4 comments/ 8664 views/ 14 favorites A Hard Week By: Ambrosia_Jewel I was having a bad week. It was one of those weeks where I was stuck in the courts all day long, only escaping to the rooftop for a brief espresso and cigarette mid-morning before being flung back into the thick of it. A week where everyone was burdening me with a never ending pile of documents, and by Tuesday afternoon I was drowning in a sea of drafted orders and letters to clients. By Friday afternoon I was blurry eyed and spent, my short sandy blonde hair dishevelled, my light stubble rough and grown out, and my crisp white shirt unbuttoned two holes down, still holding a loosely fitting purple tie. All I wanted to do was forget the previous days and melt away into the dark and shadowy depths of my own oblivion. To feel nothing and become a shadow on the wall. A few of my colleagues were determined to travel down to a little trendy jazz bar the second alley from our chambers at cocktail hour, and I was more than willing to drown the next few hours in Riesling and Recioto della Valpolicella. A thirty-eight year old criminal barrister knows a lot about two things, crime and wine. I, Craven De'Montmorey, was in my element. I liked my wine bold and heavy with character, I liked my men even more so the same. Relaxing back against the red velvet cushions of a particularly decadent French chaise longue, I breathed in the night, filled with warm amber, vanilla and musk lingering, the soft flicker of warm candles scattered across the dark room, lulling me into a dreamlike state. 'Craven, mate, what are you drinking? Want to share a bottle?' called out a familiar voice. I looked up to see my friend, Marcus Pilton, a corporate solicitor from Kingston Street. Jiggling my glass, I nodded with a devious grin 'Henschke Hill of Grace Shiraz, mate.' 'Hah!' scoffed Marcus 'House wine for you!' He walked off to the bar, leaving me to the company of my colleagues once more, busily chatting amongst themselves. I grinned, casting my eyes across the room, and that is when I saw him. That was the first time my eyes were caught by a pair of mocha almond shaped piercing jewels, holding my gaze hard, from the bar in the corner of the lounge. He was a tall and well-built man, around six foot two, with straight black hair that fell half way down between his neck and shoulders, deep chocolate brown eyes and creamy pale white skin, wearing a black suit, and white shirt unbuttoned at the neck. Aged in his mid-thirties, his beautiful eyes revealed an age that was much older, hundreds of years perhaps, an old soul which silently called out to me. Lulled me. Beckoned me. Tempted me, before he turned away in a flicker of a moment. That moment our eyes met left me sitting there, a shiver on my skin. I had only drank one glass, but I wanted to walk over to that man. I wanted to pull him to my lips, my mouth softly drawing to his before I devoured his lips and tasted his essence. I could feel my arousal twinge at the thought. The very thought of him was intoxicating and I desperately hoped he would stay and play for a while, if only for a while, and entertain me on this bleak and dreary Friday evening. I rubbed my short sandy hair, spiked high at the front, and took another lingering sip of the crimson liquid before me. Marcus finally arrived back, holding two bottles smugly in his hands. 'Bass Phillip Premium Pinot Noir.' he remarked with a grin 'Don't say I don't spoil you.' 'Remind me to come along to drinks with you every week.' I remarked in amusement, my eyebrow raised in pleasant surprise. Marcus was one of my oldest legal friends. We had met each other on the first day of Contracts at university and had been inseparable since then. Slightly older than me, he was married and already had three children, however he was always keen to have a nip after work and pretend we were carefree students once again. 'Busy week eh?' observed Marcus, looking at my dishevelled state with a raised eyebrow. 'Ugh, I dare not speak of such tedious affairs.' I muttered 'A week long hearing, adjourned until next Monday. Then the pain starts all over.' Marcus chuckled with a knowing nod. 'Adjournments are as certain as death and taxes.' Lifting my eyes, I caught the dark eyes of the man again as he sat at a table with a few friends of his own. This time however he held my gaze a moment longer, a small curl on his lips before turning away again. 'Why are you smiling that the cat that caught the cream?' asked Marcus curiously 'I know that look, you are up to no good.' 'Aren't I always?' I smirked, loosening my tie a bit more 'I'm just glad it is the end of the week.'. Standing up, I quickly added 'Nature calls, back in a jiff.' Heavily breathing, I crossed the room, passing close to the dark haired man whose back was now turned to me, and continued to the men's room. I had hoped he would follow me, perhaps press me up against some dark wall in the shadows of my darkest fantasies, but alas...he did not. Upon leaving the bathroom, my face splashed with more water than I care to admit, trying to wash away the heat consuming my every nerve and fibre, I opened the door and passed down the hall wearily before feeling a hand on my arm for a lingering moment. My heart skipped a beat as I looked up to see the dark eyed man, a soft curl on his lips as he stood near me, casually leaning against the wall, as if waiting for me. 'Care for a drink?' he asked pleasantly with a raised brow, and I found myself flashing him a bashful smile, rubbing the base of my neck with my hand. He was slightly taller than me and had a chiselled jaw, strong and defined, and his build was solid and muscular. 'Ahh,' I replied with a shaky voice 'why not?' With a beating heart that pounded stronger and stronger, I followed on. The man smiled, never tearing his gaze from me as he started walking towards the bar. 'I'm Alexander, by the way. Alexander Cennes.' he replied 'Wine?' 'Why not?' I replied, again, secretly cursing my lack of eloquence in front of this rather gorgeous man 'I'm Craven De'Montmorey. Pleased to meet you.' Ever so subtly, Alexander placed his firm grip on my shoulder as he moved past me to order some drinks. His touch was strong, yet tender and sent shivers across my already trembling skin. I took in a deep breath and could smell his warm scent, moreish and tantalising, of amber, musk and citrus. As he ordered us drinks, I had the advantage of looking upon him up close. His stubble was dark and rugged, crossing over his jaw, and his eyebrows deep set, giving him an intense and almost stern look. His neck was strong and muscular, and I wondered what the rest of him looked like, concealed under his gorgeous suit. 'Cheers.' he murmured, holding a glass to me. I caught his almond eyes delving into mine again before bringing the wine to my lips. 'Shall we go somewhere more private?' he suggested with a small smile. I grinned with a nod, knowing I shouldn't. Knowing Marcus would be wondering where the hell I had wandered off to. However I could not refuse the temptation before me. 'Sounds good.' I replied with a growing smile. 'Most excellent.' smouldered Alexander. Ever so subtly he gently interlaced the fingers of his right hand through mine, with a confidence that was arousing in itself, and led me to a secluded lounge area at the side of the bar. I knew it was risky, and at any moment Marcus or my colleagues could have looked around and seen me walking hand and hand with this dark, mysterious stranger...but I did not care. I wanted to be led away, drawn into another place with Alexander. My skin was tingling and my heart was beating hard in my chest, but I allowed him to lead me on. The side room was dark and quiet, lit with a few candles by the window but seemingly abandoned by the patrons of the bar. Moving to a couch by the window, Alexander sat and beckoned me forth, smacking the cushions with his hand. Ever obliging I followed on. Resting his hand on the arm of the couch, he threw his gaze upon me once more, and I could admire at the fullness of his bottom lip, begging to be playfully bit. 'I admit you caught my attention the moment you walked in tonight.' he murmured wickedly with a curl on his lips, before taking a long sip, continuing to hold my gaze. I grinned as his hand wandered ever so softly to my thigh, running his sturdy fingers up and down the black fabric of my trousers, and causing a semi-aroused state within. It would have been impossible not to notice my hard-on poking up against my trousers. 'You seemed to intrigue me somewhat.' I murmured, catching my breath as I suddenly felt his hand trail lightly over my concealed member. I turned to him and was greeted with a pair of hungry lips, softly meeting mine as he engulfed me with his tongue. Alexander tasted sweet, and I moaned as I pulled him closer to me, continuing to explore his mouth with enthusiasm. Alexander pulled away with a smirk 'You taste better than I imagined.' 