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The Valentine

By: Tomestible



Sunday 14th February - early evening

James called round at three this afternoon and he suggested that we get things moving early next week. So I invited him to view the room I'd prepared especially for him and he followed me in. Even then I hadn't thought it right through and planned what happened next - it just seemed obvious and natural.

"I like the look of it," he said, admiring what I'd done. "No sharp edges!"

"I don't want you coming to any harm," I reassured. "I don't want you coming to anything." That was when I decided to go for it.

"Try the seat, if you wish. I've managed to work everything around your measurements but one or two minor adjustments might be needed."

Within a few seconds he was seated and trapped. Fully dressed in denim jeans, a cotton shirt, trainers. Restraints held down his fore-arms and ankle-snaps kept his legs in place. From behind the back of the chair I swung over the head mask within which was attached a soft rubber penis designed to silence and to comfort him in equal measure. He struggled frantically and cursed dramatically but none of his words were audible, muffled as they were by the gag. It worked like a dream.

So it has started and I am sure I have set both of us on an inexorable course. Even from the outset I feel as if I am as much the victim as he is, although he is the one tied up and at my mercy. I am, however, determined to maintain a strict scientific detachment for as long as possible and to treat the whole thing as a vital psychological experiment.

My name, incidentally, is Tomas. I live with my partner Richard and we share our home with our mutual friend Hari who is a Maori lad - dark-eyed, loyal, passionate and intense. I get the odd reply to a Personal Ad I posted several months ago for willing participants in private bondage games. Richard and I are in our late thirties and most of the interest seems to come from guys the same age or older. We rarely bother to follow through these contacts as they are more about teasing and anticipation rather than any actual achievement. Besides, Hari is only 18 and quite enough to handle, even shared between the two of us.

But then I met James, who is about 23 and very intelligent and keen and seems to have his head sorted out with regard to this sort of thing. From the start - about two weeks ago - he has remained insistent upon going ahead with a really hot bondage session and having no limits as to what I should consider inflicting upon him. He's made it very clear that being in a position of total powerlessness is an almost obsessive need and he wants no safeguards in advance - no passwords or anything - just the freedom to be completely under my control.

Naturally, my imagination started to go a little wild at this prospect and I soon began to wonder if I was getting into something I'd not be able to cope with rationally. I have, however, furnished a couple of small secret rooms with just about all that is needed. Neither Richard nor Hari nor anyone else - apart from James himself, now - know of these plans.

***

I have left him alone and retired next door to recover. I am typing this with one hell of a nervous shaky hand. I have never been so hard - it is quite an incredible feeling. Maybe once I've come I'll have had enough. But I doubt it somehow. Perhaps there is a truth waiting to be discovered at the heart of this fantasy, just as there is a pure illusion waiting at the centre of reality.

Sunday - late evening

There is a music track playing: some classical baroque pieces, very soothing. Underneath as a secondary set of sounds, very faint, subliminal, is a special mix of moans and screams - taken from videos mainly - of various men in the agonies and ecstasies of sexual excitement and torment. As time goes on these will become louder but for the moment they are undetectable.

I went back in and unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his belly, softly rubbing his nipples. He moaned gratefully at this. I shall try to note how the timbre of his moans of pleasure change over the following hours. These first seemed to say: OK, I'm here now; start it, I'll play along. I delicately kissed the area around his navel before dripping a dozen or so strands of hot molten wax on to him. He jolted his body and cried out momentarily but soon relaxed on realising what was happening. Maybe he was hard himself. I was again, certainly, and it was barely fifteen minutes since I'd shot my first load. I picked up two ice cubes, one for each hand, and rubbed them over his stomach. Another jolt. The first scream too, though very pleasurably uttered I felt, as if he too were testing his boundaries.

The seat he was in had been constructed very carefully: it could be reclined at several angles; it could be turned and revolved. Now it lay flat. The body that lay there was still largely covered and hidden by manacles and a mask but I knew how beautiful the flesh beneath would be. To the mess of wax and melted ice that lay across his belly I added a few dribbles of my own pre-cum. I was standing naked next to him, my hungry cock ready to burst for a second time. Which it soon did.

I raised the mask from his face and he spluttered a little, gasping for air and blinking in the semi-darkness.

"You're an evil bastard," he groaned, after a few more seconds. "My throat is parched - I need water. And when are you getting to MY dick, man?"

"Soon," I said. "Are you sure you want to continue? Do you want to agree a password now?"

"You know what I want," he growled. "This is too good to spoil, so just shut up and get on with the...OWW!!"

I'd struck him across the face with the back of my hand. My fingers tingled.

"Don't tell me what to do!" I calmly muttered close to his ear. "Now - last chance - do you want a password?"

"Fuck off!!" He almost spat the words. I was obviously dealing with someone who had something to prove to himself.

"I'm a devious little devil," I said, putting the upper part of the mask back over his face to cover his eyes. "I'll give you another chance later but just remember how devious I am. Meanwhile I'll mix you a drink."

I scooped the remains of the melted ice, wax and semen from his stomach and into a glass. Raising him to a seated position I released his left arm and handed him the drink.

"What the hell!!" he spat a mouthful of the mixture out, back on to his belly and jeans.

"Not to your taste? I'd drink it up in one nice little swallow if I were you - there's a nice cold beer to follow if you do. Otherwise - sorry, the bar's closed!"

And bless him, he did. One quick shot back and the glass was drained. I opened a screw-top bottle and poured a full glass of the ice-cold beverage.

"I'll leave it on the side table just to your right while I go for a pee," I told him. "Help yourself."

From the doorway I watched as he reached over with his left hand and groped carefully to locate the table and the glass. With extreme caution he carried the slippery beaker to his lips and I left the room.

Three seconds later there was an enormous yell of rage and then a smash of glass against a wall.

Once he'd got one arm free it was a simple job for him to unclasp the other and then to free his legs. On my return from the toilet, therefore, he was leaning against the far wall with his arms folded, shirt neatly tucked in and looking daggers at me.

"I know, I know!" I stopped him from interrupting me with a quickly raised hand. "Come through into next door and I'll explain. Or just leave now, if you wish." I gestured to the open door. "Your choice. For the moment."

"I thought you were supposed to get my rocks off. That's what I wanted. This is just plain stupid." He sighed with half resignation, half hopefulness. "Just make it quick because I feel like packing it in. I shouldn't be here anyway, not tonight: I've got work tomorrow."

When we walked into the room next door he found a table laid ready for a dinner for two. I handed him a real glass of cool beer - "No trick - go on, enjoy!" - and took a quick sip myself to prove it. Softer light music was playing. Romantic lighting. The warm re-assuring scent of bread mingled with spices from the meal cooking in the oven in the corner.

The daggers had disappeared. A wide smile filled his face then turned to a sudden frown.

"Look, Tomas, you know I'm not gay. I mean that and I think you know I mean it. It's not a game I'm playing to pretend that I'm not gay but I am really. I do want the sex with you but ...Well, I'm not sure I fancy this seduction scene."

"Relax and sit down," I re-assured him. "All I want to do is explain a few things and make one hundred percent sure that you want to submit to me. That's all. Forget St Valentine's Day - that's pure coincidence."

He sat and drank some beer. I fetched the food over and we began to eat. About halfway through the meal I got to the point. I looked straight into his eyes.

"Listen, James, the simple truth is that I desperately want to tease and torture you and turn-on your mind and body so badly that your brain has the equivalent of a total melt-down. I mean that. I want to have you writhing in your bonds and babbling, whimpering, begging, screaming, crying and moaning uncontrollably all at the same time because you're so desperate to cum...."

He looked away from me, squirmed in his chair and groaned slightly.

"And I know you want that too."

"Too right. Too damn right," he murmured.

The tune now playing was That Old Black Magic. Down and down I go, round and round I go.

"All I need to know is - is it still no limits? No password? No escape?"

He put down his fork and looked directly at me. I knew we were both rock hard. So did he.

"No boundaries, no nothing - I'm all yours - just get to the basics a bit quicker, that's all. Get my pants off. You know!" he laughed. "I trust you. I want you to take me wherever."

"What if I don't know, though?" I asked, genuinely. "What if I get us both into something I can't handle?"

"Like drinking piss? Hell - why not? It's just that it was a surprise and a new experience." He paused. "But on reflection - it's quite a horny memory!"

I would give him one last chance.

"What if I just got completely carried away and ended up hurting you by accident?"

He frowned, but more in thought than in fear.

"Accidents happen."

Then he said: "Look, Tom, I've thought this through too. I want to feel scared and humiliated. I want so I'll get angry. So I'll scream. So I'll smash glasses against a wall. But...I want that and..." - he punctuated the next three words with a jab of his finger - "I...mean...that." He drained the last drops of beer from his glass. "I'm a runaway, remember. In here, I've stopped running."

"I enjoyed hitting you," I added. This had to be the last question. "What if I want to do it again?"

"Pain. Fear. Expanded limits. My mind expanded. My body stretched..." - He paused and then he stood up and unzipped his denims to display his proud erection nestled within his briefs - "...and all within your power. No limits, for either of us!"

He walked back into the other room and left me rubbing my groin in anticipation.

"Tomas!" he shouted a few seconds later, "I've got both my legs and one arm fastened - I need you to finish me off..."

***

I went in and secured the other arm restraint, lowered the seat to its fully reclined position and placed a pillow under his head. I patted him gently on the bulge that was now safely tucked within his pants and kissed him on the forehead. The classical music tape was playing softly but one or two erotic groans were already audible in the background. The tape was set to play for another two hours and would increase in sexual intensity by each minute.

I turned the lights to barely lit and left the room. He didn't speak though he could have done: the mask was unattached. Perhaps he thought I was coming straight back.

I locked everything behind me and went up to my bedroom. Richard was undressed and reading in bed. Hari was watching TV.

"Either of you in the mood?" I queried, slipping naked between the sheets.

Monday - morning

I awoke early with a raging hard-on after a particularly restless night. I slipped out of bed to wash and dress as quickly as possible, anxious to get things really moving today and to show him what kind of business I meant.

Entering the room as quietly as possible I found him asleep and it took no more than a couple of seconds to draw the mask over his head and slip the gag into his mouth. He spluttered and tried to speak to me, shaking his arms violently within their restraints. I could make out my name being spoken, the words 'wait' and 'stop', and then ignored it and just heard noise.

For the next fifteen minutes I simply massaged the area around his feet, kneading his calf muscles, stroking his legs, before untying his trainers and getting to work on his feet. I'd read a story the week before in which a spy was tortured on his feet with matches, feathers and rubber-bands and I wanted to try out some of the ideas.

Beginning with the ordeal by fire I lit a match and held it close to the heel of James's left foot. He wriggled a little and moved his foot away from the source of heat. Whichever direction he moved, I followed until the match was burnt out. Then to be fair and symmetrical I inflicted the same on his right foot. I repeated that process twice.

He has beautiful feet, it must be said. Long, tanned, handsome and smooth. I licked them in turn, from heel to toe. What sounds of anger emitting from his mask a short while ago were now contented murmurs. My tongue played around and over his feet and toes for several minutes and then I couldn't help but suck and nibble at each toe in turn. Lots more contentment. I reached a hand to his crotch and confirmed the existence of a rigid member.

He didn't seem to be too ticklish on his feet but I guessed I should test him all the same. The feathers danced around but nothing much happened, so they were quickly discarded. There would be other areas to test out later.

I sat back and pulled out a large rubber-band. Using it like a pea-shooter I stretched it back with my right hand, gripping the other end with my left and aiming straight at his in-step which I reckoned would be the most sensitive place. The band snapped and smacked dead centre and his foot jerked back.

It made a loud slapping noise when it made contact and James gave a muffled cry in agony from the stinging pain. I pulled back the band just under the toes of his right foot and let it go again. He screamed again. I considered how easy it was to enjoy being as sadistic as this as I began rapidly and incessantly stinging his feet at random spots, reveling in his agony. His left foot then received the same treatment. Then I rubbed oil into both feet for him, slipping my hands as far up his legs as the clamps would permit.

I had some work to do out of town, however, so time was pressing.

Releasing him without reason was all part of the fun. He would become unable to predict it and expect it to happen at random which would add to the excitement. He might even expect it as a matter of course if I released him at some point each day. One day, though, I knew that it would be much more stimulating to deny that release and delay it for....well, for quite a time.

"Grab a wash, get a bite to eat," I instructed him. "I need breakfast myself anyway. And afterwards, we'll try the post...."

He got up silently and went towards the door to wash and toilet. I wondered if he might now decide to pack it in and leave.

"...I'll need you to strip for that!"

***

The post was just that - a thick wooden post running from floor to ceiling - but comfortably padded all round and furnished with a selection of different sized straps to hold down the neck, the waist and individual arms and legs. He was smiling and eager and anticipating great pleasure - which he would receive. He virtually tied himself in again, which was getting to be a disturbing habit. The difference this time was that he remained silent, as he had been all through breakfast, saying nothing but shooting me dark, brooding, pleading looks.

The feather that had failed to thrill his feet now began to be worked along the shaft of his already erect penis, running around the sensitive glans area and flicking over the tip, tickling him violently. This time it really worked wonders! It capered over his testicles, explored between his legs, and teased between the buttocks as far as I could reach. But always it returned to the stiff, now leaking young cock.

His need for orgasm was compelling. I was fascinated by the whole process and extremely aroused myself. Focusing clearly, I worked especially on his penis. I didn't even consider flicking the feather elsewhere over his body, happy to just tickle and tease his rock-hard tool, watching it twitch and lurch as James involuntarily began the prolonged climb towards consummation. I began again at the base of the shaft and slowly - and so very, very carefully - worked up towards the tip. I was very tempted to reach out and kiss it with my lips, but suppressed the instinct knowing that it would be an altogether sweeter kiss if delayed. The soft feather fondled his cock with a kiss of silk - hardly in contact with it but every movement sending ecstatic charges through the young body. The scent of his washed body mingled with fresh sweat was also intoxicating. Gradually, millimetre by millimetre, the feather reached upwards towards the tender tip of James's penis, its cunningly slow advance calculated precisely to cause the eventual orgasm to be of the most heart-breaking intensity possible.

James's mouth was open, his eyes closed, and he was whimpering in pure sexual frustration. As the plume progressed along the shaft, getting nearer and nearer to the tip of his cock, and the pressure of the semen in his balls grew, he was now at the point where a single determined stroke on his cock would make him ejaculate at once. He was powerless to control it - either to make himself cum or to prevent his nearing the point of orgasm.

The feather was now well past half way up his cock and I made the soft tip play round and round the rigid pole. Pre-cum was dripping down from the end in long pearly strands. James was oblivious to them, however, lost as he was in his private world of ecstasy. His entire universe consisted of that feather and what it was doing to his aching, horny cock. In many respects, it was my universe too, entranced as I was by the same thing: the only difference was the amount of responsibility I held. He was out of it; I was in the midst of it and able to direct it either way.

As the feather reached the base of the glans, a shudder ran through him. This was now pure torture - he so desperately needed to cum. He couldn't stop himself from pleading, "Oh Christ - please make me cum, Tomas, PLEASE!!"

"Oh, you shall cum, James - you shall cum," I promised.

"Oh, thank you, thank you," he almost sobbed with gratitude. I noted how little it had taken to get him to this point. The pleasure he was receiving from me was an immense weapon.

More and more often now his hips were escaping his control and his pelvic thrusts became powerful and more insistent. The feather was now working on the sensitive glans itself and he was beginning to tremble uncontrollably. I imagine that he could feel the onset of orgasm approaching and, as before, realising that he was incapable either of delaying it or forcing it to happen his mind must have observed and responded to every movement on his cock, willing me to deliver the final blow. I lingered on the cock-head for a long time, caressing, tormenting and tickling fiendishly.

I sensed that he was dangling on the very margin of orgasm. It would take little more than a sigh on the tip of his cock to push him over the edge and release all his pent-up sexual energy in one blast. I withdrew the feather, paused dramatically and then gently rubbed my moist fingers over the whole length of his straining cock. The moan that came from between his lips was worth everything I'd spent so far in time, money and effort: it was a moan of complete surrender, gratitude and acceptance of fate.


The Valentine Gift







The Valentine Gift



This story is kind of a 2nd part of my frist one but you do not have to read the frist one to read this one. I hope you like it.

It has been two months since I have seen crys. she came to visit me for valentines day. I wanted to do something special for her, as she sleep I left the house to do something's I needed to do. Later when I go back home I woke her up. She groaned and wined and I laughed at her and told her to get her butt out of bed. She got up and took a shower and got dressed. We got in the car and she wanted to know where we where going, I told her it was a surprise and she would find out soon enough. I drove to a small town I love and drove down to the beach. We both love the beach very much and it had been a log time since we had been there. It was getting dark out and we watched the sun set go down over the water it was beautiful. I left her standing there just watching the site while I went back to the car. I got the stuff out of the car and went back to where I left her. 

She turn around and had a big smile on here face, she asked what I was doing, I lied a big blanket on the ground and picnic basket down on the ground. She sat down and I opened the basket. I brought sandwiches, fruit, drinks and her favorite brownies. She was so happy that I made her supper on the beach. It was really nice to have the soft glow of the moon and the sound of the waves crashing while we ate. After we ate we sat together and just watching the waves. She was sitting between my legs and leaning up agents me. I put my arms around her and held her. She put her head on my shoulder and I started to lightly kiss her neck. It sent shivers down her spine and she giggled a little. 

I kissed here neck even more until she couldn't stand it any more and turned and kissed me passionately . I gently laid her on her back and kissed her again slowly kissed her down her neck and unbutton her shirt as I kissed her down her chest. Her skin was so soft. I kissed her breast and licked her nipples. I sucked in her nipples until they became hard and I could hear her breath getting deeper. I slowly kissed her down her belly and tickled her belly button and she laughed . then I kissed her down until I got to her jeans and I unbuttoned them and slid them down along with her panties. She shiver when I cool air touched her skin. I slid my tongue down her clit. She was so hot. She arched her back and I pressed her hips back down. I slid my tongue down in to her slit and could feel her juices flowing all ready she really needed to cum. I pressed my tongue deep into her and stared to fuck her with my tongue. It felt wonderful and I couldn't get enough of her. 

I wanted her to cum so badly. I slid my finger in to her and go it wet then I slid it into her ass as I sucked on her clit. she was really hot now. I slid my tongue back into her pussy and the was the last straw, she came all over my tongue and face. It was so sweet. I licked her clean and moved back up to kiss her. She rolled me over and started to kiss me passionately again. She slid down my body and didn't want any time with me she took off all of my clothes. She slid her finger into me and stated to finger me, I almost came at once but she stopped. She brought up her finger and licked it off and teased me. I wanted her to make me cum so bad. I begged her to make me cum.

She slid two fingers in this time and finger fucked me until I came all over her fingers. She brought them up to me and we both licked her fingers off to gather. We laid there for a little while and then go up and got dressed. We put the stuff back in the car and then took a short walk on the beach holding hands. When we go back to the car. She kissed me and thanked me for the wonderful valentines present.



The Valentine I Do...



Eva had dreamed of this day her whole life. She couldn't believe that it was really here. She and Brad had been a perfect fit from day one. That first glance across a crowded room had made their lives one. The rest was just a formality after the last 3 years of blissful courtship between the pair. Everything in their relationship had been so romantic and so perfect, it was only natural after love at first glance to choose today...February 14 to cement their coming together. THE day of love-for lovers-about nothing more than love, romance, life, trust, hopes and dreams. All of which Brad and Eva had found in the souls of one another. 

Today the rest of the world would know how they felt. They would recite their vows in the beautiful ballroom at the Waldorf Astoria in front of all their friends and family. The ballroom was decorated with peach and cream roses everywhere. The columns wrapped in garlands of flowers. A fountain in the center to bring the outdoors inside and the garden in the ballroom with its clearly lit trees had come to life. 

As she walked to her future husband on the arm of her father all Eva could think is that she had finally found home-in Brad. Their eyes meet, and it was the finalization of two hearts melting into one. Tearfully Eva and her father relinquished their care of one another as Eva now stepped into a new role as Brad's primary care giver and her father had to relinquish his life-long position as Eva's protector and most important man alive. 

The couple took their vows in the beautiful garden setting of peaches and cream. And just as the lone dove was released at the end of their vows, so came away one soul for both bride and groom to share forever. 

The couple enjoyed a wonderful reception with their family and friends. Dancing in a candlelit garden of elegant beauty. Feasting on Cornish hens and a marvelous vanilla bean white wedding cake that was incased in the darkest, richest chocolate you'd ever seen surrounded in delicate white chocolate tea roses and topped off with two white chocolate swans with their beaks forming a heart of pure love. 

The bride threw her bouquet of cream roses with long flowing peach ribbons to her best friend Sarah. The groom's brother caught the garter and the normal riot of placing it on the leg of the newest bouquet holder ensued. The bride and groom stayed to dance one last song...I Need You...by Leanne Rhimes before heading upstairs to their own little version of heaven.

