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Something Unexpected

By: Karen Caldwell



Benjamin walked out of the door to the old Victorian house. He dusted off his slacks and looked at his new polished shoes. He waved at Mrs. Irons next door who was weeding her garden and walked over to the mail box to check his mail. “Well Benjamin dear where are you off to?”

He seemed to think about it before he told her. “Well, I’m on my way to the news paper to drop off the ad for a new roommate. The taxes on this house are huge you know.”

She chuckled and agreed. “It’s a shame that your grandfather had left it so deep under. You work to hard to keep it.” 

“Well it is his legacy you know. I just want to keep a part of him.”   

“You’re a good boy Ben,” He smiled his deep dimples showing. 

“Thanks Mrs. I. I’ll see you later!” He walked to the end of the drive in hopped into his Explorer. Man, he thought, roommate. He hadn’t had a roommate since Dan. Man, Dan was the most womanizing, beer guzzling jerk he knew. He wondered when he would see his best friend again. It had been seven years since they had graduated college and two years since his divorce. He needed a friend in his old neighborhood like a starving man needed food. He pulled off to Main and dropped of the ad. He sighed lets see what kind of jerks the ad picks up. He stopped by the grocery store and flirted with the cute little cashier and smiled when she took off twenty dollar and he only paid twenty three. She slipped him her phone number and he promised to call her later. He took his purchases and stuffed them in the back seat and drove home. He was pulling up to the old house when he noticed the cab in his driveway. 

“Who the hell is this?” he muttered and thought it sure as hell couldn’t be Amanda because she told him to drop dead or was it she said to drop off the edge of a cliff she told him so many things that it was pointless for him to think about it. He got out of the truck and slammed the door. The cab pulled out nearly hitting him. “Hey!’ he shouted at the cab driver as the car nearly collided with his body. He heard a deep chuckle and scowled. Who the hell was the guy anyway? “All that football muscle in college gone to fat, eh?” Benjamin looked up and grinned at Dan. “Dude, when did you get here?”

“Man I got here just now,”

“Why are you here though?” 

He looked mulish when Benjamin asked that. He gave a deep sigh. “My crappy job transferred me and unfortunately they didn’t give me a pad to crash in. This berg doesn’t have a hotel. How do you make it in Idaho? It’s like I can feel my self slipping into another era.   

Ben laughed “Nuthin’ like New York to appreciate the small things like uh well breathing.”

Dan scowled, “Man, I need a place to stay and I’m willing to pay.”

“Jesus, man you have great timing. I have a floor for rent fully remodeled and everything and plus I was looking for a roommate.”

“How much?”

“Twelve a month and free cable, pool and access to the fridge plus a cleaners down the street.” 

He shook his hand “I’ll take it, just let me grab my bags and I’ll be on my way.” Ben ran back to the car and grabbed his groceries and pulled the keys from the ignition. He unlocked the door and let himself in. He set the groceries on the table and helped Dan grab a couple of bags. He was talking a mile a minute as he showed Dan his apartment quarters. “You live downstairs and have a private staircase. You have direct access to the back door and it’s virtually sound proof so you can do what ever you want.” He nudged his shoulder and smiled.  Dan seemed confused. “Sound proof?”

His brow wrinkled “Yeah. I became a writer after I left the force. I could have sworn I told you.”

Dan shook his “Nope,”

“Well all I get is distractions.”

Dan laughed “I imagine its hard fending off all those women pretty boy.”

Benjamin beamed so brightly that it was blinding. Dan laughed. Then suddenly Ben punched his hand “Geez I’m glad you reminded me though, I have a date with Isis.”

“Who?”

”Man she’s hot. Tits like this.” He cupped his hands over his chest “and an ass that begs to be fucked.”

 “Sounds nice. So, like, what is she going out with?” He punched Dan in the arm. “Dude, I have to go in about ten minutes. Its five thirty and Johnny said he would come by to mow the lawn in about an hour.”

“Johnny?”

He thought about this “Call him B.J. it sounds better.”

“Man you have turned into your dad. You hire some one to mow the lawn?”

“I ain’t going to do it. Do you want too? I mean it’s free for the taking. The money is on the table to pay him.”

”Naw” and he shook his head. “I’m going to the pool. It’s hot here. Have fun on your date.” Dan smiled again as he waved Ben to his upstairs apartment. Dan looked around his room.  He had already dumped most of his clothes on the bed while they were talking and was searching for a pair of decent swim shorts. He couldn’t find any so he settled for a pair of black boxers. What the fuck he said and pulled off all his clothes and slipped on the boxers. He admired his physique in the mirror. He stood six three and worked out since he was a teen and liked the fact that he was well built and athletic. He also liked the look he had cultivated since he was twenty. The handsome rugged look. He heard the water running above him. Ben was probably taking a quick shower for his date. He swelled and hardened almost instantly thinking about Ben lathering him self up. He wondered what his friend would think if he knew he was gay. He remembered in college them making fun of queers and he the next hour seeking them out for a quick screw. He thought he was confused and tried to fill his life with and women and booze so he could drown out his yearning for men. It didn’t work and as soon as he got out of college he lived his life as a secretly gay man in New York. He walked out of his back door and to the patio and slid out side and dived in the pool. A few minutes later he heard the distant sound of a door slamming and a click indicating that he had locked the door. He closed his eyes and let his mind slip away to his fantasy of making love to his best friend, He shook his head. No he wasn’t going down that route. He dived into the pool and swam several strokes before he cooled down enough. He stepped in the shower and removed the chlorine from his body. Twenty minutes and a sandwich later he sat on the couch reading a book he got from the book shelf when he heard the lawnmower rev to life. Ah he thought must be B.J. “He’s late.” Dan said as he looked at the clock on the wall. He went to the patio door and looked at him. He looked like the quarter back from his high school team all bulging muscle and cockiness and before he new it he had a raging hard on. “Geez,” he said  

“I feel like a horny old man” but even as he said that he touched his dick and massaged it. He looked over at B.J. and his body demanded that he fulfill it. He touched his head and felt it bob upright. He touched the pre-cum at the tip and smoothed it down the pole. He jerked his hand down the smooth long shaft. His fingers closed tightly around himself and moved his hand faster and faster. His balls filled and tightened. His dick grew thick and rigid and he forgot about his surrounding. He forgot that he was standing naked and in front of a glass window jerking off to a teenage boy. He groaned as he spasmed. He was about to cum. He felt the incredible pressure and just as he was about to explode a second hand grabbed his dick with such force that he gasped. He looked up to see B.J. starring at him with angry eyes. “So you want to jerk off to someone huh?” speech was beyond him as he felt the pressure on his dick tighten. He was physically fit but B.J. had him in an immobilizing grip on him. He swallowed and nodded. B.J. said as he led him to the couch by his dick. “Well, this seems to be an interesting sit-u-ation. You happen to be in luck because I’m goin’ to oblige you one better.”

He un-zipped his shorts and pushed Dan on the couch. He pulled off his shorts and kicked it to the side. His dick was so thick in big that Dan swallowed again this time voluntary. B.J. pushed his half swollen member across his lips. He didn’t take it B.J. pushed it closer. “What are you waitin’ for? Trust me you don’t want me angry.” Dan automatically opened his mouth and sucked the head deep inside his mouth. B.J. groaned. “You like that don’t you?” He couldn’t help it and Dan suckled his dick deeper into his mouth. “God that feels so fucking good.” Dan felt the cock in his mouth harden to its full length and he couldn’t take enough in his mouth. He gripped the base and slid down until his dick touched the back of his throat. B.J grabbed his shoulders and pulled out and pushed back deeper into his mouth. Dan’s technique changed and he swirled the head with his tongue and felt him tighten. “Jesus.” B.J said. He gave a long deep gurgle of pleasure. Dan had pulled the dick out of his mouth and licked the long pole and cupped his balls and stroked them. 

He couldn’t resist and he sucked them deep into his mouth and loved the heavy feel of them the way that they tensed and he knew that B.J. was about to cum. He moved back and sucked on the head, stroking the shaft faster and faster and he felt B.J.’s hips moving faster and faster, pushing his cock deeper into Dan’s mouth unable to control his movements. He couldn’t control his body as he came and shot load after sticky load into his mouth. Dan swallowed fast, licking up every spare drop. He sucked him even more even after he was sure that he had no more in him. He cleaned him off and B.J. pulled his member out of his mouth. “No one has ever sucked me like that pretty boy. You got the hottest wet mouth that I ever had my dick in. I’m going to do you a favor.” He bent down and stroked Dan’s hard dick. He sucked in a deep breath as he watched the young man get on his knees between Dan’s outspread legs. His mouth felt incredible relieving some of the pressure on him. B.J. caressed his pole and touched his tongue to the tip, were a drop of pre-cum had developed. His hungry mouth settled over the head and jerked him off. Dan dropped his head back and moaned deeply. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through B.J.’s blond hair. He pushed his hips toward B.J.’s waiting lips and moved faster and faster matching his strokes with B.J.’s hand. Dan watched the blunt head go in and out of B.J.’s firm pink mouth. Then it was all too much. He tried to pull B.J.’s head away but he wouldn’t budge he squeezed his dick lightly and Dan’s hand fell away weakly to his side with a groan. He stammered out “I-I don’t won’t to cum in your mouth,” B.J. just squeezed his heavy balls and Dan released a torrent of cum into his mouth. B.J. sucked down the sweet and salty mixture and begged for more, he sucked Dan deeper and Dan sunk farther back into the couch. His chest heaving, “God,” he whispered later as he stroked his chest. “That was incredible.”

 He reached over and kissed B.J.’s slack lips. Dan grinned “That was fun do you want to do something more?” B.J eagerly agreed and reached over to stroke Dan’s luminous cock. Neither saw Ben as he looked on in abject horror.

To be continued . . .  

Something Unexpected



A few things: First, I was unsure if this should have been categorized as a romance or simply erotic couplings. I feel it is more of a romance once seen as a whole – and I ask your forgiveness if you do not agree with my choice. Second, this is a slightly different story than the others I have written. The love scenes are still hot, in my opinion, but they may not be as frequent as some would prefer. So take that as a warning; because this is a very long story that needs to tell itself at its own pace. Finally, thank you all for the incredible feedback on each and every one of my stories. - VH

***

Sometimes things just hit you entirely unexpected. All it seems to take is the right situation at the right time - and a little something to spark it off – and then all Hell breaks loose. Or maybe I should say Heaven. 

Because that is the best way for me to describe Isabel.

The department meeting we had at the end of August is what kicked things off. Fifteen of us sitting around a long conference table, in a room with glass walls on one side and double doors at the ends. We had this thing once a month, and it was always the least desirable part of the job. It wasn't anything bad. They were just boring as hell.