'I can only imagine what you taste like.' I replied deviously, moving closer to him 'Perhaps you would oblige me, just this once?' Alex chuckled, knowing I was not referring to his mouth. He drew his lips back to mine, each kiss hotter and more furious, as his hands wandered up under my untucked white shirt and touched my warm skin beneath. His fingers were soft and teased my skin, causing my member to twinge. My hands eagerly fell to his pants, running my fingers to the single button which I undid effortlessly, pulling the zip down even faster, producing a smirk from Alexander's lips. 'Are you not afraid someone will see us?' he asked, his eyes directing towards the open door. In all honestly I wasn't afraid at that moment. I was heated and horny and wanted to release the frustration of the week onto this gorgeous man, The entire bar could have been standing at that entrance and I would not have waivered from releasing his member and wrapping my hands around it. Taking a long hard sip of wine from the glass resting beside me, I threw Alexander a wink before I walked over to the door and closed it, pulling a chair hastily across the entrance. 'Now where were we?' I replied mischievously. Alexander chuckled as spread his legs a little wider. 'Taste testing.' he replied devilishly. I knelt before that exquisite dark eyed man as he rested back into the couch, pulling his pants and briefs down across his hips and down past his knees. His long and thick member sprung out at me, hot and furious, begging me to devour it. The purple bulbous head beckoned my lips, a small drip of exquisite pre-cum revealing itself from his slit. Holding his deep gaze, I gently pulled Alexander's shoes and socks off his feet, kneading the flesh of his soles teasingly with my hands. He must have liked it, for as I massaged his pads his eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a shaky sigh. Finally, my hands went back to his pants and I pulled them completely off him so that he was half naked and raw before me, his eyes hard upon me once more. 'Taste me.' he purred invitingly 'Sate your curiosity...if it pleases you Craven?' 'It pleases me.' I remarked with a grin, wrapping my hands around his shaft. Tenderly, I placed my lips on the smooth head of his prick, running my tongue along his bulbous shiny top and licking that salty pre-cum with a deep groan. He tasted more delicious than any morsel I had devoured. Running my tongue around his head, in torturous swirls that made him squirm and groan, I finally drew his length slowly into my mouth, deeper and deeper into my throat until I was filled to the hilt. Alexander released a soft sigh as I began to pull him in and out of my mouth, the stickiness of his salty pre-cum and my saliva lubricating his pole ever so perfectly. The warmth of his cock and his thickness made me hard as I hungrily sucked him. Alexander was quite long, and I found myself gagging on him more than once, but his slippery member soon began to slide perfectly down my throat. His hands moved to my sandy hair tenderly, lacing his fingers in my strands and pulled me closer to his member on every stroke. Alexander was gentle but held me firm in place, and the feeling of being controlled like that made me even more aroused. My tongue ran over his smooth skin and he was moaning softly, and I could feel how exquisitely hard he was as I took him in, over and over again. 'Lie down on the couch.' Alexander muttered hoarsely, a curl growing on his lips 'I want to fuck your mouth.' Ever obliging with a grin, I lay down on the couch, the hard erection in my own pants pressing painfully against the material and begging to be released. With thighs straddling on either side of my shoulders, Alexander's head tilted forward, watching me intensely as he lowered his hard pikestaff into my eager mouth. The angle was hot and I ran my hands across the back of his muscular thighs as he slowly began to enter into my mouth with drawn out moans. I breathed him in deeply, his scent was musky and moreish, and he tasted warm, salty and delicious. With a lowered head watching me take him in, his black hair scattered messily about as he continued to orally fuck me, and I could tell he was getting close to filling me with his cream as he continued to thrust deeper and deeper into my throat. 'Your mouth is so fucking exquisite.' he whispered hoarsely, the strain in his voice telling me he was close. Pulling out suddenly, his black eyes were possessed with lust as he sat back from my face, pulling me up to sit in front of him. With furious hands, he ripped off my purple tie, throwing it to the ground, before unbuttoning my white shirt, his fast fingers moving to my pants and fumbling with the belt until it was released...and I was released. My cock lay hard against my taut stomach and a grin was plastered on my face as Alexander ran his hands along it with a smile, stroking it up and down as I sat there staring at him with uncontrollable desire. I had never wanted someone to fuck me as much as I did at that torturous moment. He leant down, drawing his lips to my bulbous head, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my tip before he moved down and place a wet, open mouthed kiss over my pulsating head. I moaned deep in my throat as Alexander coated my shaft with his saliva, licking up and down my shaft with his pink tongue, while looking up at me with those piercing, deep brown eyes. 'Craven, l was to fuck you.' he remarked heatedly. Drawing my breath sharply, I nodded, lost in a surreal moment of uncontrollable lust. 'Then fuck me.' I replied with a grin, my ass clenching in excited anticipation. Not saying a word, he suddenly spun me around so my hands were firm on the back of the couch and ass presented. I could feel his warm member positioning behind me, coated in stickiness that I could only assume was his saliva. Running his hands across my muscular back, and down across the curve my cheeks, he spread them ever so slightly to place his warm cock against my pulsating sphincter. His cock was so hot, and I could tell by his heavy breathing that he was losing all sense of self-control. I smiled to myself. I wanted him to lose control. To unleash himself on me. His smooth, bulbous purple head prodded me, large and hard, and I moaned at the sensation of Alexander slowly pushing into my anus, his hardness easing through the first ring of muscle, and then the second, as his large head eased into my passage. I gasped as his large head pushed through and we both moaned as I took him further as my passage adjusted to his girth. 'You feeling fucking incredible.' he whispered into my ear as he pushed forward into me and I took his length to the hilt. Alexander was so thick and hard, impaling me with his fury, and I knew I was at his mercy. He pulled himself out to the tip and pushed in again, groaning louder and louder as he repeated the act over and over again, each time a little more forceful. Eyes rolling back, I took in every sensation, feeling so full and utterly complete as he filled me. Nothing had felt so right in all my life. My ass was crying out to be pounded by his cock, over and over again. Alexander brought his muscular arm across my chest, drawing me up to him so my head was by his neck, as his thrusts began to quicken. Deeper. Harder. Faster. The fatness of his cock spreading my hole and filling me with delight. I was biting my lip hard now, and moaning louder and louder as Alexander grunted in my ear. 'I want to come in you.' he groaned as he thrust harder. 'Fill me.' I moaned 'I want your seed in me.' Wrapping his free hand around my own furious dick, he began pumping me with firm strokes as he filled my ass, each caress picking up the pace until he was a sea of furious strokes and thrusts, begging me to come. The warmth started buzzing within me and filling me until I could not take it anymore, and he could not endure it. Alexander cried out as he released himself deep in my bowels, filling me with his warm, creamy load. I released a drawn out groan as the surge rose in my ass and my member erupted, squirting creamy stickiness over his warm hands as he massaged my head and shaft, his hands now glistening with my sperm. Releasing me, Alexander brought his sticky coated fingers to his lips, and one by one sucked them clean, his black eyes piercing mine. 'That was divine' he smouldered with a wide grin, before bringing his hot mouth against mine and kissing it over and over again, his black hair spilling across me as he tortured me with his tongue. I ran my hands over his muscular torso, as he wrapped me up in his arms. Bringing his lips to mine, he embraced me again before pulling away. 