The honeymoon suite at the Waldorf was beautiful, elegant and extravagant. A real departure from Eva's normal earthy personality. That was why Brad had chosen this place for their honeymoon. He wanted to lavish her in luxury for the week. As he carried her across the threshold of their room the happy couple was greeted by rose petals that led a path of sweet smelling love to the beautiful bed. Beside which a tall sliver pedestal bucket held an iced bottle of champagne two heart shaped goblets waiting. 

Shortly after they arrived at the suite, Eva began taking off her veil when room service arrived with Brad's secret surprise. He dutifully met them at the door and rolled the cart in himself-Right to the base of the bed. Through the mirror Eva saw a beautiful fountain of chocolate. As she turned from the vanity stool she saw a three-tier sterling silver fountain surrounded by dark red roses and strawberries that bubbled pure dark liquid heaven from its top like a volcano-Chocolate from heaven she thought. Brad knew how much she loved chocolate, and until the one bite of cake they'd fed each other at the reception that evening she'd forgone it for months and months to be as perfectly beautiful in her ivory wedding gown as possible. 

She was so beautiful standing there in her wedding gown. Hair still pinned up in a bundle of curls. As she walked toward him Brad felt like the luckiest man on the planet. They embraced and he kissed her slowly. 

Reaching up behind her head he unpinned her hair and watched as the waves of chocolate curls fell to her shoulders she was so beautiful. Brad kissed her neck and then he reached around for a strawberry and rubbed its sweet redness across her beautifully full pink lips and watched as the tip of her tongue came out to trace its path. Biting off its tip then he finished the rest and headed around to the back of her dress. Not wanting to wait a minute longer to see all that lay beneath it. 

He carefully unfastened each and every button kissing the skin beneath each one as he did. Finally letting the dress fall in a champagne like puddle around her feet when he was finished. Kissing, the newlyweds inched their way back against the foot of the bed where Eva sat and Brad stood taking in her every detail in full view. 

The lace corset with its long strings that laced their way down the center had her amble breast pushed up and out to perfection. Her cup definitely over floweth Brad thought to himself. He poured a glass of champagne, dipped a strawberry in it and held it out for her to lick clean then he ran it under the oozing warmth of the chocolate fountain. 

Kneeling between her thighs he touched a dab of chocolate to her chin, then proceeded to run a strip all the way down to her amble breasts. Giving her the strawberry to feed on while he lapped up the chocolate trail he'd left behind, he made his way to the top of the corset and quickly unlaced it in a flash. 

As it fell to the bed beneath Eva's warm skin Brad made his way back for another strawberry dripping with chocolate and traced his way down the deep crevice between her breasts and then artfully around each plump areola, topping it all off with a fresh warm drip right to his bride's long, hard nipples. As he held the strawberry with one hand, Eva grabbed the other and led it to the growing wetness in her satin and lace thong...leading his fingers up beneath the panties to feel the warmth he was creating between her beautifully shaven folds. 

Eva felt so hot and wet, so excited to have her husband inside of her for the first time since their wedding. But Brad didn't want to rush things. He wanted Eva to always remember this night-their first night as husband and wife with beautiful memories of loving gentleness surrounded by romance, candlelight and loving care. The slow pleasure of being pampered the way all women should be-he would not be rushed.

Dipping the strawberry back into the champagne glass Brad reached for another and a small bowl of chocolate sauce to go with it this time-warm and oozing-like Eva now was for his touch. He rubbed the chocolate down between her breasts, down her tight little belly and finally down to her treasure trail. Removing the thong with one hand he dipped more warm gooey chocolate with the other. As he spread His wife's thighs apart for the first time in their married life he let the chocolate run down her mound and listened as Eva gasped at the pleasure of its warm oozing sensation against her skin. 

He dipped again and rubbed the strawberry gently down the slit of her lips, leaving a luscious trail of chocolate as he went then finding her hardening love button he gently rubbed the strawberry's tip in a circle around it, finally pushing its point up beneath her hood warming and smearing chocolate over her most sensitive of spots. Eva began to gasp with delight. He dipped more hot chocolate and used the strawberry tip to fully spread her lips open the next time. Letting its tip barely sink into her beautifully bald pussy lips. Never letting anything touch her but the dripping piece of ripened fruit-ripened just as she was and begging for more. 

Dipping in deep for one last big hot gob of chocolate sauce he held it against her lips and watched as the sticky substance oozed down into a puddle at her entrance. Letting the fruit follow the trail with some force he finally inserted it fully into her love box leaving only the tip of the tiny end exposed as he used his fingers to turn the fruit around in the mouth of her pussy. 

As she gasped and started to beg for his attention he left the warm wet sticky spot behind him, grabbing the bottle of champagne he climbed to her head and poured a drop on her sweet mouth, kissing her passionately behind it. Brad rose to his knees and let the champagne flow from the bottle in the pattern of the chocolate.

Handing Eva the bottle he started at the beautiful hollow in her neck and licked the champagne and chocolate from every square inch of Eva's glorious body. Feasting on each nipple and breast as he made his way down her belly to the insides of her thighs licking and teasing her most ticklish spots as he went. Finally he arrived at the best place on earth, heaven in Brad's eyes that night was his new wife's beautiful bald pussy lips covered in warm chocolate and the sparkling wetness of champagne topped off by a strawberry buffet that peaked at him from her juiciest treat. 

Brad licked and slurped the chocolate from her clit and her lips and everywhere between. Reaching the strawberry-the buffet really began as he tongued it out of her in one big curl and swallowed the cream and chocolate covered berry down It was the best piece of fruit he'd ever tasted and he couldn't believe it was his and his alone for the rest of his life. When the buffet was finished, when Brad had cleaned every inch of her pussy inside and out with his long wet tongue-the panting and squealing and sucking of her sweet cream behind them, Brad knew that all the intricate plans he'd laid out for Eva that night had played out just as he'd wanted. He'd made memories of gentle kindness with a touch of the sweet forbidden for his lovely new wife to hold dear for the rest of her life-it was a night that would truly never be forgotten-the only thing Brad wondered now was if Eva had any surprises of her own planned-for him-he sure hoped so-after all it was Valentine's weekend and they had the rest of the week to play...



The Valentine Package



Sara opened the door with a hesitant hand, her fingers curving around the edge of the wood, before pushing open enough to fit her slim figure inside. Her dark brown eyes were wide, peering into the room. The cautious movements made her feel like a beginning burglar, trying her best not to actually commit a crime as she stepped through the threshold. 

There came a small wave of nausea, pure nervous butterflies roaming in her stomach. One hand ran down the oversized trench coat, a smooth touch, hoping it would ease the tension. It didn't. If anything, it only made her realize she was standing in a strange apartment wearing little more than an overcoat. 

Ever the curious creature, Sara could not help but snoop. The apartment felt more like a loft, a vast amount of open space both above her head and around her. There were no walls, but the furniture all lay out as if there were separate rooms for it all. Art supplies were everywhere. Canvas draped over any inch possible. Drawings and sketching and paintings and etchings all combined somewhere in the living room. 

The one painting on top revealed a woman, naked, lying back with her eyes half closed. Her hand draped elegantly over her stomach, the other dipping between pink silken panties. The young woman in the painting wore only a trace of clothing, revealing her body underneath. The cloth, almost see thru, made Sara take a step closer. 

Something warm touched against her sex as she studied the painting. The woman looked in the middle of a scream, or a moan, or perhaps something even more daring and dangerous. She seemed so free, wanton, as if daring people to look at her. She did not care, craving her own orgasm. The painting revealed a woman on that edge, so close, the final instant before her body took over, the wave of liquid hot pleasure colliding against her. 

Sara felt a throbbing in her legs now. She could not stop herself, squeezing her thighs once. A jolt of pleasure ran through her, skipping up her spine and making her toes tingle. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning. 

"Do you like her?" 

Sara whipped around, her cheeks blushing bright red as she searched for the person behind that voice. For some reason, with the trench coat covering her entire body, she still placed a hand over her breasts. The nipples she felt through the coat, hard, tingling when pressed against her arm, and she once more felt that tiny jolt against her sex. 

"I'm sorry," She was breathless, barely able to speak. The butterflies had gone crazy inside of her stomach now. 

A young man emerged from behind a curtain. He had a tall build, with sandy brown hair and dark eyes that drank her in, and made her blush even more. His voice had been loud and low, but at the same time soothing. It made her think of a lover, pressing his lips to her ear, and whispering how much he wanted to fuck her. 

Her sex now ached terribly, and when she moved she could not help but feel her cotton panties damp and pressing against her warm skin. 

"No need to be sorry. I put her out so you could see some of my work. I thought you might like it. Do you?" 

"I do!" The words ran off her lips before she even knew what she was saying. She stopped, before more would just flow through her. Somehow, a flood of words had opened in her head. She wanted to talk, to say anything. Why did she want to do that? And then, when she realized she was not saying anything, only lost in her own thoughts of how she shouldn't talk, she giggled. 

Sara had not giggled in years. 

"I mean... yes. I like it. It is beautiful. She is." 

"You are here for the Valentine package?" 

Sara nodded. She fumbled around in the pockets of her coat before emerging with a single coupon. The coupon had faded pink letters that told of the Valentine Package. For a reasonable price she would have a private studio for an hour. Sara handed it to him. He paused, studying the worn coupon for a moment. 

Her eyes wandered. She never imagined him to be so... handsome. 

"Come in." 

He pulled back the curtain for her, letting her enter first. Inside the room, the light was completely different, softer. It made Sara think of those soap operas than ran during the day. The light caressed with an intimate touch, all filtered red to make everything smoky and sultry. Music played in the background, faint. She enjoyed it, but had never heard it before. 

The bed in the center of the room had been covered in pink sheets, pillows, and hearts of various sizes. The sheets, some see thru and others not, had also been pinned up around the room. Apart from the dark curtains surrounding the entire are, this place just screamed Valentine 's Day. 

"Do you like it?" 

"Oh yes," Sara spoke, once more without thinking, "It is lovely, thank you." 

Sara walked into the room. She was made aware of her high heels now. They were her good heels, saved for special occasions. They looked good on her, accenting her ankles. She enjoyed them, how they made her walk. Sara had been well aware that they made her ass stick out, and she got to sway her hips as she came into the room. 

Behind her, she could feel his eyes on her, examining and exploring every inch. They seemed to caress her, like a warm wind intimate against her skin. It made her away of everything, the coat that covered her body, the hard heels on soft carpet, the way she stood with one hand against her hip.

And then Sara froze. 

She did not know what to do. Once more her cheeks went bright red. She had never been to a photo shoot before; never had her body looked at so objectively, a stranger's eyes so close to her. And he had to be such a handsome stranger too. Why did he have to be so handsome? 

When she turned around, confusion set in her eyes. 

"You should take off the coat." 

She had it wrapped around her so tight. It only revealed her face and her elegant ankles in high heels. For a moment she thought of asking him to only shoot her feet, nothing else. She didn't think she could go through with anything else. 

And then his hands were on her. 

Sara made a small gasp as she felt his touch. She had not expected it or his breath against her neck when he spoke. 

"I'll get it for you." 

Her knees threatened to buckle, and send her hurling onto the pink Valentine bed. Sara tried to hide this whimper, as she let him undress her. Her arms fell to her side, limp, as the coat slipped from her. It seemed like a shield, a barrier protecting her from this place, from his leering eyes. Now, with it gone, she felt so open, exposed. 

Underneath she had on her black nightie, with lace underwear. It looked dull and flat on her body. It covered up more than it revealed. She looked down, realizing she should not have worn this at all. It would have been better to have come naked. 

"I don't have many outfits," She said, nearly unable to meet his eyes. Her life had been a picture of boring normalcy before tonight. She had been a good girl, and damned proud of it. She did not explore her sexuality as she knew others did. The Valentine package had seemed almost innocent fun. Almost. But, even Sara could admit a darker pool of intimate fantasy when she thought about it, lying in bed at night. Something that caused a jolt whenever she shifted her thighs, something that refused to let go of her until she forced herself to come here and take the pictures. 

"It's ok. I have something you can wear." 

He took out a small rack, with half a dozen different outfits. It was not clothing. Sara could see that. These small pieces of cloth with string attached could not actually be considered clothing. She recognized some from magazines, models wearing them, something that might be perfect on a young victoria's secret model, with wings and all. Certainly not something a middle aged housewife should wear. 

He picked out something sheer and black. Sara shook her head. She couldn't. No, that was too revealing. 

"I'm not... this is my first time." 

"This," He said, taking her hand and guiding it to the nightgown, "Is fantasy." 

Why did her skin tremble when he touched it, why did he feel so warm? She found herself wanting to wear it for him, hoping he would like it on her, hoping it looked good, enticing. 

"You are just dressing up, to take some pictures. That is all. When I'm done with you, you can put the old underwear on, bundle up in your coat and wear what you want. But, until that time, you're mine. Go, put it on."

"Yes," Once more, it rolled off of her lips without thought, without action. His. The thought nearly made her shiver with excitement. She did not think she could ever be someone else's fantasy, but he was right. Valentine's Day was the time to transpire, to explore the dull seated sexuality, to come out and try new things in bed.

By the time Sara's mind could gather any speed, she was already walking towards the other end of the room with the see thru nightgown in hand. 

It wasn't until she closed the door behind her, that Sara had a chance to breathe. Things had rushed through her so fast, emotion and feelings that had been more than intense. Awkward? Was that the word? 

Inside the bathroom held a mirror. Sara could see the outfit she wore now. She understood why he had sent her in here with something else. It looked, tacky. The gown lumped against her skin, and swelled out from her like a balloon. It seemed like she had patches of cotton stuck under her clothing. She had never wore such things to entice before, never even considered trying to buy lingerie.

She had never considered herself sexy. 

Why was that? 

Sara looked down at her body in the mirror. She certainly did have a feminine look, curved in all the right places. Her breasts still hung high against her chest, with little sag or wear. Her skin healthy, her waist slim, even her eyes sparkled with the excitement of a first date. 

Sara blushed at that, hoping he was out there, waiting for her. 

She wanted to please him. She did. Sara bit her bottom lip, once more glancing down at such a flimsy outfit. 

"It's all pretend, right," she said, trying to help herself, "Just a fantasy." 

The stuffy old nightgown came off. She pried and tugged it away from her body until it lay a useless heap on the floor. The new nightgown felt like a soft silk as it caressed her skin more than simply covering it. She slipped it on, and checked in the mirror, smoothing out the wrinkles. 

It fit her like a dream. 

"Oh my God," She gasped when she saw her body inside of this. It tugged against her just so, pulling in to show off her curved hips. She could see through it at times, depending on whether she moved left or right against the light. Her nipples were hardening as the material grazed across them. A deep and selfish moan escaped her. This dress would be deadly to wear; it turned her on without even thinking. 

Sara tried not to think about how she was profusely blushing, or how she would look so lewd coming out of the bathroom, or how she was practically naked in this stranger's apartment. Part of that only turned her on more. She stepped out from the bathroom before she could stop herself. She couldn't stop now, because if she did, she wouldn't have the nerve to keep going. This entire fantasy would be over. 

"You look good," He said, and Sara could barely force her head up to acknowledge him. Instead, she walked up, her hands in front of her, almost trying to cover it up. 

"Yes?" Her soft voice sounded unsure of his compliment, wanting and needing reassurance. She even glanced up at him, a soft and unexpected flicker running through her. Why did she care so much for his approval, to look good for him? She didn't know, but at this moment she absolutely needed it. She wanted to look sexy for him, to excite him. 

"Just beautiful," He nearly whispered the words, his eyes running over her body. Any other day she would think of him as some lewd stranger, but today she thanked him for his compliments, the one he spoke aloud and the one he made when his eyes could not help but stare at her. 

"Get on the bed." 

Her heart raced in her chest, beating a wild pattern of excitement and dread that Sara tried so desperately to ignore. She turned, kneeling down upon the bed. This is the part she did not understand. She never knew the world of posing and photography. There had to be some complicated process for this to begin, and she felt soo lost as she climbed on top of the pink hearted sheets. 

She was about to turn and lay upon the bed when she heard him, "Stop." 

Her body froze, trembling. On her hands and knees upon the bed, she turned her head, looking back at him with wild blue eyes that betrayed her innocence. 

"Don't move," He came up next to her, and ran his hand up the back of her thigh. Sara felt its warm touch, unable to stop the small groan leaving her body. She felt this rush of heat against her sex. Some core deep within her body turned on, heating her skin and making her face flush. 

He reached up to the curve of her ass, slowly moving across her body. Sara did not want to push back into him, didn't want to invite such a touch to continue, did she? She felt so torn, what was happening to her. Her body chose to react, a darkened hunger awakened by such simple pictures and a living fantasy. 

Behind her, he grabbed the bottom of the nightie, and pulled it down far enough so it would cover her ass. 

"Now look back at me, like you want to fuck me." 

Why did Sara think that look would not be hard to make? 

She turned, once more. Her hair hid part of her face. Lips were parted, taking in sharp breaths that her body could not quite control. Her face reddened, fully flushed, not just because of what he did, or what he said. She looked back at him, and thought what it would be like to fuck him. 

Her eyes half closed in a thought of pure lust, and she heard a loud click from the camera. A light flashed. 

"Perfect." 

She was so eager to look at that picture. She must look like a slut, wanton and unable to control such urges that her body gave off. It reminded her of the painting earlier, the woman who had been lost in her own pleasure, letting everyone see it. 

Is that what Sara was doing? Losing herself for everyone to see? No, not everyone. Just him. Sara wanted him to see, she wanted to lose herself for him. 

Sara did as she was told. He began to pose her. He would take pictures of her at different angles. He wanted her to look innocent, or sultry. He asked her to want to fuck him, or be angry with him. He made her giggle when he told her how perfect her ass was. 

And Sara began to get comfortable. The room got warm, and she had forgotten her near naked state. She began to move on her own now, a fluid motion against the camera. She would openly flirt, a tongue racing over her lips, or her hand running down one of her inner thighs. 

She lay on her back, her eyes wide and filled with ideas. He climbed up on the bed, standing at the end of it, the camera high, pictures being taken one after the other. 

"Touch yourself," He said, his low voice running down into her fingernails, and making a naughty smile appear on her lips. 

"Like this?" She offered, running her hands down to her breasts. She squeezed them together, pushing them up against the fabric. The silken material once more stretched and grazed against her. Sara tried to bite back a moan, but it slipped out. She closed her eyes now, oblivious to the furious sound of the camera capturing her body as it was washed in pleasure. 

Fingers found her hard nipples, and began to pinch them. She loved having her nipples pinched, playing with them. The thumb rolled across her, pushing up against that dark material. She loved the feeling. She had never been unashamed, never wanted the lights to be on when she touched herself, and never enjoyed such a lewd and candid eye upon her body. 

She moved further down. Excited fingers raised the nightie from her body, until she could slip under her own panties, and touch her heated sex. She cried aloud, her body bucking hard against such a touch. 

"Oh God," she was breathless, panting now, her hair a mess above her head, rolling back and forth as she moved. Her aching sex enjoyed the relief, grinding happily against just one finger pressing into her slit. She got lost in the rhythm she made, her legs spread wide, her body accepting the pleasure that ran through her. 

And then she felt his hand on her thigh.

"Please," She quaked, watching as he kneeled down against her, his hand running up to her sex. He centered in her legs spreading open, curious warm fingers replacing her own. She whimpered, when she saw him take over. One finger slid inside. 

"Oh god," She bucked against it, pushing it in deeper. She could feel the slick wet walls of her pussy grip him, trying to push him in further. For a moment she felt herself enthralled, writhing on his single digit, as she looked up at him, wondering, expecting. 

His mouth descended upon her. She could hardly stand the sensations flooding through her body, and this wanton desire of more. More. More and more. She had never wanted more, but now, quaking and reeling with such desire, she could only purr deep in her throat and beg for it. 

His tongue worked against her, finding her clit and pressing into it. When she bucked into him, her clit was trapped against his tongue, and lightening flashes of hot need races across her flesh. Her body could not respond to it all, threatening to spill outward, everything crashing down around her. 

Just as he slipped a second finger inside, she came. Sara cried out, throwing her head back and trying to form words, but none came. Instead, she erupted in sounds of pleasure, wild and intense, high enough in pitch for even the neighbors to hear. Her body slammed into him, bucking and grinding of its own accord. Her sex dripped with desire, clamping down on his fingers. 

Sara tried to breathe, but could not. She lay on the bed, open and spread, panting out the last of her strength. She felt him still inside of her, her body twitching and jumping every time he moved. 

She felt him move on top of her. 

"I'm not done with you yet," Sara whimpered as she heard his heated words, watching him move between her legs. She looked down, his cock fat and full between them, pointing straight at her open sex. The size of it, dangling against her thigh, frightened her. She had never taken one so big. 

"Please," She urged, throwing her arms around him, gripping him tightly, "Be gentle." 

She felt him line up against her, the head of his cock invading her entrance. She spread her legs wide, feeling the hot desire with just the tip. When it spread her lips open, slowly, pushing those first few inches into her, waves of sensation thrummed through her. She couldn't take it. 