Nobody had any particular reserved seat – you just sat down as you came in the room and then hoped it would be over so you could get back to work or gossiping or whatever else your position allowed you to do. There were three of us supervisors outside of Isabel – who was the director of the finance department - yet when she spoke she would often start and finish her comments while looking at me. Over the four years I'd worked there, I had gotten used to this; although when I had first started, I thought it rather unnerving. 

Isabel was company to the umpteenth degree. I'd heard she started two weeks out of college and had been there ever since – all twenty-one years so far. Me? That just seemed strange. At twenty-seven I'd been at two companies, not including the jobs during school, before I decided to stay put at the current place – always looking to move up that ladder as soon as opportunity knocked. I am sure that is what Isabel would have done too. But she'd apparently just landed in the place that worked out best for her from the onset, I guess.

Isabel was used to getting her way and I had become rather accustomed to some of my co-workers complaining about her. I would always keep out of stuff like that. It was just work to me. I liked my job to a point, but I didn't live there like others – and certainly not like Isabel. I have to admit, she did have a maddening way about her; when she set herself down a certain path and knew her way was best no matter what you said. But again, that is what being the Boss is all about right?

Maybe it was due to me being the only man in the department – other than Chuck, who already acted like he was retired most of the time - or that I tended to speak to her like she was just one of us as opposed to "management." Whatever the reason, at those department meetings she seemed to always look to me for a sign that at least one person in the room was listening. 

Normally, I would just listen quietly, looking back at her for about ten seconds; but then her staring into my eyes would always get to me and I'd look at anyplace else but her – pretty much like everyone else in the room was doing already. It didn't help that she was definitely a little too pleasing to look at. Short hair and sexy, chic glasses; cutest little nose – for a forty year old; and clothes and shoes to die for. She was also someone that wore little makeup – but then, she didn't to need to. What was more, she didn't seem to give a damn about little things like that either.

All that being said, I must make it clear that I never fantasized about her. There are just some people that you never think about like that because not only is it unfathomable that anything could happen, but it just makes you feel too awkward to live with yourself the next time you see them. None of this had prevented me from kidding around with her when she wore those funky sweaters in winter or those big dangly earrings to her board meetings. She wasn't eccentric, but she was definitely her own person.

So, it was that time when she had finished going over the calendar and asked us all if we had anything to say. Sometimes she would even drag something out of us department heads before moving on to what she was working on, just to fill up the hour.

Silence prevailed and I felt her gaze rest on me for a few moments longer than was comfortable. I continued staring at that mod-deco poster behind her of some mechanized contraption, wondering if it been hung right-side up even.

"Well, then I guess I'll just have to talk about me then," she laughed.

She was looking at me when she said it, so I smiled and winked. A couple of others laughed half-heartedly.

"As you are all aware, we will be merging with Morton & Tennebaum soon – absorbing is more like it." She waited for the little nods and whispers of agreement. "I'm going to need a volunteer to help me out."

You could have heard a pin drop it was so silent in there.

"Oh, come on everyone; it isn't all that bad," she laughed again. "Just a couple late evenings a week tops... and I might be able to get you time and a half."

"Ooh! Count me in!" Jody, one of the girls at the end yelled. Laughs all around.

"Excellent! You might even get to see the inside of the board room! I'll need someone to assist me for the first few weeks until it gets underway – be my right hand 'man.'" Isabel smiled sincerely and looked down at Jody.

"Oh. Count me out!" Jody responded, sinking in her chair. Even more laughs this time.

"It won't be that bad. You just have to sit there and look attentive while handing me one fat report after another to pass around to everyone."

All of us could clearly see that Jody was not buying it though. I was holding back a smile as I turned to see Isabel looking at me again. What? I said with my expression, staring back at her.

"Well, I won't force anyone. Just think it over people. It won't be for another week or so. But for anyone interested, it will be late I'm afraid and there may be some times that we'll be running around like chickens with our heads cut-off, I'm sure."

"Well I can't do it," Kim said. Kim was probably the closest I had to a friend there. She confided in me about everything from her husband to the horrible shoes she'd seen someone wearing on the other floor. She also hated Isabel with a passion. "Evenings are too busy at my place."

"Me too," another said. And then everyone was agreeing. The next few minutes was everyone else giving their reasons why; using kids and spouses and some college course as an excuse. I didn't have any excuse – no more than Kim did, even though she was married.

Isabel was keeping a smile on her face, but I could tell she couldn't wait to get out of there and away from all that bull-shit. I saw her gripping her pen; knuckles turning white – so I spoke up.

"Ah what the hell."

No one had heard me except for Isabel, sitting right across from me. She looked at me and raised both brows, making sure she had heard me right.

"It won't be that bad," she almost whispered. "But I really do need the help. Marketing and Mergers and Q-C will be there. It makes me look bad if I can't get any of the Finance people to show!" She was grinning and leaning forward while pressing her notebook to her chest - a twinkle in her eyes. She really was a good boss to work for, so I couldn't bear to leave her in a lurch.

Both of us turned and looked down the table as we heard the others quieting down now. But Isabel had left me wanting to look at her again; though I controlled myself enough not to actually do it. There had just been something in that look that made my mouth go suddenly dry.

"Well, I have my volunteer here," she said, motioning to me, trying to look conceited. "So I guess we can all get back to work now!"

Isabel didn't answer the myriad of questions everyone was throwing at her, having not heard me volunteer – she just left me to deal with it as we all walked back to our offices.

Kim grabbed me into her office and closed the door.

"Did you actually volunteer?" she said, sitting down behind her desk.

"Well, I could see no one else was going to. Would you have preferred she order you to do it?" I smiled, knowing that would get her going.

Mistake. As I spent the next ten minutes listening to the reasons why that would not have happened under any circumstance; which somehow led Kim onto a request Isabel had made of her; and ultimately why she was the bitch from hell because of everything going wrong in her life.

I shrugged it off, like I always do, and went back to my office. Isabel had left a packet for me marked confidential on my chair. I wish I hadn't opened it. Two pages of things needed in order to be fully prepared for the meeting a week from tomorrow. I sighed, realizing that with everything else I was doing, I would be spending every night late now. 

And they never paid time and a half.

***

I had assumed that the late evenings would be just the two of us – not that I was especially looking forward to it or anything – it was just an assumption. From the first night though a couple of days later, I realized I was a part of something big for the first time in my career. There were about twenty of us from different departments – and a couple of VP's and their assistants that would stop by from time to time and see how things were going.

We worked as a team in one of the conference rooms; each department doing its share to make things move along at a furious pace it seemed. Isabel was right. Most departments had more than two people so she would have looked very bad being by herself. Nor do I think she could have managed. Obviously she would have ordered one of us to help, or gotten someone from outside to do it. But as it was, I had actually done the right thing for a change, so all was well.

Most guys would have had a problem I think, being an aide, and especially and aide to a woman. Isabel and I were the only ones "reversed" so to speak. The rest were men with female assistants. But what did I care? People get too hung up on that crap.

We were a good team. Partly because I respected her and I think she respected me as well. But then, some of the others "assisting" spent more time talking to each other than helping out like me, so that was a big part as well. At one point, about three weeks in, the marketing director made a comment to Isabel about how organized she was. I could hear the underlying sexual tone as he let his eyes wander to her chest – as she was leaning forward. It made me sick.

"That is all thanks to my spectacular team here!" she replied, sitting back and waving her arm back to where I sat, surrounded by file-boxes. He just nodded an acknowledgment my way, but Isabel turned around and looked at me, grinning from ear to ear. I was glad she turned back around just as abruptly because I felt the heat rising to my face almost instantly.

As the month ended, having spent easily twice as many evenings late as well as two weekends, the "board" had what they needed to continue on without us so to speak.

"I'll still be involved though, right up until the end," Isabel said, as we walked out of the building that night. She was wearing a thin knee-length skirt and open-toed slingbacks. A breeze blew her perfume my way and I inhaled the lovely scent.

"Lucky you," I responded sarcastically.

"I know. It isn't the greatest thing, sitting in all those meetings, but it does feel good to see everything come together after all that hard work."

"Well... hopefully I'll be there someday," I said. "I guess."

Isabel laughed. "Oh. You will be."

"And why do you say that?" 

We were to her car now and I placed her box of "homework" in the trunk when she opened it.

"You didn't see anyone else offering to help me out with all this did you?"

I smiled. "Ah, that's just because I like being nice to you girls."

Isabel made a face and I was certain I had just overstepped my professional boundaries. I was mentally preparing to back-track when she shook her head and laughed, opening her car door to get in.

"Somehow ... I can sense that about you." She got inside, showing a bit more thigh than she intended no doubt. Thankfully, she didn't see me looking.

I was halfway to my car when she went racing past me; sending a little "beep beep" my way.

***

A week later the company newsletter came out. You always skim through those things even though most of it isn't worth two bits. To my surprise, right there on the front page was news of the ongoing merger and a special thanks to all involved in the initial stage. Saw my name in print for the first time since playing ball in high school. Not bad, I thought.

But that was rather short-lived. No one pays attention to things like that and Kim didn't even talk to me that day, so I knew she was pissed off by my two seconds of fame.

Over that past week, Isabel started talking to me a lot more than she had before. More often than not, I ended up being handed something else to work on for her, but there was definitely a more personal vibe passing back and forth between us. Just little things like how was your evening, and then an actual discussion about it - instead of just good morning every day and nothing else.

So I was not all that surprised when Isabel popped her head in and asked if I wanted to join her and Carla, the controller, for lunch that day. I rode with Carla and we talked about football all the way over, while Isabel met us at the Italian restaurant about fifteen blocks from our downtown office. 

Lunch was good, but we still talked mostly about things back at the office. It wasn't really gossip, but bringing everyone up to speed on things one or all of us heard about something or another. We had a nice time actually. 

We'd been there about forty minutes when Carla quietly announced to our boss that she had to get to "that doctor's appointment." She asked her if Isabel would mind giving me a ride, otherwise I'd be walking back. Ha ha's all around at my expense, but of course she said yes.

I didn't think anything of the change in plans, as there were at least two tables with groups of people from our company also having lunch at the restaurant. And it certainly didn't seem strange for me to be sitting there with my boss having a one on one after Carla left, especially after they'd all seen her with us up until then.

It was oddly quiet for the next couple of minutes after Carla left, as she had kept us laughing about her kids and dogs and the flakey things her sixty something secretary had been doing lately.

"I just wanted to thank you for all the hard work you put in these past few weeks," Isabel said after a while. 

I was watching her fingers as she fiddled with a cocktail napkin beside her plate and noticed she had on this metallic pearl polish on her nails. Strange how I'd never seen that before.

"Eh, that's OK. It's not like I didn't get anything out of it."


"And just what exactly did you get out of it?" She sat back and took a sip of her wine, holding her glass in front of her as she waited for my response.

I frowned and made an overdramatic point of searching for an answer. I saw her smiling from the corner of my eye.