'You are an exquisite angel.' he murmured 'Promise me that this will not be the last time I devour you?' 'You can do that to me whenever you like.' I quipped. Smiling, I leaned back on the couch, utterly satisfied at how splendid my week had turned out to be... A Hard Week Ch. 02 The sun was shining warmly on my skin that mid-morning as I deeply breathed in the city air from the cobblestoned courtyard of the Supreme Court building. Double shot expresso in one hand, cigarette balanced in the same, my morning recess was its usual perfection. In addition to the blue sky overhead and gentle breeze from a warm summer's morning, I should have been ecstatic, yet my mind had not stopped thinking about Alexander since our interlude the previous Friday night. Those deep black eyes holding mine fast, and the way his black hair scattered across his brow messily. His arousing scent, of amber and citrus notes, that lulled my senses into a maddening torturous dance that I could not escape. I loved breathing in that masculine scent. The softness of his exquisite full lips, and the warmth of his pink tongue lapping against mine. That thrilling sensation of my mouth opening over his smooth bulbous head and licking the first delicious drops of his salty pre-cum... I caught my breath as I took a long hard sip of caffeine. Five days had passed and it was becoming harder to concentrate on anything except my mysterious dark eyed stranger these days. I took another puff of my cigarette and exhaled the smoke slowly, casting my blue eyes across the courtyard, through the iron gates that looked out onto the street. There was a large and bustling world of people out there, living each day with their share of joy and sadness. People trying to get ahead, making a name for themselves. Living each and every day. Yet none of reality seemed significant to me at present. I had spent my entire adult life working hard to become the person I was. Beginning as a criminal lawyer, sacrificing my time, and perhaps my life, to rise in the ranks in a firm that made me work from dawn till past midnight. My pleasure, my enjoyment, it was all secondary. However now I was a barrister and at the top of my game. Surely the fulfilment of my life had climaxed, and yet...why did I still feel empty? I knew the politics, and I played the game well. Being an advocate mattered to me, and I marched through life defending the plights of others. However the years had trickled by and I had seen so many of my colleagues corrupted by our trade, their empathy for others calcifying into an almost contempt for the human condition. I refused to join in, and yet that emotional detachment seeped in through the cracks and soon I too began to feel nothing. Nothing for others, and nothing for myself. Detached and devoid. Before I knew it, I was an overworked machine of a man with little feeling or pleasure in between. I had unfulfilled cravings and unfulfilled desires. Until last Friday, that is. Something had stirred within me that I had not felt in a long time. I had never lost so much self-control and let someone fuck me so brazenly in public, and yet on that night that is exactly what I wanted to happen. I had entered that jazz bar a broken man, and left a more complete version of myself. Alexander had stirred something inside of me, and I felt like I was finally becoming...alive. Alexander Cennes. The man had been in my mind the entire week. We had left that night in the bar after out tryst, exchanged numbers and I had returned to my friend Marcus with all the composure I could muster. I was good at putting on a calm yet firm stance, it was the way I played the game in court. Hair dishevelled, and untucked shirt, perhaps Marcus should have suspected something but he had already downed most of the bottle of Bass Phillip Premium Pinot Noir, and was determined to talk to me about this client of his that was driving him utterly mad. As the weekend passed I casually glanced at my phone for the hundredth time hoping for a message. I wanted Alexander to contact me. There was something about him that made me feel like he wanted that control. He would contact me. The way he had so confidently led me to the room in the bar, invited me to taste his cock so brazenly, as if my shock excited him. Maybe it did? Maybe I liked to be pushed and surprised a little? I recalled that gorgeous smirk on his lips as I lowered my lips on his erect member. The way he had pressed his throbbing dick into my arse, dominating me and taking me as his own. The memory of it made me quiver. Working on William Street in the city of Melbourne, the hustle and bustle of everyday life was hectic. Dealing with clients, lawyers, judges, legal firms, other barristers, and the incessant briefs thrust my way. I knew my position, I knew it well, and it held respect. I was on top of the game. Yet...when I had met Alexander at that bar, I felt all that melt away. He was in charge, beckoning me forth. I felt helpless, and I liked it. No, I loved it. I wanted him to tell me to suck his cock again. To dominate me. I would drop to my knees in an instant and obey. This transformation in me was new and dare I say frightening, and for the next few days I was troubled by my sudden inner urges to submit to this gorgeous man. Starting a new trial in the Supreme Court that week, I was preoccupied in picking a jury for my client on murder charges. It was a long and tedious process, but thankfully it kept me preoccupied. On my morning recess from court on Wednesday, I retired to the cobblestoned outside area of the court and that was where I had been with coffee in one hand and cigarette. A sudden buzz in my pocket, I managed to use my spare hand to check my phone. A curl on my lips, my waiting was finally over. It was him. The message brief but to the point. Craven. I've been thinking about our delectable intrigue since Friday. Are you free tonight? Was it in my imagination but was my heart actually pounding in my chest? Shaking my head, I waited twenty minutes to finish my coffee and then casually replied. As have I, do you know The Mint? Meet me there at 6? 'Craven, court's back in.' called out my solicitor Tim, a young man in his mid-twenties with a mop of brilliant red hair. You could tell my instructing solicitor would not be in the profession long, already he looked bored as hell in his position and really, I could not blame him. We had spent uneventful days in a cold room built in the early 1800s, hour after hour writing notes back and forth about the case. There were certain parts of a trial that are long and tedious, and we all need something else to distract ourselves for our own sanity. Mine, thankfully, was now Alexander Cennes. 'Ok, I'm coming.' I muttered, placing my barristers wig back on my head. 'Looks like the OPP is trying to get this adjourned.' added Tim. 'Fuck me,' I muttered under my breath 'another day wasted while we dance around the prosecution.' Tim chuckled and descended back into the halls of the Supreme Court. As I stood up, another buzz came from my phone. Sounds good, meet you there tonight. With a small smile on my face, the hours drew long as I sat at that wooden bench in the cold room of the Supreme Court, standing up to address His Honour, sitting down to listen to the OPP challenge every minute detail. Finally at five o'clock the day was over, trial adjourned until next week, and I was free. The Mint was close by, a place where currency had previously been made before being transformed into a trendy little bar. It was packed with people, the laughter and chatter almost deafening as the happy workers celebrated the middle of the week, and I entered somewhat hesitantly, the thrill of knowing Alexander was amongst the crowd somewhere...waiting for me. I approached the bar, deciding to get a drink and distract myself for a moment. The bar tender took his time, and I waited, growing more anxious in this environment of loud talking, laughter and merriment. A firm hand touched my upper arm from behind, and I turned to see him standing there before me. Dressed in a black suit, black shirt and a damask patterned tie, his long black hair falling neatly down, his unshaven stubble rugged, and his black eyes drawing deep into mine. The man was gorgeous. 'Craven,' he teased with a handsome smile 'fancy meeting you here?' With a confidence that thrilled me, Alexander grabbed my hand, disinterested in who would see. Interlacing his fingers with my right hand, a soft stroke on my thumb as if reassuring me, he led me away to a table where he had been sitting, a bottle waiting with two glasses. Throwing a pair of dark eyes to mine as we sat opposite each other, he threw me a small curl on his lips. 