"Oh god," The head slipped inside. It lay between her walls, throbbing and warm. She could feel his heartbeat, running through his cock. She had never been filled out like this, never had anything so intense before. It wasn't until the initial ache dulled away that she could feel the rising urge erupt between her legs. It was strong, fierce, gripping her as she curled a leg around him, her heel digging into his ass. 

She didn't understand even as she tried to pull him further into her. 

"Fuck me," She growled, into his ear, her teeth coming out to bite him, "Fuck me." 

His cock slammed into her. She felt every inch force its way inside of her. She had to cry out, scream against his body, clutch him tight as if he were the only thing in the world. Her body gripped him, guiding every inch as deep as he could go. It wasn't until she felt his body tight against hers that relief came from her shaking thighs. 

She needed more. 

Sara did not understand it. This was all new to her. She had never wanted to be fucked before, never grinded against someone and begged for more. Her idea of fun and exploring in the bedroom was to leave the lights on. She had enjoyed her sex life, she did not love it, but she did not hate it either. It had become a mediocre dull roar that she had accepted. 




The Valentine Package



This man, this photographer inside of her, on top of her, taking what he wanted from her body brought out some new undiscovered side that Sara simply could not ignore. She raked her nails against his back, feeling them leave marks as he began to fuck her. 

She wanted to be used. She wanted to be treated like a whore; she wanted him to find her desirable. She loved the look of her legs wrapped around his tight ass, pumping into her, how her high heeled shoes went perfect against his skin, how she had to hold on, her grip intense, and her knuckles coming white as she was bombarded by her own pleasure, running through her with each hard stroke of his cock. 

He fucked her, hard enough so her entire body moved against him on the bed. She felt like a ragdoll, being torn in half, ravaged in every way possible. She wanted to cry out his name, to tell him that he was hers, but she didn't even know his name. 

Why didn't she know his name? 

Instead, she bit him, holding back her own scream as she came once more. Her pussy gripped his cock, his mad thrusting inside of her, forcing her open and pushing her pink velvet walls wide, and she could only hold him until he stopped. 

As she came it was too much, and it was not enough at the same time. She wanted him out of her, she wanted more. She kissed him fiercely, finding his lips, wanting to hate him and take him over and over again. 

He came inside of her. His cock pressed in deep, and then erupted hot and fierce. She loved the feeling, as his cock twitched, filling her to the brim. He kept it deep inside of her, until he was finished, holding her down as she still quivered and shook under his strong and gentle touch. 

She felt him finish, slowly withdrawing from her. She could do little to stop him, but her weak grip did want to keep him next to her. Instead, she fell from his touch, lying spent across the Valentine sheets, against the pink velvet drapes and curtains surrounding them. 

It took her time to get back to herself, remembering who she was and what she had done. For the time being Sara could only breath, feeling her body tingle with the past sensations, pins and needles of pleasure keeping her pussy enticed and twitching as he leaked out of her. 

"I...," she said, as soon as her voice caught, "I should be going." 

He nodded. He was dressed once more, and held the camera up. She didn't move as he took another picture of her. She wondered what it would look like, to see her laying back, relaxed, still twitching from what he had done to her. 

Slowly, she got up, and retrieved her trench coat. It only made her feel like that much more of a whore when she put it on, knowing she would have to walk back to her car wrapped up in this, another man's cum leaking down her thighs. And even that thought turned her on all the more.

"You will get the package in a week," He said, pulling away the blanket to reveal his apartment. It was like pulling away the warm walls of sleep, and ending the dream. She walked out, on unsteady legs, heading back towards the door she had come from. 

"The package?" She turned, her hand resting on the door. 

"Valentine package," He said, glancing down at the camera. She had forgotten. Sara blushed, how silly of her. She had come here for a sweet erotic Valentine's package. 

"Come back in a week. They'll be ready." 

Sara pulled away, biting her lower lip. It would be a chance to see him again, to see his pictures, the selfish acts of wanton display for him, and indulge in his every fantasy once more.

She glanced down at the not quite closed trench coat, seeing the nightie underneath. 

"I forgot to give you back the lingerie," She said. 

He shook his head, grabbing hold of the door, "Keep it. Wear it for me when you get back." 

Sara could only beam, buttoning up the coat. She smiled at him, eyes sparkling with her own awakened desire.



The Valentine Trap



"...and he's sooo cute and good looking and ..."

Penny was an 18-year-old, raven-haired beauty who currently had a dreamy look in her eyes -- as she always did when she thought about William, something she had done a lot of in the last year. Her sister, Cynthia, two years older and similar in appearance, shook her head in mock desperation. They were sitting at the dinner table, and although it was already well past noon, both were still in their nightgowns. Their parents had left just yesterday for a skiing vacation, and Cynthia had convinced Penny to sleep late and then indulge in breakfast in bed.

"... just look at his arms, so strong, and his smile..." Penny continued distractedly, and Cynthia sighed in exasperation.

"Penny, dear, explain this to me again so I can understand. William is good looking and nice, and you obviously like him. When he invites you to go out to eat and to the cinema with him, why do you always back out? Always reject him? Why? I don't get it." 

They had had this same conversation many times now, but Penny was always too shy to do more than look at William from a distance. Before Penny could answer Cynthia's questions with her usual list of excuses, Cynthia saw something on the street.

"Penny, you'll never guess who's just arriving! Your William! And he has a rose in his hand!"

But instead of being happy, Penny went white as a sheet. She immediately backed away from the window, without even looking out, and took cover near the curtain.

"William? Here? But why?" she asked, her voice shaking.

Her sister gave her a withering look. "Do you ever look at your calendar? It's Valentine's Day! And I don't think he's here on my behalf!" she scolded her sister. "Good gracious, calm down, sis!"

Penny was once more overwhelmed by her extreme shyness. "Oh no, Cynthia! Tell him I'm not here!" she begged her sister, tears in her eyes.

"Penny!" her sister answered. "That's enough. You know I won't lie for you any more!"

For the past two years, Penny had been recovering from a failed relationship. The scars that resulted from a boyfriend who had made her a laughing stock still went deep. Penny's almost pathological shyness was one of these scars. When Cynthia had finally realized this, she had sworn to help her sister get through it. In their family an oath was an oath, binding whatever the consequences would be.

Penny's eyes were wide with fear and called Cynthia back from the past. "I... I'll leave the house. I'll hide in the garden," Penny said anxiously.

"Penny." Cynthia said in a dangerously quiet voice. "It's snowing, and you are only wearing a thin nightgown."

That was true. Penny looked down at the nearly transparent negligee Cynthia had given her on her 18th birthday last week, an additional and unexpected present. Penny had gone beet red when she saw it the first time. Thank God her sister had insisted that she open it in private.

A cold breeze swirled suddenly through the room, and they heard a muffled bang.

"Oh, a window!" Cynthia realized aloud. "Stay here, sis, I'll close it. And I'll tell William that you'll be in bed all day. Is that okay? But you really have to. I won't lie for you! Swear it!"

Penny swore it immediately then hugged her sister. She was relieved. A whole day in bed was not what she had planned, but it would be a solution. She took deep breaths and gradually calmed down while Cynthia went to see about the window. Somewhere above a stair creaked.

Returning from her task, Cynthia said, "I'll always help you, Penny, you know that. Do you feel better now?" Penny nodded. "Really? Good! And now off to your bed, little one." Cynthia smiled encouragingly and sent Penny to her room.

It's so nice to have a caring sister, Penny thought, opening the door to her room. Then entering she saw...

William. Sitting in her bed, his chest naked, his lower half hidden under her blanket. He had a rose in his hand and a very nervous smile.

Penny's heart skipped a beat. Then she heard her sister behind her, laughing quietly.

"Cynthia!" Penny was still shocked. She didn't move at all, not even shaking, just staring at William whose face had turned red. Cynthia put her hands on her sister's shoulders.

"Oh Penny, I promised to help you. All that mooning from both William and you, and yet never coming together... I had to interfere. The nightgown was William's birthday gift to you. He gave it to me and I made sure you were wearing it today. Then I left the back door open for him, and he came in as I had told him to do. The cold breeze was him, as was the stair creaking. I distracted you when he gave himself away, but you were too panicked to even notice. The doorbell never rang, you know..."

Then Cynthia smiled at her sister and looked toward William.

"And now you've sworn to stay in your bed for the whole day," Cynthia said. She smiled as the implications of Penny's oath dawned upon her little sister.

Penny's mouth was still wide open at her sister's betrayal. She looked at both of the conspirators, then her shoulders sagged in defeat. She had sworn it. There was no way out of this bond.

The sisters' eyes locked. Cynthia's look was gentle and encouraging, and gradually Penny's eyes showed some more color, and then a tiny sparkle. Cynthia took a deep breath in relief.

"Now, sis," Cynthia said gently, "go to your William." Then in a much quieter voice, so that only Penny could hear her, she added, "Before he sees that you've shaved. His present is really quite transparent!"

As realization dawned on Penny, she squeaked once, then rushed toward William and slipped beneath the sheets, daring him to comment on her actions or figure. William just took her into his arms, holding her close. For a moment nothing happened, and then Penny literally melted into his arms. Her sister took a second relieved breath.

"Have a happy Valentine's Day!" Cynthia wished both of them. Then she silently left the room, closing the door behind her, already forgotten by the two lovebirds who finally had come together in each other's arms. 



The Valentine's Affair



It was Valentine's Day, and it was dark and stormy. It had been raining all through the night and into the morning, a cold winter rain with a dark sky that didn't show any signs of stopping. It wasn't the passing rain that Southern California usually experiences, and Andrea loved it and appreciated it as a welcome and exciting change from the usual.

She had just finished up her shopping early in the day, picking up the things she needed for around the house. She was glad that she had most of the running around done and had the rest of the day free to herself. Maybe she would finally be able to go home and relax and catch up on some of her favorite shows and enjoy the stormy weather. As she walked to the car, the wind and rain pulled at her umbrella as her phone buzzed with a text message. She reached for her phone to see who it was from and immediately stopped walking as a wave of nervous energy spread like a shockwave through her body. It was Jill.

Although they exchanged numbers after the day their yoga session turned into something much more fun and exciting, she hadn't heard from her since everything that happened that day. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about her or her friend Kelly since that day...and had actually used several of her moments alone to lay on the couch or bed and allow her mind to wander back to that day to replay every detail of what happened over and over in her mind while gently rubbing and fingering her pussy.

It was so fun and exciting remembering all the fun she had in the shower and on the bed with both of them! It was one thing to be excited by the memories of everything that happened that day, but another thing to grow frustrated that Jill and Kelly had not contacted her since...it had been over a month! Maybe it was just a one-time thing, she thought.

Maybe they were embarrassed by everything that happened so strangely and suddenly and maybe that was the reason for the silence. She half-way expected never to hear from them again or meet awkwardly somewhere like a grocery store in the near future. Her frustrations altogether vanished with the text and gave way to complete and total shock and nervousness.

She couldn't believe it was actually her, and was at first too stunned to even read the message, let alone consider responding. Curiosity finally allowed her to overcome her nervous fear and she opened the message. It said, "Hey, I know we haven't talked in a bit but I need a little help getting my house ready to surprise my husband for Valentine's Day. I don't think I have enough time. If you're not busy, do you think you can help real quick?"

She finished loading the car and sat down. She felt excited and nervous to reply. The first thought that came to her was how Jill seemed to be able to read her feelings when she caught Jill and Kelly together in the shower. She remembered that it was Jill who had noticed that she chose to stay and watch and was the one who decided to do something about it. She was somehow able to sense her curiosity and how she became frozen in wonder and how her pussy seemed to tingle at the sight of the women making out and touching each other in the shower right in front of her. Rather than leave her out or ignore her, Jill was the one who walked out of the shower to grab her by the pussy and pull her into the shower, doing exactly what needed to be done to help her join them together. She pulled her into a fun situation that she had thought and fantasized about but never thought could or would actually happen.

If it weren't for Jill, she would have not experienced that day the way she knew she was meant to experience it. She knew it, and was happy that Jill invited her in to join them.

She caught herself daydreaming in her car about everything that happened in the shower and on the bed...remembering how Kelly was masturbating almost uncontrollably with her eyes fixed entirely on the sight of her and Jill rubbing and grinding their hot and slippery pussies together. As she thought of how to respond to the text, other thoughts filled her mind, preventing her from answering right away.

What if it was like Kelly said in the shower and everything "just sort of happened?" Was it really maybe just a one-time thing? It probably was. Jill was married with kids, too...but did she do things like this with lots of girls? She probably had texted simply to reach out and be friends rather than have some sort of awkward weirdness between them or the chance of an awkward meeting.

"Screw it!" Andrea said out loud, as she started to text her back. Whatever happened, happened. I'll just go with it. She would probably be a good friend anyway, bold, nice and also very attractive. "Sure, what do you need and when do you want me to come by?"

While waiting for the next text to come back, Andrea had another memory come to her. All she could think about was staring down between her legs and seeing Jill down there, staring into her eyes as she slowly kissed at her lips, sucking them into her mouth while gently pulling away and releasing them with a beautiful kissing noise over and over. She thought of how Jill would then push her mouth into her pussy and deeply French kiss her while looking into her eyes as she would grind her hips up and down with the pace of Jill's tongue.

Her pussy suddenly tingled deep inside and her little clit started to stiffen at the thought. Then the phone buzzed again, rudely awakening her from the daydream of how Jill kissed her pussy that day. Andrea shook the thoughts away as a fantasy that would never happen again.

The reply text said, "Just come by. My hubby gets home at 2:00 and I have to be done before that. The door is open and I am upstairs decorating."

Andrea wrote back, "I'm on my way. See you in about 20 minutes."

She started driving and suddenly was struck with a self-conscious feeling. She had done her hair, but wanted to redo her make up. As she started putting it on, it dawned on her that maybe deep down she wanted Jill to think that she was hot and beautiful and was definitely trying to look her best and at her most attractive for her. After a few minutes of making sure she looked great for Jill, she was finally satisfied with her looks and continued her drive.

Andrea pulled into the driveway of Jill's house. She was home, and her car was in the driveway. It was a really nice home with white stucco and Spanish tile. You could see all the way down the hill and across the ocean to Catalina from the driveway. It looked the part, definitely something straight out of California. A brick pathway led from the driveway, through a little courtyard to the front porch. The courtyard was cute, with tropical plants and flowers surrounding the perimeter and a fountain on the wall.

Andrea walked up to the raised brick porch and reached out to knock on the heavy wood door, but there was no answer. She started to text but remembered that Jill had asked her to come in when she got there. She let herself in using the heavy latch to open the door to find that there was a trail of pink rose petals leading from the entry way up the stairs to her left. Andrea thought it was really cool that she was doing something so fun and special for her husband and though that she might do something like that for her husband, too. She followed the trail up the stairs, admiring the home as she climbed up.

At the top of the stairs, the trail of flower petals followed down a hallway to the right and stopped right at a set of double doors. Andrea followed the trail to the doors, where she stopped. It was odd to be allowed into someone's house who you had just barely met, especially to go into what was probably a bedroom...but Jill seemed so laid-back that Andrea just thought it was probably her nature and she was overthinking it. Then again, she reasoned that they also had pretty fun girl on girl sex with each other, so being allowed to let yourself in might not be that big of a deal, either. However it all happened, the fact remained that she had gone through with it and was inside her house.

Andrea knocked on the wooden double doors. After what seemed to be a long time, Jill's voice answered, "It's open!" Andrea opened the door and couldn't believe everything in front of her. It was like Hallmark cupids had invaded the room...it looked really cute! The ceiling could not be seen because it was covered with pink, red and white heart shaped helium balloons.

The bedroom had a fire in the fireplace and it was really warm and toasty inside, which was perfect considering how cold and stormy it was outside. There were candles lit on the dresser and on the nightstands of the bed, but no other light was on. Only the fire and candles lit the room. A sign reading "Happy Valentine's Day!" in large red foil letters hung on the wall behind the bed...but she wasn't really prepared to see Jill. 

This was the second time in a row that Jill did something that made Andrea stand completely still and frozen...the first being catching her and Kelly in the shower together. This second time was even more of a shock.

Earlier that day, Jill was hard at work trying to put together the pieces of a plan she had slowly put together in her mind since the last time she saw Andrea and Kelly at their yoga session at Andrea's house. It was often in her personality to throw a little bit of caution to the wind and risk putting herself out there, and her idea this time was certainly no different.

Up until that day, Jill had also never experienced anything like what happened, and although she had a lot of thoughts and curiosities about what it would be like to be with another girl, had never been even close to a situation like that. Frankly, she didn't generally even like other women. She found them to be vain, stuck-up, catty bitches for the most part. She also knew she loved her husband very much and loved getting a generous amount of dick from him whenever she could.

Things were different with Kelly and Andrea because they were different than other girls...they were nice and fun and not complete bitches. These qualities caused her to start to be attracted to Kelly and she had been nervously trying, unsuccessfully, to somehow break the ice between them for quite some time.

The day that everything happened, she knew Andrea would be there. She was attracted to her, too, but didn't really think that she would do anything with a girl and didn't really have a chance to get a feel for her, as they had just recently met through Kelly at the gym. Before she left to take a shower, she did notice Andrea staring at her and even caught her staring at her boobs a couple of times, but dismissed it because a lot of girls think other girls can be hot or sexy, so it wasn't such a big deal to her and she didn't give it much of a second thought.

Jill was so nervous to send that message that morning...because she knew it would leave her no choice but to try and make her plan come true. Everything made it so hard to send the message that the nervous energy was uncontrollable and her hands would hardly cooperate as she tried to text, shaking and misspelling everything so much that it felt like it took forever to write the stupid message.

She had spent a lot of time over the last month thinking of everything that happened, too. Something inside her really felt fun and exciting being with Andrea and Kelly. She was scared that Andrea wouldn't go along with everything she put into her plan, that she would be left extremely embarrassed, and that it would ruin everything, including their friendship.

The moment she got the text back from Andrea that she was on her way, she felt every nerve in her body twinge and she felt like a ball of electricity. It was actually happening and there was no way to stop it. If she was going to put her plan into motion, it was now or never. She knew that she did not have a lot of time to get everything ready or to second guess everything she wanted to do.

Quickly, she went to the bathroom mirror and took a few deep breaths. Her hair and makeup were done ahead of time in the hopes that Andrea would agree to come by. She took off her robe and started put on the Valentine outfit that she had picked out for the occasion. She had picked out a black silk cupless bra with pink flowery lace trim. She put it on and looked at herself in the mirror.

She was immediately terrified that her plan was way too over the top and that there was no way that Andrea would go along with it. But it was too late to turn back now. Besides, she thought to herself that her titties did look pretty awesome in that bra, making her nipples point upwards. She grabbed the garter belt and thigh highs that matched the outfit and put them on, followed by her pink matching high heels. There were matching panties, too...but she would not be putting them on just yet. She admired herself in the mirror for a moment, but had to hurry.

Knowing that Andrea might be just minutes away, she looked at the room. She hoped that Andrea would quickly realize that getting the room ready for her husband was all just a lie, and would know that it was all done for her...that she was going to try to make herself Andrea's special Valentine's Day present. She quickly lit the fireplace and all the candles in the room, which she thought looked great against the dark and rainy sky outside. All the balloons she had blown up that morning covered the entire ceiling.

Finally, she went to her nightstand and pulled out a large purple silicone vibrating egg. It was about as big as a large lemon and had a cord with a remote control attached. It had a clear and sparkly purple silicone gel skin covering the hard plastic inside. It was slightly squishy and it was covered with lots of soft nubby bumps about the size of rounded off pencil erasers.

Setting it to pulse with strong vibrations every few seconds, she held it close against her completely shaved pussy, the pulses of a few seconds of pleasure buzzing onto her freshly shaven clit and lips. She spent more than a few minutes using her hands to grind the egg up and down her pussy while grinding her hips to match the motion. As her pussy began to get more and more slippery she became almost addicted to the buzzing sensation. She slowly slid the egg between her now swollen and pink slippery lips, pushing it against the entrance to her pussy with two fingers with just enough pressure to part her lips without letting it get quite past the point where her hungry pussy would swallow it up. She would begin to slowly insert the egg, but would use her muscles to push it out, over and over, fucking herself gently with the large egg without quite letting it slip inside as it buzzed away on her lips and stiff clit.

Losing track of how long she was playing, she noticed that she had forgotten the finishing touch. She pushed the egg past the point where it would slip inside, the entrance of her vagina resisting the girth of the egg until she pushed with enough force that is suddenly slipped right inside, sliding deeply inside of her hungry pussy. She gently moaned as the egg quickly slid deep inside, the inner muscles of her slippery pussy pulling it deep and clamping around it tightly. She put the remote control in her garter belt and ran out of the bedroom and downstairs to the kitchen.

She grabbed large glass bowl filled with rose petals and scattered them on the floor of the entry way. She could only manage to throw a couple of handfuls of petals at a time, as she couldn't help stopping to gently slide her fingers up and down her slippery pink lips and clit as the toy inside of her started working its magic. After a few stops on the way up to tease her hungry pussy and stiff clit even more, she finally made it up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Closing the door behind her, she continued dropping petals across the floor and onto the bed, right where her now starving pussy would be waiting in hopes of Andrea's Valentine's kisses. Laying on the bed, she pointed each of her feet at the end posts of the four post bed. Starting with her left ankle and followed by the right, she wrapped the heavy velcro straps around her ankles. 