"Let me see ... I suppose it would have to be the wonderful comradeship of my fellow employees and learning valuable skills to further my career."

She furrowed her brows and swirled her wine around in her glass by moving her hand. "You're full of shit."

I actually laughed out loud. Never had I heard her use a swear word before.

"Tell me what you really got out of it," she said, grinning now.

"Time and a half I hope," I blurted out.

Isabel leaned forward and placed her glass in front of her, looking down into the light colored drink. "Is that all? And here I thought we made a pretty good team ... you and me."

I tried not to notice that she was tracing one long finger around the rim of her wine glass; or that the way she was leaning forward and staring into that same glass allowed me to see the freckles that dotted her chest and just begged me to look even further.

"Oh, I have no doubt about that. As long as you're there to do all the talking, I'll be happy to hide behind you from now on," I joked.

Isabel laughed softly. Then she ran her hand through her hair before taking a sip from her glass again, this time while making eye contact with me the whole time. I suddenly felt like something surreal was going on, and my body reacted immediately: with racing heart and burning ears.

Isabel looked away momentarily and resituated herself in her seat. I was keenly aware that the way she had moved right then might have been her uncrossing and crossing her legs in the other direction. Despite my sudden anxiety, the thought of her bare legs in sexy slip on sandals (it was still September so she was not wearing stockings – and I'm a guy, so of course I noticed) in that business-suit skirt made it necessary for me to resituate myself as well.

"I suppose I've been thinking about that the last few days ... since we started actually," she said, putting her arms on the table and leaning in to make a show of examining the dessert menu sitting in the center.

"About what, precisely?" I had the incredible urge to lean forward like she was and get her to look at me, but I remembered that just three tables over there were people that worked on our floor.

"Mmm. About us. As a team." She looked to the side for a second before picking up her glass again and holding it almost to her lips. "Wondering if that kind of chemistry works outside the office as well."

She quickly took another drink from her glass.

Isabel had said the word chemistry so crisply that I felt my heart skip a beat. She lifted her eyes behind those sexy frames and watched for my reaction. It was one of those moments where your instincts take over I guess. Normally outright sarcastic, cynical, goofy – I said the honest thing instead.

"There's only one way to find out."

Her eyes widened a little in surprise, but it was the sudden color radiating from her cheeks that gave it all away. Now she looked around cautiously to make sure no one had seen while at the same time motioning for the waiter to bring us the check.

Surprised myself now, I just sat there not knowing what to do, gulping my Heineken like a fool. I even felt awkward about her picking up the tab. It had gone from a casual business lunch to something much more casual, just like that.

Both of us made a point of waving to the few people from work that were still eating, as we made our way through the maze of tables and finally got outside. Neither of us said a word as we walked side by side to her car, keeping a very professional distance from each other. I wasn't sure where to look, or what to do to be honest. 

As we drove off, I glanced down and saw her right hand resting on the stick-shift – a flash of a small silver with opal ring on her little finger. I couldn't help but admire her. God, how I love everything about a woman, from head to toe: her fingers, her ears, her knees. So I was having difficulty deciding if I should turn away or just appreciate this particularly lovely woman in every detail. But then I remembered: this was Isabel!

My heart felt like it was about to jump right out of my chest. After a minute, I actually had to force myself to look at her fist while she worked the stick back and forth switching gears. There was something so highly erotic about her doing that simple thing.




Something Unexpected



I glanced at her face and could see her watching me out of the corner of her eye, but she immediately turned as if to look at something to the left-front of the car instead. Looking down again, I could not help but take in the sight of her very long, very tanned legs and how incredibly smooth they appeared from my vantage point.

Aw fuck it, I decided. You only live once.

I reached my left hand over and placed it on hers as she worked the stick-shift. Isabel immediately pushed herself back in her leather seat and let out a deep breath before looking over at me. As we came to a stoplight, she looked as if she were about to kiss me, but at the last moment looked into the rearview mirror and then turned away again.

Our fingers were now entwined on the knob of the stick; and her hand felt stiff and oddly cold from the a/c blowing right on it. It is hard to explain how extremely strange it felt to be touching her hand like that - this woman that I'd worked with and not even fantasized about during my darkest hours.

"I've never done anything like this before," she suddenly blurted out. I looked at her face and saw her cheek turning red again.

"Then why now?" I asked, using my other hand to trace along her arm. I was feeling more confident now, the further we drove away from that restaurant.

She shrugged and looked at me bashfully. "Just seemed like the right time. But it goes without saying that we have to keep this quiet..." she added forcefully, almost as an afterthought.

I smiled, feeling better knowing for certain what we were actually doing. "Why would you think I'd even be interested?" I asked while peering at the side of her face intently.

She refused to look at me for a few moments, but then smiled as she looked out the driver's side window, looking very pleased with herself.

"Oh... I just knew," she said softly.

I contemplated that statement until we'd stopped at the next light, which was only a few moments away actually; and then I pried her fingers away from the stick-shift and brought her hand to my mouth. I turned it so that her palm was up now, and I proceeded to kiss the heel of her hand just above her wrist. I could see her watching me with her lips slightly parted while I raked my teeth across the center of her hand and ended by sucking the tip of one long finger into my mouth. She exhaled so sharply I could feel her warm breath against my head.

A horn behind us made her yank her hand away and speed away from the intersection. Isabel then glanced over at me as if I were the Devil incarnate. I turned in my seat and just watched her now, not hiding the fact that I was taking in her legs and feet working the pedals, and then looking upward to where her silk blouse was tucked into her skirt so neatly. I reached out and traced the fingers of my right hand all along her arm as she continued driving and she shivered all over.

"Jesus, you have to stop that while I'm driving!" she said through clenched teeth, squirming away from me with a delightful grin on her face. She looked at me sternly, but I just smiled, reaching out to touch her knee instead.

Having shifted into the next gear, she quickly reached out and grabbed my thigh, no doubt assuming that was fair play. But I had a surprise waiting for her. I was hard and big, stretched out all along my left pants leg, nearly halfway to my knee. She looked down suddenly and took a sharp breath before giving me a nice hard squeeze to size me up and then turned her head to look out the driver's window with a devilish little smile on her face. She removed her hand to go back to driving and just kept looking over at me for the next few blocks.

By this time we were well past the office and as we pulled into the parking lot of the nearest pricey hotel, I knew this is where it would happen.

"You wait here," she ordered, swinging her legs out of the sedan.

"Embarrassed to be seen with me already?" I asked, feigning an injury to my pride.

Isabel dipped her head back in the car, looking extremely eager. "No. But I don't think I'd be able to control myself with you standing next to me in that state!"

As I watched her make her way to the front of the hotel, I thought to myself: God, she has a set of the most incredible legs I've ever laid eyes on. There had been a few times at work when she had been standing across from my office talking to someone, and those times I'd got quite a show. But I was also very aware that she could have turned around and saw me looking, or someone else would have seen why my head kept maneuvering around the side of my monitor like it did. So this was the first time I had actually gotten to enjoy the view unhindered so to speak. My mind was going numb as I thought of what else I would be seeing in the next few minutes. Lasting hours upon hours if I were lucky.

Fifteen excruciating minutes later, Isabel was letting us into a room with the key card she'd been given. Not knowing what she planned for me to do, what kind of lover she was used to, I simply stood by the wall nearest the bathroom, while she walked over to the table in the corner and dropped her purse onto it. She stood there for a moment, her fingertips pressed flat against the table, as if waiting for something. Was it me? Or was she waiting to gain enough courage to do this, just like I was? 

She spun around suddenly and pushed her hands through her hair on both sides while staring at me from across the room. Her doing that while looking at me made my everythings stir. Isabel then leaned her butt against the edge of the table, reaching down on either side to steady herself. And then she just waited.

I took the hint and tried to walk over to her as cool and collected as possible - with pounding heart and shortness of breath; looking everywhere but into her eyes. She was the same height as me in her heels, maybe even a little taller, but her leaning against the table gave me the advantage, if only by a fraction of an inch.

There was no time to think as I stood in front of her at last, and she made no move to touch me at all. I forced myself to look into her eyes and she stared back at me from behind those sexy glasses. Her breathing was shallow, as was mine: we were both waiting for the unknown.

The first thing I remember doing was taking my hands and putting both of them on top of hers. I gripped her wrists loosely and slowly moved both hands upward, never breaking eye contact, even after I had journeyed all the way to her shoulders. 

By this time, she was breathing heavier now, her head tilted back slightly as she positioned her face in such a way that she were almost offering her lips to me. Believe me, I was using every bit of my sexual experience and know-how I could muster up, just to take my time and make this perfect for her. And I am so glad I did. 

I moved my face as close to hers as I could without actually touching her. The tips of our noses were now at their closest points. Isabel was the one that at last closed her eyes as she felt my fingers pressing against her ribs on both sides, moving up, up, up until she had ten digits lightly caressing all around her breasts through her blouse. I say around, because I refrained from touching the tips, focusing instead on the undersides of each, before tracing around to their tops and ultimately arriving at the nape of her neck after circling her throat from the front.

Isabel tilted her head back and to the side as I brushed my lips across her left cheek, and then down to her exposed throat, not actually kissing, but more like teasing. I let my breath blow softly over her skin there and felt it hard to swallow my throat was so dry. Both of her hands were gripping my forearms now, and I could feel her fingers squeezing and releasing in time. 

Without giving her any warning, I kissed the taut tendon extending on the side of her neck and she inhaled sharply. Her fingers grasped my arms hard. I stayed there for only a few seconds though, inhaling her perfume, before bringing my hands around to frame her face and look into her eyes again. She thought I was about to kiss her, so parted her lips expectantly – but I had one more thing to take care of. 

I reached up and slowly removed her glasses, carefully placing them on the table behind her. Then I backed my face away to enjoy my first glance at her without any glasses at all. She certainly looked different, after seeing her the same way – with various frames over the years. With heart pounding, for the first time I allowed myself to admit how gorgeous she actually was – glasses or not.

I must have said that softly under my breath, because I heard her whisper back, "Not really..."

I smiled and brought my hands to either side of her face again. And taking one last look into eyes that I saw as a light hazel, and not just "brown" for the first time – I kissed her.

She told me later that she had never been kissed like that before. Now, that amazes me because I don't think I do anything different that anyone else. I do know that I take my time though, so maybe that is it. And I know I certainly enjoyed taking my time sampling those soft lips for the very first time. Normally, a first kiss is a bit more ... I don't know - subdued.  Unless drinking is involved, and then it's just hard to remember at all. But both of us had our heads completely screwed on, so that wasn't why it was so incredible this time. 