'I have a confession,' remarked Alexander 'what happened with us on Friday, it is not something I do...but there was something about you that made me want to do it. Something that makes me want to do a lot more to you.' Was it possible that my cheeks were actually tinting with a pink flush of heat? What was this man doing to me? I chuckled, taking a hasty sip of wine. 'I'm glad you messaged me.' I replied with a devious grin 'I don't usually get so carried away in a jazz bar myself to be honest.' Alexander ran his thumb playfully across his lip 'I enjoyed getting carried away with you in public. There is something about the thrill of it. Of course, behind closed doors would be fun as well?' Running my hands through my hair, I looked away bashfully. For all the confidence I had, it was now completely gone. Alexander placed his hand under the table and ran it along my thigh, softly and yet strong, and my body responded by moving closer to his touch. I ran my fingers along his, looking into his eyes with a smile. Taking a long sip of wine, Alexander looked at me with desire in his eyes. 'I want to kiss you.' he remarked firmly 'Right here, now.' With hesitation, I turned my eyes away from him, looking around the crowded room. No doubt there were many people in here that I knew by association. I never discussed my sexuality in my professional setting, why on earth would I? But now...now I would be showing a side of me no one knew, and it made me hesitant. Looking back up to him, I threw him a small, embarrassed smile. 'Does it really matter who sees?' Alexander added with a curl of his lip, as if anticipating my thoughts. With a pleased look on his face, he moved a seat across, beckoning me to sit beside him. Precariously I moved across the table and sat next to the dark eyed man. Running his hand gently around my jaw, Alexander pulled me in towards him, and drawing his lips to mine, engulfed me passionately with a deep and lingering kiss. His hands ran up across my back and tenderly through my hair, pulling me to him as he drove is tongue deep into my mouth, the taste of his sweet essence and wine mingled together. It was as if we were the only two people in that crowded bar, and the man was unleashing himself onto me with a passion I had never experienced. It made my skin shiver and my stomach flutter as I ran my hands feverishly across his body. Eyes were darting from various people around the room, yet Alexander was not phased in the slightest, and in his strong arms I started to relax as he continued our kiss. Finally he pulled away from my embrace, a large smile on his lips as he took another sip of wine. 'You see? Nothing to it!' he remarked pleasantly. Running his finger around the rim of the wine glass he added 'That was delectable. You must be a devious creature, for no one should be making me feel the things I am feeling for you right now.' 'Let us just say, you are doing things to me.' I grinned, darting my eyes down to the prodding member in my trousers. Alexander raised an amused eyebrow 'Better and better.'. Shaking his head, he chuckled 'I want to get to know you, Craven De'Montmoray. Perhaps we did some delicious deeds the wrong way around, not that I regret it in the slightest. But tell me about yourself?' Softly he placed his hand on mine as he sipped his wine, truly interested in my tale. 'Well!' I shrugged 'I am a barrister, criminal defence. I work in the courts every day, and my chambers are just around the corner from here.' Alexander grinned 'That is your job, and an interesting one at that no doubt. But what of yourself? I want to know about you?' Raising an eyebrow, I took a casual sip of wine as I smiled at him. 'I enjoy the company of handsome men.' I quipped 'As for quirks, I like medieval history. I suppose I am an odd sort.' 'An intriguing sort.' replied Alexander 'Intelligent and beautiful. I like that.' 'What do you do?' I asked curiously. 'I'm a neurologist.' he replied with a smile 'Also I enjoy beautiful men, and reading copious amounts of English literature.' We spent a good hour getting to know each other. I found out Alexander was a specialist at a nearby hospital. We worked close, and as the time lingered Alexander mentioned he also lived close by in an apartment. 'How about we have a drink at my place?' he suggested with a grin, his thumb running across his bottom lip playfully. 'Lead on.' I replied devilishly. Grabbing my hand firmly in his, Alexander led me out of the bar. Like two new infatuated spirits entwined, we ambled through the streets of the city. I would point out the beauty of the architecture of some of the buildings we passed, commenting on the heritage and period it was created, and Alexander would listen intently, a smile always on his lips. Sometimes he would divulge in a quote from Dickens or Keats, in reference to something we had stumbled across in our conversations. Finally we arrived at his apartment on Collins Street. It was only a few streets down from my own apartment in Little Bourke Street, and I was quite delighted at the prospect of having an intimate acquaintance living close by. 'Excuse the mess.' he remarked pleasantly, opening the door wider to let me pass 'I wasn't expecting guests.' The very sight of Alexander alone in his apartment aroused me so much. I just wanted to start ripping off his clothes and rub my hands over his warm skin. However social etiquette dictated, and I wasn't prepared to deviate just yet. I walked into his beautiful apartment, modern yet simply furnished. It was small, but perfectly neat as I threw my eyes to the view of the bright lights of the city from the nearby balcony. 'Wine?' asked Alexander, moving to a rather impressive display on his kitchen bench 'Or something else?' I concealed a smile, for I knew what I wanted. Perhaps he did also? 'Anything red is brilliant.' I replied, running my hand bashfully across the base of my neck. Alexander held my gaze and threw me a smile 'I confess, I've been thinking about you all week.' I could feel the warmth spreading to my cheeks. I felt the same way. 'I'm glad you messaged me when you did. It was one of those days.' I remarked. 'Perhaps we can turn it around yet.' remarked Alexander with a raised brow 'I would have messaged you sooner but work had me at the hospital all day and night for most of the week.' Pouring two glasses, he walked over and handed me one. I reached out to take it, but he held my glass back with a devious smile. Taking a deep sip from my glass, he placed it back on the bench before drawing closer, and closer towards me. Inches apart, face to face, he stood and lowered his lips to mine. I was breathing heavily, and I could feel my cock harden as his mouth opened against mine, filling me with the divine crimson liquid. We both lapped our tongues against each other, the red wine spilling into each other's mouth, until there was nothing but raw and furious open mouthed kisses, grower hotter and hotter by the moment. Alexander roughly pulled me against him, and I could feel his dick press hard against me. Finally Alexander pulled away with a grin. 'Your tongue drives me absolutely wild.' he whispered 'Shall we see how I respond to the rest of you?' I chuckled 'You're mischievous. I like that in a man.' He looked down, noticing a few drops of the wine had stained my white shirt. Raising an eyebrow, his fingers moved towards my chest and began to unbutton my shirt, loosening my tie with a grin in the process. 'The stain is fresh, I can wash this out.' he remarked. I drew a shaky breath as I felt his warm fingers brush every now and then against my abdomen as he undressed me, peeling my shirt off and leaving me standing in just a my trousers. Alexander threw me a grin before leaving the room with the shirt, only to come back a few minutes later empty handed. 'So, it appears my plan is working well,' he mused 'although in hindsight I should have stained your pants as well.' 'The way you are going, they will be in a second.' I quipped as I moved closer, gently cupping my hands across his strong jaw and pulling him closer to kiss him again. My cock was hard and so was his, and as we embraced our stiff members pressed firmly against each other, and we ground and rubbed our dicks against each other as we explored each other's mouth. Alexander started placing hard kisses down my neck and I moaned softly as his lips ran against my smooth of my chest and down to my navel. He threw a playful look up towards me. 'I couldn't stop thinking about sucking your sweet cum off my fingers the other night.' he confessed wickedly 'I love the feeling of it coming out all sticky over my fingers as I jacked you hard, then being able to lick them...and suck them.' My skin covered in shivers at his comment. 'I confess I was thinking similar thoughts all week.' I replied, my breathing growing heavier as I felt Alexander's fingers at my waist. 