The ropes from the post to the straps did not leave any room for her to close her legs. Reaching behind her pillow, she grabbed her final accessory. Her handcuffs. She placed the handcuff on her right wrist and clicked it closed. She knew that once she reached behind her head and closed the next cuff on herself, that she would be shackled to the headboard and at Andrea's mercy...if she decided to leave after seeing her, she would be stuck there.

Would she leave her there after seeing her? Breathing in deeply, she closed the cuff over her left hand. Now there was no way out of it now. Would Andrea even show up? Would she get nervous and not come? She couldn't answer the phone or text now. "It is all in her hands now," she said to herself as she started gently moaning and sighing as the egg buzzed away and worked its magic inside of her. She noticed that she was starting to get hot, and that her breathing was getting heavy, and that she couldn't seem to stop rocking her hips up and down.

Her pussy wanted more, and had become so swollen and pink. Her clit was now fully erect, the vibrating egg buzzing powerfully from within to tease it from inside her pussy.

Losing herself to the feelings, she lost all sense of time, so much that it startled her when there was a knock at the bedroom door.

"Oh my God!" she said to herself...she came! She was actually here! Although she had spent all day preparing herself and the room, she still felt unprepared and scared. It seemed to take forever for her to find her voice. "It's open!" was all she could manage to say.

Jill was able to watch Andrea walk into the room and take a look at her surroundings, but just as Andrea turned to find Jill on the bed, a wave of pleasure swept over Jill from the toy inside of her. He head snapped back as her eyes rolled up and she moaned uncontrollably. Her body stiffened as her hips uncontrollably rocked in a grinding and humping motion. As the wave of pleasure washed over her, she was able to again fix her eyes on Andrea. "Do you like your Valentine's present?" was all she asked.

Andrea stood there, a look of total surprise on her face and her body frozen in shock...even moreso than receiving the text or finding Jill and Kelly in her shower together. Andrea noticed her cute outfit and shoes, her makeup and especially that Jill was looking her right in the eyes...the same eyes she remembered looking up at her as she deeply kissed her pussy last month.

Andrea's look of shock began to melt away into a slight smile, as she noticed that Jill was looking incredibly hot and had tied herself up and done this all for her...it was flattering to her in a way. 

Andrea said, "How did you know I would come or that I would stay?"

"I didn't...I was just hoping you would...and I noticed you didn't leave again", said Jill, smiling and slightly sighing between her words.

"What do you want to do?" asked Andrea.

"I think that's your decision...I'm the one that's tied up."

Andrea paused there for a moment just watching everything that was happening in front of her. She could feel that the room was very warm from the fire in the fireplace and it felt good on her face from having just walked in from the cold wind and rain outside. Other than the warm sensation, all she could focus on for the moment was Jill.

She looked even hotter than the day they played in the shower and on the bed after their half-naked yoga session along with Kelly together at her house last month. Andrea first looked at Jill's legs and saw that they were restrained to the posts of the bed by pink, thick ropes. Each ankle had a black Velcro cuff around it, the ropes pulling her legs apart. Each foot was inside a cute pink high heeled shoe and each leg was in a thigh-high stocking, which were shiny, silky and black with black lace trim around the openings.




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"Holy shit!" she thought to herself. "She did this all for me?" 

The thigh highs were long, going almost all the way up Jill's legs and there were tiny pink bows and lace around the top back lace portion of the hose which matched her shoes and toenail polish and even the ropes almost perfectly. Andrea noticed that Jill's feet were flexing and twitching and curling in their cuffs and that Jill's legs were muscular and powerful looking as they flexed in the restraints, but still looked very feminine in every possible way.

Why were her legs and feet flexing and moving like that? They were gently spread apart by the pulling of the ropes, which allowed Jill just enough room to bend her knees slightly. Andrea noticed that the thigh highs had straps in the front and back which attached them to a black lace garter belt with matching pink bows and lace trim, but also that there was something clipped to her garter belt.

As soon as Andrea noticed the object clipped to Jill's garter belt, Jill began to quietly cry out with pleasure at each exhale. The hot and cute little noises caused Andrea to shift her stare from the garter belt to Jill's face and their eyes met, Jill locking her blue eyes tightly onto Andrea's and not releasing her gaze. Jill looked gorgeous to Andrea, her short brown hair was done nicely and she had full lips and blue eyes that looked sharp but just a little mischievous at the same time...but seeing her so horny and aroused made her almost irresistible to Andrea...and the fact that she did this all for her made it all the better. 

The sounds of Jill's pleasure became louder and faster with each breath until after about a full minute the noises were loud and Jill lost almost all control, never breaking her gaze. Andrea was amazed at how deeply Jill could look into her eyes, not yet breaking her stare even as she started to cum. Jill was able to stare deeply into Andrea's eyes until the pleasure buzzing away inside of her was just too much, and she let a gasping breath out. She bit down hard on her lower lip as her eyes finally broke their stare and rolled back uncontrollably...and by the sounds of pleasure coming from Jill, Andrea could tell that she was in the middle of an intense orgasm.

Her hands curled into fists and the muscles of her arms strained. Her head snapped back over and over again and her body stiffened as her back arched forcefully, jutting her softball sized perky tits straight to the sky. The sudden force of her arch caused her breasts to jiggle and quiver within the confines of their cupless bra almost hypnotically until they came to a stop. Jill's nipples were very pink and fully erect, and as her chest was thrust out, looked almost as if they were screaming out and begging for the relief of being sucked or licked by Andrea's hot mouth and kisses.

Again, as the following wave of pleasure became more intense, her hips started rocking up and down in a humping motion, almost as if she had a large invisible dick grinding away inside of her that she was trying to ride very hard as it pulsed and churned deeply inside of her. Seeing her hump away at the air and arching uncontrollably made Andrea smile, and her pussy started to tingle deep inside as she watched Jill's body and expressions as she came. Her face was almost unbelievably hot as she came, and her face and chest were now pink and sweaty with heat and arousal.

The rocking of Jill's hips as she orgasmed caused Andrea to move her eyes from Jill's lovely jiggling breasts down to her pussy. The first thing that she noticed was Jill's soft, pink pussy and that she had shaved. Andrea remembered that Jill had her pussy lips shaved from the clit down and had about a two inch wide landing strip of dark hair above her clit last time they were together. Today she was shaven completely bare. 

Even though Jill was rather thin and in good shape, her pussy looked soft and almost a little plump, forming a mound on her pelvis. Andrea could tell just how horny Jill was by looking at her pussy alone. It was definitely swollen and extremely horny, so much that you could even see that her clit was hard and that her soft pink inner lips had even started to part with the swelling of her outer lips, barely revealing the entrance of her vagina. If a little pussy could look ever look so extremely hungry and horny, this is what it would look like and it looked amazing.

Andrea then noticed the purple wire coming from between her pink lips and attaching to the remote control secured to her garter belt. Andrea wondered what exactly was inside of Jill's pussy that was driving her to such an uncontrolled reaction or just how long she had been plugged in! "This is one horny girl", thought Andrea to herself, "I'm halfway glad she is tied up!"

Andrea dropped her purse on the ground the way she dropped the dropped the towels when she caught Kelly and Jill in the shower, but this time it wasn't from shock...it was because she now had plans with her little Jill.

Andrea took off her sweatshirt as Jill recovered from her last wave of pleasure and her eyes again fixed themselves on Andrea, who could tell that Jill was starting to enjoy everything she saw.

Jill said, "I've always been attracted to nice big boobs on hot girls and I haven't been able to stop thinking about your big titties since we were together. Please show them to me again."

Andrea unhooked her bra and walked up to the foot of the bed, standing over Jill between her legs. She let her bra drop to the ground, revealing her beautiful breasts and hard nipples to Jill, who started to smile with a mischievous look as Andrea shimmied them from side to side for show. Jill shook her tits back at Andrea in return, jiggling them happily in return as she smiled.

Jill would have been embarrassed if Andrea knew how attractive she found her tits, and didn't want her to know just how much she had become obsessed with thinking about them over the past month.

@What are you going to do to me?" asked Jill, smiling slyly. Leaving her yoga pants and athletic shoes on, Andrea stared at Jill in the eyes and got down on her knees in front of her, taking her right breast into both hands, bringing her nipple slowly into her mouth. Andrea licked and sucked her own nipples for a while as Jill looked on, biting and licking her own lips and she stared and watched every move.

All Jill could think about was that she wanted some and what Andrea was doing just wasn't fair. After teasing Jill enough, Andrea removed her nipples from her mouth, which were now slippery and wet. Seeing this sight unfold in front of her began to send Jill into another wave of pleasure, and her breathing became louder and filled with her cute noises as she breathed out.

Andrea didn't know that since their yoga session, Jill had become almost obsessed with Andrea's breasts, and Jill often masturbated at night just thinking of laying on Andrea's lap as her tits would be hovering right over her face and just nurse away gently for hours while gently edging eachother's pussy towards orgasm little by little with light touches. Something about being masturbated by Andrea as she sucked away on her beautiful titties had become Jill's go-to masturbation fantasy for the last month. 

Just as Jill began to rock her hips and started humping away at the air again, Andrea leaned forward and, still holding her swollen right titty in both hands, placed her stiff nipple just below Jill's clit causing her wet pussy lips to part around Andrea's hard nipple. Jill's pussy was so wet and horny that there was a small puddle of her girl cum on the comforter below, and Andrea's nipple slipped between Jill's pink lips with ease, giving Andrea the sensation of tiny pussy kisses right on her nipple.

After going for so long without any stimulation to her swollen, aching and sensitive clit, the feeling of Andrea's stiff nipple rubbing away on her clit her was amazing. Her hips began to thrust away once again, but this time with the purpose of grinding her swollen clit against Andrea's nipple. Andrea assisted by moving her titty up and down along Jill's wet slit as she rocked her hips to hump her big tit. Jill strained to grind harder, but was restricted by her ropes and handcuffs from smashing her wet pussy down onto Andrea's tit the way she wanted to.

Her grinding became more and more intense and her smile melted away as she bit her bottom lip and her head snapped back and eyes rolled back again with the loudest moan yet. The tits of her fantasies were making her cum in real life, and it was amazing! Her body relaxed in her restraints once again and she smiled and exhaled loudly, "Oh my god Andrea that was good".

Andrea was starting to enjoy this...she knew she had the power to tease and pleasure Jill and was going to get everything out of it. Jill looked at Andrea and begged her, "Please, please feed me your titties...I want them in my mouth so bad". Andrea climbed up on the bed on all fours and, placing her hand flat against Jill's slippery pussy, moved her middle finger forward to part Jill's lips and went in to kiss Jill deeply.

Andrea moved to curl her middle finger so that she could tickle the very tip of Jill's clit ever so gently with just the tip of her finger. Andrea could feel Jill exhale through her nose and Jill kissed even deeper the more her clit was stimulated, a deep and loving Valentine's kiss. After several moments of kissing and clit flicking, Andrea removed her hand from Jill's pussy and placed both of her hands above Jill's shoulders on the bed and leaned down to feed Jill her left nipple, keeping it just out of Jill's hungry reach.

Jill licked and sucked for the nipple that was just out of reach until Andrea got just close enough that Jill could flick her tongue on it. Andrea shifted her right nipple into Jill's hungry mouth next, slowly lowering down, teasing Jill so much that she strained against her restraints to get just a little bit more off of the bed and to fully latch on to Andrea's nipple.

Jill looked into Andrea's eyes and quietly said "Please." Andrea then lowered the weight of her left breast onto Jill's face, and Jill's hungry mouth latched on completely and began to gently suck on Andrea. Jill sighed with the relief of finally having that nice big titty in her mouth and admitted, with her mouth full of Andrea's tit, "I masturbate all the time thinking about you playing with my pussy as I suck on your titties." Andrea stared down at Jill, who looked into Andrea's eyes lovingly, in her own version of heaven as she sucked away.

Jill had only been able to fantasize about what was actually happening over the last month, and experiencing it for real only ignited her passion for the moment even more. Andrea couldn't believe the sight of such a hot young woman being so into her and could tell just by watching that Jill wasn't lying when she said she thought about her tits all the time...she seemed to want them in her mouth more than anything and could feel how bad Jill wanted them by how well she sucked and kissed and licked away.

Suddenly, Jill lost suction and sighed out, another wave of pleasure starting to wash over her as the egg continued to buzz away inside of her and the sensation of sucking perfect big tits sent her towards the edge. "Please, touch it!" said Jill, begging Andrea to help her cum again. Andrea was going to help her, alright and she quickly yanked her yoga pants and panties off, throwing her shoes and clothes across the room. 

Quickly, Andrea shifted her body and interlocked her legs with Jill, feeling the hot and slippery sensation of Jill's horny pussy against hers as she moved to scissor their pussies together. Jill looked on with astonishment as Andrea locked their wet pussies together, remembering that the last time they did this, Kelly was looking on, masturbating herself wildly to the sight and encouraging them to hump as she rubbed her horny little clit and shoved her fingers deep.

Jill was so wet with her girl cum that instead of rubbing skin, their pussies slipped and slid on each other creating a very erotic sensation for the both of them to share...just exactly the way naughty girly sex should feel. The wet noises that came from their wet and swollen lips sounded as if they were beautiful and wet sloppy kisses as they humped their pussies together.

Jill said, "I remember fucking you like this last month and I loved it! It's like our pussies love making out with eachother!"

Andrea agreed in her mind...their pussies did really love eachother...and the feeling was intense and beautiful and extremely girly...oh god did she love humping little Jill like this. 

Andrea grabbed Jill's legs with her hands to help their pussies kiss even harder and Jill strained to position herself so that their pussies lined up perfectly together. Jill's hips began to thrust away as she begged Andrea to meet her with matching thrusts by encouraging her with a "Fuck me! Fuck me!" with every thrust. Andrea did just that, fucking her in return until Jill's back arched again and her thrusts became faster and more erratic as she came heavily with a loud moan, eyes open and staring at nothing on the ceiling.

Jill came over and over, body flexing and head rolling back with each wave of pleasure. After Jill's last orgasm passed, Andrea held their pussies in a tight embrace for a few minutes until Andrea finally pulled her pussy away from Jill's, a string of clear, sweet girl cum between their lips lengthening from pussy to pussy until it broke and fell on Jill's tights.

"Your pussy kisses just as good as you do!" said Jill.

Andrea loved that she was able to give Jill an amazing orgasm by humping their pussies together and loved how close it made her feel to Jill.

"And now I'll kiss your pussy just as good as you kiss!" said Andrea, as she got back on her knees at the bottom of the bed, face to face with Jill's gorgeous pussy.

"What is inside of you?" asked Andrea. 

"Just a little Valentines snack for my pussy...it's a little toy,"explained Jill.

"Can I see it?"

"Sure, but you'll have to try to pull it out of me."

Jill's pussy was so tight from having the egg and Andrea work up her little pussy that it her muscles had tightened up more than ever, straining and practically begging to clench down on a fat dildo or even Andrea's fingers. Andrea began to tug at the wires, but the toy inside at first did not budge. A little more pressure caused Jill to yank her legs apart as her knees buckled in.

"Oh my god it's so big in me right now," Jill cried as the egg began to move, stretching her tight and clenched little pussy. Andrea continued to pull and Jill moaned loudly as the toy started to part Jill's lips and peek out of her pussy. Andrea was amazed at how loud the toy was buzzing and how powerful it was, and seeing it peeking out from Jill was extremely sexy.

She could see that the toy was sparkly and purple and covered with nipple sized nubbins. Not only did it vibrate, but it also gyrated with gears like her own purple dildo at home. She continued to pull at the toy and Jill's pussy stretched even more...it looked like a large sized purple alien lemon to Andrea...like an electric fruit from an alien planet.

The full girth of the toy was now resting at the entrance of Jill's pussy, her fat and swollen lips wrapping around the toy and holding it just snug enough not to allow it to pop out or slide back into place deep inside of her. With a quick clench of her muscles, the slippery toy launched out of Jill and landed, buzzing and gyrating, onto the bed in front of Andrea's face.

Andrea picked up the slippery toy and stared at it in amazement...it really was one of the coolest toys she had ever seen. It was about the size of a big lemon and slightly oblong, almost like a rounded off football. It had some heft to it in her hand and it was built to be rather solid. It was covered with a jelly like skin that flexed and gyrated as the plastic gears inside twisted and turned inside of it. And did it ever buzz! The force of the vibration was so strong and loud that it was surprising that something like this could be so powerful. It massaged every muscle of her hand rather forcefully as she held it. 

Andrea took the remote control from Jill's belt and saw that it had two knobs which also acted as select buttons. A twist of the top button caused the vibration to become stronger and a push of the button caused it to vibrate in different patterns or constantly. The lower button caused the gears to wind at different speeds and a push of the button caused different gear patterns and different twisting and pulsing movements.

"It's amazing, isn't it! I love it and wear it in me all the time...usually nobody even knows." said Jill.

Andrea cupped the toy in her left hand and twisted the knobs and used the buttons to cause it to gently hum on and off every few seconds while gently gyrating. She lowered the slippery toy to her pussy and pressed it firmly against her lips, which wrapped around the toy easily with the mix of their girl cum, the buzzing stimulating her lips and clit. Holding it against her pussy, the buzzing began to feel amazing, and she began to grind the toy up and down between her lips, humping her clit with the toy and its little purple nubbins.

She began to get lost masturbating, experiencing the sensations of the toy when she heard Jill's voice say, "Hey, don't forget about me!" remembering that she too had lost herself to the sensations of the toy before Andrea arrived.

Andrea smiled and pushed the toy against the entrance of her vagina, which was stretching around the toy in a most pleasurable way. She pushed with more and more pressure until the force of her push finally overcame the tightness of her pussy and the toy slipped inside, sliding as deep as it could get while buzzing and pulsing inside of her. The toy lodged itself deep and the buzzing was so intense that it even buzzed her little clit from the inside.

She certainly hadn't forgotten about Jill, and leaned forward to begin gently licking and sucking at her lips with more and more intensity until she found that she was passionately making out with Jill's pussy. Jill started to softly sigh with each exhale, gyrating her hips to kiss Andrea's mouth back with her pussy. Moving her hand up to Jill's pussy, she began running her thumb up and down between Jill's lips, spending time to gently flick at her clit before tracing her thumb back down gently between her slippery lips to the entrance, barely inserting her thumb inside of her before returning back to her clit for a few more rubs.

Over and over, Andrea repeated this, paying close attention to how she would stroke Jill's inner lips and each time pressing her thumb a little further into Jill, who rocked her hips to try to get even more of Andrea's thumb inside of her until, after several slow strokes, she slowly inserted the full length of her thumb deeply inside of Jill.

Jill sighed out loud and smiled at having finally received the full length of Andrea's thumb and her pussy muscles clenched down hard as Andrea curled her thumb along the roof of Jill's vagina, her fingers and palm clamping down on the outside of Jill's pussy. Jill began to hump her hips as Andrea's plunged into her pussy with every stroke and her palm press against her clit as she arched and flexed her body. Jill loved the sensation of taking the full length of Andrea's thumb, and was being driven wild by the way her thumb tickled away at the roof of her vagina from inside of her.

Andrea withdrew her thumb and adjusted the dial on the toy...she needed more. She flipped her hand palm up, fingering Jill's wet lips with her pointer and middle finger before plunging them deeply into Jill while clamping her thumb securely against Jill's clit, rubbing it and making it squirt from side to side with the pressure of her thumb. Again, Andrea curled her fingers upwards to the roof of Jill's vagina, tickling her from the inside and she drove them forcefully inside of her, all the while allowing Jill to hump her clit against her thumb.




The Valentine's Affair



Andrea continued to finger her until Jill said, 'You can put more fingers in me if you want." Andrea took the suggestion as a request and removed her fingers, again dialing up the intensity of the egg as she sighed with delight at the buzzing and pulsating deep inside of her. She lined up all four of her fingers and slowly but forcefully plunged all four of them back home into Jill. 

Jill shouted, "Oh god yes!" as Andrea drove them deep inside of her, the hot walls of her pussy stretching to take all of her fingers, and once again pinning Jill's little stiff clit under her thumb. Andrea left her four fingers in place and gently rolled Jill's clit around under her thumb while she twisted her wrist as Jill started to softly buck her hips up and down onto her fingers. Andrea moved her fingers halfway out of Jill and quickly slid her thumb down off of Jill's clit and placed it against her middle finger.

Andrea was going to give Jill all five fingers, and slowly drove all five fingers back inside of Jill all the way to the knuckles. Jill screamed out, "Oh god good good good!" as all five fingers sunk inside of her and the knuckles of Andrea's hand began to stretch and strain at Jill. Jill loved it. She adored the sensation of Andrea's fingers working away deep inside of her and wanted to feel the stretching of Andrea's hand inside of her, even if it wasn't going to go all the way in.

