weight machine, and he is wearing glasses now.

"Oh! He wears glasses," She thinks to herself, "No wonder he was looking vacant."

She is shy so she debates inside her head about trying to introduce herself. Her English language skills are very good, as she had a natural talent for it when she was younger. That was part of the reason for her to transfer to an English-speaking country. Her shyness wins out deciding it is too hard to get his attention and the moment for introductions passed when she entered the room. She will just put her head down and finish the magazine.

George finishes his third set of weights and sits up. He takes a sip of water and glances over at the young woman. He tries to burn the image of this beautiful creature in his mind. Then he can take it home and undress it later in his empty, loveless bed.

He has only had one girlfriend, and that only lasted half a year during college. Being shy, he finds it hard to approach women. He only managed to get his girlfriend because they were both way too drunk at a party. They woke up together the next morning and sort of fell into being boyfriend and girlfriend. That was until his girlfriend got way too drunk and woke up with someone else.

Now he cannot find the courage to introduce himself to a woman who will no doubt become his imagination's fantasy for the next month.

"What if she doesn't speak English," He thinks to himself.  "Anyway, she must surely have a rich boyfriend already. There is no point trying."

He takes one last sip from his bottle, and one long last gaze at the beauty pumping those perfect legs on the exercise bike. He stands up, grabs his towel and heads towards the changing rooms.

Yuki looks up as he heads for the changing rooms and yearns to say something. Her lips move to say "Bye" but no sound comes out.

Feeling slightly depressed, she closes her magazine, pulls her iPod off and climbs off the bike. She starts walking towards the men's changing room but at the last moment she catches herself and heads to her one.

George peels off his sweaty shirt, shorts and underwear. He puts his glasses in his locker, grabs his towel and opens the door to the shower cubicle room. The room has 4 separate shower cubicles. He opens the first cubicle door and steps in. He carefully hangs his towel on the hook, starts the hot shower and steps under the hot water jets.

"Ahhh," He sighs out loud. He closes his eyes and the hot water washes over his face. His mind swims with images of the woman in the other room. Knowing she is so close causes him to smile. His cock twinges as he imagines she has followed him into the locker room and quietly stripped out of her tight, body hugging top and shorts. He imagines her walking up to the cubicle door, pushing it open quickly, so that it bangs against the wall, and she stands there naked before him with her hands on her hips.

Suddenly the cubicle door flies open with a bang! His eyes open and he turns to see... no one. He hears a low rumble and falls against the shower cubicle wall. The water in the shower tray is swaying from side to side. He hears creaks and groans from the building, and the sound of large items crashing to the floor and against walls.

"Earthquake!" Yuki screams in terror. She drops to the floor of her shower and huddles hard up against a corner. She closes her eyes and pulls her legs up against her chest. Living in Japan means she has experienced her fair share of earthquakes, but she is quite terrified of them. Her family home in Kobe was destroyed in the big earthquake of 1995. The family moved to Tokyo after that, but she would usually suffer nightmares after even small quakes.

The rumbling stops. The shaking stops. Well, the building stops shaking. Yuki continues to shake for a few moments. Then she gets up, grabs her towel and dashes for the door to the locker room.

It won't budge. She pulls it, pushes it, thumps it and kicks it. It won't move. She screams.

George hears a woman yelling faintly. He stops pushing against his shower room door so he can listen.

"Help!" He hears her call. He looks at his shower room door. It only opens an inch and the locker seems to have fallen over against it. There is no way out.

"Hello?!" He yells back.

"I'm trapped! My door won't open!" Yuki yells back, happy that the guy is still there.

"My door is stuck too!" He shouts..

Her heart sinks. She looks around but can't see any other doors or windows in this room.

"What if there is another quake?" She thinks to herself as she starts to panic.

George grabs his towel and dries himself. He moves closer to the air vent so he can hear her better.

"The Air Ducts!" George yells the same sort of yell that Archimedes yelled during his bath time.

"Air Ducks?" She thinks to herself.

"What?!" She yells back.

"I am going to try and crawl through the air ducts and find some help!" George tells her.

"Great," She thinks to herself, "He thinks he is Bruce Willis and this is Die Hard."