Within just moments of starting, I felt her mouth open, and not just a little either, but wide. I compensated to make sure my lips stayed atop hers, attempting to maintain control, but I only opened myself up for the most enticing feel of her tongue slithering softly inside my mouth instead. Her arms instantly came up around me from behind and pulled me closer to her, using one hand on the back of my head to hold me in place. Then I was suddenly surrounded by the heat of her entire body it seemed, as one leg hooked firmly behind mine.

We stood there at that table for a few minutes I would guess. So long that my jaw was getting tired, I know that much. Our heads moved in that telltale sensuous bob as our faces pushed against the other's from one direction and then the other, for what seemed an eternity. She attempted to break off the kiss a couple of times, always with me bringing her lips back to mine and starting over again, before I at last relented and allowed us to catch our breath.

I reached back and felt the smoothness of that leg that was hooked behind me and felt my cock harden sharply. We were looking into each other's eyes again, still breathing heavily, when I felt her hands pulling my shirt out of my slacks. She lowered her leg and looked down as she proceeded to unbuckle my belt and then much to my dismay, went to work on unbuttoning my shirt instead of reaching inside my pants.

I did the same to her. Starting with the top button and moving down awkwardly, not used to undressing a woman like this. She would lean in and give me a hard kiss that would last a few moments and then go back to my buttons or reposition her arms so that I could do the same for her.

I felt her hands sliding all over my chest and stomach suddenly, so I shrugged my shirt off and the two of us fought to undo her last two buttons. She stood up straight, leaning hard against me since I was so close to her, and yanked her blouse out while I helped. As it fell seductively off her shoulders and onto the table behind her, I glanced down to see her breasts encased in an embroidered lace bra that did little to hide their rosy tips.

I heard myself literally groan at the sight and backed off enough to take in the lightly tan skin of her exposed stomach and torso as well. It was a stark contrast to the soft creamy-white skin peeking out from her bra. I looked back up, no doubt with hunger in my eyes and was surprised – although I don't know why - to see her staring back with the same expression. 

From that point on, it took little effort for us both to remove the remainder of our clothes ourselves, which we did in much haste and little regard for their well-being as they fell to the floor in various arrangements. I tried not to look at her for as long as possible, wanting to be completely surprised when at last I saw her completely bare. I was enraptured by the sight of this woman: older, sexier even, than anyone I had ever been with.

She was on the bed now, covers on her side turned down. Stretching her body out and rolling onto her side, she watched me watching her. I just shook my head in disbelief. I allowed my eyes to roam unashamedly along her body from head to toe, noticing that her one leg lifted ever so slightly as my eyes reached that most secret spot upon her person. 

When my eyes finally returned to hers, I saw that she was not in fact looking back at me. Well, precisely, her gaze was directed right between my legs as she traced her fingernails around one of her nipples. I looked down, having completely forgotten that I was standing nude in front of my boss – the Finance Director of an almost Fortune 500 company - until that very moment. I was extremely hard and bigger than I'd ever seen myself – having never paid that much attention while in the presence of a woman like this. I felt myself blushing and instantly felt less of a man for doing so.

She smiled at me devilishly as she rolled onto her back and stretched her arms on the pillow behind her head. Two steps were all it took and then I was kneeling between her legs, leaning over her on outstretched arms. Her hands framed my face once more as her legs came up and encircled my waist, pulling me down on top of her. My cock was pressing painfully into her soft flesh, but nowhere near hitting the right spot.

Isabel was devouring my lips now, holding me tight against her with her thighs and calves, while keeping my face and mouth just where she wanted it. I heard myself groan, and she let out a satisfied moan of her own as I gathered her in my arms completely and forced my entire weight down onto her. Our kissing resumed where we had left off at the table: chewing, sucking, and biting each other's lips to the point that we would both be chapped the next day at work.

I would like to say I remember the exact moment that it happened, but I truly don't. I just know that quickly, and I mean very quickly, I lifted up and without breaking the passion of our kissing; she relaxed her legs and spread herself open for me to get inside. She had made little noise up until that moment, and neither had I, but both of us groaned in pleasure as my cock slid inside her easily. I was acutely aware of her fingernails digging into my shoulders as I held her body still beneath me and worked more of myself into her an inch or so at a time.

This was a long drawn out process that took me much longer to accomplish than with anyone else I'd been with in the past. She was very ... snug. There was no other more pleasant word for it. I don't like to consider myself large, because I have seen men who were bigger. But I also know I am quite a bit larger than average – which was obviously the size she'd been used to before me. Plus, it was still our first time, and because of that her body seemed to refuse to open up after a certain point.

"My god!" she gasped, breaking off our kiss and pressing her forehead against mine with clenched eyes.

I responded only by sliding my hands to the back of her head and cradling her while withdrawing and then sliding in as deep as I could.

Her head shot back hard against my hands and she cried out, lifting her legs and placing them tight against my sides again. I just held her like that in my arms for the next few tortuous minutes, our bodies seesawing back and forth against each other. I found her ear so very close to my lips and took advantage of her face turned away from me like it was by dipping my tongue inside and then biting on her lobe.

She went wild beneath me, struggling to move her face back around and do the same to me, or kiss me, or anything. I sucked on her ear a few moments more before covering her mouth with mine again. And so the kissing continued once more.

She was whimpering now, struggling to take more of me inside her or to speed up the thrusts that I was carefully holding back so as not to come to soon. She was becoming too much for me, and I needed to back off before it was too late already – so much had she excited me ever since the restaurant. 

I slowed myself to a crawl and then a complete stop before holding myself above her on outstretched arms. This different position made it feel like I would last at least as long as we'd been going so far; and I was thankful. 

Isabel looked up at me with dazed eyes, her mouth open, her lips plumped up from all the kissing. 

"So incredible," I moaned. "So gorgeous..."

She shook her head in denial but smiled weakly nonetheless. 

"Oh, yes," I responded. "Never seen anything ... so amazing."

In response, she tilted her pelvis in the air as I thrust back into her, causing me to go deeper than either of us had expected. She cried out and looked at me with almost frightened eyes. I thought I had hurt her and halted quickly, but she just grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me into her again.

Her eyes suddenly closed tight and she arched her back as she held onto my hips. All I can say is: what a sight. I felt her coming, felt how wet she became, could even feel her thighs tense at my side as she held on. I couldn't take my eyes off the beautiful sight before me, and I tried to make it last as long as I could by thrusting with the same speed and motion as when it had started for her. 

She finally turned her head sideways against the pillow and screwed her face up as her body relaxed beneath me. I gently laid myself on top of her and held her tight in my arms, gripping her shoulders from behind. She was still trembling beneath me, and I was still just as hard inside her, but for the moment, we seemed to have come to an easy truce.

I proceeded to kiss her face all over: her cheeks, her brows, her closed lids, the corner of her mouth (which simply intoxicated me for some odd reason). Isabel looked up at me finally and gave me a satisfied grin. She then sighed contentedly and let her head fall back as I started to kiss her chin and neck. 

It was little time before I reached her small breasts. I am not a breast man, but hers were beautiful to even me. Small, pert little things that were shaped more like cones than globes; and as creamy-white as anything I'd ever seen. Her nipples were not "little erasers" as another girl had referred to hers, but were instead almost just the slightest extension of the rosy, bumpy areola that surrounded the tips of her breasts. 

I was hungry for them instantly.

Satiated for the moment, she allowed me the time to kiss each one in turn before settling down to tease her mercilessly for the next few minutes. How was I supposed to know that she was one of those women with extremely sensitive breasts? They were beautiful, as I'd said, but smaller than most I'd experienced - so stupid me, I assumed there was nothing to them really.

I felt her hands press hard against the back of my head, holding me at a certain spot when she felt me bite down gently. I did it again, hoping that this was what she wanted and she nearly came up off of the bed beneath me.

"I swear! You're going to make me come ... again... if you keep that up!" she cried.

I looked up at her without allowing her nipple to slip from between my teeth and saw her staring back at me, pleading. So I redoubled my attentions to her soft flesh.

She shoved her breast into my mouth by arching into me, and once again I felt her heat surrounding my cock, still lodged deep inside her. Her head tossed slowly from side to side, and I watched in awe as she moaned and shivered beneath me; her flesh contracting around me. I must say, it made me feel like I was king of the world at that moment.




Something Unexpected



I allowed her to calm down, simply moving my hips against hers gently and kissing the freckles that covered her chest. She appeared to be exhausted as she laid there with closed eyes, one arm draped over her face to hide them. But I was not finished yet. I didn't intend to be selfish, but I still wanted more. And I am sure she was still very aware of my need as well, as hard I still was.

So I don't understand why she was so surprised when she felt me withdraw my cock from between her legs, and quickly replace it with my mouth. The look on her face was almost comical as she saw my eyes peering up at her from below her soft, fluffy mound while my lips kissed her gently.

"Ah, Jeeeezze!" she groaned.

She grabbed the pillow from behind her head and threw it off the bed altogether, letting her head flop back against the sheets. And then she simply planted her feet on the bed and spread her legs wide for me, gripping the sheets with both hands and waiting. 

I have always loved the taste of a woman, especially after she has come. So at that moment, I was in heaven. I tried to be good and not dive right in, to kiss and lick at her inner thighs for a few moments at least, but she smelled so incredible that I just couldn't resist. I had to get my tongue inside her for fear it would all dry up before I got a chance to find the source.

The soreness in my jaw from all that kissing was instantly forgotten as my tongue started doing cartwheels between her legs. She started playing with her nipples, tugging on them gently, almost in time to the thrusting of my tongue. Placing my hands on her thighs, I lifted her legs in the air to give myself better access and covered her sensitive lips with my mouth.

Throughout this entire process, I was unable to close my eyes, so enthralled by the expressions on her face, or the movements of her body. My only invading thought at that moment was why we had not started this all four years sooner.

Determined to make her come again, I moved my mouth up to her clit, which was very exposed and swollen by this time. I loved the feel of that small nubbin pressing into my tongue as I swirled all around, up and down, and side to side of it. I watched as she grabbed onto the headboard and lifted her head to watch me with parted lips and flaring nostrils. Her breathing was frantic and labored by that time, but still I did not cease from my attacks on her warm flesh.

She came again, just like that, staring down at me as I stared right back. I tasted it this time, didn't just have it sliding around my cock, but instead, allowed it to coat my lips as I kissed and sucked her repeatedly.

I think she was still actually coming as I quickly moved between her legs again and slid myself deep inside her once more. She looked up at me with surprise, her skin broken out in a sheen of sweat as I reacquainted her with the hardness of my desire. I gathered her in my arms as I pressed the length of my body full against her and ground my hips against hers. Her pelvis met mine as she clenched her teeth and wrapped her arms and legs around my own body in turn.

She didn't say a word, and neither did I. We just watched each other, noses touching, chins bumping, lips caressing. I loved the way her chin would lower and her bottom lip would suddenly quiver whenever we ground into each other particularly hard. This went on for much longer than I would have expected in my condition. But I was glad it did. I saw her eyes start to roll up into her head ... and that was all it took. 