As Andrea fucked her with all five fingers, she strained her hips and moved her pussy away from the force of Andrea driving into her, which she did over and over again with a slight twist of her wrist ever time. But Jill wasn't trying to escape from Andrea's thrusts. Jill continued to move her hips and pussy as far back as she could as Andrea pressed onward, feeling her knuckles straining her apart from the inside. 

Jill looked at Andrea and said, "Stay there, stay right fucking there," and stared Andrea right in the eyes while pushing and forcing her pussy down onto Andrea's hand with all the room she had given herself. Jill groaned out loudly as she pushed herself one last time onto Andrea's hand. The tightness of Jill's pussy was suddenly overcame by Jill's determined thrust, and Andrea's entire hand slipped deeply inside of Jill, her pussy lips now wrapped around her wrist, locking her hand more than wrist deep inside of her.

As her hand slipped deeply inside, Jill let out another loud moan while shouting "Oh yes fuck...your hand...is it really inside me?", her pussy muscles constricting and clamping down tightly as she spoke. 

"Oh my god" said Andrea, looking at her hand buried to past the wrist in hot pussy and then immediately at Jill's eyes to see if she was okay.

"Please, please fuck me Andrea", said Jill, "Fuck me with your hand!" It definitely sounded like little Jill was just fine.

Andrea began plunging her hand deeply into Jill, who was now writhing and bucking uncontrollably as Andrea fist fucked her. Jill was overwhelmed by the sensation...never had she felt so filled up and never had she felt something so intimate and wonderful with anyone as she felt right now...the pressure and stretching and pleasure was almost more than she could take. She relished each and every thrust.

After giving Jill a good solid hand fucking while on her knees in front of her, the toy had started to send Andrea closer to orgasm. She crawled up onto the bed, her right hand remaining firmly imbedded inside of her friend. As the toy buzzed away inside of her, Andrea needed to get her clit some attention. She straddled Jill's right leg, her wet pussy getting Jill's stocking sopping wet as she mashed her pussy down on Jill's leg with her stiff clit resting against Jill's shin.

She began humping away at Jill as she forced her hand deep inside of her, pumping her over and over.

"Oh god oh god oh god that's the best thing that's ever happened to my pussy" screamed Jill as she smiled. Again, she locked eyes with Andrea and started to uncontrollably vocalize her pleasure with every exhale, becoming more and more intense with each pump. It looked like Jill was starting to cum again.

Andrea's hips rocked back and forth on Jill's leg, her lips now fully wrapped around Jill's shin and humping as if it was a hard stiff dick between her lips. Jill's whole body began to tense up, as if she were a big bottle of orgasm set to explode...and Andrea could read this in her eyes and face. Just seeing the expressions of pleasure on Jill's face, Andrea started to cum, and clamped down even tighter on Jill's leg, the silky smoothness of her thigh highs providing an incredible surface for her pussy to rub against as the toy jerked and buzzed inside.

As Andrea felt the orgasm begin to build, she knew she was past the point of no return, and she thrust her hand into Jill even harder. Jill responded to the thrusting immediately, crying out, "Yes yes yes yes! Fuck me hard!" as her head snapped back

Andrea locked her legs and rode Jill's shin as hard as she could, thrusting into Jill with every hump. "Andrea stared into Jill's eyes and said "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming" and Jill nodded approvingly at Andrea, as she began to cum around Andrea's fist. Jill cried out a loud scream as her pussy pulsed around Andrea, both of the beautiful girls riding wave after wave of their shared orgasm.

Jill collapsed in her restraints, completely exhausted. Andrea delicately pulled her hand out of Jill, which was much easier to remove than she would have thought. She moved up to lay alongside of her, but not before undoing her legs and hands from their restraints. They didn't say anything for a long time, and just held each other and kissed softly while looking and admiring eachother and the time they just spent together, eventually giggling as they climbed under the sheets of the cum stained comforter as their body heat faded and the room became a little cooler.

"You were amazing!" said Jill.

Andrea replied, "And you are very brave...how did you know I wouldn't run away?"

"I didn't know for sure, but it was definitely worth the risk, apparently." 

"I loved our time together, but I have a serious question for you"

"What is it?"

"Will you be my Valentine?"

"Of course I will...I'll even be your girlfriend!it looks like the cupids play for the other team, too," she giggled.

"Ooh, okay! I think I'd like that...do you think that we will..."

"Have to get together soon for some more girly time? Of course, I think I would insist on t!"

"Do I have to leave...isn't your husband coming home."

"No, the truth is that he is in Florida for a conference right now...this Valentine's surprise was truly all for you!"

Andrea didn't ask any more questions about that subject just yet. Saying nothing more, she smiled and settled her head onto Jill's lap as Jill played with her hair and face. She was so happy that Jill reached out to her after that long month, and was somehow a little regretful that they hadn't started things sooner and that she was too shy to get a hold of Jill even though they shared their numbers.

She laughed to herself at the thought of herself and Jill masturbating at home alone to thoughts of each other, perhaps even at the very same time during the last month, wishing that the other would finally reach out and not knowing that they were each other's fantasy. Both of their regrets over feeling like they were missing out over the last month were soon to disappear completely, and that more exciting girl time was not to be that far away again.



The Valentine's Day Ball



Rose's family made polite rounds of the hall visiting and meeting friends and introducing her children. Leif and Violet were kissed and embraced and openly fondled by those they met. Leif's young cock was hard as steel from the many hands that had grasped it in friendly attention. Many of the hands were very friendly as their owners invited him share a dance or time later in the evening, not a few were men. Violet was just as warmly received by those she met. She returned the kisses and tongues and enjoyed the caresses on her pert little breasts. It seemed to be an accepted greeting for one to lightly stroke her bare puss or firm bottom. It was done so casually that she accepted it as she would have an offered hand to grasp. Both her children noticed that Rose seemed to be very much at home with the intimate greetings and the exposed bodies and wondered what it must have like to have grown up in this place and have always attended meetings such as this.

Presently there was music and someone announced the first of the dances. The dances were of several types but most involved the men and women moving in lines through and passed each other. As they passed by the women would grasp the now hard cocks of the men as they turned and moved. The men in turn either cupped a bare breast or placed their hand over the women's exposed cunt. It took several dances before Leif and Violet became comfortable with the intricacies of the patterns and with the touches. Leif was trying to concentrate on the moves and not on the hand holding his dripping cock for fear that he might cum. The couples would often promenade each with a hand on the other's bare bottom or turn about each other while touching cock and cunt. They would side step together he cupping both of her bare breasts and she holding his hard cock in one hand and his bouncing balls in the other.

Between the called dances were some waltzes where the two partners had even more close intimate contact. Leif and his mother Rose were dancing one such waltz when the constant brushing of his dripping cock head on her bare cunt and being in room full of all but naked people, caused the crisis to be immediate. As Leif felt the discharge build he gasped in embarrassment and tried to pull away from his mother. Rose guessed the reason and quickly went to her knees there on the dance floor and took her son's now spurting cock into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked and swallowed the hot cream shooting into her mouth. Around them the other dancers stopped and watched as this mother sucked her son's cock and then broke out into spontaneous applause. Leif had to steady himself by holding onto his mother's shoulders as he filled her mouth time and again.

When she could draw no more cream from her son's cock, Rose licked it clean and looked up at him with love in her eyes. She motioned for him to help her rise amid the laughter and applause. The dancers came then to kiss Rose's cheek and pat her son on the back, offering him congratulations for a job well done. 

The mother and son display seemed to be a signal for others as soon there were many cocks in many mouths. Women were assisted to nearby chairs where they spread wide their legs while a son or brother or husband knelt there to tongue their wet cunts. People still danced or visited around the great room but many were now otherwise occupied. Leif sat to rest and looked around to see couples adjust themselves so that she could sit on his cock, some facing her lover and others facing away perhaps to watch others or to accept another cock in her mouth. Across the room a woman leaned over a chair while her lover pushed his cock into her from behind. The view served to renew his cock to hardness.

Violet was captured from her dancing partner of the moment by her grandfather. He brought her an empty bench by Leif and turning her about was about to lower her onto his cock. Rose come to them and held her daughter's face in her hands as she kissed her pink lips.

"Violet darling, and you Leif," she said, "look around this room. Do you see all the love? All of these wonderful people are going to show how much they love each other by openly sharing their bodies. Many of these are my friends and relatives and they may ask you to share your self with them. They will love you as I have shown you and no one will ask to do anything they aren't willing to do in return. But the choice is yours whether you accept or not. No one will force you. They mean only to love you."

"But look closely at those you see now." She continued, "This first partnering is family. In the Village, the first time one makes love at a gathering like this is always within the family. This shows everyone that family is foremost in our love. They are the ones that have taught us how to make love and how to share that love. Love is never wrong and sharing love is the best part of loving. Your grandfather is about to show you and all of these other families how much he loves you. Show him your love too."

Rose had a tear in her eye as she guided her daughter back. She took her father's dripping hard cock and held it to Violet's tight pink puss as she helped her settle down on it. Once Grandfather's cock was deeply lodged in Violet's wet pussy, Rose came to the front of the fucking couple. She again cupped Violet's sweet face and kissed her lips, probing with her tongue. Covering her face with kisses and then her long slim neck, Rose kissed her way to her daughter's pink nipples and sucked and tongued them. She then knelt down and spread Violet and her father's legs wider and began to lick the flowing juices as they gathered at her daughter's cock filled pussy opening.

Leif watched as his mother sucked his fucking sister and stroked his renewed hard cock. He looked as his grandmother joined the family tableau. Grandmother knelt and replaced his hand with hers and her mouth as they watched the lovers fuck beside them. Rose felt her skirt lifted over her bottom and looked to see that it was her mother as she sucked on Leif's cock. She felt the fingers explore her wet cunt and probe inside. Moist clear oil was taken and spread on her tight bottom opening and a finger inserted there too. Grandmother sucked her grandson and fingered her daughter's cunt and bottom, fucking her wet fingers in and out.

Leif's grandmother lifted off his cock then and pulled him up. She stoked his wet dripping cock with a smile as she whispered in his ear. Leif dropped to the floor and on his knees came to his mother's bare bottom. Grandmother took his cock and using it as a tool worked it in his mother's wet cunt and then guided it to her lubricated bottom. She pushed on Leif's bottom and his cock until he was buried fully in his mother's open bottom hole. Grandmother laughed then at the wonderful sight. Her husband was fucking his granddaughter as his daughter sucked them while she in turn was being fucked in the bottom by her son. It was delightful to behold. All around them were other loving families fucking and sucking and sharing love with each other while showing everyone what family love truly was.

Feeling only a little left out Grandmother went to Violet and began to kiss and suck on her pretty little breasts. Soon she felt hands on her `as the others bought her into the play. Leif and his mother both managed to find a place for loving fingers in her open cunt and bottom. Grandfather had been fondling both of his granddaughter's breasts now spared one hand for his loving wife as he reached underneath to knead a still firm full breast as it hung down.

Soon the family of lovers brought the moment of joy to each other. Grandfather sighed and began to fill Violet's little puss with his hot cream. Rose sucked and licked the combined juices of her father and daughter as Violet let down her clear sweet nectar and Grandfather overfilled her pink cup. Leif gasped his release and shot charges of liquid love into his mother's bottom even as he felt her shudder as she too reached her climax. Grandmother felt her own flood over the fingers of Rose and Leif as much from the incredible loving moment as the fucking in her cunt and bottom.

The loving family came together in a kiss that slid from one cream wet mouth to another. They licked lips clean and sucked tongues until the juices of love were equally shared by all. As they sat back and rested they could see all about them the room was full of couples and family groups combined in every manner loving. Gasps of completions were all about them and words of encouragement. Pronouncements of love were given over spurting cocks and flooding cunts. Many exclamations of joy were muffled by a mouth filled with erupting cock or cut off by the sudden filling with clear cunt nectar.

Presently those quick to recover were moving about the ballroom in search of new partners. The younger people started a new series of dances which involved pauses where a dance partner was to kneel and kiss the cock or cunt offered, couples would stop long enough for the women to be lifted up onto the cock of the man and then dance away a turn or two. Most of the dance was designed to mix the couples as often as possible. More sedate partiers wandered the room and watched or participated in some of the groups. Around the walls sat those resting and watching, most were stroking themselves to renewed life or just for the pleasure in the view.

Leif and his sister Violet happily joined the dancers and noticed that many of the revelers were gradually shedding their clothing. This seemed to allow greater freedom for others to touch them. It wasn't uncommon for a couple to drop out of the pattern to find a place on a nearby bench to fuck each other. Both the brother and sister had many partners through the evening. Being new they were invited to join couples and groups all around the room.

Leif discovered that it was to his advantage not to stay with any one partner long enough to have to cum. He could suck or fuck a few strokes until he felt the crisis and then withdraw to rest until he was able to continue. His mother had taught him well in satisfying others with his tongue or fingers so that they did not feel abandoned before completion. He gladly accepted what was given him in return from women and men alike.

Violet was able to enjoy her self more completely and readily let down her juices over many tongues and cocks. She was offered a cock or cunt to suck every time she took a cock into her pink little puss. She happily accepted the somewhat smaller cocks of two younger twins into both her puss and bottom rose while their father shot his cream into her mouth. The mother completed the family devotion by sucking her sons juices from Violet's running openings.

The climax of the evening came with the announcement that as such a good time was being had and spirits were so high that a special arrangement would be formed. Rose gathered her children to her and whispered what was about to happen. They were more than willing to participate. Everyone began to remove the rest of their clothing if they were not already naked until the room was filled with bare bodies. At this point people began to gather in the center of the room. The naked bodies pressed closer and closer until they were surrounded, being touched on every side. Hands passed over breasts of every size, bottoms round and soft and firm and hard, cocks long and thick and smaller and smoother, hard and dripping. Every cunt was touched and stroked and every bottom was opened and explored, as every cock was squeezed and every sack of balls was hefted and handled.

All of the participants had each hand on a different person and were often being felt by several people at once. Violet at first felt confined and then a moment of panic as the bodies crowded closer and closer but then the hands covered her and her hands were guided to wet cunts and oil slick cocks. The mass of lovers moved like a pool slowly stirred. Always a new naked body to touch, always new hands caressing, probing fingers finding wet places to explore, until one was lost in the complete sensuality of the moment. As each person passed and touched they also offered their mouths and tongues until everyone's face was wet with kisses.

At some magic time in the swirling of bodies a point of over load was reached and seemingly of one mind the group fell into a mass of naked lust. Every cunt was filled with a hard cock or a wet tongue. Every bottom was probed by a seeking cock, a licking tongue, or wet fingers. Mouths went over cocks of every size as they came out of cunts and bottoms. Open cunts were sucked empty of juices and filled again. Every lover was loving more than one lover. Leif plunged his cock into yet another cunt as he held a cunt and it's fucking cock in one hand and someone sucked the wet fingers of his other hand. He felt the probing of a cock at his bottom and relaxed to take it in. None of the lovers stayed with him long enough to cum but moved on to others. Violet was being fucked in her tight little bottom as someone else sucked her puss. Her mouth was full of cock as were both of her hands. But only for a short time until they too moved on. 

Rose carefully stepped over the scattered naked bodies until she found her son and daughter. They had somehow ended together and Rose looked down at them with tears and love. Violet lay with her brother's soft cock just fallen from her mouth, still connected by a string of his cum. Her leg was thrown over her brother's chest and was leaking cream down over his cheek. They had clearly enjoyed themselves. Her own body showed the same signs, cunt and bottom both coated in spent cream. She couldn't recall how long it had been that she had swallowed so much sperm from cocks and cunts alike.

Rose gently awakened her children and led them to where their grandparents were waiting. They had gathered up the discarded clothes and putting on their cloaks over still naked bodies the family walked slowly home.

The rest of the night and most of the following morning they spent in the same bed, all sleeping with satisfied smiles. It had been a memorable Valentine's Day Ball indeed.



The Valentines Day Fiasco







The Valentines Day Fiasco



"What's going on?" I ask rushing passed him.

"There may be a bomb in front of the building," he replies.

"Oh my God, a bomb!" Marsha repeats over and over, holding her coat closed around her naked body as we rush down the four flights of stairs to the back exit of the building.

There are firefighters stationed on each of the landing between the flights of stairs to insure a safe and speedy evacuation. Rushing out the back door of the apartment building amongst the crowd of other residents, I realize what cattle must feel like being herded along. The firefighters direct us down the little alley behind my build and into the basement garage of another building almost a block away. I guess they are trying to get us in out of the cold and away from my building in case the bomb goes off.

"Why would anyone bomb an apartment building?" I ask.

"Why would anyone bomb any building?" Marsha replies.

A firefighter standing at the entrance to the basement garage overhears our conversation. "They're not sure it's a bomb yet. Someone spotted a briefcase laying beside the steps at the front door. We can't take a chance that it might be a bomb."

Suddenly Marsha's pretty face turns ash-white. Her mouth drops open. "Oh my God! It's my briefcase! I sat it down this afternoon to throw that snowball at you! I forgot about it."

"What!" the firefighter snaps.

"That's not a bomb, it's my briefcase," she answers.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"I'm sure I left my briefcase out front. Whether that's the one they think is a bomb or not; I don't know."

He gets on his radio and talks with someone for a few moments before he asks Marsha to come with him. He tells me to stay put. I object, but it's a waste of breath; he refuses to let me go with them. All I can think about watching them walk away from me toward the front of the building is that I may never see her again. Marsha keeps looking back over her shoulder at me, like she's scared. My mind fills with strange thoughts about her being dragged off to prison for causing such a huge false alarm; about a bomb going off and killing her; about her gorgeous nakedness under that fur coat.

Several minutes go by, my mind is working overtime. I'm terrified! What are they doing to my Marsha? A firefighter finally comes into the garage and announces the all clear. Like a thief on the run, I race to the front of the building. I try to stop as I round the front corner of my building, but I slip on the slick snow and slide right into three firefighters standing there, their eyes wide as I crash into them. They try to catch me, but I go through them like a bowling ball. They all remain somewhat on their feet. I end up sprawled on the ground, nearly buried in the snow.

A sudden pain is shooting through my right arm, which is twisted up underneath me. "Oh damn, I think I broke my arm! That really hurts," I cry out trying to get up.

As soon as I try to stand I discover a whole new meaning for the word pain. My left leg collapses out from under me. I scream and crash back into the snow.

The three bullies who knocked me down try to help me up, but I can't move. It hurts far too much to move. "Where does it hurt?" one of them asks.

"My ankle is killing me," I mumble through clinched teeth. "I think I broke that too. Oh shit, does that ever hurt!"

Marsha kneels beside me. "You just lay still for a minute." Her soft voice sounds so good and reassuring to me. "Are you sure it's broken?"

"If it ain't broken, it sure missed a damn-good chance," I try to joke.

"You just relax, Honey, the Paramedics are right here. They'll help you," Marsha says.

"Don't leave," I mumble. "I'm scared."

"I'm not going anywhere except to the hospital with you," she says with a sweet smile.

"You can't, you don't have on any clothes," I whisper.

"Oh damn!" she snaps, making sure her coat is still concealing her nakedness. "Give me your keys. I'll get dressed and get a cab to the hospital. I'll be there as soon as I can."

I try to get my keys out of my pocket, but of course, my right arm seems to be in serious disrepair at the moment and won't function. I love the feel of Marsha's slender hand gently sliding into my pant pocket. "Don't leave yet, please," I beg.

"I'm not, Honey." She smiles down at me.

"Are you okay? I mean, are they gonna put you in jail or charge you with anything?" I ask.

"I'm fine. A bit embarrassed, to say the least, but fine otherwise," she replies. "You wouldn't be laying here like this if I hadn't left that damn briefcase out here."

"It's not your fault. I'm the one who came charging around the corner like a mad woman," I reply. "They aren't gonna put you in jail are they?"

"Stop worrying about me. The Captain told me what a screw-up I am, but he shut up after I mentioned a nice donation to the Firefighter's Relief Fund. You're the one with the problem right now. Let's worry about you."

"I'm okay; it just hurts a little," I assure her.

"A little?" she repeats.

"Well, maybe more than a little; maybe a lot, but I'll live I think," I try to say with a smile.

"You better, little lady, you owe me. You got me all hot and bothered, and I'm still hornier than a three-peckered billy goat right now. You've really stood my world on end in the last couple hours," she whispers down to me.

"Good," I reply, with no trouble smiling this time. "But you better be saving all that horniness for me."

"You never have to worry about that, Sweetness," is the last thing I hear from her as an EMT pulls her out of the way so he could start working on me.

They are trying to be careful moving me onto a backboard and carrying me, but every little movement is met with intense pain. I can see tears rolling down Marsha's beautiful face as the EMTs load me into the ambulance. I hold my left hand out toward her.

I hear her yell, "I'll be there just as soon as I can."

The ambulance doors close, shutting me off from the one thing I need and want more than anything else on planet Earth, my wonderful Marsha.