Well, she would have been thinking that if she wasn't so happy to hear she will be rescued soon and wasn't so afraid of another earthquake killing her.

George wraps his towel around his waist and climbs on some flimsy shelves below the vent. The vent has thumbscrews at each corner holding it in place. He undoes them all, yanks off the cover and tosses it to the ground with a clatter.

"What was that?!" Yuki asks in fear of something bad happening.

"That was the vent cover! I'm okay!" George yells back. The vent is about three feet wide and almost three feet high. The tunnel provides just enough space to crawl on your hands and knees.

The tunnel heads off to his right. He sees an intersection ahead and crawls up to it. To the left, towards the changing rooms, he sees the tunnel is blocked by a fan unit pushing plenty of warm air. To the right, towards the cafeteria, looks clear.  Straight ahead would be the women's shower room.

He thinks for a second and crawls straight ahead. He crawls up to the air vent and looks down into the shower room. He sees the young Asian woman holding her towel tightly around her body. She is sort of hugging herself and looking up at the vent.

"Hi," George says.

Her face lights up when she sees him and hears his voice. "Hi! I'm Yuki... from Design," She says beaming her smile at him.

"Hi, Yuki, I'm George from Accounts," He says feeling somewhat heroic for actually getting into an air duct. "Um, the duct leading to the locker room is blocked so I will try to head over to the café. Wait here."

At that moment, the building begins to sway gently. The duct creaks and groans.

"Eek!" Yuki screams. "Wait! Don't leave me. I have to go. I no like earthquake," She pleads.

"Okay, okay," He says, "I'll just get this vent open."

George tries to fit his fat fingers through the vent to undo the thumbscrews. But his fingers get stuck at the first joint. "I can't reach. Can you climb up and undo the vent?" He asks.

"Sure," She says and walks over to the shelves. She tucks her towel in high up on her chest. It reaches down to her mid-thigh. She climbs the shelves and is quickly staring close up to the vent. Yuki and George smile at each other.

She checks her towel again, and happy that everything is in place, she starts unscrewing the vent. She quickly has all four screws off. She tugs at the vent with her one free hand but it won't budge.

"Move over and I will give it a push," George says.

Yuki shuffles along the shelf and George gives the vent a good thump. It falls and clangs on the ground.

They can both see each other's face up close and unobstructed now. He finds himself staring amazed at her eyes as they remind him of a baby seal. Her eyes are dark and black, and open wide in fear of the unknown. They taper off to a sharp point. Her nose is flat between her eyes and pops out like a little round pebble. She has a small delicate mouth and pretty smile. She looks like she could be 18 to him. He could happily spend a whole day just staring at her face.

Her brow furrows, and he snaps back to attention. She is busy holding onto the shelf. He starts wriggling back down the duct to let Yuki in. Yuki climbs a bit further and has to keep tugging on her towel to stop it catching on the bottom lip of the vent as she pulls herself in to the duct.

"Okay, " George says smiling, "Follow me." He makes sure his towel is wrapped tight around his own waist. He crawls down the duct and heads towards the café and Yuki follows. George finds a vent that seems to lead into a stock room for the café. A few items seem to have fallen from the shelves during the quake.

"A stock room. We should be able to get out through that door," George says. He decides to try and kick the vent off instead of fiddling with the screws. He gives each side a couple of good stomps with the heel of his foot and the vent buckles and falls to the ground. He slides out feet first and his legs flail around looking for a foot hold.

Luckily there are shelves lined with food and cooking ingredients. George pushes a few tins out of the way so he can stand on a shelf and eventually climbs down to the ground. He looks back up at the vent and sees a couple of legs poking out. Yuki is on her way out of the vent.

Her feet find the top shelf and her hands hold the edge of the vent. Her feet are planted close together and the towel is wrapped tight around her body so George cannot see anything he shouldn't. 

George stares up at her flawless legs. Her towel covers her from chest to the middle of her thigh. His eyes follow her legs from her feet up past her knees until the towel stops him seeing any more of her thighs. He sees how her thighs start to separate as he gazes further up, even with her knees pressed together. She must look fantastic in jeans. If only he had seen her walking around in her exercise shorts. His cock stirs as he imagines what lays beneath the towel.