I came. I was not surprised at the force at which I came, spilling myself inside her almost convulsively, but I was surprised when I heard her cry out yet again and tense against me with her own climax.

It seemed to take minutes for me to calm down from my aftershocks as my cock continued to lurch and spasm inside her. Each time it did, she would grip and squeeze me with her flesh in response.

I didn't want to move off her, enjoying too much the sensation of her soft, feminine form beneath mine. But it was suddenly stifling in that room and both of us could feel our hearts pounding furiously. I rolled off of her and stretched out on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Never had I remembered sex so amazing as that.

And then, despite what I knew to be true, I suddenly was worried that she had not enjoyed it as much as I, and looked over to her beside me. I needn't have worried though, for when she saw me looking over, she rolled onto her side and draped one leg and one arm over my body and started kissing me again.

When she sensed that I could hardly catch my breath, she stopped and laid her head on my chest as she held me tight.

"Was it ... good for you?" she asked quietly.

"You're kidding me right? You're the most incredible woman I've ever..." I blurted out.

She squeezed me tighter, cutting me short, and I could feel her smiling. "Good," she said softly. 



CHAPTER TWO



We lay there, holding each other without saying a word for a few more minutes I guess. A glance at the clock said it was a quarter till three, and soon we would be missed at work. Despite that risk, I didn't want it to end just yet. I wanted to lay there for as long as possible, just enjoying the aftermath of our incredible time together, but unfortunately, all that tea I'd had, combined with my intense climax, was making it impossible not to get up and relieve myself.

I kissed her on the forehead as I slipped out of bed, and pulled the sheets up over her so she wouldn't get cold now that our bodies were calmed down. In the bathroom I realized I had been staring back at myself for I don't know how long, still rather shocked by the day's events and wondering what tomorrow would bring. 

She is unbelievable, I whispered aloud.

I was suddenly aware of how dry my mouth felt after all that kissing, so as I exited the bathroom, I headed for my slacks instead of climbing back into bed with her. I was not facing her, but heard her move in the bed behind me as I pulled my slacks on and reached for my shirt.

Isabel lay back down for a moment, but then gathered the sheets around her body and got off the bed, moving for her own clothes without looking at me.

"Do we have to go so soon?" I asked, halting my fingers from fastening my next button.

She just stood there looking down, the sheet held tight around her breasts and her panties bunched in one hand. "I thought you were ready to leave..."

Angry at myself for being so stupid, I stepped over to her and circled my arms around her body. 

"I'm sorry. I was just going to get us some ice and sodas. We'd stay here all night if it were my choice."

She smiled at that and looked at me full on again. I kissed her lips softly and then winked, leaving her standing there wanting more as I grabbed the bucket and headed down the hall barefoot.

When I came back, she had the bed all put together and the air conditioner on full blast. The sheets were up around her shoulders, but as she sat up to watch me and propped a pillow behind her, the sheet fell and she made no effort to cover her exposed breasts from my view.

I felt my heart skip a beat and so turned around to prepare our drinks.

"Coke or water?" I asked.

"Diet?"

"Of course."

"Then Coke."

I poured two sodas into those cheap little plastic cups the hotel provides and went over to sit on her edge of the bed. The way I was sitting, her legs were stretched out beside me, the sheet doing very little to hide their shapeliness. I felt myself stirring instantly. She downed her coke and held out her cup for another; winking at me and touching my knee with her fingers. Instead of pouring her a refill, I simply handed her my cup instead and she placed her other one on the nightstand beside us.

She had this huge grin, like the cat that caught the canary, when she felt my hand grip her thigh through the sheets. I stood up with a smile of my own, quickly taking my shirt off before settling back on the bed. Only this time, I moved further down and slid the sheet off of her feet and then placed them in my lap. 

I had one of my legs tucked underneath me, and my other hanging down beside the bed keeping me firmly in place. This allowed my crotch to be quite open; a fact she quickly saw for herself as she pushed both of her feet right in there for warmth.

Her feet were not small, but they were perfectly shaped; amazingly feminine. Each of her little toes were painted in that same pearl polish as her fingers. Over the next few minutes I proceeded to massage her left foot, pushing my fingers hard into her arch and the ball of her foot, and then ultimately spending far too much time with each of her toes. She was using her other foot to play between my legs, rolling my balls with her toes, and no doubt enjoying the hardness she had created again so easily.

"You have my permission to come into my office and do that any time you'd like!" she laughed, snuggling back into the pillow behind her. 

The thought of doing just that made me painfully hard and I groaned before smiling and looking down again.

"Oh my!" she said. "You would like that, wouldn't you?" She sounded almost surprised. Delighted, but surprised.

I just smiled bigger, feeling my face turn red. I switched to her other foot, refusing to respond. 

"Just how long have you been thinking about getting me into bed like this, anyway?" she asked, looking smug and enjoying my undivided attentions to her foot.

"And who says I ever thought about that before today?"

Isabel raised her eyebrow – the same look she gave me at the office when not quite believing that something couldn't be done her way.

"Because I've never had a man look at me the way you are right now, that's why."

She didn't wait for me to respond. This time, instead of playing between my legs, she started moving her free foot all along my knee, my thigh, even along my arm. With all the self control I could muster, I waited for her to place that foot onto my shoulder before I let go of the other one and grabbed it with both hands. She actually giggled when I started sucking on her toes, using my lower teeth along the underside of the tiny digits as I pretended to nibble them right off. 

It wasn't long before I was kissing the sole of her foot, chewing lightly on her arch. She squirmed and pulled away, but I just grabbed her other foot and repeated the process there instead. In the process of kicking and squirming, she had unraveled the sheet completely, and now lay before me completely nude.

God, how I wanted her again.

I stood up and dropped my slacks, taking in the shape of her body – not so thin like a lot of women my age – but womanly, with skin still soft and tight and begging to be touched. I could tell by the way she was sinking down into the mattress and stretching out that she expected me to climb on top of her as before. But I wanted her differently this time: this woman that had essentially seduced me – her subordinate and nearly fifteen years her junior. It excited me to know that deep down she had desired a man my age, while also being so in control and careful at the office.

I reached down and grabbed her hips, swinging her around on the bed so that she was lying sideways instead of horizontal. She squealed and propped herself up on her arms looking up at me with wide-eyes and a huge playful smile. She didn't resist when I pulled her closer to the edge of the bed so that her ass was almost hanging off completely, so I propped both legs onto my shoulders. Nor did she do anything except watch intently as I took the head of my shaft and firmly ran it up and down the length of her lips.

She moistened almost immediately, and the faster I did it, the more intense her stare became. At last she tossed her head back with a gasp and lay flat on the bed with her arms stretched out beside her.

I was able to slide in much deeper this time, causing her to cry out as she placed the tips of her finely manicured nails against my abdomen to control my pace. Holding onto her hips, I withdrew almost all the way before thrusting back toward her firmly. Another few motions like that and we were in a groove.

I thought what I had seen before was beautiful, but this put even all those images to shame. She was keeping her fingertips at my stomach, measuring each of my thrusts. Her eyes were closed, rather than watching me like before. I loved how her small breasts shook gently back and forth as I pumped into her. And looking down at the sight of her smooth, tan legs on my shoulders was enough to make my blood boil.

Her feet were right there next to my face, almost touching my cheeks, so I turned my head and kissed the one, tasting its salty sweetness. Running my hands along her legs now, I pulled her toward me harder, making sure she was experiencing the full length of my entire cock. I can't tell you how much I relished the feel of her legs within my grasp like that; while working my shaft inside of her slowly but deliberately.

I was nowhere near coming; but women – or at least she – was not like that. As I placed my thumb on the small pinkish button between her legs, her eyes flew open and she lifted her head to look at me pleadingly. Her hand pressed against mine as I rubbed her furiously and she pushed her lower body against me so hard it became difficult to keep standing. I knew she was there when she threw her body back and lifted her ass clear off the bed, gripping the covers with both fists and inhaling sharply.

I found myself almost smiling as I watched her, enraptured by the sight of her coming all over me again. The tiniest little cries erupted from her mouth as she finally grasped at my forearms with both hands.

I decided to taste her again, just as before, so I slowly pulled out and kneeled beside the bed. But she sat up on one arm and caressed my face with her other hand; her legs still draped over my shoulders sensuously.

"Please don't... I can't take any more." She smiled weakly and then lay back down to watch me with droopy eyes.

Not feeling all that deprived really, I kissed her inner thigh and climbed back onto the bed beside her. She instantly rolled me toward her so that I lay half on her and half on the tousled covers beneath. 

And then she captured my lips with hers. This kiss did not hold the same heated urgency as before, but was nonetheless just as mouthwatering to me. But then she also had one long shapely leg sliding gently over mine, allowing her foot to rest just behind my knee before starting the motion all over again.

I was extremely hard still, having not come again, yet I felt oddly satisfied anyway. Just having her in my arms and holding my face above hers as her mouth had its way with mine was beginning to be enough for me.

A noise in the hall made both of us pause our kissing, and we instead just stared into each other's eyes. I must reiterate how strange it was to actually be looking at her that close to me, much less in such a sexual capacity. Over four years and not once had I been closer than a handshake; four years and not once had I allowed myself to look into her eyes for more than ten seconds as we discussed something – almost always of a professional nature. I realize now that even then she had captivated me and if I were to have stared at her a moment longer then trouble would have ensued.

Yet through all that avoidance, I still felt like I knew her better than most of the women I'd been with in the past – at least in the initial stages. Isabel and I had not been friends per se, but certainly the professional nature of our relationship was one of mutual trust and even liking of the other.

She looked around me at the clock and flopped her head back onto the bed. "Shit."

"What?"

"It's after four already. And all I want to do is go to sleep now." She smiled and ran her hand down my back one last time before starting to move from under me.

I rolled off and watched her climb out of the bed. She looked down and got the cutest "poor baby" expression on her face. 

"Are you going to be OK like that?" She reached out and caressed me gently with her fingernails. Then she laughed when my cock jerked particularly hard.

"Happens all the time. Plus, I feel like I came again, just from watching you." And I truly meant that too.

Her cheeks started to flush and she looked completely embarrassed as she turned away and stood up to gather her clothes.

"I can't believe I came like that. I have never..."

"Saying things like that will just make my head bigger," I said.

She instinctively shot a glance at my crotch and I laughed. 

"Not that head. My real head."

Again that adorably embarrassed look. I never knew that a forty something woman could be "cute" until I saw her acting like that in that hotel room that day.

"Oh good grief," she said in disgust. I frowned in amusement and saw that she was looking at herself in the mirror for the first time that afternoon. She turned to look at me with a forlorn expression. "Well, I certainly look like I've been royally fucked all afternoon."

I just laughed, very amused at hearing her talk that way. "You do kind of. But it looks so good on you."