'Perfect.' murmured Alexander as he fell to his knees, and began to unbutton my trousers. I kicked my shoes off, grinning in anticipation, as he slowly eased down my trousers, until I was standing in only my briefs. 'I was going to ask if you wanted dinner?' chuckled Alexander as he massaged my concealed rock hard cock 'You distracted me, you wicked thing!' 'I have cream?' I remarked deviously. 'Good,' he purred 'because I am very, very hungry kitten.' Hooking his fingers into the top of my briefs, he brought his mouth to the fabric between my hard member and exhaled hot air onto it. My rod twinged and I moaned, trailing my fingers across his black hair. He was so hot and such a tease as he blew his breath onto my cock. It made me so fucking horny. 'I want you to fill my mouth and feed me.' he growled lowly, looking up at me darkly with his black eyes 'I want you to release all that desire down my throat.' I let out a sigh as he eased my briefs off me and I stood erect, my member standing bold and awaiting a pair of warm lips. I scooped up his loose black hair gently as he placed his mouth on the tip of my cock, running his hot tongue over my head and circling my bulbous knob. Breathing heavily, my eyes rolled back into my head as he started to draw me into his wet and warm mouth, slowly teasing me as he took me in, inch by torturous inch. Alexander's mouth was like warm sensual velvet, and he looked so gorgeous opening wide to suck my pikestaff. His suction around my member was strong and felt fucking incredible, engulfing me enthusiastically. Before I knew it, he had taken me all the way in and held me deep for a few moments before withdrawing again, producing a pleased, heavy groan from my throat. 'Your pre-cum is so sweet.' he smouldered before taking me in once again, all the way down into his throat. My fingers laced through his hair as I began to move my hips backwards and forwards, thrusting into his eager mouth as he looked up at me with those piercing black eyes. My chest was rising up and down uncontrollably as I maintained eye contact, watching my glistening shaft slide back and forth into his mouth. Alexander was hungry and sucked my dick over and over again, pulling my hard cock deep as he moaned lowly. A Hard Week Ch. 02 He pulled me out again, and began running his tongue along both sides of my shaft, before moving to my bulbous head to deposit a large glob of his saliva over it. I felt it ooze down and trail down my length, before he gently lowered his mouth over the tip of my cock. He was teasing me as his held it there, refusing to pull me in until I started begging. Alexander was utterly wicked! 'Please...more.' I breathlessly begged, producing a cheeky smile from my companion as he pulled away. 'What will you give me in return?' he asked playfully. 'My hot load, all of it.' I replied breathlessly 'Let me feed you.' 'Then fuck my mouth darling,' he murmured huskily 'and don't hold back, I want to feel you lose control.' With a pleased smile, Alexander opened his mouth, softly kissing my head a few times before lowering onto my dick once more, allowing me to fuck his mouth at my own pace, growing faster and more uncontrolled by the moment as I desperately pulled his mouth to my hilt. I could hear him slurping and the sound of my dick hitting the back of his throat, producing a muffled grunt from him on every strong thrust. Sticky saliva was oozing down his chin as I continued to pound my cock into his mouth, over and over. I could not control myself, he had unleashed a side of me that was wild. All I wanted to do was fuck his mouth, deeper and deeper, relishing that exquisite feeling of his warm mouth, saliva and my pre-cum rubbing on my cock. With heavy panting, I tried to slow myself but it was impossible with this gorgeous creature devouring my cock. 'Uhhh...I am so close.' I moaned, pulling him deeper on every thrust. Fucking his mouth was incredible. I didn't want it to end, but the surge inside me was about to explode. He knew this too, and began to move up and down, faster and deeper until I dragged my fingers tight in his hair. 'Relax now,' I moaned, stroking his throat softly as I tipped his head back a little further 'I want to come deep into you.' Alexander allowed my entire length in him as he held me there. With a drawn out cry I felt myself tense up before jetting my load into him. Alexander was moaning also, and I felt him swallowing in deep gulps as he held me deep in his throat. The contractions of him swallowing sent me over, and I released more sticky white semen deep in his mouth, over and over until I was spent, breathless and depleted. Ejaculating in his mouth was so hot, and felt incredible, as he sucked on me eagerly trying to get every last drop before pulling away. I wanted to cum into his mouth forever but I was empty now and released him, a breathless shaky sigh from my lips as I dropped my head in utter satisfaction. 'Perfection.' Alexander grinned, wiping his glistening chin as he rose to meet me 'You came so hard, I like it...I like it a lot.' Laughing, I rubbed my neck in embarrassment 'So did I.' Swiping his hair back, with one hand, he grabbed my hand and pulled me across to the balcony. 'You should take a look at the view.' he remarked mischievously as he started undressing himself on the outside deck. It was a warm night and the soft breeze felt amazing on my naked skin. My eyes fixated lustily on my companion, slowly unpeeling his attire before me. Alexander unbuttoned his purple shirt and threw it playfully at me. I chuckled as I dodged the garment. His chest was chiselled and sheer perfection, sun kissed and muscular, smooth and white. Holding my gaze he unzipped his trousers, pulling them down with his black briefs and stepping out of the crumpled garments, his thick cock springing out and hard against his taut stomach. His black eyes were so beautiful, piercing into mine as he stood there, fully aroused with a furious hard on. Turning around to rest his arms on the balcony, he presented his arse spectacularly as he bent slightly over to rest against the railing. I could see his crinkled hole begging me to play. 'The view is rather...breathtaking.' I cheekily observed as I moved behind him, reaching my arms around his chest to kiss his neck softly. 'I thought you'd appreciate it.' he replied deviously. 'You have no idea.' I growled. Alexander released a sigh as I lowered my kisses along the back of his neck and down his spine, trailing further down the smooth white skin of his lower back. He leant over further, exposing his pulsing bud to me and I lowered my mouth to his buttocks, covering each cheek with soft kisses. My lips trailed to his sphincter, and I placed one perfect, tender kiss upon it. Alexander moaned in pleasure, pushing himself back onto my face. I could tell he liked his bottom being played with, to my ever growing delight. With a grin, I fluttered my tongue ever so lightly against his ring and I could feel him squirm again as he giggled from above. 'Ticklish are we?' I asked teasingly, as I fluttered my tongue against his bud again. Slowly I swirled around his entrance, before softly prying into his ring and feeling the muscles give way to my fleshy intruder. 'Fuck yes...' he moaned from above. 'Do you like me licking your arse?' I murmured, between prods. 'I fucking love it.' he groaned in reply. Alexander was heavy breathing, and resting his weight harder and harder against the rails. 'Your tongue is divine,' he remarked breathlessly 'but you are going to make me come this way. I need to release my seed into your arse right now.' After one last long lick across his ring, I rose up behind him with a wide smile. I wanted to fuck him, but even more I wanted him to ram his cock deep into me. The prospect of Alex fucking me was utterly perfect. My dark haired man turned around, flashing me a cheeky glance as I ran my hands over his buttocks. They were tight and muscular, like the rest of his gorgeous body, and well worthy of a few moments of silent admiration. As Alexander turned around, I could see how hard his cock had become. It was standing straight up, red and pulsating, ready and willing. He had an impressive cock, easily eight inches and extremely thick, with a large, splendid purple head. I had not been able to appreciate it in its full splendour the other night in the darkness of the jazz bar, but now I was in complete admiration. 