She looks down, it seems very high up. She starts to climb down trying to keep her legs together. George reaches up to try and guide her feet. Yuki reaches down for a handhold, and finds a strong handle. She uses one hand to hold her towel tight to her chest, the other on the handle and gently starts to step to the next shelf.

George looks up to see her hand holding the handle to a 10 gallon container. The handle turns out to be a lever. As she uses it to support her weight, it moves, causing her to lose her grip and she starts to fall.

George throws out his arms to catch Yuki. He gets one arm under her knees and the other around her back. But as he tries to steady his footing, his heel stomps on a packet of instant noodles and slides along the ground. George falls to the ground still holding Yuki in his arms. He lands on a large box of instant noodle packets cushioning his fall, and he cushions Yuki's fall.

They hear the sound of the noodles crunch beneath George. Then a moment passes where everything goes quiet. That is broken when the contents of the 10 gallon container splatters from high up on the shelf. The heavy liquid hits Yuki on top of her head sending the stuff splattering in all directions. She squeals and tries to move out from under it.

George then catches it on his bare chest, it splatters up into his face. Some gets in his mouth and he suddenly realises it is some type of salad or olive oil. He puts his hand up to try and deflect it but it just sprays out over the rest of the room.

"Ahh! Sorry," Yuki squeals as she tries to get up while holding her towel, but her feet slip in the oil and the lands back on top of George. A few seconds pass and the stream of oil from the container drops to a trickle and soon stops.

Yuki sits up, and slides off George. She is sitting on the ground in a pool of oil. George sits up slowly. They are both covered head to toe in oil. Their towels are soaked. They start wiping the oil from their eyes.

"I am so sorry," Yuki says fearing that George will explode in a rage, "I hope you are okay?"

"Yes, yes, no harm done," George says feeling around to make sure he hasn't hurt anything, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, thank you for catching me," She smiles, "You are very soft."

George laughs and smiles back.

"Well, let's get out of here shall we?" He says trying to stand. But the oil makes it very slippery and dangerous. George checks his oil-soaked towel will stay in place, and works his way over to the door. He pulls the door handle and nothing happens. He looks and sees there is a push-button number lock.

"Oh, no. It's locked," He says turning slowly so as not to fall down. He notices that he feels quite funky being covered completely in oil.

"Are we trapped?" She asks sadly. Yuki too feels odd covered in oil. The air in the ducts was warm and now being coated in super slippery oil is a pleasing sensation.

"Well, I think there was another passage further along the duct. I think we have to climb back up," George says, "But we will have to be careful because of this oil."

"Okay," Yuki agrees and starts to carefully stand up holding onto the shelf for support.

George makes his way back to the shelf. He thinks for a moment.

"Okay, Yuki, you climb up first in case you fall again."

Yuki looks up at the shelves and the air duct. She checks her towel again.

"This is going to be tricky to climb," Yuki thinks to herself, "This towel feels much heavier and it might slide down because of the oil."

She manages the first shelf easily enough. She tries to wipe the oil off her hands and feet onto the shelves so she can get some grip. George stands behind her and tries to help her up onto the shelves by holding her around the waist. It doesn't help much as the towel tends to slide upwards, so he lets his hands hover ready to push or catch as required.

She manages to slowly and safely get her hands to the air vent, but senses her towel starting to slip down again. She can't spare a hand to fix the towel, so she quickens her pace a bit. She pulls herself up and quickly has her torso into the duct, but her towel slips slightly and catches on the bottom edge of the vent. As she scrambles forwards the towel stays put, covering her legs as she pulls herself completely into the duct. George only sees the briefest flash of her perfect buttocks as she slides inside.

Her heavy towel falls catching a bottle on the way down. George dodges the falling bottle which breaks on the floor, but all the glass seems to be contained under the towel.

"Are you alright?" Yuki asks as she squirms naked in the duct. She manages to turn around so she can poke her head out of the vent while laying flat to hide herself.

"Yeah, the bottle missed me, but your towel is full of broken glass," George says looking up after inspecting the towel. "I'll give you mine after I climb up."