The Valentine's Day gift



Death by chocolate. Straight from the carton. Ice cream scoop, no spoon. Lots and lots of whipped cream. Amber walked from the freezer with her ice cream. Settling into her papasan chair as she took her first bite, savoring the creamy sinfulness of her Valentines Day treat. As she slid the scoop into the ice cream again, she felt the warm tears sliding slowly down her cheeks. "This isn't how this day was supposed to be," she thought as she set the ice cream down, "I should be doing my hair, and getting ready to wear that slinky red dress Mark loves so much." Instead he had been caught with is dick in the blondes mouth, and now she was home wearing her terry cloth bathrobe and eating ice cream. The tears came fast and hard. She thought she had shed her last tear over him, but apparently Valentines Day found a few more she had yet to spill. 

Just a week earlier Mark had called her to see if she would be okay with him spending the night with "the guys". They were planning to go to Louie's Wings-N-Things and watch the basketball game, and then head back to Vic's place to play cards. Their card games had a tendency to go until dawn. She never minded this because Mark was good at poker, and usually came out ahead a couple hundred more than he left with. Amber told him she was fine with it, to go enjoy himself. In actuality she had been horny all morning and had been anticipating a wild evening between the sheets. "I love you Am," he had said before hanging up, "I have quite the weekend planned next week. It'll be a Valentines Day you won't forget."

"I love you too Mark. Make sure you clean them out so we can roll like the big spenders do next weekend," she had told him as they hung up the phone. With a whole day before her like a blank canvas she didn't know where to start. Amber ended up having lunch at Eunie's, and then went to Carol's Deep Massage Spa and treated herself to the works: facial, manicure, pedicure, mud bath, and a deep tissue massage. She left feeling like a million dollars, but no less horny. If anything the cute little redhead that had worked her over had made it worse. She settled for two slices of meat lover's pizza for dinner, and then drove to Mark's place. She parked around the corner so her surprise would be complete. She ate dinner, watched a movie, and then went to bed, planning to let him finder her lying in his bed naked when he got home. 

Amber awoke a few hours later, to the sound of stumbling in the living room. "He's hammered," she thought woefully, "well it just means you'll have to work harder to keep him up." After one last loud bump the stumbling stopped, yet Mark didn't enter the bedroom, and he didn't go to the bathroom. Curious she tossed the covers back and slid her bare legs over the edge of the bed. Poised to leave the bed her heart stopped, she could hear Mark moaning. Fearing Mark had fallen and hurt himself she walked quickly towards the living room. As she rounded the corner, she became frozen to the floor as her heart and stomach switched places. Mark's head was leaning back on the couch his eyes closed but looking to the ceiling; his mouth open, a long low moan passing his lips. She wanted the scene before her to be something else, anything else. She wanted him to be sitting before her jacking off but she knew that was only wishful thinking; jacking off didn't sound like a sloppy blowjob. 

"Mark," she called, "Mark what's going on." If she had any last scrap of hope that he was pleasuring himself, that scrap was shredded with the way he responded. His eyes snapped open, and his head turned to find her.

"Uh..Amber..I..." he started as he stood, his pants unbuckled, his hard cock glistening with saliva. As if from no where, a blonde woman with her shirt off and her skirt bunched at her waist stood along side him.

"You didn't tell me there was going to three of us," she said to Mark, her eyes roaming over Amber's sensual nude form, "but this is the kind of surprise I like." 

Taking Mark by the hand the blonde began to lead him towards Amber. Feeling his arm stiffen as she tried to move him she looked back, and understood. "Oh fuck, she wasn't supposed to be here was she?" Blondie asked him. Amber had seen enough. She dressed and was out the door in two minutes flat, despite Mark's protests and assurances.

A week later, sixty two unreturned messages, emails, and texts, and she still couldn't understand how fourteen months ends like this. They'd had their fights in that time, but that's what had her thinking this could be the one. "Maybe I'll talk to him next week," she thought as she had another scoop of ice cream, "and see if we can work this out." As she was spraying another blast of whipped cream into her mouth, there was a knock on the door. Startled she sprayed a little whipped cream along her cheek and into her hair. Setting it down she laughed as she looked at herself: whipped cream in her hair, wearing a bathrobe, at home alone on Valentine's Day. 

"I'm coming," she called as she walked to the door, the knock sounding again. Peering through her peephole she looked to see if it was Mark, making one last ditch effort to salvage the day. She could see the back of someone's head, and it wasn't Marks. Amber wondered who it was, as she hadn't been expecting anyone.

"Who is it?" she queried, her voice curious but tempered with caution.

"My name is Victor. I work for Living Cards, the singing telegram company. I'm looking for Amber Grey," replied a deep masculine voice, "I have a living card for her." Amber peered through the peephole again, and saw a pair of chocolate brown eyes set deep into a finely chiseled face looking back at her.

"I'm not really presentable right now...I was just getting ready to shower," she offered lamely.

"I can wait," he replied. "You're the last card of the day, and we aren't allowed to leave without having the recipient sign for their living card."

"If I sign for it, will you leave?" she asked. She was certain this was from Mark and she wanted no part of it, despite the man on the other door looking as if he'd just stepped from the pages of GQ. "I'm sure you'd rather be home getting ready for tonight," she added.

"I don't have any plans, but if that's what you really want, then sure I'll do it. But you'll be the first person that hasn't let me deliver their card," he answered with a real note of resignation in his voice. Amber opened the door.

"Come on in," she said, "the living room is that way." She followed Victor into the living room, where her death by chocolate was slowly turning into soup. "Excuse me a minute," she said as she cleaned up her treat. Returning to the living room she found Victor as she had left him, standing in the middle of the floor. "Ok, let's hear it," she said.

"Umm...you have some whipped cream in your hair," Victor said, a smile blooming on his lips. Amber blushed then laughed, the charm of his smile infecting her.

"Excuse me again," she said trotting to the bathroom. Returning for a second time she asked, "Am I presentable now?"

"You look great to me," Victor replied. "Roses aren't blue, chocolate's not green. I'm sorry for what I did, I know it was mean. Love Mark." Victor took a pad from his back pocket, and handed it to her, "Please sign here." Amber signed the receipt and handed it back to Victor. She felt a charge of excitement rush through her body when their hands touched. Suddenly she didn't want him to leave. Her mind floundered to find a way to get him to stay.

"You have a great voice. Thanks for convincing me to hear it. Listen, I don't have any cash handy for a tip..." she started, but he cut her off.

"No need to worry. Tips can be nice, but they aren't required. Would it be ok if I used your bathroom before I go?" he asked. Amber showed him the way then returned to the papasan chair. She sat with her legs curled beneath her, waiting for Victor to say good-bye. Her heart was racing as she thought of him leaving. "What is going on with me?" she asked herself. "For one thing you are hornier than a three peckered rabbit," she answered, "and for another thing he's hot!" Victor appeared before her as she finished these thoughts.

"I've never not tipped, and you can't be the first person to make me not tip," she told him with a wry pout upon her dainty lips, "you said you had no plans tonight, and you can see where my evening was headed. How about I order us some pizza and you can have dinner with me, we can throw in a movie. Sound like a fair tip?" She could see him thinking it over, her heart hammering like a drum in anticipation of his reply.

"Don't think me a fool for questioning a dinner invite from someone as pretty as you," he said, "but your living card was obviously from someone that cares for you right? I don't like the idea of being the other guy."

"Well, you're right, it was from another man. He cared so much for me that a week ago I found him with his dick between the lips of a blonde; who when she saw me, thought she was going to get some of me too," Amber replied, the hurt still evident in her words, "so you won't be the other guy, you'll be my dinner date on Valentine's Day. What'd ya say?

"Well...I've been all over town today, and I'm feeling rather grubby. I could really use a shower," Victor answered, "but a pizza sounds spot on."

Without thinking Amber replied, "You can use my shower if you'd like." Victor tilted his head and grinned at her.

"Weren't you getting ready to shower when I got here?" he asked, a knowing smile settling on his face. "My apartment is only three blocks from here. I'll go shower and change while you shower here. I'll be back in an hour, and I'll bring a movie. How's that sound?" 

Amber stood and smiled. "Sounds like a date," she replied.

She rested her head against the door after closing it. "What the hell are you doing?" she wondered. In answer, she walked to her bedroom and began searching for something to wear. After about ten minutes she had settled on her lowest pair of hip hugger jeans, and a white button down shirt that could be accused of being just a little too tight. To relieve some of the tightness she usually kept the top two buttons undone, but tonight she was going to leave the third one open too, revealing just a hint of her white lace bra. She'd wear the matching thong, which would just be visible above the waist of her jeans. Laying the clothes on her bed she tossed her bathrobe on the chest at the end of her bed, and walked to the bathroom in her tank-top and boxer shorts. Turning the shower on she stripped her sleepwear off. Turning sideways she admired herself in the wall mirror opposite the shower. 

"Mark wasn't deserving of you," she said to herself in the mirror, allowing her eyes to roam over her own nude form; smiling appreciatively at her well toned, five foot - eight inch frame. Stepping into the hot water she quickly washed her body and long auburn hair allowing the conditioner to set while she shaved. Grinning mischievously to herself she took special care with her nether region, removing all traces of hair that had returned since the morning before as she thought, "Who knows what the night will bring." After drying off, she grabbed her favorite lotion and rubbed herself down. Retreating to the bedroom she dressed and lit a few candles, just in case. 

She ordered the pizza and flopped onto her couch, wondering again just what she was doing. Her cell phone rang. Picking it up she saw it was Mark. Setting it on the end table she set it to vibrate and turned the TV on, her eyes drifting to the clock on top of her entertainment center: it was 4:50; Victor should be back in ten minutes or so. Amber was shocked at how her pulse quickened with this thought. She'd never had emotions like this with Mark or any other man, about anything. Yet here was a man she'd been in the presence of for no more than fifteen minutes, and she felt like a little girl with her first crush. But she knew this was more than a crush. There was something, she couldn't put her finger on it, but it was there. Tonight would be an eye opening evening, she knew that much.

At five o'clock sharp there was a knock at the door. Looking through the peep she saw Victor smiling back at her. Opening the door she invited him in.

"Thanks," he said as he came through the door. "You look...wow...you look amazing," he said unable to take his eyes from her smiling form. He handed her the DVD, "I hope you haven't seen it yet." Amber closed the door and looked at the movie: Forgetting Sarah Marshall.

"I've wanted to see this, but I haven't had the chance," she told him as they walked to the living room, "the pizza should be here in fifteen or twenty minutes, wanna start the movie?" Victor took the movie from her opening her, opening the DVD player as she sat on the couch. Removing the DVD in the player he turned around with a grin on his face.

"Uh, does this go anywhere special?" Victor asked as he placed the DVD in Amber's hand. He breath caught in her throat as her face turned as red as a sunburn.

"I...this...wow...I," she tried again, unable to complete a thought. She had put in one of her favorite porno's to masturbate to and had forgotten to put it away. "Not forgotten," she corrected herself, "planning to watch again soon."

"Really, it's no big deal," Victor said sitting beside her, "I have some at home too, maybe we can swap sometime?" Amber punched him in the arm in a playful manner. Taking the movie back from her, Victor read the title. "I don't think I've seen this one, I'll pick one of my fav's and we can trade for a bit." Setting it down on the end table he offered Amber the remote. "Unlike most men, I don't have to control the remote." She chuckled at this. 

"Go ahead, be my guest," she said, drawing her bare feet up to the couch. 

A sexual tension filled the air as the movie progressed, despite the light hearted moment with the porno. As if on cue there was a knock at the door. Victor paused the movie, at a rather opportune moment he thought, as Amber got their dinner. Bringing the pizza back to the coffee table she glanced at the screen, and slowly returned her gaze to Victor. "I assume you're going to tell me that was a complete accident right," she questioned him with a smirk on her face.

He returned her smile, "It is what it is. Let's eat." They devoured the pizza and a six pack of Sam Adams Winter Lager before the movie ended. When it was done Amber looked at him and smiled.

"Thank you," she said placing a hand on his thigh, "I had a great night. This is exactly what I needed. Thanks." Uncurling her legs from beneath her she made as if to stand.

"Who said the night has to end yet?" Victor asked, "It's still early." Reaching out he took her right foot in his hands and began to massage it. His hands were like magic, working her foot from toe to ankle, and every spot in between. Amber reclined on the couch, her eyes closed as his hands brought her through the clouds. Unable to restrain herself, her lips parted, emitting a deep contented moan. After about ten minutes on her right foot he set it in his lap and performed the same magic on her left. She couldn't help but notice the erection in his pants when he set her foot down in his lap. When he finished she drew her legs back under her as she sat again.

"My God that was amazing," she gushed, "are you a masseuse too?" 

"No, I just appreciate a pretty pair of feet, and like to make em' feel good when I can," he replied looking into her eyes. With her heart hammering she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, barely touching the corner of his mouth, lingering a little longer than a simple cheek kiss should take. 

"How about I return the favor?" Amber said as she stood on the couch, and moved behind him, sitting on the back of the couch. Leaning forward she began to work his shoulders and upper back with her delicate hands. 

"Wow," he grunted as she worked the muscles deeper, "for such small hands they sure do pack a wallop." Victor closed his eyes and drooped his head as she worked his upper back. Her hands slid to his shoulders again and he reclined his head, gazing up at her face as she continued his massage. Looking down, her sky blue eyes locked on his, speaking volumes more than their mouths could have hoped for. Her fingers slowed and her head lowered, her hair cascading around their heads, giving them a private room away from the entire universe. Their lips met in a tender kiss. Parting for air they came back together again, this kiss conveying the desire that was building within each of them. She felt a bolt of excitement pass through her as their tongues met between their opened mouths. She felt his hands on either side of her head, holding her in place as their mouths joined again and again. 

Fearing it was all a dream, and knowing that she couldn't take anymore if it was, she broke their kiss and sat up. Opening her eyes she looked down, and Victor was still there, smiling up at her. Stepping down from the couch she stood before him and took his hands, drawing him up from the couch. Victor wrapped his arms around her slim waist and embraced her in a hug. Looking down at her beautiful face, he kissed her again. Pulse racing, she again ended the kiss. Taking him by the hand Amber led him towards her bedroom.

Entering her bedroom his eyes fell upon the candles, his nose filled with the sensual smells of lavender, jasmine, and almond the candles were emitting. Returning his gaze to her face he touched her chin with a finger and lifted her face to meet his eyes. 

"Were you planning on the evening progressing this way?" he asked her, a look of question on his brow. Amber shook her head no. Stepping to him she wrapped her delicate arms around him and hugged him close.

"I had no idea this is where we'd be. If you had left after the movie, I would be in here alone, but I'm a girl that likes to plan for all possibilities. If this is too fast for you, and I promise you I've never been with a man on a first date before, we can go back in the other room and watch another movie. But if you feel in your heart what I do..." she trailed off. 

Amber walked backwards to her bed and fell upon it. Lying down she patted the open space on the bed. Victor looked at the beautiful woman lying before him, beckoning him to join her. Taking stock of his emotions, he slid his shirt over his head and unbuckled his belt. Amber gasped when she saw his bare chest. His body was sculpted as if chiseled from marble. He was by no means a body builder, but his body rippled with muscle and definition. 

Climbing onto the bed he positioned himself above her, looking down into her piercing eyes. Smiling up at him Ambers fingers deftly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her white lace covered 38B breasts. Lowering his face to her neck Victor began kissing her from her exposed shoulder to her ear, nibbling his way back and forth, eliciting moans from her parted lips. Gripping his waist she pulled him down, his pelvis settling between her parted legs, his hard penis pressing into her through their jeans. Running her hands over his muscular back she ground herself against him, savoring the feeling of his sex straining towards her.

Lifting himself from her neck and supporting himself on one arm, Victor slid his hand between her breasts, unlocking the clasp of her bra. With a gentle hand he brushed the cups from her breasts one by one, teasing each nipple as it went. 

Amber slipped a hand into his dark hair and guided his mouth to her breast, groaning in ecstasy as his tongue found her breast. His wet tongue encircled her nipple, causing it to stiffen between his lips. With a gentle suck he let it slip from his lips as he moved to her other breast. 

Amber slid her hands between them as he continued his oral attack on her breasts. She worked the buttons on her jeans until they were all freed. 




The Valentine's Day gift



Victor directed his attention to her lips, allowing her to find the button and zipper on his jeans, making quick work of undoing them.

Reluctantly taking his lips from hers, Victor knelt between her legs, his undone jeans revealing his boxers underneath. He watched captivated as she raised her hips and wiggled out of her jeans tossing them aside. His breath caught in his throat as she threw her shirt and bra into the same pile, leaving her in only a white lace thong before him on the bed. 

Amber was overcome with lust staring up at Victor with his deep brown eyes, and sexy black hair. Sliding her right hand down her tight stomach, she slipped it under her thong. Her middle finger parted her soaking pussy, forcing an audible intake of breath as her pussy received the attention it desired. Slowly she fingered herself as she stared at his masculine features, savoring the power she seemed to have over him. Rubbing her tits with her left hand she began thrusting at her hand, needing to be filled to her depths. 

Lost in her sexual hunger she closed her eyes as her left hand slid over her thrusting frame and under her thong. Rubbing her clit as her hips thrust at her hand she moaned, "Oh yes, oh God I'm close...ohhhhh I wanna cum."

Slipping from the bed Victor quickly removed his pants and boxers. Ambers' eyes had opened when she felt him leave the bed. Victor looked around and was at a loss. Understanding the question on his face she stopped pleasuring herself and rolled to her side answering, "Top drawer of the night stand."

Victor opened the drawer and saw the condoms he was looking for. He removed a condom and the bottle of lube, moving to the end of the bed. Tossing them near her feet he crawled between her legs, his face coming even with her lace covered pussy. Sliding the sheer material aside he slid his tongue from the bottom to the top. Gently he spread her lips wide, his tongue darting in and out rapidly with tender flicks.

Amber writhed under his tongue as it alternately caressed and penetrated her. Gripping her legs under her knees she drew them up, offering him better admission to her vagina. Goosebumps covered her skin and her toes curled when he circled his tongue around her clit. "Oh Victor...oh yes Victor...I'm...I'm...,"she moaned as her orgasm hit. "Unghhhh yesss," she cried, gripping his head and holding it in place as she ground her pussy against his wet mouth and probing tongue, her legs clamping against his head.

He continued lapping at her sex while she came, savoring every drop. As her legs released their grip and her hands left his head, he sat up grinning at her.

"You have an amazing tongue," she panted at him, her breathing returning to normal. Amber crawled towards him, licking her lips. Grasping his cock with one hand, she aimed it at her waiting mouth. She felt it throb as her mouth closed around it. Like a woman starved she attacked his cock, stroking him fast as she bobbed her head on his shaft, intoxicated with his musky sent. After only a few minutes of her oral talents she felt his cock tensing, knowing his eruption was imminent. Redoubling her efforts she stroked him faster despite his warnings, her mouth leaving a sloppy trail of salvia for her to hand to work him over with.

"Oh God Amber, I'm gonna cum...oh shit yessss," Victor groaned as he shot his semen down her throat. Amber slowed her attention, milking every drop from his softening seven inch cock. 

With a final suck she released his cock from her lips. Kissing her way up his body she lingered over his hard abs, her tongue trailing over every ridge of his toned stomach. Playfully nibbling at his nipples she felt a slight stir against her inner thigh. Reaching down she gave a gentle tug on his growing penis. 

"It doesn't take you long to get going again does it?" she asked as her lips found his neck.

Pulling her close and cupping her firm ass checks in his hands he replied, "Having a woman as beautiful as you in my arms makes it about impossible to stay soft." 

Amber moaned as he held her tight, his cock sliding along her inner thigh, separated from her pussy by a thin strip of lace. Their lips met as their hands roamed the landscape of their bare bodies. His strong hands massaged her supple back as they kissed, their tongues darting from parted lips, retreating at the first contact only to seek it again.

Pulling herself away from him, Amber lay back on the pillows. "Make love to me Victor," she begged him as she slipped her thong over her legs.

Tearing open the condom, he rolled it down his rigid shaft. Squirting some lube onto his latex sheathed cock, he stroked it as Amber watched in anticipation. Kneeling between her splayed legs he rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her slit, pushing it firmly against her clit and drawing squeals of desire from deep within her.

"Please Victor," she panted, "no more teasing. I need you now." Amber tried unsuccessfully to slip his cock into her by thrusting her hips towards him.

"Ok, ok," he said as he gripped his cock at the base. Gently he wiggled his cock back and forth until her vaginal lips spread, accepting him in. Releasing his cock he leaned forward, sliding his seven inches into her with one slow motion.

"Unghhhh yesssss," she gasped as he penetrated her. When she felt his balls hanging against her ass she locked her ankles behind him and squeezed, wanting to feel him deeper still. 

Leaning down he kissed her passionately, nibbling her lower lip before moving to her neck. Feeling her legs release their grip he moved his hips, withdrawing his cock until only the head rested between her lips. With a slow motion he filled her again causing her to throw her head back as a guttural moan filled the room.

Amber unlocked her ankles and planted her feet on the bed. With passion they moved as one. With every down stroke he made she slid her hips upward, the muscles in her legs flexing as she strove to feel him as deeply as possible. 

Her fingers dug into his muscular shoulders as he continued his slow thrusting, his testicles gently patting her ass with each thrust. She could feel her orgasm starting, as the tingle in her stomach grew with each thrust Victor made. Desperate to cum she begged him, "Faster...faster...make me cum hard. I can feel it building...I need to feel it now....oh please go faster..."