'Let us go to the bathroom.' he whispered mischievously 'I want to fuck you in front of the mirror.' Slyly, he pulled me along into his black marble bathroom, one wall covered floor to ceiling with a mirror. He stopped to light a few soft candles along the marble slab benchtop. Their scent filled the room with a warm vanilla scent, comforting and enticing to the senses. Alexander led me to an area beside the bench, so I was facing my full naked reflection. I felt a trickle of cold lotion trail down my arse, and I looked in the mirror to see Alexander pouring lube on my derriere. He rubbed his thumb gently over my anus, massaging softly around the ring before pushing his thumb in and out of my sphincter. Looking up in the reflection, I could see him watching me with a smile on his lips as he penetrated my arse. 'I like massaging you.' he purred 'Remind me to give you a longer massage next time. Sorry but I cannot wait a moment longer.' As I rested my hands against the mirror, I let out a low moan of pleasure as his digits delved into me. Having his fingers expertly manipulate my opening and push gently into me was...exquisite. 'Are you ready for me?' he murmured hotly. 'God yes.' I moaned, pushing my arse further out towards him, His warm and thick member slapped against my arse cheeks and I could feel Alexander positioning his hard cock's head at my entrance, my muscles tightening at that initial feel of his smooth head on my ring before adjusting to his width as his head eased into my arse with a pop as the head pushed through. It felt incredible as he stretched me wide...he was so thick. A girth worthy of a drawn out moan. 'I'll go slowly.' he whispered in my ear 'The wine relaxed you more last Friday. It is quite a lot to take in.' 'You feel fucking amazing.' I moaned before crying out as he eased himself in further, my arse suddenly being forced to accept his large girth. I had taken a lot of guys up there in the past, but Alexander was right. He was a lot to take in, a thick and extremely large cock that throbbed in my passage with a searing heat that made me feel so full. My ring of muscles were buzzing with excitement, the sensation of him pushing up into me was sending this warm, deep, pleasurable sensation deep into me and hitting my prostrate. He was stretching me so wide, and I could see him in the mirror looking down at my arse, appreciating the view of me being spread by his intruder. 'Oh lovely, you are opening so wide for me.' he murmured breathlessly 'That's it, take it all. Fuck you are so tight. Take all of me all up your arse. That is the way my darling.' With a final thrust, he pushed himself to the hilt and the air escaped my lungs. He felt amazing. Alexander suddenly withdrew his member from my passage, leaving me empty. Running his hands up around my throat, not hard but firm enough to show he was in control, his black eyes pierced into mine in the mirror. 'Do you like me fucking you, Craven?' he asked sternly, with a small wicked curl on his lip as he held his grip of my throat, thrusting deep in my passage 'Does your arse feel packed and full of my cock, hot and tight, just the way you like it?' 'Yes.' I moaned 'I can feel you stretching me so wide...I am yours...' Withdrawing, I could see Alexander looking down in amazement. 'Your hole is so big and gaping...it is so fucking hot. I need to stretch you more.' he smouldered, before he pushed his dick back into my passage once more. I was mewing like a kitten as he gave a few more thrusts deep inside me, hitting me to the hilt and sending an ecstatic, electric surge through me. I could hear myself moaning so loudly, losing utter control, my jaw relaxed and hanging open as Alexander pounded my arse over and over again. He pulled out again to watch my hole exposed and wide, before quickly retreating to his knees, shoving his tongue in my arse as my muscles slowly contracted. I gasped as his tongue ran hot, wild and deep in my hole, the wet slither sending shivers across my skin and making my cock hard once more. I was feeling so close to coming again. 'Delicious, fuck I love your arse.' he purred 'Time to stretch you more.' Once more Alexander positioned his cock at my anus and pushed deep in again, continuing to ravage my hole. He was impaling me with his fatness and I was at his mercy yet again, eyes rolled back and head spinning from hyperventilating. 'I want to fill you with my seed.' he growled in my ear. 'Do it, I want it all.' I cried out as he started to pound into me. The surge began rising in me, I couldn't take his filthy whisperings and hard cock up my arse. It was too much as his forceful thrusts began to push me forward against the mirror harder and harder. I was sent over the edge as I came hard, screaming out in release, my sperm splashing out onto the mirror before me. Alexander was going hard from behind me, slamming into me relentlessly and pushing me hard up against the mirror now, his moans drawing out longer and longer until he seized up. Grabbing me with both arms around my chest, he shot his load his deep in me. His black hair fell across my face as he leant slightly over, and I tilted my head back, falling into a passionate kiss while he still remained deep inside me. 'I have never come that hard.' he panted between soft kisses, a grin growing wider and wider on his gorgeous face 'Thank you my darling.' After he was done, we enjoyed our first shower together. Alexander took pleasure in coating me in exquisite amber lotions that he took delight in rubbing over me, lathering me sensually before rinsing off and wrapping ourselves in soft, fluffy white towels. 'Are you hungry?' he asked, adding teasingly 'For food, that is.' 'Ravished actually.' I remarked 'My last meal was a coffee and cigarette.' Alexander chuckled, shaking his head 'You lawyers are all alike.' I raised an intrigued eyebrow 'All alike, eh? Sounds like a story.' Alexander rubbed the dark stubble on his chin as he continued to walk to the kitchen, rubbing his muscular arms achingly before stopping to reach for a chopping board. Turning back to me, he shrugged. 'Nothing scandalous I assure you,' he replied 'I dated a lawyer a few years back. He had only two food groups. Nicotine and caffeine.' 'Well, he sounds like an arsehole.' I quipped cheekily. Alexander replied with a laugh 'Yes, I believe you might be right there.'. He waved his hand to dismiss the conversation 'Enough of that. How about I make you a pasta and you can entertain me with outrageous stories of your previous cases.' 'Sounds like a good night.' I replied, pouring us some more wine. I smiled to myself. In all honesty, that was exactly what it was. A fucking good night... A Hard Week's Night When Michael first learnt that his wife Laurie's new project was at Robinson MacDonald, he thought that she might have a tough time. The last time Laurie had managed a project for them she had learnt how demanding they could be and had definitely not enjoyed the experience. Laurie had been on this project the last two weeks and had been working very long hours. As the senior consultant she was responsible for making Robinson MacDonald happy and the company was a very difficult client, which put a tremendous strain on her personally. Even by the middle of the week, Laurie's high stress level was apparent in her short temper and brusque demeanor. Thursday had been the scheduled end of the project but some of the last minute changes the client team had requested prolonged the end to the next day. Laurie's group had had to work late into Thursday night. She had rushed home at midnight for a quick shut eye but had showered and left again early morning. By now, Laurie's stress was approaching the danger level. Laurie really needed to unwind and relax as soon as possible. Michael of course was very concerned about Laurie having only seen her for a few minutes all of this week. He felt that it was his job to help her relax. He wanted to do his best to help her forget the work related problems right away. Michael's mind quickly came up with just what would get Laurie distracted. Laurie had always wanted him to go down on her in public and tonight would be a perfect time to help her live this fantasy. Just after noon on Friday Laurie called to tell him that the project was finally done. The client team had just signed off on the project so that all Laurie's group had remaining was to prepare and hand over the final report. Laurie was sure that they would be all done by 5pm. With the ninety minute drive from Robinson MacDonald's suburban location, Laurie would be home by 6:30pm. Now Michael had six hours to get everything ready for Laurie's evening program - a relaxing bath, a sensual massage and mind-blowing exhibitionistic sex followed by her favorite dinner. Michael had a slim boyish figure, around five and a half feet tall and weighing about140 lbs. But his large cock was an exception to his size and his slight frame. Erect it was a good seven to eight inches long with an impressive girth. In the past to make up for his size and build, Michael had sported a straggly mustache and goatee and had long dirty brown hair. But with the help of