Yuki nods and slides back into the duct. She feels shy, but with a twinge of excitement. Here she is laying naked in an air duct covered in oil, and a man is going to climb up and see her like this.

George starts his own ascent of the shelving. After a few moments George has climbed high enough to poke his head in the vent. Yuki has crawled back, laying flat in the duct with her hands in front of her. She seems to be smiling.




Shy Guy Hero



He pulls himself up, and his feet wave around looking for the top shelf. He tries to push up with his legs but feels the shelf start to tip. He scrambles forward and with one last push on the shelf gets a knee up and crawls into the duct. He hears the set of shelves topple over and crash to the floor beneath vent. Only now he finds his towel had caught the lip of the vent and now lies beneath the shelves and debris.

"Oh dear," George says, "I lost my towel."

"Nevermind, at least we are not stuck down there any more," Yuki says with a slight giggle. Her fear of earthquakes has left her mind for the time being as the situation seems quite comical.

George hasn't had time to form this view yet, he is still Mr. Serious and trying to be Mr. Hero. He tries to put the thought of being naked only a few feet away from one of the prettiest girls he has ever seen covered in oil. He is having just as much difficulty doing that as escaping the ducts.

"Right. Um, I'll lead the way," George says hesitating momentarily. "This way." He says and starts crawling on his hands and knees towards the café. Yuki follows a short distance behind.

Yuki stares ahead at George's arse as he crawls in front of her. It is nice and round. She could almost reach out and touch it. But something else catches her eye. His balls. With her previous boyfriends she has only seen the balls as a tight sack tucked nicely beneath their penis. With all the exercise, hot showers and warm air ducts, the balls have dropped away from his body searching for some place cooler. They really do look like marbles in a long and wrinkly draw-string marble bag. It is quite hypnotic watching the bag swing from side-to-side as he crawls along. She snaps out of it when George suddenly stops.

"There is another fan up ahead, and an intersection," George says back over his shoulder. Yuki smiles at him. He takes it as a sign she is happy for him to lead. He stops at the intersection and looks both ways. One direction is a dead end, the other leads upwards at a forty-five degree angle. He thinks he can see sunlight reflecting off one of the panels.

"Wait here," George says and starts crawling up the incline. The oil covering his body makes this rather difficult. He is lying on his stomach and manages to slide his torso up the shaft. He looks behind him and notices some rounded indentations, he tries to use them as footholds and gets some what further up the shaft. He reaches up with his arms and his fingers manage to barely grip a small metal lip. He uses all his strength to pull himself up and gets his head and an elbow up to anchor himself. He quickly sees another vent cover, but through it he sees the roof and daylight.

"I can see the roof outside," George calls back to Yuki, " but there is another vent cover in the way."

He gets his other elbow up, so he can get one hand free. He tries to undo the cover but his fingers are just too big. He gives the cover a few thumps with his fist but it won't budge. He begins to tire and slides back down the shaft to see Yuki.

"I can't get the vent cover undone because my fingers are too big," George says, "But I think your fingers will be small enough to get through."

"But I am too short to reach the top," She says.

"I can climb onto the footholds, then you use me like a ladder and climb over me," George says demonstrating what he means with his hands. Yuki nods.

George climbs up, puts his feet on the footholds while lying face down. He finds the footholds located halfway up the wall of the shaft, so they are not ideal for being face down. His feet are bent up above his back to meet the holds, but it is easy to slip off. He decides the other way would be better and turns around so he is on his back. His thighs are spread apart, knees bent and feet resting on the footholds.

"Okay, Yuki," George calls down the shaft, "I'm ready."

Yuki slides forward and looks up the shaft. She sees George naked with his legs spread. It reminds her of recent doctors visit she had, except she was obviously the one with her legs in stirrups. His ball sac hangs long and lazy. His penis is lying limp against his stomach.

She starts crawling up the shaft. George looks down between his legs, which frame her face perfectly. To his embarrassment he feels his cock start to swell as she comes closer. She sees it seem to pulse about once per second, and each time it gets fatter and longer.

Her feet are at the bottom of the shaft and she begins to slide upwards by pushing upwards with her legs. Her face moves closer to his crotch. She sees his cock unfurl and distend. The foreskin rolls back as the penis becomes engorged with blood, and with each pulse it rises up from his stomach. Quickly his cock has become completely erect and stands glistening from the oil.