Victor stared deep into her pleading blue eyes, and smiled. "I think you'll like this more," he said as he continued the same slow and steady pace. With each thrust he pushed just a little deeper than before.

Amber squealed each time his balls came to rest against her ass cheeks, his cock pushing deep into her womb. After only a few minutes of his continued slow thrusting she could feel something different starting deep within her belly. "Ohhhh Victor...ohhh God....this is too much...I'm right there....it feels soooo strong...ohhh...." Amber moaned as he filled her again and again.

Her coming orgasm began to over power her. It continued to build in her stomach like a weak dam holding back a raging river. She was no longer in control of herself. Taking her hands from his shoulder she held his face. She tried to beg him for release, but she realized that the only sounds leaving her lips were the moans and grunts of passion.

Victor took her wrists in his hands and pinned them above her head. Feeling her climax was imminent he thrust as deeply as he could, pushing himself into her with his legs until she screamed in ecstasy.

"Yess....I'm cumming," she yelled as her orgasm erupted from within her. "Oh fuck yessss. Oh God , oh God, unghhhhhhhhhh," Amber groaned as the second wave washed over her. 

Victor didn't slow his movements as she came. He felt his own orgasm approaching, but still he thrust into her with a slow and steady pace. Her pussy gripped his cock like a vice when her orgasm hit. Wanting to drive her to a multiple orgasm he continue pumping her, praying he could hold off until she came again.

Ambers lips formed a perfect O as he eyes found his. "Aiiiieeeee yessss," she cried as another powerful orgasm came. Wrestling her arms from his grip she pulled him down atop her heaving body, partially from the need to feel him in her arms, and partially for fear he would bring about a third climax. She'd heard of women blacking out from orgasms before and always thought it bullshit, until now.

Victor could hold off no longer. As her second orgasm happened he erupted into his condom. Collapsing onto of her their lips met in a tender kiss. He rolled sideways and pulled Amber over, so they were lying face to face on their sides. Holding his condom he slowly withdrew from her.

They lay that way for awhile, allowing their breathing to return to normal. Amber slid a hand along his naked body, lost in the sensation of his skin beneath her fingers. "Where did you ever learn that from?" she asked her hand rubbing his muscular chest. 

"What, the ole slow and deep?" he asked a smile on his face.

"Yes, that was unbelievable," she gushed, the memory of her powerful orgasm still fresh in her mind.

"It's a little something I did for a woman I knew in Texas," he replied. "She had a thing for getting off as fast as she could. So one night I decided to prolong it, and she came like never before. So from then on when she wanted a real powerful one, I knew what to do."

Amber lay with her upon his bare chest, the contented afterglow of amazing sex wrapped around them like a blanket. Casting her eyes towards the bottom of the bed, her sex tingled as she saw his penis start to grow again. Reaching out she took him in her hand and stroked him slowly, bringing his erection to its full strength.

"And what, may I ask, has brought this about?" she asked, emphasizing this with a squeeze of his solid penis.

Victor chuckled. "Do you really want to know?" he asked as he ran his fingers through her chestnut hair.

Placing a kiss on his chest she replied, "Yeah, I do. I've never known a guy that can get hard for a third time so quickly."

"I'm a very visual guy," he said as he brought her hair to his nose, breathing deeply of her scent. "And as you're lying on my chest, I have an amazing and wonderfully sexy image in front of me. That's what got me going again."

"Oh really?" she mused, "the back of my head is that sexy to you?"

"Actually it's the curve of your bare back that turns into the roundness of your, if you don't mind me being blunt, firm little ass," he replied. She could feel his cock throb in her hands as he described it to her.

Amber turned to look at him as he ran a hand along her back, "You are one of a kind aren't you?" Rolling from him she clambered from the bed and retrieved another condom. Sliding back into bed she settled atop him, his cock pressing into her lower stomach as she kissed him. She sighed as his strong hands roamed her back, massaging as they went.

Sitting up she told him, "I have a little trick of my own." She opened the condom and placed it in her mouth. Sensuously she slithered down his frame until she was even with his rigid cock. Carefully she opened her mouth and lined his cock up with her lips. Slowly she descended, her mouth sliding the rubber down his shaft. Reaching the base she sat up with lust in her eyes and a mischievous grin on her dainty lips.

"Seeing as you enjoy the view of my back so much," she said as she turned on him, straddling him in the reverse cowgirl position, "why not let you look at it some more." Picking up the bottle of lube she squirted some on his shaft and gave him a few slow strokes to fully cover it. Kneeling over him she gripped his cock and held it upright as she slowly lowered herself to him. Amber gasped as she settled onto him. She was amazed at how sensitive she was, and how huge it made him feel inside her.

Looking over her shoulder she asked, "Just gimme a minute or two ok? I'm super sensitive after that orgasm you gave me, and you feel bigger than before."

"You feel tighter than before," Victor gasped as she moved in a slow circular pattern as she grew accustomed to him again, "God it feels like you're squeezing me."

Amber rolled her hips a little more and really clamped down on his cock asking over her shoulder, "Like this you mean?"

"Ahhh fuck," Victor grunted as a velvet vice squeezed his cock, "wow was that strong...oh God Amber you're amazing."

She placed her hands on his thighs and began bouncing on him faster. "Ohhhh yesss," she moaned, his cock stuffing her with each downward thrust of her hips, "Victor your cock feels soooo gooood....ohhhhhhhhh......YESSSSS!!!! She came, collapsing forward onto his legs.

Victor felt her pussy spasm as she came, gripping his cock again and again. When she collapsed forward he ran his hands up her legs over her ass. Gripping her cheeks he began thrusting up at her, grunting at the incredible tightness with every thrust.

"Oh God...I...ughh...ohhh...pleaseeee...I" Amber begged as he fucked her. "Oh no...I'm gonna...oh shit....aiiiieeeeeee," she cried as she came again, her body heaving as she tried to recover from the multiple orgasms. Sitting up, his cock still buried deep in pussy, she looked down at him as he lay under her.

"It's too much...I don't k now if I can take another....it feels too strong," she whimpered.

Reaching up he pulled her down to him so she lay on top of him. Parting her legs with his, he slowly rubbed her clit as she rolled her hips.

"Make me cum," she begged him as he began thrusting into her faster, "Cum with me Victor, oh please....oh yesssss...."

He wrapped his arm around her, hugging her to him and rubbing her breasts as he fucked her. "Oh Amber, I'm about to cum," he moaned.

Amber turned her head sideways, allowing their tongues to meet as they fucked. "I wanna feel it on me...I....oh Gaaawd....oh..ahhhh.....come on me," she whimpered as he pumped her faster.

Holding the top of her thighs with each hand Victor thrust as fast as he could, Amber moaning and squealing as he pumped her. With a scream she came, "OHHhhhhhh yessss."

Victor withdrew from her. Tearing his condom off, he gave himself two quick strokes then grunted as he shot his hot semen onto her stomach.

"Ohhh it's so hot," she moaned as spurt after spurt landed on her. When he was done, she moved along side him and kissed him. She smiled as he moved a sweat soaked strand of hair from her cheek.

"Looks like we could both use another shower," Victor said trailing a finger across a sheen of sweat on her neck. 

Amber kissed him again. Climbing from the bed she took his hand, "Follow me." Leading him to the bathroom she started the shower. 

"I'll get us some clean towels," with that she walked out, allowing Victor to see her wonderful bare ass moving away from him. He stepped in, enjoying the hot spray on his skin.

As Amber returned to the bathroom with the towels, her cell phone rang again. Picking it up, she saw the call was from Mark. "Hello," she answered.

"Did you get my living card?" he asked, hope filling his words.

Amber smiled, "Well yes, I did get it. I enjoyed it more than you can imagine. As a matter of fact, I may enjoy it again shortly!"

Mark sounded confused in his reply, "Come again Am?"

"Maybe I will," she said as she hung up the phone.



The Valentine's Day Mesmerizing



Synopsis:

Jonathan and Anjelica are a happy couple. She gets a new job and Jonathan worries that he's going to lose the love of his life to her boss. But he has a Valentine's Day plan to win her heart. Will love triumph in the end?

Disclaimer: 

This is a work of adult fiction about a fictional scenario in a fictional world and should never be confused with reality. Please do not read this story if you don't like adult situations and adult sexual depictions. Feel free to read something else.

This is intended for adults only -- 18 and over.

Copyright

Copyright in this work lies with the author, who can be contacted at the email address wouldnitbnice@yahoo.com. This story is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/)

Author's Note:

There are two things that I love and will definitely respond to. 1. I love to get feedback from readers, good, bad or indifferent. 2. I love to get propositioned by beautiful women; it just makes me happy. I wrote this story very quickly, so if you see anything I should correct, please let me know -wouldnitbnice

My name is Jonathan and since its Friday February 14th I want to tell you a love story. It's a story of two people in love, great challenges overcome and even a villain thwarted. Today was Valentine's Day and I'm happy to say that everything went even better than I'd planned. The romantic dinner along with the very romantic post dinner festivities left me in a great mood. 

Looking over at my beautiful fiancé Anjelica laying on the bed, she looked exactly like the angel her name always reminded me of. It still feels weird to think of Anjelica as my fiancé, she'd been just my girlfriend for so long! It was a great feeling and I was just going to have to get used to calling her my fiancé, at least until she became my wife. That was a whole other transition and I was really looking forward to it!

Anjelica's long blonde hair almost formed a halo around her modelesque face with her high cheekbones and large blue eyes. Her lips were still stained a deep ruby red from the lipstick I'd given her and there was only a little smearing from some overenthusiastic kissing that I fondly remembered. She was half asleep and had that satiated glow that only great, deeply satisfying sex can bring. While sex can be fun it really didn't compare to the love I felt for her and seeing her happy reminded me of that love. I couldn't wait to marry this woman. 

She was still wearing the black lingerie that I'd watched her change into that morning. The lingerie looked like it had survived the evening mostly intact. It was a lacy two piece set that she'd combined with some gorgeous black Wilford stay-up stockings that showcased her long sexy legs with a light floral lace pattern. The material for both pieces of the lingerie she wore was see-through lacy black silk with fine detail work. The brassiere top gently lifted and teasingly presented her firm, luscious full C cup breasts. Each cup of the bra had small slits artfully positioned to show off Anjelica's nipples. Her nipples were a dark red and still fully engorged from all the attention that I'd paid them earlier. They stuck through the small slits as she breathed, kind of appearing and disappearing as she breathed in and out, it was very erotic.

The panties she wore were very sexy black lace v-string panties that were sheer enough that her blond silky pubic hair could be seen in contrast with the black underwear. The small strings on the side followed the curve of her hips while the lace covered her front and I remembered how it barely covered the crack of her rock hard, full ass when she'd first modeled them. The panties had good coverage when she was standing at least but when she spread her legs, the panties split open down the middle, revealing a slit over her slit and displaying all her womanly charms. 

Anjelica's legs were spread slightly apart right now as she reclined against the pillows on the bed giving me a really sexy peek at her dark red pussy lips. Her labia were spread slightly apart and still slightly moist, I half expected to see steam coming out of her. The view was starting to get me a little turned on again. She caught my gaze as I was staring at the small opening trying to see if I could glimpse her shy, sensitive little clit. Anjelica gave me a sultry look and spread her sleek legs a little further apart while staring into my eyes with love in her stunning blue ones. 

I was the one that broke our connection by looking down at her now very visible pussy. She took the opportunity to be on display by arching her back and contracting her pussy. Anjelica looked over at the mirror on the wall and I heard her moan with excitement and saw her begin to run one hand gently over her pussy. I could imagine what she saw in looking in the mirror. I was rock hard again and not trying to hide my engorged manhood at all. I was focused on her still contracting pussy but was aware of her other hand massaging her breasts. She took turns tweaking her nipples and pulling on them so they stuck out even further through the skimpy lingerie top.

I felt like I was on sexual overload tonight and she was the cause. Her hand at her pussy gently rubbed her clit teasing it out from under its little hood. It was red like the rest of her visible pussy and stood up at attention like a little half inch tall soldier. Each time her fingers brushed over it her body trembled and her pussy got a little redder and contracted tightly. Anjelica had never masturbated for me before and it was incredibly erotic to watch. When I saw a few drops of white liquid get forced out on one of the contractions my hard on achieved a new record-level of hardness at seeing the semen. On the next contraction she moaned loudly and a whole stream of semen was forced out and began to run down toward her perfect ass. My cock throbbed and actually bounced up and down, it was eager to add some more to her hot pussy. 

Hold on a second, I know you are asking yourself, "What happened to the love story you promised? This is just a lot of sex..." I know, I know, sex can be fun, but it doesn't compare to love. I promised you a story of love, big challenges and a villain to be overcome and I don't want to disappoint.

It all began almost exactly three months ago from today when Anjelica started a great new job. She'd been working at an entry level marketing position that didn't pay very well and the job wasn't going anywhere. She liked working in marketing and felt she was good at it so she looked for a new job in the same field.

Let me add that in addition to being beautiful Anjelica is really smart, savvy and a very hard worker. I told her on more than one occasion, "What more could an employer want"? We reached out to our professional and personal network of friends and quickly came up with several leads for her to pursue. The most promising and interesting one came from her friend Kara. 

Kara and her fiancé Steve had been good friends of ours in the past, they were both annoyingly good looking and very successful to boot. Steve had gotten a promotion and they'd moved out of the city to the suburbs for his job. After the move we didn't see too much of each other and we'd kind of drifted apart over the last two years like friends sometimes do. 

Apparently, Kara had recently gotten a marketing job at a company right downtown, about thirty minutes from our apartment. Despite living way out in the suburbs, she made commuting into the city work. It was over an hour each way so, once in a while she would stay over at a company apartment if necessary. Anjelica had stayed in contact with Kara online and they caught back up for some drinks on one of the nights Kara was staying in the city. Kara was finalizing the planning of her wedding to Steve and she wanted Anjelica in her wedding party. 

Kara mentioned that she had a great job idea for Anjelica. Apparently the firm she worked at had an opening and she and Steve had immediately thought that Anjelica would be a perfect fit. Anjelica was flattered they thought so highly of her, the job sounded great. She said sure, she'd love to interview for the position, so Kara set it up.

Anjelica laughed about the interview, it took most of a day but she'd enjoyed herself a lot. She interviewed with a woman from human resources on her experience and education, with the woman, Janice, who would be her boss and with Kara since she was on the interview team. She thought that she did great on the first two and her 'interview' with Kara was basically the two of them talking about how cool it would be to work together while they shared a salad. Anjelica said she didn't care for the dressing much, but the salad was excellent. She felt really good after Kara confided that Janice was very impressed with her.

The final part of the day that took the most time was a series of computerized tests. They measured everything from her computer skills, to knowledge of marketing, general business acumen and even tested her emotional IQ and workplace social skills. They had set her up in a small dimly lit, sound proofed room with what looked like a very modern virtual reality helmet. Kara explained that they were working to get those new Google Glasses to replace the helmet, but since they were still in beta she'd been told it would be a while. The whole afternoon flew by for Anjelica and she only remembered a few of the questions from each category when she'd finished. 

It wasn't like her to space out like that and she would have been more concerned but she felt so relaxed and almost rested despite the tests. Before she could think about it more Kara came back and opened the door, telling her that she did great. The scores were all confidential, but the program had given her a green light. So she hadn't messed up too much.

The company loved her of course, I knew they would and Anjelica ended up landing a great new job at the large national marketing firm. The firm specialized in clothing branding; mainly women's clothing. It was basically a promotion from her old job and a big pay raise, she was making more than me now. 

Kara and Steve's wedding was on Saturday November 2nd and they were leaving for their honeymoon the next day. Anjelica was starting work on Wednesday November 6th, so she wouldn't see Kara for a week and a half in the office. I figured that was for the best, it would let her develop good relationships with her other co-workers.

When we went to the wedding we both got to meet several of her colleagues including her future boss Janice. Janice, was a very attractive asian woman in her mid thirties and Anjelica at twenty five immediately saw her as a great business and career mentor. Along with Kara there were three other young women that worked for Janice, they were all in the wedding party and seemed to be great friends. They were basically doing the same job that Anjelica would be doing, each were owners of several client brands. Business was good so they were expanding their staff and they clearly had good taste in the women they hired. It was probably the best looking wedding party that I remembered ever seeing.

#

The three work days of her first week went great and to celebrate we went out to a fine French restaurant downtown. It was a magical dinner followed by some really incredible sex. As I look back on the evening I remember being blown away by the sex, but now what sticks with me is the love I felt for Anjelica that night. I guess I'm getting more mature. 

The second week went by just like the first. Anjelica came home excited each night with the brands she had and the projects she was working on. She went out for drinks with her female coworkers on Thursday night and was thrilled with all the new friends she'd made. On Friday of her second week she came home with a brand new 27" Apple iMac computer so that she could work from home if she needed to. A lot of the work she did used special custom, high resolution imaging software, the iMac was perfect for it and it was great to have it at home. 

Janice had explained that we should feel free to use it for general home use. It was locked down from a security standpoint since it was connected via a VPN back to work so we couldn't add any new software or really change its configuration. For general use it was perfect though, we both had accounts on the machine per company policy. It was a great little $2000 perk that we immediately took advantage of. Our old home PC was moved to a box in a closet since our apartment wasn't big enough for two computers. 

Over the weekend Anjelica excitedly showed me a lot of the projects that she was working on. I enjoyed connecting with her about her new job and we probably spent about half the weekend working closely together on her new toy. She made a lot of progress with her ideas and I was very impressed with the quality of work she was doing. 

I should add that I'm a store manager for a large 'name brand' department store that is an anchor for our local high end mall. While I'm only 28 years old, I've worked in retail sales management for my entire career, even while I was in college. Once I finished my MBA I got the promotion to store manager. I had a lot of experience in how clothing was successfully marketed and sold so I was giving her my two cents. I think she was very appreciative given the attention I received that Sunday night. 

We'd lived together for two years, so every night wasn't a hormone fueled hump fest. Most of the time Anjelica would wear her comfy flannel PJ's to bed and I'd wear boxers and a tee shirt. On Sunday afternoon the day kind of slipped away from us. We spent most of the afternoon working on her various projects together. Realizing we completely missed dinner we heated up some leftovers and quickly ate. 

Anjelica went to get ready for bed since she had to be up about an hour before I did. We only had the one small bathroom in our apartment so we always had to take turns or we'd be in each other's way. So I sat back down on the new computer and surfed the web for a while. I found myself zoning out again and before I knew it Anjelica came out of the bathroom. The vision that greeted me was not my normally conservative fiancé in her plaid flannel PJ's. She was wearing a tight little yellow sleeveless shirt and bright pink panties. That was all. 

She looked beyond hot. I was surprised at the surge of lust that tore through me at the sight of her. I began pulling off my clothing as I headed to the bedroom. She paused in the doorway and looked over her shoulder at me with a little smile on her face. The position thrust her really firm, fine ass that was held so nicely by the pink panties with the word 'Cupid' on the back out at a great angle for my viewing pleasure. She slipped into the bedroom ahead of me. 

I had my shirt off and by the time I got into the bedroom she was sitting on the bed with her legs slightly spread and was sucking on her finger while her big blue eyes looked up at me innocently. She really knew how to push my buttons when she wanted to. I practically tackled her back onto the bed. My lips sought hers out and when they found their soft wet targets, crushed them mercilessly. Her tongue darted out and licked my lips in turn and made my blood boil. In seconds I'd pulled her shirt up freeing her firm heavy breasts. My eager lips quickly found a new target, I enjoyed her moans. 

My hand slid under her panties and her pussy felt hotter and wetter than I ever remember it being before. She was soaking my hand in fact. Anjelica was moaning continuously as my mouth assaulted her breasts and I finger fucked her pussy in a frenzy but that didn't stop her from undoing my pants and shoving them and my underwear down. It hurt because she caught my hard cock in the pants and she didn't want to take no for answer on getting my pants off. I rolled over and freed my dick, quickly pulling my pants off. She threw her panties across the room and got rid of the shirt at the same time. 

Before I could roll back over she straddled me, something she almost never did. It was almost always straight missionary position. She plunged down onto my cock with a moan and a body encompassing shudder. I hate to wear condoms so I'd been overjoyed when Anjelica had agreed to go on the pill a couple of years ago. True body to body sex felt so much better and this time felt great. She began pumping me up and down over and over like a machine moaning and panting the whole time. I was entranced watching her large pendulous breasts moving up and down and swaying. They were almost moving in oval circles as she fucked me. I began thrusting up into her and her voice went up an octave and I recognized the familiar feel of her pussy contracting around me again and again as she came. 

I kept pumping and after another minute I came too. It was a huge load. I felt like I'd saved up for weeks and my cock spasmed over and over again. I don't think Anjelica stopped cuming the entire time. It was amazing and she collapsed on top of me. The next thing I knew the alarm was going off and she was getting up for work. I tried to grab her but she batted my hand away and got up from the bed giggling that she'd be late for work. I was really too exhausted anyway. What a great night of sex, man did I love her. She was excited to get to the office today. Janice's boss was back today from his two week vacation and Kara would be back from her honeymoon. Anjelica hadn't met him yet but was looking forward to meeting him and showing off her work as well as catching up with Kara. She was whistling as she left for work.