Laurie's friend Diane, his appearance and his demeanor had been changed to suit his inner self (author's note: please read "Michael, My Sweet Whore!" to learn about this part of Michael and Laurie's life). He was now clean shaven and kept his body smooth and hairless. His hair was now an attractive auburn shade and styled in smooth waves dropping around his shoulders. He loved his new role and made sure that his clothes and appearance pleased Laurie. Again with Diane's help, their marriage and sex life had both evolved so that they were very comfortable with their roles and desires. Laurie too was slim and willowy and a couple of inches taller than him but about 20 lbs lighter. She worked out regularly and had a great figure, pert breasts with sensitive dark nipples, rounded and firm behind and silky soft skin. Her hair was now styled in a short and sleek dark brown bob to suit her busy business lifestyle. Laurie loved Michael's shyness and her natural assertiveness and dominance came through in their relationship, and recently also in their sex life. She usually made all of the important decisions and many of the unimportant ones as well. Michael was very happy to go along with whatever she wanted to do and was more concerned with making sure that she was happy. Laurie's job as an information technology consultant was very lucrative and she had moved on to a management role in her company, making even more money. Michael used to work at the local bank as a teller but with Laurie's encouragement he now spent his time doing the house work and in developing is career as an artist. He enjoyed the new phase of his life and loved pleasing Laurie in every way. After Laurie's call, Michael rushed out to get some items for the evening. At the liquor store, he selected a great bottle of champagne and a couple of bottles of an expensive chardonnay. Michael then picked up scented candles, aromatic bath salts, herbal skin lotion and some of bottles of massage oil at the BodyShop. As Michael hurried home his mind was already imagining the upcoming public performance making him flush with sexual excitement. It was now nearly 4pm and Michael had to hurry and get the apartment ready. In the living room he moved the couch away from the window to the side of the room. He then arranged the large black leather armchair and ottoman to face the floor-to-ceiling picture windows. Their apartment looked out to a spectacular view of the city on the left side but faced a tall residential building on the right side. From here, you could see right into many of the apartments there, just as the people in the other building could see right into this living room. He opened the drapes to permit an unobstructed view from the other building. He had set up the armchair and the ottoman with a tilt to the right so that whatever took place here would be a show for the onlookers from the other building. He made sure there were freshly laundered towels ready in the master bathroom. The bath salt, the skin lotion and one of the candles then went on the sill next to the tub and the massage oil on the side table. A new loofah was already next to the tub alongside a set of fresh wash cloths. Michael took a brand new blade from the bath cabinet and fixed it to the Venus razor on the bath sill. He moved over to the master bedroom where he redid the bed with the new black satin bed sheets and cleaned the black leather stuffed headboard. He drew the bedroom curtains wide open to provide a clear view to the next building. The bedroom directly faced the apartments next door and with the open curtains, anyone there could see anything that Laurie and Michael did on the bed. The apartment was now ready and it was now almost half past five in the evening. Laurie should be driving back home now. He picked up the phone and ordered her favorite dishes from the local Thai restaurant and asked them to deliver it to their apartment at 7:30pm. Now he had about three quarters of an hour to pamper himself. He went into the guest bathroom so as to not disturb the master bathroom set-up. He used this bath occasionally so his things were still there. He brushed his teeth and used a mouthwash several times. His hair still looked great from the morning so he put on a shower cap and removed all his clothes. He then grabbed the depilatory crème and rubbed it all over his crotch and ass areas. He used some on his face, his legs and arms and under his armpits. While waiting for the crème to act, he made sure that his skimpy outfit for the evening was ready. He had carefully picked out the clothes from the closet that he and Laurie now shared. He then stepped in the shower and using just cold water sluiced away all of the crème along with any remaining body hair. He then used the sweet smelling liquid soap to clean himself all over. He paid special attention to his penis and his behind, making sure the soap cleaned everywhere. The cold water rinse removed all of the soap. Stopping the water he dried himself vigorously all over with the towel. Stepping out of the shower, he applied the new skin lotion all over his body. A pale lipstick and some mascara around his eyes completed the look. He had been to the salon only earlier that week and his nails still looked good in their French manicure. He removed the shower cap and brushed out his hair well. A light conditioning spray helped liven up the style and shine. He then sprayed on Laurie's favorite musky perfume and made sure he smelt good all over. He was now ready for the outfit. With all of the care he was taking in getting ready, his cock had softened and he was able to slide it into the silky black thong he had picked out. The top he wore was a black silk chemise with stringy straps that was short and ended well above his slim waist. His pale smooth flesh contrasted nicely with the black lingerie. He then put on a black silk kimono that came up to just below his crotch tying the belt loosely around himself. He stepped out of the guest bath and put on a pair of Laurie's black strappy sandals that also fit him well. He was now ready and had just enough time to get the final touches done. Filling up the tub up with very hot water, he dropped in the bath salts and bath oil and lit the candle on the sill. The heavenly smell and the heat made the bathroom very cozy. Michael made sure that the bedroom lights were on and turned up to full brightness. In the living room, Michael lit the second aromatic candle and placed the ice bucket holding the champagne bottle and the glass on the table. By dimming the living room lights Michael could see the right through the open curtains to the other building. He however turned up the lights so that instead of being able to see outside, the people in the other building would get a great view of their living room. To set the mood, he picked Laurie's favorite Jazz play list on the iPod and played it through their Bose sound system adjusting the volume so that the sound was soft and ambient. The stage was now set. The two rooms where he expected to please Laurie, the living room and the bedroom, were well lit and optimally arranged to offer a panoramic view to potential voyeurs. Looking at himself in the hallway mirror, Michael knew that his appearance would excite Laurie. He then knelt down and closed his eyes, waiting. A few moments later, Michael heard the sound of the key and the door handle jiggle. The door swung open and Laurie stepped in still extremely irritated. The commute had taken extra long and she had worked through the day without a meal, just munching on candy bars. Her dark business suit was crumpled from the long day and the long drive. She felt sweaty and in need of a shower. Then she saw Michael waiting for her and all the thoughts about her discomfort disappeared. Michael looked sensational! He jumped up and hugged her wrapping his arms around her neck. She dropped her briefcase and grabbed him by the waist. They kissed and she tasted Michael's sweet lips. Michael smelt wonderful and his lithe body felt sensuous in the silky black kimono. She grew wet with need and using one hand grabbed the back of Michael's head to press him to her lips. Her tongue invaded Michael's mouth as she caressed him, reaching under his short kimono to feel his smooth thong-clad bottom. Michael's member stiffened with excitement at her obvious appreciation. Feeling her physical desire he knew he was on his way to making the evening a memorable one for her. He gently disengaged himself from her arms and drew her into the brightly lit living room. He removed her jacket guiding her to the armchair. Michael took off his kimono and kneeling in front of her removed her heels. The arrangement of the chair facing the open curtains with the bright lighting ensured that the two of them would be