She can see his cock clearly for the first time. She is intrigued by the pale skin and deep red tip as her boyfriend's have all had darker skin tones. It doesn't seem much longer than the others at 6 inches, though it might be slightly thicker.

She giggles quietly to herself now as she too is getting turned on. It is hard not to be when you are covered from head-to-toe in slippery oil, warm air wafting over her exposed cunt and breasts, and with a well oiled, erect penis waving above your head.


George, trying to be the perfect gentleman and to hide how he is blushing, averts his eyes and looks directly ahead. He doesn't last long as he feels Yuki's face rub against his thigh. He glances down in time to see her head between his thighs and feels her pigtails tickle the inside of his legs. Her face turns to one side, so her chin is between his penis and his thigh, and pushes forward.

She feels his burning hot erection slip across her cheek as she pushes upwards with her legs. Once her head is past his thighs, she twists to let an arm through. His cock is brushing against her neck as she gets an elbow to rest on his thigh. She brings her other arm up and now both elbows are on his thighs. She can lift her head up higher now, and the tip of his cock slips down the middle of her flat chest.

The touch of skin-on-oily-skin causes her nipples to harden and the areola puffs out slightly. George can see the two small nipples on her almost-flat chest, with his erection pointing up at him. He glances up and sees the concentration on her face along with a fleeting smile.

Yuki extends her legs as far as she can, so her eyes are level with George's neck, and her body slides over his erection until it presses into her soft, smooth stomach. She brings her hands up and puts them around the back of his neck. Then she lifts her right knee up and it grazes his soft ball sac. He tenses and she freezes.

"Sorry. You okay?" She asks worried she has hurt him.

"Yeah," He says swallowing hard.

Yuki carefully slides her knee to the side of the sac and up pushing his erection off to one side. She slips her knee onto his thigh where it intersects with his hip. She takes a breath, pulls with her arms and pushes off with her knee. She carefully brings the left knee up, around his balls, and rests it on the other thigh.  She lets out her breath, and quickly takes her next one.

George reaches down and places his hands around her waist to help lift her. He can't believe she is so small or so slippery.

Yuki slowly pulls her body up so she is kneeling on his thighs. As she does this she feels her body slide up his erection. First down her smooth stomach, then her pubic mound, pushing the lips of her slit apart before finally bouncing free. She gasps a little at the sensation and feels it bobbing around, bouncing against the inside of her firm, slender thighs. She feels quite hot with the whole experience, and notices his breathing has become heavier too.

She looks down into his eyes and smiles. Her eyes glance down to see her erect nipples are just inches from his mouth. She looks down further and turns her torso slightly to the right so she can see where her feet need to go next. Her left nipple glances against George's chin. She leans on her left knee and brings her right foot up to sit where her knee was on his thigh. She turns to the left and brings her other foot up onto his thigh.

She lowers herself into a comfortable squat on top of his thighs. As she does this she feels his hot, oily cock brush against her equally hot, oily cunt lips. She stops and shifts her weight slightly so his cock slides to the side and along her stomach.


Now she looks up, past George's face to the lip of the shaft where she must climb to.

"I climb on your shoulders, okay?" Yuki says in her best English.

George gulps at the thought and nods. His cock is pressing firmly against her smooth tummy, and is rock hard with all the oily rubbing it has been getting. He was so tempted to lower his head and suck her hard nipple into into his salivating mouth when it brushed against his chin.

"I can't do that to this poor Asian woman, she is terrified of earthquakes and we need to escape," George thinks to himself, "But she is also the sexiest woman I have ever seen."

"Okay," George says his voice quivering slightly.

Yuki starts to stand up on his thighs. George feels his erection being rubbed by her body again, it is brushed by her cunt lips and then bounces free in the warm air. He sees her face rise past his own, so her chest is directly in front of his face. His eyes are getting a close up view of her flat, smooth breasts. Her hard nipples are coffee coloured on her light olive skin. His hands are still holding her tiny waist. She is careful not to slip while standing on his oily thighs.