Her eyes widened and she smacked my leg playfully.

"Not funny! Not funny at all!"

I jumped up and wrapped my arms around her briefly, giving her a big playful kiss at the corner of her mouth, while squeezing her ass with both hands. Her face lit up once more and we reluctantly broke away to get dressed and head back to work.

It took her a bit of time to get her hair and makeup back together. So we were not back at the office until nearly five, having had to check out first.

"That desk clerk made me feel so raunchy," she confessed to me on the drive back. 

"I'm sorry. Next time, let me do all that, please."

She smiled and reached her hand over to my crotch and gave me a hard squeeze. "That mean you're willing to give me a repeat performance?"

"Am I actually supposed to answer that question?" I brought her fingers to my lips and quickly kissed them before she pulled away to work the stick again.

She just smiled. I couldn't take my eyes off of her suddenly. I didn't want the day to end. Her glasses and hair looked so sexy. Her lips, devoid of the faint lipstick she'd had on earlier, had a naturally reddish hue to them from all the kissing. I wondered if anyone would notice that. Deep down, I kind of liked the idea of people thinking she'd been getting an Afternoon Delight. Just not with me!

"You're staring again," she said as we approached our street.

I swallowed hard and faced forward again. "Sorry."

She touched my knee and I glanced over to see her grinning.

Thankfully, there was no one in the garage to see us pull in or get out together. We said quick goodbyes, sharing furtive looks one last time but knowing we could do nothing more. I stayed outside for a few minutes and then walked in the building through the loading docks, taking the service elevator upstairs.

She was already in her office with one of the Ladies talking about something they needed last minute help with, since Carla was not there. No one saw me sneak by to my office and settle in like I'd never been gone. Not even any phone messages or emails were waiting for me. Apparently, we could not have picked a better day.

My breathing slowly returned to normal as I tried to sort through the day's events. And then I waited for I don't know how long, after she flew by my office with her things about two hours later. I was the last to leave and not one person had questioned why my shift had gone over by three hours.



CHAPTER THREE



The next day was Wednesday and aside from what had happened between me and Isabel, it would have been another perfectly normal, tedious day at work. But it had happened and now I looked forward to the day with an entirely new outlook.




Something Unexpected



"One, two, three - drink!"

Sarah coughed as she drank the shot of sambuca in front of her, slamming the glass back onto the table at the same time as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hands. Some of the drink ran off her chin and down the top of her shirt.

"Don't waste it!" laughed Mark, putting his own empty glass down with a bang.

"I'll get it!" said Jake, leaning forward as if to pull Sarah's shirt off.

"Feel free." she said.

"Whatever, mate!" laughed Jake, "Pete's not here."

"Wouldn't matter if he was." said Sarah, suddenly not smiling so much.

Mark and Jake looked at each other. Pete was their friend, and had been Sarah's boyfriend for the past few months.

"Y'what?" said Mark, filling up the glasses again. Sarah grabbed her glass and swallowed it down straight away, then looked Mark straight in the eye.

"I never come with Pete. He's just... Well, I never do."

She looked down at the table, took Jake's full glass and drank that, spluttering slightly and dropping the now half-empty glass onto the sofa next to her.

"Steady, Sarah," said Jake. "You may have been left in charge of the pub but there's no need waste the stuff."

"Why can't you and Pete, you know..." started Mark, sipping at his own shot.

"Oh, he can." said Sarah. "Trust me on that one."

"But you?" asked Jake, bending down to pick up the fallen shot glass.

"Never. Well, hardly ever."

"What about if you, well, if you do it yourself?"

Sarah shook her head.

"I'm not really big on masturbation. I do do it, and I can come with a vibrator, but not very often with another guy."

Mark and Jake looked at each other as Sarah continued.

"I just never seem to get long enough - by the time I'm into it, it's all over. Maybe I need more than one guy."

Jake grinned at Mark, then at Sarah.

"Mate," he said to her, "We are not leaving this bar until your coming for Britain. Mark - go and lock the door."

Clapping his hands together, Mark got up and went to the front door of the pub, as Jake help Sarah slide forward on the sofa, then put his hands on her knees and opened her legs.

"We're not telling Pete, right?" he asked her.

"No!" said Sarah, impatient and exited at the thought of what was to come. "Do it, do it."

Hooking her panties over his thumb, Jake purposefully started to lick at her clit, pinning her down with his spare arm across her belly as she started to buck and squirm in front of him. She slid down the sofa, pulling her top off as she did so.

"Do you need a condom, Jay?" Mark asked as he walked toward the Gents.

"Uh-uh" replied Jake, moving his tongue downward into Sarah's wet fanny.

Sarah grabbed Mark's wrist as he walked past, and slid his hand under her bra. Mark cupped her little breast and gently squeezed her hard nipple between his third and forth finger.

"Give me your cock," said Sarah, shivering under the feel of Jake's tongue. "Put it in my mouth." She reached out and rubbed at the front of Mark's jeans.

"Wait," he said, taking his hand out of her bra. "I need to go and get a Johnny."

Checking his back pocket for change, Mark ran toward the gents.

"Jesus Jay, that feels great." gasped Sarah as Jay moved his tongue back up to her clit. "Christ, I'm going to be soaked."

She arched her back and unclipped her bra, sliding it off one shoulder before losing control in an a shudder as a wave of pleasure rode through her.

"Come on and fuck me now." she moaned, wriggling herself forward further on the sofa.

Jake looked up and wiped his mouth quickly with the back of his hand.

"Who's going first?" Jake asked the returning Mark with a grin, as he took his wallet out of his pocket. "D'ya want to paper/scissors/rock for it?"

"Nah," said Mark. "I've seen your cock - if I go first you won't be able to touch the edges."

"Yeah right," laughed Jake, tearing a condom packet open with his teeth as he undid his belt..

"Are you ready?" Sarah asked him, then laughed as Jake's hard cock sprang out of jeans.

"Looks that way," grinned Jake as his rolled the condom down his shaft. He put his hands on her hips, and placed the tip of his cock against the entrance to her wet pussy.

"Go on, go on." Sarah breathed, rubbing herself up against Jake bulging head. "Put it in, go on."

Jake gently pushed himself forward, making Sarah shut her eyes and twist her head to the side.

"That's good, oh, that's good, push it all the way in." Sarah insisted. Jake slowly obliged, sliding his cock deep into her eager fanny.

"Wait, hold it there a moment," said Sarah, letting out a long breath. "Okay. That's really nice."

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Now fuck me - fuck me hard."

Lifting her arse up from the sofa, Jake fucked Sarah with quick thrusts, their hips banging together rhythmically.

"Wait, wait" said Sarah. "I'm pretty bendy, look."

With that, she lifted her slim legs up and placed them over Jake's shoulders.

"That's what I'm talking about." said Jake, leaning back and sliding his whole length into her.

Mark sat on the arm of the sofa and gently rubbed Sarah's breasts, then held his hands just above them so the nipples brushed his palms as her little breasts wobbled up and down.

"Give me your cock." Sarah told him, pushing her tongue out a little bit as she did so.

"Wait, you impatient bugger!" laughed Mark, putting his big hands on her breasts and squeezing them hard. "Maybe this is why you never come - you're always in such a hurry!"

She pulled a face at him, then relaxed into Jake's rhythm, moving with him and squeezing her thighs together to increase the pressure on his cock.

"Hell yes," Jake moaned, "That is a nice little pussy. That is an excellent little pussy."

It was such an excellent little pussy that Jake could feel himself getting close to the edge. Her tight, slippery hole seemed to be sucking at his cock, and suddenly he found himself really wanting to come.

"You want a go, mate?" he asked Mark with a grin.

"Hell, yes!" said Mark, standing up from the arm of the sofa and undoing his jeans.

"Christ!" said Sarah as Mark stepped out of his trousers. "That's quite a cock you've got there."

She reached out to feel it, and it was quite the cock, long and fat and hard as granite. She rubbed it up and down a few times, then sat up.

"Do me doggy." she said, sliding onto the floor and kneeling in front of him. "I want to feel it all."

Mark turned her round a little so he could fit behind her, then slowly squeezed his big cock into her little fanny. He was always careful not to hurt anyone he had sex with, but Jake had excited Sarah so much that she pushed herself right back onto his bulging cock, gasping with delight as she did so.

"Jesus, that's good," she moaned, "Fuck me, please, get it right in me."

Holding her hips in his hands, Mark began to fuck Sarah with long, deep strokes, burying his big cock right into her.

"It is an excellent little pussy," he said, "and you've got a fantastic little arse to go with it."

Grinning, Sarah wiggled her backside just as Mark's cock was right inside her, making him groan.

"Come round in front of me, Jake," she moaned between thrusts. "Let me feel like I've done something to help tonight."

Jake knelt down in front of her and she pulled his condom off, dropping it on the floor. She circled her hand around his leg and pulled him forward, wrapping her eager lips around the head of his shaft.

Letting the motion of Mark banging himself into her do the work, she sucked and licked and Jake's cock, slowly, slowly getting it further and further into her mouth.

Soon, Mark's was gliding in and out of Sarah's pussy with ease, and she made deep moans as she gobbled at Jake's twitching member.

Suddenly she pulled her head back and said "God, I'm close guys, so close. Get my tits and squeeze them hard, Jake."

Jake reached under her and grabbed her shuddering little breasts, making her squeal with pleasure.

"That's it, oh fuck, like that. Just a little longer."

She reached up with one hand and started to wank Jake's cock furiously.

Mark was well aware that he didn't have much longer to go - Sarah's tight little fanny gripping at his cock felt so good he was already having to hold himself back. Determined to make her come, he reached underneath her belly and gently started to rub her clitoris with his finger.

"Tell us what you like, mate." he said, amazed at how wet she was.

"Just that, that's great, just a little longer!" she gasped, loving the feel of Jakes's hands and Mark's long, fat cock.

Mark was about to tell her that he didn't have much longer, but the feel of Sarah's hard nipples, the sight of a big cock squeezing itself into her little body and the eager wanking of his cock suddenly became to much for Jake, and before he knew it he was orgasming so hard that big, hot streaks of his come were splashing off Sarah's face and onto the floor before he could even warn her.

Leaning back and crying out, he shot another load of come right into Sarah's gasping mouth.

"You fucker!" cried Sarah, come sliding down her chin. "You came right in my face, you..."

Suddenly, the feeling of Jake's seamen in her mouth and on her face stopped feeling wrong and started feeling so, so right. Within a second she found screaming out loud; she was so full of that big cock and she felt so, so dirty...

"Oh my God, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Sarah cried, frantically ramming her pulsating cunt hard onto Mark's cock. She licked some of the come from her lips and then jammed her mouth right over Jake's dripping shaft, coming so hard and bucking so much that Mark fell out of her and a dribble of her juices ran down her leg.