putting on a sensational show for any bystanders in the next building. Laurie immediately understood Michael's plan and she shivered with excitement at realizing her fantasy. Her favorite music and the aroma from the candle soothed Laurie. She closed her eyes enjoying the sensations and anticipating what was to come. Michael began by first kissing her legs and rubbing them gently with his hands. The stocking covered legs felt tense to his fingers. Using his mouth Michael explored her thighs, kissing her bare skin above the stocking band and began pushing his head under her skirt. Laurie was now enjoying his attentions and wantonly spread her thighs open, unhooking and loosening her skirt to provide him with easier access to her core. Getting under her loosened skirt, Michael smelt Laurie's strong arousal as he licked her salty skin. The day long anticipation of this act made his need to please her even more acute. His erect cock was dripping and making his thong and stomach wet. He kissed Laurie's panties and tongued her all over on the outside. The panties were soaked and tasted musky. He used his fingers to move it to one side and then pushed his tongue deep inside her pussy. Laurie moaned with raw need. He laved her nether lips with long slow licks and felt her silky wet hair tickle his nose. Laurie's vagina opened up to his attention and swelled with fresh moisture. He now paid attention to her inner lips licking up her effervescence. After a few moments he rolled up the tongue to stiffen it like a small cock and plunged it back and forth deep into her. Laurie had slowly sunk down on the armchair and now she raised her bottom to Michael's face while draping her legs on either side of Michael's head onto his back. She used her hands to guide the back of Michael's head onto her crotch. Michael moved back to long licks of her vagina, starting at the bottom and ending up at her clitoris. As he slowly built up speed flicking her clit over and over, she felt herself stiffen and climax. She loved how Michael used his mouth to pleasure her. The electric feelings from Michael's attentions combined seamlessly with the sound and smell sensations to help Laurie drift further into a pleasurable coma-like state. After what seemed like eternity, Michael stopped his oral ministrations and gently placed her weak legs on the ottoman. She knew that she had come quite a few times and felt the wetness on her thighs from her secretions. By now Michael's erection was rock hard and pushing out against his stomach from the top of his skimpy black thong. His precome had made the thong very wet. He wobbled up from his stiff knees and looked out the window but the lighting in the room prevented him from seeing if their show had had an appreciative audience from the other building. Michael wiped his face dry of Laurie's juices and then popped open the champagne bottle to pour out a glass for Laurie. Laurie drank all of it in a deep draught and asked for a refill. He filled up her glass again and brought it over. In the meantime, she stripped off her blouse, bra and panties and used her skirt to wipe her wet thighs dry. She sat down naked and upright on the edge of the armchair beckoning him to come back between her legs. Handing her the champagne glass, Michael knelt down between her thighs and moved down to resume licking her pussy. Wanting something else, she pulled his face up and towards her breasts. Michael applied his lips to licking her dark and sensitive nipples that were stiff with desire. His mouth clasped her sensitive left breast to suck the tip. With his hand holding the breast and squeezing it slightly, his mouth pursued sucking and licking on both the areola and the nipple. He then gently bit and pulled at the stiff nipple extending it outwards while cupping and squeezing the breast firmly with his hand. This stopped Laurie from drinking the champagne and she moaned enjoying his attentions as well as the show that they were now putting on for the people who may be watching. She loved the way he could create ripples of pleasure in her body with his mouth. She pushed his head to the right breast and he resumed his activities on the companion mound. Michael's fingers started to penetrate her pussy as she continued drinking her second glass. The alcohol in her empty stomach was providing her with a great high. She felt buzzed and happy with this special performance. She felt excited by herself and Michael's slutiness in putting on a display for the other apartment building – what a whore he was for her! She poured a bit of champagne down her breasts and onto her crotch so that Michael could lap it up and give something more for the voyeurs. Finally she pushed Michael again down between her thighs guiding his head with her hands. Resting her feet on the floor, she raised herself and pushed Michael's head back towards the ottoman. Michael leaned backwards until the back of his head rested on the ottoman facing upwards. Laurie moved up to stand straddling Michael's head, with her legs on both sides of the ottoman. She could now press down on his mouth and move herself back and forth enjoying his licking on her most sensitive spots at her own pace. She was fucking his face cowboy style. With her sensations building, her need took over and she used her hand to press down on her nubbin, continuing to rub herself furiously back on forth on Michael's face. The thought of the voyeurs watching her fuck Michael's face wandered into her mind and she screamed with an intense orgasm, drenching the ottoman and Michael's face. As if to punctuate her climax the apartment bell rang. She wobbled up from Michael face dazed at the intrusion. Michael also got up but he knew that the bell was for the dinner delivery. He grabbed a towel and wiped his fluid covered face dry. His black chemise was wet so he put on the silk kimono. As he ran towards the door, he asked Laurie to go over to the bath while he took care of the take out delivery. The teenage delivery boy came into the apartment to the sights and smells of love making –woman's clothes flung around the sofa and the tang of recent sex. The back of a beautiful naked girl hurrying into another room and Michael's dishabille appearance added to the sexual heat in the room. As the Thai food was being placed on the table, Michael could see that the boy had grown a generous bulge in his jeans. Not wanting to add to the boy's discomfort, Michael quickly paid him in cash and hurried him out of the apartment. However, he made a mental note for future reference about the delivery boy's potential. To keep the food hot, Michael placed it in the warming tray and then went back to the bathroom taking another filled glass of champagne for Laurie. Entering the master bath, Michael took off the kimono and his wet chemise and went up to the tub. Laurie was already immersed in the hot water soaking up the sensations of the luxurious bath. Michael handed her the champagne glass. She sipped the fresh drink while he used the loofah and the liquid soap to bathe her. Gently he scrubbed her arms, back and chest paying special attention to her sensitive spots. He lifted her legs up to his shoulders, one by one, and cleaned them gently all over from the foot to the crotch. He then took the wet wash cloth with the liquid soap to clean her crotch. He was very careful doing this as he knew that her vulva would be ultra sensitive after the recent sex. His probing with the cloth was gentle and soothing and his other hand continued rubbing her back softly with the loofah. The hot water, the aromatic salts and the caressing sensations, helped by the drink put her into a pleasant near slumber-like state. Michael then shampooed her hair massaging her scalp with his fingers and rinsed her off using the hand shower. Michael continued his tactile efforts with the loofah and wash cloth until the water turned balmy. He helped her rise up and out of the tub, wrapping her in warm towels and dry up. He gently wiped away all of the water from her body. After she was dry, he opened up the lotion and proceeded to rub it all over from her toes to her neck. He toweled her hair dry and using her styling gel combed it back smoothly in a severe style. He then helped her place her left leg on the closed toilet and spread her thighs open. He brought the new razor, shaving cream and a hot towel and kneeling in front off her carefully shaved her clean removing all of the baby hair that had grown around her pussy lips. When he was sure that no stray hairs remained, he used the warm towel to pat her dry and clean off any remaining soap. He gently applied the lotion all over the freshly shaven skin and made sure that her silky insides received their share. Her mound was smooth and inviting and he badly wanted to lick her right away.