She takes her hands away from the back of his neck and places them further up the shaft, bracing them against the sides. Her smooth flat stomach presses against his face, and he turns it to one side so he can breathe. She takes a deep breath and starts to lift her right knee. She slides it up and onto his shoulder. Her thighs are spread wide apart and hips tilted steeply to get her knee up that high.

George realises his hands can't support her holding her waist and starts sliding them down her sides. 

Yuki feels his hands move down over her hips, over her buttocks and come to rest cupping the back of her thighs just below the buttocks. His fingers just an inch away from her moist slit. She waits for a moment, then takes another breath and starts to lean on his shoulder with her knee. He feels her pressing down and uses his hands to pull her up. She slides her left knee up quickly and lands it on his shoulder. When she lifts her stomach off his head he turns to look up.

George is lying on his back at a forty-five degree angle. Yuki now straddles his head with her knees on each shoulder.

George looks up and sees Yuki's cunt only inches away from his face. He stares at the beautiful shape. He at first thought she was shaved, but on closer inspection finds her pubic hair is very fine and with the oil covering her mound it looks almost bare. He can smell her now, with her so close, but the smell is mixed with oil and sweat. Her lips are splayed slightly due to her knees being spread apart. He can see his fingers holding the backs of her thighs, he contemplates the idea of moving them slightly to touch her. Even in this situation he is shy and doesn't want to upset her.

Yuki looks down from above. She sees how her vagina is exposed to him. She can even feel his heavy breaths against her moist slit. The sight of his erection, the feel of it rubbing against her body, being coated in slippery oil, letting him see her breasts and cunt but not actually act on it is so thrilling to her.

She never had much foreplay with her previous partners. It might be because she was quite conservative in bed and how she would dress. She would hide under the covers, being concious of her small breasts, and would have the lights off so they couldn't see her vagina.

"I can't believe he can see everything," She thinks to herself, "I never let my boyfriend's see me this close. But here I am with a complete stranger, a foreigner no less, with his eyes inches from it. Can he tell that I am so wet now? His hands feel so nice on my thighs and his fingers... his fingers are so close too."

.She is sopping wet now. She wants him just to take her now. His hard cock, his tongue or even a finger would do. A moment passes. Yuki looks up and sees the vent.

"I see the vent," She calls down to George, "I will try to open it."

"O-Okay," George stammers. He was lost in study of her womanhood. Her voice brought him back to reality. He lets out a sigh. His cock has been rock hard for what seems like a long time now, and still no relief. Yuki feels her legs tremble as the air passes over her sensitive and erect clitoris.

Yuki gets to work unscrewing the vent. She fantasizes about George's hard cock sliding into her cunt. She hasn't had sex for half a year now, and being naked, covered in oil is so exhilarating. Her wet cunt even forms small drops which hang from her engorged lips before falling onto George's face. Her nipples are squashed against the shaft wall. She slides them up and down against the wall as she works. The movement rocks her hips back and forward slightly. George can see her clenching her buttocks rhythmically.

At last she finishes unscrewing the vent. She gives it a push, but it doesn't move. She hits it softly. Still nothing. Then she tries to really thump it. The vent cover falls free, but the power of her hit causes her knees to slip off George's shoulders. Her feet and knees slip down George's ribs and press against the wall beneath him. She is now straddling his chest, but the steep angle means she is sliding down his oiled body.

"Ahh, I'm falling!" Yuki shouts.

Her pubic mound rubs against his body as she slides sending a delicious sensation through her. But panic sets in too, as she reaches down to his shoulders to arrest her fall.

"I've got you!" George calls out to her.

George tries to slow her lifting with his hands under her thighs. This causes her legs to spread wider, reducing contact with the wall so she continues to slide. She looks into his eyes with a look of fear as she scrambles for help.

Her hands try to pull on his shoulders, but the steep angle and oil cause her to continue sliding down. She falls forward onto George so her stomach and chest rubs against his. Her hips rotate forward as she does this, causing her pubic mound to also rotate round from pressing on his stomach to face the end of the shaft. Both shafts.