She collapsed onto the floor, gasping and shuddering as her orgasm wound down.

When she opened her eyes again, Jake was holding a bar-towel out for her.

She grinned at him as she took it, and wiped her face and neck.

"Did you come, Mark?" she asked him as she sat up.

"Not quite." he replied, "I was going to but then some crazy little woman bucked me off!"

"I'm sorry," she said, breathless. "Fuck, that was nice - that was so, so nice. Come here and get that blow job I promised."

Mark took his condom off and stood up. Sarah knelt between his legs and put as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, working what was left with her right hand, and rubbing his balls with the other.

"This won't take long," said Mark, arching his back and running his hands through her hair. "Oh God yes, here it comes."

Sarah took his cock out of her mouth, her eyes shining up at him.

"Come on me," said begged him, eyes wide with excitement, "God, please come on me!"

Grasping his cock in his hand, Mark came everywhere - hot runny come squirted all over her breasts and belly, and long hard jets flew up into her face and hair.

Finally, exhausted, Mark collapsed onto the sofa. 

Sarah ran her fingertips through the puddles of come by her nipples and giggled.

"I always thought that coming in a girl's face was disgusting," she laughed. "But fuck did it feel nice."

"You're not wrong," said Jake, handing her the towel again.

The next night, Sarah had Pete lean over her and come all over her tits while he buried a finger in her fanny. Sarah came loudly, and later came again with just the memories as Pete gently made love to her.



Something Unexpected



Gina was about to read through the final draft of her paper when she realized she'd picked up someone else's print job.

This is a true story. I accidentally walked into the girls locker room at the gym. It was mostly empty except for two hot blondes. They were totally naked and standing at their lockers and they both had shave pussies. Plus amazing asses and huge tits that didn't sag at all.

I thought they would be mad at me instead one of them said Look whose here! then she said, What's the matter, never seen a naked girl before?

I instantly got a hard-on and my 9-inch cock was stick straight out. The other one said nice cock want to take a shower with us?

I followed them into the shower and we started going at it. The blonde went down on my fat cock and started sucking it and I said take it bitch. Then the other one a brunette was playing with her pussy and she said I want you to fuck my pussy so I said my pleasure and she bent over and I fucked her cunt from behind while the blonde was playing with my balls.

Gina stormed down the hall to Mark's room.

"What's this?"

Mark looked up from his homework at Gina standing in his doorway, holding up a sheaf of paper.

"Huh?"

"You're the only one else who uses the printer, so I know it's yours."

"What are you talking about?"

Gina began to read:

"'This is a true story. I accidentally walked into the girls' locker room--'"

Mark bolted from his chair and snatched the paper from her hand.

"Did you write that?" said Gina.

"No, I didn't write it!" Mark spat. He sat down at his desk and stuffed the papers into a drawer.

"That's the worst piece of erotic writing I've ever seen! Where did you find it, shavedpussy.com or something?" she said, ending the sentence in a hoarse whisper.

"I'm trying to study," he said.

"I mean, how implausible can you get? Plus, there's no tension whatsoever," she continued. "Do you really find that erotic?"

Mark shot her an angry glance. "Well excuse me if I'm not a connoisseur of smut, Miss English Lit Major! Now if you don't mind, I'm trying to study."

He got up from his chair and edged Gina out of the room, closing the door behind her.





Something Unexpected



"Are you sure you want to do this now?" said Mark.

"What do you mean?" she asked tersely.

Gina put down her hair brush and sat down on her futon next to her notebook computer, which she placed in her lap.

"So, where did we leave off?" she said.

"I don't know, Gina."

"Here we are," she interrupted him and began to read.

"'You can imagine my surprise when I stepped into the shower room to see a beautiful girl soaping herself up.'"

"C'mon, Gina. It's stupid!"

"I don't know, I'm sort of starting to like it. It's the direct approach. That's what guys like."

Mark shot her a puzzled look.

"What are you talking about?"

Gina ignored him and started typing.

"''You can imagine my surprise when I stepped into the shower room to see a beautiful girl soaping herself up.'"

Mark felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment and anger.

Gina began to ad-lib a continuation.

"'My nine-inch cock got hard right away. I threw my towel on the ground and approached the girl. Nice cock she said, mind if I taste?'"

"Hey, don't take your frustration out on me!" He bolted up from the bed and stormed across the room to her door.

Gina was sitting up now, covering her mouth as if she suddenly realized she had gone too far.

"Write your own stupid fantasy!" he shouted from her doorway, feeling his throat tighten.

When he returned to his room, he sat on the floor next to his bed and buried his face in his hands, feeling utterly miserable and betrayed. Whatever was up with Gina and the horny asshole that had driven her to tears was none of his business, he thought. But why did she have to be such a bitch to him?

Eventually he got up, feeling numb and exhausted. He opened his window and breathed in the fresh cool air, and then stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed. He fell asleep at once.

He did not know how long he'd been asleep when the sound of someone at his door woke him. A sliver of light streamed into his room as Gina slipped inside. Mark sat up on the edge of his bed.

Gina closed the door and padded softly across the room, then sat down next to him. When Mark realized she was crying, he felt his heart clench.

"Mark," she whispered, "I'm so sorry."

Mark leaned over and put his arm around his friend. He pulled her into a tight embrace, cradling her head and stroking her hair, rocking her gently and whispering softly in her ear.

He held her like that for a long while, until she became still. When a gust of cold air blew through the open window, he gently released her and got up to close it. Outside, the wind was flattening the overgrown tufts of grass in the yard and whipping the branches of the maple trees. Heavy drops of rain splattered against the glass.

When Mark returned to his bed, he found Gina under the covers sound asleep. He climbed in and pulled the blankets snugly over them both. It raining hard now, and as water pelted the window and thunder boomed in the distance, he felt glad to have Gina beside him.





Something Unexpected



Gina paused again. Her voice had become so low and raspy that Mark had to lean forward. She looked up at him.

"Mark?" she whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Do you like my story so far?"

She glanced his crotch and he followed her gaze to the conspicuous bulge in his boxers.

"Mark?"

"Yes?"

"You know when I pinched you earlier, and you ran after me and grabbed me?"

Mark's cock throbbed at the memory of her body in his arms. He nodded.

"You're really strong," Gina continued. "I didn't realize how strong you are."

Mark smiled modestly.

"I've never seen you with your shirt off."

Mark looked up at Gina again.

"I was just wondering, could I just see what you look like?"

Mark hesitated.

"Please?"

Finally, Mark rose up on his knees. His cock strained conspicuously against his boxers. He removed his shirt.

Gina stared unabashedly at Mark, admiring his thick arms and shoulders. His muscular chest, nearly devoid of, tapered in perfect proportion down to his flat stomach and narrow waist, which wrinkled into tiny folds of flesh as he knelt slightly closer to her.

Gina's lips parted slightly as she stared at him.

"I run as fast as I can, turning to see if he's catching up. But he's fallen behind. So I slow down. I let him get closer and closer until finally I feel his grip on my heel. I fall to the ground and kneel on all fours, trembling in fear, too frightened to move.

"He towers over me, sweating and bleeding where his arms have been whipped by branches. I gasp when I notice the bulge in his crotch; I can practically see his cock throbbing through his pants.

"I try to escape again but he grabs me and pulls me back down. He kneels behind me and grabs my hips and pulls me back, pressing his cock into my ass. I try to squirm away but it's useless.

"His hands are all over me, rubbing my back and sides, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples until they hurt. He slides his hand between my legs and along my pussy."

Gina's voice broke. Her cheeks had become flushed, and she cast the blanket off her legs. Her gaze was fixed on Mark; she seemed to stare at him expectantly.

She sat with her legs drawn up and spread slightly so that Mark could see her tiny pink panties clinging tightly to her crotch.

"Suddenly he tears my clothes off. He rips my shirt and jeans like they're tissue paper. Then I'm completely naked. I look up at him standing over me; my pussy is on fire. He places his hands on his belt and starts to slowly unbuckle it."

She stopped short again, distracted by the obscene bulge in Mark's boxers. When she met his gaze again, she did not have to say anything. Submitting to her unspoken wish, Mark rose to his feet.

He removed his boxers. Gina gasped as his gorgeous, circumcised cock sprang free and slapped heavily against his stomach. She began to inch away from him.

When Mark kneeled next to her, her body stiffened. She tried to edge further away but Mark grasped her heel.

"No!" she gasped. She turned over on her hands and knees and tried to crawl away, but Mark held firm.

"No, please," she whined, clenching at the mattress.

Mark released her ankle and grasped her hips.

"Please, don't," she rasped. When she felt Mark's hands slide up her sides, she arched her back and jutted her ass catlike into the air. He pushed her tee shirt up her back and over her breasts until it was bunched around her shoulders. Gina pulled the shirt over her head and let it slide down her arms. She kept it cinched around her wrists like restraints.

Mark grew bolder in his exploration. When he slid his hand between her legs and pressed it firmly against the swollen mound of her vagina, she collapsed onto her elbows. She could almost feel the intense heat of his cock as she imagined it hovering inches away from her.

"Uhhhnnn! Please don't--please, no," Gina squealed, leaning her weight back and grinding her cunt into Mark's hand.

He clasped her ass cheeks and began kneading them in his strong hands. As he slipped his thumbs under her panties and edged closer to the center of her crack, she separated her knees further, thrusting her arms in front of her and lifting her ass higher into the air.

"Ooohh!" she gasped as his thumb reached the base of her pussy, "Please!"

Mark withdrew his hand and clasped the top of her panties. He pulled them over her ass and slid them down. Gina lifted her knees one by one so that he could remove them.

Gina thrilled at the feeling of the cool air on the most intimate part of her anatomy. It was incredibly arousing to expose herself like this.

Mark's cock throbbed at the obscenely beautiful sight of Gina's glistening vagina, her smooth, hairless crack, and her pristine asshole puckering at him. He clasped her ass cheek with one hand and ran the other between her legs, drawing it slowly up along her soaking pussy. As he rubbed his hand along the length of her cunt, he let the fingers of his other hand glance the edge of her asshole.

"Uuunnnhhh!" Gina moaned, her knuckles turning white as she clenched the mattress.

She leaned her weight back as Mark's fingers broke the surface of her swollen vagina. His cock started to slide along the side of her leg, lubricated by a bead of lubrication that had formed at its tip. He pressed back against her, wedging his cock between her ass cheek and himself.

When she felt his rigid cock pressing at her side, she rose up on her arms and slid her knee forward and around so that he was positioned directly between her legs. She leaned back firmly against him.

"Uunnh!" Mark grunted as his cock slid against her ass crack. Gina arched her back and pressed her ass up along his shaft until it met her pussy. She grinded herself against the entire length of his cock, coating it with her hot juices, edging further and further up until its tip was sliding past her entrance.