George's cock has been pumped full of hot blood, covered in oil and rubbed in all directions. It has been kept this way all this time due to his close inspection of some female anatomy and his imagination working overtime. After becoming erect it went further to being rock hard, as hard as he has ever been in his life, and this has caused it to stand up pointing to his stomach.

To anyone watching it would look like slow-motion as the Japanese woman slides slowly down the white guy's body with their bodies glistening with oil and sweat.

Yuki feels her hands slipping from his shoulders, her descent continues. She is about to try and quickly regain her grip on his shoulders when she feels something press against her slit. Something hot and blunt.

She gasps. Her eyes open wide and she sees George's eyes widen too.

Then before she can do anything to pull herself up, gravity pushes her body down, pushing her cunt lips against George's hot, hard cock. She stops squirming but still she slides slowly down. Her engorged lips open slowly over the tip of this stranger's foreign cock. Her cunt might be young and tight but it is also very wet and yearns to be filled. Her hips involuntarily gyrate to help spread her tunnel over the shaft.

George can't believe what is happening. He feels her sliding down over his cock. Her cunt feels so hot and so wet. He is still holding her thighs but as soon as he felt his cock head enter her, the thought of stopping her slipping disappeared. Without him lifting the downward pressure increases and she slides down over his cock faster.

"Oh god!" George moans.

She closes her eyes and lets out her breath as she feels herself sliding down faster. Ten seconds pass as she feels his cock fill her cunt, stretching her tunnel. Then she feels her buttocks touch his thighs. A few more seconds pass as gravity pushes her down and he is buried completely inside her. Her sliding comes to a stop, impaled on his cock, his hands cupping her thighs and her nipples digging into his chest.

A few moments pass as George and Yuki consider their situation.

Yuki squeezes her cunt around his cock a couple of times now she has stretched to take him comfortably. George moans and squeezes her thin thighs with his palms.

She opens her eyes and looks up at George. She is not sure what his expression is, a mixture of happiness and fear perhaps. He makes eye contact with her. Yuki smiles, purrs a little bit and buries her face in his chest. George exhales heavily as he sees she is happy.

She slides one of her hands up his neck to rest in his hair. She looks up again, tries to kiss him but extending her neck. George lowers his head but she is still too low. He slides his hands up her thighs to cup her small, firm arse. He pulls her up, sliding her a couple of inches up his cock, just enough so he can kiss her.

He tastes her sweet lips, their tongues meet and explore each other. George pushes up off the footholds, gently so as not to slip, and slides his cock slowly into the Asian woman. She lets out a squeak when she feels his cock start sliding in and out an just an inch. Her wet cunt drips juice which runs down his shaft, down over his wrinkly ball sac before dripping onto the floor. She breaks off her kiss and looks down to where their hips meet.

"Ohhh! It feels so good," Yuki moans.

She is sitting impaled on his shaft but she is worried he will tire soon if he has to lift her each time. The next time he lifts her, she pulls with her arms and lifts one foot up and plants the heel at the top of George's thigh. Then she brings the other up and places it on the other thigh, so her little feet are on his thighs. She leans back and slides down onto his cock so she is now in her comfortable Asian squat.

He still holds her little buttocks in the palms of his hands. He can stare down and see her erect nipples, and with her hunched shoulders her flat breasts become slightly more pronounced. Further down he sees her knees spread wide and his own cock stuffed into her hot, wet cunt.

Her hands roam over his head but hook around the back of his neck for support. She starts to lift her hips with her legs, she feels his cock slide inch after inch out of her tunnel. His hands help to lift her by her buttocks, spreading her lips further. She feels empty as most of his hot, slippery rod leaves her. She slows and begins to sink down onto him again. She realises he doesn't feel much larger than her previous boyfriends, once she has stretched she probably couldn't tell the difference. 

But there is a difference. She is so much wetter than any time in the past. She wonders why, but then realises it is the whole situation leading up to this point. The thrill of being exposed, seeing his erect cock up close, and wanting to be touched but getting only incidental contact. This is what foreplay is all about and something she has missed out on.

She begins to slide up and down on his hard cock. Filling and emptying her slippery, wet passage. Her breathing is heavier now, her nipples trying to escape out the front of her chest, and her body sweating oil. George is cupping her firm buttocks in his hands, squeezing them. He tries to thrust up to meet her but is restricted for fear of slipping from his footholds. He switches from looking deep into her eyes, at her beautiful breasts, down to her tight, hungry cunt swallowing his cock and finally to saviour it all he closes his eyes and just feels.




Shy Guy Hero



Yuki is moaning and panting as she works her cunt up and down his pole. She dares to hold his neck with only one arm so she can bring the other down to tweak her nipples. The feeling is incredible, she can't handle this much longer. She runs her hand down her body, to her cunt which is dripping her juices all over his cock. She lets her fingers wrap around his cock for a second, then up to rub her clitoris. She then slides her hand up and back behind her, then down until she finds his ball sac.

"Oh, fuck! That's nice," George gasps at her touch.

The skin is so soft and his balls are still hanging far beneath his cock. She cups her hand under the balls and lifts them up so they rest in her hand. She feels how his sac is dripping with her own juices.

George loves the sensation of her rolling his balls with her fingers as she slides up and down on his cock. She seems so tiny, so flexible and so light. He wishes this could last forever but he feels himself getting closer and closer to orgasm. He begins grunting each time she impales herself on him.

She brings her hand back back up to pinch and squeeze her sensitive nipples. Her own orgasm can't be far away. She has been wet for so long and now she is getting just what she needs. Being covered in funky oil is a bonus.

"Ahh... Uhh... Yuki... Please... I can't hold on... much longer," George pants.

"Ohhh... Yeah... I am... ready," Yuki moans.

She begins to slide up and drop down harder onto his cock. The sound of juices squelching in this confined air duct reverberates around them. Perspiration mixes with oil and runs down the shaft. George starts grunting louder and louder. Yuki feels his hips move up sharply to meet her downward thrusts. She is getting close to peaking now as she twists her hard little nipples trying to bring herself off.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Here it comes!" George grunts and thrusts hard up into her. He holds himself up by pushing on his footholds hard, lifting his hips off the shaft wall. Yuki is about to orgasm too.

Suddenly George's feet slip from the footholds. His hips fall back onto the shaft wall, with Yuki still impaled on his now erupting cock. George's first and largest jet of sperm shoots deep into Yuki's cunt as they both begin to slide down the shaft. The oiled bodies and copious amounts of body fluids help to lubricate the wall so they slip down the wall before hitting the base. Yuki's cunt is forced down harder and deeper onto George's cock as his second jet fills her cunt with sperm.

The feeling of hot fluid filling her and the deep hard thrust sets her off. She shrieks and arches her back. Her muscles clamp down around his cock and begin to ripple, squeezing and pumping his cock. George feels the pressure and sensation as if a milking machine was attached to his member.

Cum is leaking out of her tight cunt, mixing with her juices and oil to pool on the ground beneath them. He fires again and again as she falls forward onto his chest and shakes slightly. Her cunt slowly releases his cock. She feels his cock twitch a few more times, but soon shrinks.

Their breathing soon returns to normal. She looks up and smiles. She runs her fingers through his hair. She stands on her knees so she can bring her lips up and give him a long, deep kiss. He brings his hands up her back and pulls her to him. He runs one hand gently up and down her smooth back.  They kiss for a good 10 minutes, and explore each other with their hands.

Yuki breaks off the kiss and sits down beside him. She looks around and giggles.

"What's so funny," George asks hoping it isn't something he has done.

"Look at this mess," Yuki says dipping big toe into a pool of unidentifiable liquid goo.

George looks around at it. He also glances over and sees his own white fluid oozing from Yuki's slit. Yuki follows his gaze. Her hand drops down and cups her cunt to catch some of the ooze. She looks up at George and smiles.

"I have never felt so good," Yuki says.

"You were incredible," George says smiling back at her. He leans over and kisses her again.

"Okay, we really have to escape from this duct and get cleaned up," George says.

George climbs back up and gets into position. Yuki climbs up, pulls herself up and through the vent. George turns around, pulls himself up and climbs out.

George and Yuki find themselves standing on the company roof naked and covered in oil.

"Well, we made it," George says in his best hero voice, "We just have sneak back in, get our stuff and get out. Should be easy from here."