"Ooohhh, Mark," she moaned when she felt his hands on her sides. He grasped her hips and pulled her even more firmly to himself, guiding her cunt up and down along his shaft. When he felt like he was about to come, he pushed her away.

Gina continued to kneel before him, her back heaving as she caught her breath. She lowered her head onto a pillow and splayed her arms out languidly in front of her, sliding her knees even further apart. Her ass cheeks spread wide and her crack glistened with the same juices that coated Mark's cock.

Mark could not bear to be separated from her for long and soon his hands were upon her again. He placed his thumb at the base of her pussy. It slid effortlessly inside and as he guided it along the upper wall of her cunt, Gina squealed in pleasure.

"Mmmnnn, yeahh," she moaned as he caressed a particularly sensitive part of her vagina. Mark focused his attention on this spot, guided by her moans of pleasure, until she began to come.

"UUUNNNHHH--YESS!" she screamed as her body shuddered in orgasm. When his touch became over-stimulating, she jerked her body forward, away from his hand, but immediately leaned back against him, inviting the milder touch of his hands on her torso.

His cock wedged itself in her crack as he bent to caress her back. He reached around and cupped her breasts in his hands, gently squeezing them and pinching her hardened nipples. But the sensation of his cock sliding along her crack soon brought him near orgasm again.

He leaned back again and stared down at his throbbing penis perched inches from Gina's pussy. Grasping it, he leaned forward slightly, and then paused. Sensing his uncertainty, Gina leaned back until her pussy met the tip of his cock. They both gasped.

Gina's swollen labia readily yielded as Mark slowly guided his cock up and down the length of her vagina, finally bottoming out at the widened depression marking its entrance. Grasping her hips to still her restless movement he leaned forward decisively, and in a single thrust filled her with his entire length.

"MMmmmmmnnnnn!" Gina moaned as his cock filled her.

He started fucking her. Gina pivoted on her elbows and rocked in opposing movement to his thrusts, maximizing her own pleasure as well as Mark's. Mark held fast to her hips at first, setting a pace he could withstand without blowing his load right away. The mere sight of his cock gliding in and out of Gina's tight pussy was almost enough to put him over the edge.

Gina gradually increased the distance of her rocking motions, gauging Mark's length and marveling at it. Riding his entire length also proved to be immensely more stimulating and she soon became lost in her own gratification. Once or twice she leaned too far forward and Mark's cock sprang free, slapping wetly against his stomach.

To prevent it from happening again, Mark grasped her hip with one hand and placed the thumb of his other near the entrance of her pussy, just below her anus.

"YESSS!" she cried.

Mark was startled at how aroused he was by this tiny, forbidden part of Gina's anatomy. Pink and pristine it stared up at him, swelling slightly with each of his thrusts. He had badly wanted to touch it; now it seemed Gina wanted it too.

He slid his thumb up the slick surface of her crack until it rested in the tiny holding place of Gina's puckering asshole, where he applied pressure.

"UHHNNN YEESSSS!" Gina gasped, arching her ass upwards as another orgasm tore through her body.

Mark lost control. His balls erupted in the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced. Gina's pussy constricted around his cock as he shot wave after wave of hot semen into her. He grasped her hips to still her as her movements became too much, planting his forehead in her back as his body spasmed in the last throes of climax.

Still inside her, Mark put his arms around Gina and embraced her lovingly from behind. He leaned back and pulled her onto his lap, running his hands over her stomach and breasts and kissing her neck. Gina reached back and caressed his face.

Finally they collapsed onto the mattress. Mark pulled out and lay at Gina's side, resting his chin in his hand and gazing at Gina lying next to him, staring back at him contentedly. He lowered his head and their lips met.

For a long while they abandoned themselves to kissing. Gina thrust her tongue in his mouth and kissed him more passionately than he had ever been kissed. But eventually the urge to make love again was overpowering. Gina rolled onto her back, pulling Mark with her and spreading her legs wide for him.

Mark knelt between her legs for a moment, caressing her thighs and gazing at her gorgeous naked body splayed out before him. Her pink, erect nipples angled erotically upwards. She lightly teased one of them in her hand, and it sprang back to attention as her fingers glanced over it. Mark placed his hand on her taut stomach and gently caressed it, running his fingers over her shallow navel and down to her light brown pubic hair.

Gina took his rigid cock in her hand and stroked it tenderly, running her fingers lightly over its pulsing head and tracing the swollen veins along the shaft until she reached his balls, which she cupped in her hand and gently massaged.

Mark's cock twitched visibly at her delicate, immensely pleasurable touch. She grasped his shaft in both hands, one over the other as if she were holding a bat. Mark flexed his cock proudly at this subtle acknowledgement of his size. Gina grinned at him.

He ached to be inside her again and lowered himself over her. Still grasping his cock in her hand, Gina pressed it firmly against the swollen lips of her pussy. She rocked her hips up and down, grinding her cunt against his shaft.

Mark leaned forward and put his hands at Gina's sides. Gina swam her hands over his chest and stomach, eventually sliding them down over his pubic hair to his cock. They both looked down as she took his cock in her hand and guided it to her entrance. He slid inside her effortlessly.

Their lovemaking was more tender now, and they made it last. Mark kissed Gina's face, neck, and breasts, then lifted himself on one arm and ran his hand over her body. Eventually the erotic motion of Gina's hips thrusting against his cock brought him to the edge and he began to come. He kissed Gina passionately as his cock throbbed blissfully inside her and filled her once again with his hot semen.

Gina held him in her embrace for a long while as his cock slowly softened inside her. Exhausted, Mark slid off her and lay at her side. Before he could cuddle up next to her, she rose. She put on her robe and slipped out of the room down the hall to the bathroom. But before her place on the futon had grown cold, she returned, removing her robe and tossing it on the bed. She blew out the candles and sat back down at Mark's side.

She was reaching for a blanket when Mark threw his arms around her waist, planting his head against her stomach and squeezing her tightly. She chuckled and wriggled gently against him for a moment, but then she became still.

She peered down at the dark shadow of his head in her lap. For a long while she sat there, caressing the hair behind his ears and listening to the sound of his soft breathing. How nice it was, she thought, that he was still there when she returned to bed; to be greeted so warmly, and to know that when she woke up in the morning, he would still be there.



Something Unexpected



Betty and Veronica

Something Unexpected...

It was a rather dull day in a rather dull neighborhood. Veronica was waiting for something; she just did not know what. There she sat waiting for what was to come with her long red hair falling ever so perfectly around her face. Her body was that of a goddess, that is the only comparison there is for such beauty. Slender but not too skinny, she is about five feet seven. She sits a while then decides to bathe herself and relieve the stresses she has accumulated. 

Her legs are her most prominent feature, as they seem to go all the way to heaven. They are built long and lean. They are the legs you would find at any fashion show. Her derriere is perfectly proportioned to the rest of her. It sits high and firm and moves just right when she sways her hips as she walks. Her waist is small, and her abs are tight. Her bosom is soft but firm and her nipples are pink and perky. As she sits in the bath she admires her goddess like body. She wonders how she is so beautiful yet, she cannot seem to find a man who can love her. Alone she sighs and sinks to her nose in the bubbles. 

A while later, her phone rings, and it is her best friend, Betty. They have been friends for over a decade and one always seems to know to call the other on days like this. This particular day, Betty seemed nervous on the phone. She said she had something to talk about but wanted to do it in person. So Veronica invited her over for dinner and proposed a girls night in. They both hung up the phone and Betty was to arrive around seven. Veronica made up a nice meal, got herself somewhat dressed up and got everything set. At seven, the doorbell rang and sure enough it was Betty, right on time. The two ate dinner and then Veronica started conversation. She asked what was on Betty's mind that was troubling her so much. Betty just shrugged it off and said she was just having a hard day.

After dinner, they decide on a chick flick and decide to change into their pj's to watch the movie. As Veronica is getting changed in her room, Betty knocks on the door. Thinking nothing of it, Veronica lets her in. Betty then surprises Veronica by helping her undress. As Betty takes off Veronica's pink petal bra, she can see that Veronica's nipples are getting quite attentive. She leans in and begins sucking on them softly. Veronica moans in response and looks at Betty, confused. But Betty doesn't stop; she lays her best friend on the bed and kisses her from her neck to her navel, not stopping to see what her friend's reaction is. She then grabs Veronica's firm behind and kisses lower...She takes her panties off and drops them on the floor then begins kissing Veronica's smooth mound. Veronica is confused, but she is just enjoying this too much to say anything. Betty then kneels down so she can be in a better position to kiss the now damp lips of her best friend's pussy. She sucks on each of Veronica's pussy lips, and rubs her inner thighs while she is doing so. Veronica, very shocked, tries to stop Betty, but Betty won't stop. As Veronica lies back on the bed, her best friend continues to please her, touching every spot at just the right time. Betty licks Veronica's now dripping pussy and slurps up every last drop. She then proceeds to come up from her position to passionately kiss Veronica's mouth. Veronica plays with Betty's beautifully shaped breasts, and takes off her shirt so she can put them in her mouth and please her friend. Betty does not allow Veronica to linger there long. Betty leaves the room and Veronica is very confused and scared that she frightened her best friend. 

Veronica then follows Betty out to the living room and asks her what is wrong. Betty just gives her a come here glance. Veronica does not know what she is in for...

Betty had planned this 'night of fun' before she had even called Veronica. Betty always thought Veronica was beautiful and has described her as a goddess. She has had a crush on her ever since 9th grade but was too shy to say anything. She watched her best friend get hurt time and time again by worthless asshole men and decided that today was the day she was going to show Veronica that she didn't need a man to please her. So when Veronica proposed a girls night in, Betty did not hesitate in saying yes. She made sure she was prepared to show Veronica just how much she liked her! So Betty packed a few toys, and headed out of the house with confidence. 

As Veronica walked into the living room, she was amazed to see Betty standing there with toys spread about. As Veronica entered the living room, Betty greeted her with a kiss and motioned for her to sit. Betty came over to Veronica (and was now wearing a decent sized strap-on dildo). She thrust Veronica on her back tied her arms and legs hog style and proceeded to finger Veronica vigorously. Veronica moaned and quivered. Once she was wet enough with her own juices, Betty slid the strap on into her. She thrust slowly building anticipation. She then gave Veronica the fucking of a lifetime. Betty untied Veronica and dragged her to the bedroom by her hair and tied her to the bed, spread eagled. Betty then thrust into Veronica again, and did not stop; she only thrust faster and harder. Veronica came so many times she lost count and passed out. Betty kissed her on the lips and went home.

When Veronica awoke at nearly noon the next day she noticed her friend was gone. She was in a daze and could not figure if this was a dream or reality. A note on the bedside table made her realize that this had indeed been real. Veronica called Betty and did not get an answer. She waited days and still heard nothing from Betty...

 (To be continued)