#

I started work later than Anjelica did and generally worked longer, so she was almost always in the apartment when I got back from the store. When I walked in that night I saw Anjelica working on her computer. She didn't look up even when I closed the door. She seemed totally focused on her computer.

"How was your day hun?" She jumped and looked up at me in surprise.

"Oh, hey sweetie I didn't hear you come in." She seemed kind of flat or maybe upset about something. 

"Is everything ok?" She smiled and said, "Yes, everything's fine. Today just went a little bit differently than how I thought it would."

I poured a glass of red wine for each of us and she went on to describe her day while I started cooking some dinner for us. One thing that I've always enjoyed about our relationship is that we can tell each other everything. We didn't have secrets from each other. If I saw a hot girl, I could mention it to her and she'd make a funny comment or ask me what I liked. The same went for her, she could tell me anything. It was a great foundation for our relationship.

So when she sat down to tell me about her day, she told me everything. The day had started out well. She was in the office by 8am and her day started as it normally did, working for her clients and talking to her co-workers and Janice. Kara came in a few minutes after she got there armed with pictures and stories from her honeymoon. They'd gone to a little island in the caribbean and rented a whole luxury house there. It looked stunning in the pictures and they'd had a cook come in once a day and make them a gourmet dinner. It sounded like Steve had really done it right.

One thing was a little different at work though and it took her a few minutes to pick up on it. Normally all the women she worked with were very conservative dressers. They'd normally wear smart business attire, but nothing revealing or too tight. However, today that seemed to have changed. If it had been just one or two of the women she wouldn't even have thought twice about it, but it seemed everyone had changed their dress code. 




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While in the last two weeks some women might have worn pantsuits or just nice slacks and blouses, today, every woman in the office was dressed in tight short skirts with nice high end designer stockings and lower cut tighter blouses. More attention had been paid to makeup and all the high heels had grown at least an inch if not two. Her officemates were still looking professional but it was almost like an unexplained dress code had been enacted. No one was wearing the same exact clothing or anything, but it was just a big change from the previous two weeks. Anjelica was wearing nice slacks and a blouse with a small jacket. She immediately felt like she wasn't dressed appropriately. 

Even Kara was dressed in a low cut short navy dress with nude colored stockings and four inch heels. Anjelica thought it was a very fancy and revealing look for work, something that she'd never even think about wearing to the office. Kara could pull it off though if anyone could. She'd always been a little more adventurous than my conservative girlfriend and it was obvious when I saw her at the wedding that she'd been working out hard to get into incredible shape. 

Anjelica had asked her how she'd gotten into such great shape. Kara told Anjelica about the free corporate membership at a gym in the building. She said the gym was on the 5th floor of the building and the firm even included three free personal training session so a new member could learn all the machines. Anjelica had gone for her free personal training sessions and now tried to work out a couple times a week. Maybe that's where her increased sex drive last night had come from.

When she asked Kara why everyone was wearing skirts today she simply said that everyone liked to look good for their co-workers. Plus everyone was proud to wear their client's brands. Anjelica looked around and realized that everyone was wearing brands of clothing that they'd helped do the marketing campaigns for. That made a lot more sense but she knew she was too conservative to dress this way at work. She dove back into her work and despite herself ended up picturing how she would look wearing the various clothing items she was creating marketing materials for. 

Janice's boss was named Dipuk (apparently he was of Indian descent) and Anjelica was looking forward to meeting him. She hadn't seen him in the office yet today. He was the Divisional Vice President and by all accounts he was very successful and everyone seemed to enjoy working on his team. Janice introduced Anjelica to Janelle, Dipuk's personal assistant. Janelle was a very beautiful African American woman originally from the island of Martinique. She had the cutest French accent and seemed very professional. She was dressed sharply in a white blouse and navy pencil skirt. She had a small chest and it wasn't until she moved that Anjelica realized that she wasn't wearing a bra under her blouse. She shook her head, not really that shocked, Janelle was kind of French after all...

Janelle was also sporting a large obviously expensive engagement ring and a wedding band. Apparently Janelle had also been off the previous two weeks on a vacation of her own while Dipuk was out on his vacation. A little after 9am Janice's boss, Dipuk came into work. He went right to his office and Anjelica only caught a glimpse of him. He seemed to be a small man filled with energy. Short quick movements defined him as he came through the office. She didn't see his face but could tell he had a full head of dark hair. She'd assumed he would be older, but her impression was of a younger man not much older than herself. 

Anjelica could just see the entrance to his office. Just enough to see Janelle's desk; if she wanted to see the office door she had to stand up and move over a few feet. She watched as Janelle put down the paperwork she'd been sorting, collected a few folders and poured a cup of coffee from the nearby pot. She collected everything at once and moved with a grace that Anjelica could only envy as she disappeared from sight into Dipuk's office. 

Anjelica lost herself in her project as she so often did at work and lately at home. She was jolted out of her deep concentration by the sound of a male voice yelling. Looking up she saw Janelle apparently leaving Dipuk's office. The yelling was coming from inside the office and it sounded like Dipuk was yelling on a conference call. It cut off suddenly in mid word. It was obvious that Janelle had closed the door and that both the door and office were fully sound proofed. That struck her as strange, but she was kind of new to the corporate world, maybe that was normal for Divisional VP offices.

A few minutes later Janice stopped by to see how everything was going. Anjelica was excited, she'd just about completed the first marketing campaign for her number one client. Janice seemed to like her ideas, offering only a few suggestions for improvement. She said that Dipuk would need to approve it before it was released. 

Janelle came hurrying over with quick small steps, graceful as always and let Janice know that Dipuk wanted to see her right now. Janice followed her back to Dipuk's office at a slightly slower but still fast pace and disappeared inside. This time there was no yelling when the door opened but just before it closed she could have sworn that she heard music. Not classical music light you might expect but rather music you'd hear in a dance club. She'd only heard it for a second but it struck her as strange. 

Diving back into her work Anjelica got a lot done. She looked up as she noticed Janice approaching her desk at a fast walk. Glancing at the clock on her computer she saw to her surprise that two hours had gone by in a flash; it was almost lunchtime. She smiled to herself, she had absolutely no problem concentrating at her new job.

Janice was making a beeline from Dipuk's office right to Janice's desk. Janice was always cool, composed and always looked great; not a hair out of place. That wasn't the Janice that Anjelica saw when she looked up. This Janice was flushed with a blush to her cheeks, her lipstick was a little smeared, not too much but enough that Anjelica immediately noticed. Her long hair was mussed, she needed to run a brush through it to straighten it out and the top two buttons of her blouse were undone; her bra was visible. If Anjelica didn't know that Janice had been happily married for ten years she might have thought that she'd been having a tryst with Dipuk in his office.

She was quickly distracted from that line of thought when Janice reached her desk and told her that Dipuk wanted to meet her after lunch. He also wanted to review the first marketing campaign that she had just completed for her client. Anjelica went quickly into execution mode looking over the entire campaign, she wanted to know it cold. She really wanted to impress Dipuk. First impressions were important and she wanted to make a very good one and impress Dipuk. 

Janice ordered her a salad for lunch since she didn't want to leave. When Janice brought the salad over to her she noticed Janice was back to her usual self. Composed, beautiful, hair neatly combed and perfect makeup. Anjelica thanked her and started eating the salad. She didn't really care for the ranch dressing, it was the same kind she'd had with Kara at the interview but she still thought it had a funny taste. She ate the whole salad anyway since she was so focused on prepping for the meeting. 

Janice told her to be ready in ten minutes. Anjelica took the time to run to the restroom. As she was washing her hands she checked her makeup. She really wanted to impress Dipuk. A few touch ups and some fresh lipstick and she thought she looked good. She looked at her outfit and realized that compared to the other women she looked absolutely, boringly conservative. Taking off her small jacket helped some, at least her chest was visible. She turned side to side in the mirror and examined herself critically. Not much she could change with this outfit, but she undid the blouse and adjusted her bra to create a little more cleavage. She buttoned back up but left the top button undone. There, that was a good look, it wasn't quite Sofia Vergara cleavage but it was close. She let her hair down and it was a couple of inches past her shoulders. She adjusted it artfully so it looked nice. One last check, yep that was as good as she was going to look and she knew it wasn't bad.

Heading back to her desk she only had about thirty seconds to gather all her print outs before Janice was there. Janice escorted them to Dipuk's office. Janelle smiled at them from behind her desk and waved them through, pressing a button that quietly buzzed the door as she did. Janice took her into the office and Anjelica met Dipuk for the first time. Her initial impression had been correct. Dipuk was a short skinny man, maybe 5' 6" tall with a full head of dark brown hair. He was of Indian ethnicity and was probably only thirty years old. He was handsome enough but something about his face made her think he could be cruel. Definitely not her type even if she had been unattached. 

He stood up as they entered the office and held out his hand in greeting. "Anjelica I presume?" He didn't wait for her to respond. "I've heard so much about you and the good work you are doing. Its great to meet you, welcome to the team!" He had a nice smile she decided but very intense eyes that seemed to draw her attention and made her a little uncomfortable. His voice was very smooth and he had a slight British accent that made him seem very sophisticated.

"Thank you. Its nice to meet you as well." Anjelica felt a little warm and a little spaced out too, she hoped she wasn't coming down with something. Maybe the salad just hadn't agreed with her.

Dipuk gestured for them both to sit down. As she moved to sit she noticed Dipuk glance at her pants covered legs and he seemed to frown a bit. She looked over at the elegant Janice as she sat down on her chair in her short skirt and crossed her designer stocking covered legs. The move showed off her sexy high heeled shoes as well has her toned legs. Anjelica felt almost frumpy by comparison in her flats and slacks.

"How is everything going with your new role Anjelica?" Dipuk asked her, the warm smile back.

"Its been great. I've learned so much in the last two weeks." She smiled back at Dipuk.

"Outstanding. I really value our culture here in our little division and Janice and her team always set the mark for the rest of the company. From what I've heard I'm expecting great things from you." That smile was back. He might not have been her type but he did have a really nice smile.

"I won't let you down sir." She really meant it too. She was going to make sure she impressed Dipuk.

"Excellent. Let me see what you've done so far." He held his hand out.

"This is the marketing campaign that I put together for Green Rock Investors." She couldn't keep some of the pride out of her voice. She felt quite a bit of nervousness though as well, would Dipuk be impressed?

He took the print outs from her and said, "Thank you. As I'm sure you know GRI purchased the rights to the recently defunct Vagin Pouvoir lingerie company. They've begun by creating several sets of lingerie in the classic Vagin Pouvoir style. This marketing campaign will be their first introduction to the market and it has to be very impressive." Dipuk smiled and began reviewing what Anjelica had created. 

It only took the first two pages before she realized with a sinking feeling that Dipuk wasn't impressed. His smile had gone to a neutral expression and was quickly inching toward a frown. Anjelica found herself straightening up in her chair and she started to explain what she had created, "All the guys will love that corset and panty look, it.." Dipuk held up his hand to silence her while he continued looking at her material. She felt like a reprimanded child and tried not to fidget in her seat.

He flipped through the rest of the sheets and stacked them up with her corset and panty concept page on top. He looked up at her with his intense eyes and a definite frown on his face. She was 100% focused on him and she felt like his penetrating gaze was actually looking inside her at something only he could see, she was waiting for him to say something. Anything. The tension was growing very quickly and she couldn't breathe. He finally looked back down and tapped her picture, "As you said, 'All the guys will love that corset' but that's a problem. It isn't men that are going to be buying this lingerie for the most part, its women." 

He paused for a few seconds and she took the opportunity to take a deep breath. Dipuk then looked up at her again. Anjelica found herself sitting up even straighter and thrusting her chest out, subtly she hoped. She was surprised to find herself thinking that if her work didn't impress him maybe her looks would. She really wanted to impress Dipuk, but she'd never relied upon her looks like this before.

He continued, "I think this work is ok, but we need something that is really going to wow the GRI executive team. They poured a lot of money into the Vagin Pouvoir purchase and they want to make a big splash with their marketing campaign. This won't cut it." The frown was back in full force, the tension in the room was back and it felt unbearable to her.

Anjelica didn't know what to say. She'd really thought she'd done some great work and hadn't expected this type of response in a million years. Dipuk looked at Anjelica, really looked at her; it was clear he wasn't happy. Most people in a professional setting never really looked at other people. They would just glance at them and then look away as it quickly would become creepy or rude. She found that his stare didn't really bother her that much, she wanted to look good for co-workers and so of course it wasn't rude if they looked at her. 

Dipuk must have read something in her face as a slight smile returned to his face. Anjelica was happy to feel her tension recede slightly even though she decided the smile was less friendly and even felt a little cruel to her for a second. She knew that Dipuk had an idea and she'd be happy to have him tell her what to do. He was the boss after all.

He turned toward Janice, "Do we still have those Vagin Pouroir samples that they sent over?"

"Yes sir, they sent us a few sizes of each piece they are making."

"Great." His intense eyes turned back to her, "Anjelica, stand up please."

She stood up quickly. Maybe just showing him that she could follow directions would impress him. She still felt a little out of it, kind of light headed and the stress of the situation wasn't helping. She found herself standing, almost relaxed; she was happy he was giving her direct instructions. 

"Turn around please." He made a spinning motion with one finger. 

She swallowed and turned slowly in a circle. She wasn't used to being on display like this and when she thought about it, it was really embarrassing. However, it was easy to follow his directions.

He motioned for her to stop when she faced him and held up a finger, "I have an idea that might help. This lingerie is meant to empower women, give them self confidence, make them feel sexy, not to just entice men. Men are simple creatures. They'll be interested in any half naked woman even if she isn't really that attractive. The trick in the marketing campaign is to really speak to that woman who's looking for a sexual confidence boost or just to feel better about herself. Of course it can't be done in a crude way, it must be subtle and elegant. For that to work you really have to understand the brand and the products.

I'd like you get fully measured by Janice and have you try wearing the Vagin Pouvoir lingerie line exclusively for the next few weeks. I want you to keep a log of how it makes you feel and your thoughts about how to translate that to the marketing campaign. See if it gives you more confidence, what you like and what you don't about it. In the meantime, focus on your other clients and I'll tell GRI that we are still working on their concepts. They'll be here in December and we can present the plan then. How does that sound?"

Anjelica could only nod her head, he'd given her several concrete things to do so she would do them. She might have disappointed him with her initial work but she was determined to impress him now. If it meant wearing this lingerie even 24/7 then so be it. "That sounds like a good idea to me. It will give me a really good feel for the client's products."

Anjelica was chagrined to realize that she may have spaced out after that for a minute or two. She remembered Dipuk talking to her but she couldn't remember what they talked about about at all. That was the first time that had ever happened to her. She supposed that if it had been that important Dipuk would tell her later. 

She'd snapped back to paying attention just as he said, "Ok, Janice, get her measured. Welcome aboard Anjelica. If you ever need to talk to me about anything just see Janelle." He stood up and she shook his hand, once again focused on his intense eyes. 

Janice led her out of the office. Janice didn't seem to feel that the meeting went that badly. She went on to explain that Dipuk almost never liked first ideas. He clearly had a direction in mind for this campaign and now they knew what it was. Anjelica felt more than a little down but was even more determined than ever to impress Dipuk. 

Janice led her back to one of the fitting rooms that they used for models during photo shoots. She told Anjelica to get undressed to her underwear, she'd be right back. Anjelica got undressed and since the room was cold her nipples got nice and hard. Thank goodness for the thick bra she'd worn today. A minute later Janice returned. She didn't even glance at her mostly undressed body, but dug in a box to get a cloth tape measure. It felt weird to be undressed in front of Janice, but she was another woman after all so it wasn't that big a deal. Luckily she hadn't worn any underwear that had holes in it or anything.

Janice quickly took her measurements, bust, hips and waist. Then proceeded to measure everything else just in case so they'd have it for the future. She measured her arms, wrists, neck, legs and even used a shoe store style shoe size tool. Janice went back to the box and pulled out a pair of red silk panties and a matching corset. The corset had a built in 3/4 cup bra but was really built to lift and present the breasts it was holding. 

"Here, try these on for size." She handed them over. "Let me know when you are all set." She turned and left the fitting room.

Anjelica had to admit they were high quality and had a very sexy look to them. She'd never worn lingerie like this before. She quickly took off her underwear and slipped the panties on, they fit her like a second layer of skin but felt great. The corset was a little more problematic, while it was silk, it was a traditional lace up the back design. She'd just gotten it on when she heard the door open and a voice, "Can I give you a hand?" She realized instantly it was her friend Kara. 

Kara quickly helped her get dressed and a moment later Janice was back in the room with them. "See Janice, what did I tell you? Doesn't Anjelica have the hottest body?" Kara had a smug tone to her voice.

Janice nodded and noticed Anjelica's blushing face. "You aren't shy are you?" she asked Anjelica.

Anjelica was in fact very shy about her body and always had been but for some reason she answered, "No, I'm not usually very shy at all."

Janice nodded, "That's good, working in marketing like we do there isn't a lot of room for shyness. We have to work with dressed and undressed models all the time and if that makes you too uncomfortable you might want to reconsider this role." She paused and looked Anjelica over critically, "Kara, what do you think? Is this a good fit or do we need a size bigger on the corset?"




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Kara looked at her, "It is a little tight, but I think it looks great."

Janice put her fingers on her chin and looked her over, "Hmm, I'm not sure. Let me get Dipuk, he's got the best eye for this."

Anjelica could only gape in surprise as Janice left the room to get Dipuk. She stood there nervously shifting from foot to foot dressed only in basically see through lingerie as she waited for them to return. 

Kara picked up on her nervousness and giggled. "Its not like Dipuk doesn't work with all women as well as some of the most beautiful models in the world. I know you don't have anything he hasn't seen before." Anjelica smiled back at Kara and strangely enough that thought did relax her a little bit. She realized that compared to some of the most beautiful models in the world, she'd have to try really hard to impress Dipuk. 

So she wasn't nervous until Dipuk had walked into the room and his eyes locked onto her more than generous chest. Anjelica realized her hard nipples were now clearly visible through the ultra thin corset bra top. She instantly felt like her cheeks matched the red of her lingerie. 

Still staring at her cleavage, Dipuk began, "Well, that is one of most impressive...blushes I've ever seen." Dipuk smiled at her embarrassment. 

At least she impressed him she thought to herself. 

"Let's see" he continued, "stand up straight. That's a nice color on you. Turn around. Very nice." His eyes were roving all over her exposed body. At least this lingerie covered most of her ass when she turned around. 

Dipuk snapped his fingers like he just had a thought, "Kara, go get those red high heels I saw on your desk." She was gone in a flash. 

When Anjelica was facing Dipuk again. He approached her. Very close, definitely inside her personal space but she was determined not to show her shyness. He turned toward Janice, "What do you think of this top? Is it the right size?"

"I'm not sure" Janice replied.

Dipuk held his hands up. "May I?" he asked Anjelica.

Anjelica wasn't really sure that she knew what he was asking her but she nonetheless found herself agreeing, "Yes."

He gently took the top of the corset and pulled it away from her before running his finger between it and her skin. He ran his finger from one side of her across her breasts right above her hard nipples all the way to the other side. Then he let go and stepped back. "I think its a perfect fit."

She was so nervous that she couldn't even move. Just then the door opened and Kara came back in with the heels. Dipuk handed them to her and told her to try them on. She sat on the bench in the room and quickly put them on. She liked them instantly, these were not cheap shoes. She was a little afraid of the three inch heels, she'd never worn something that high before. 

She stood back up and was again hit with how short Dipuk was. She was 5' 8" in her bare feet but now she towered over his 5' 6" height. He didn't seem to mind though. Having her spin and even pose for him almost like she was a model. She found it easiest to just follow each instruction he gave her and not think about it.

"I'm very impressed with the impact those shoes have on this lingerie. We might have to work them into the campaign." He was looking through the box of clothing that Janice had brought in earlier. "Janice, please find her several other outfits in her size. Kara, since you've been focusing on shoes try to get her a couple of matching pairs."

Angelica was getting used to being in the small room with three other fully dressed people but her nipples were still as hard as ever. She tried not to think about it and just waited for direction from Dipuk.

Dipuk clapped his hands, "Ok, I think we are just about done here, back to work. Anjelica, make sure you show your boyfriend your lingerie to get his opinion. You know, look, feel how easy it is to remove. Make sure you wear Vagin Pouvoir ensembles everyday and record everything in your log. I think it will make you feel more sexy and confident in all aspects of your life." Anjelica could only nod in agreement. They all left her to get dressed. 

She did feel a little different the rest of the day. She remembered thinking repeatedly that she felt more sexy and confident. She found herself looking at one of the other women and wondering if they were wearing lingerie under their stylish outfits. But mostly Anjelica felt disappointed that she hadn't really been able to impress Dipuk. It was very important to her that she impress Dipuk and his comments about being impressed by her blush and by the improvement the shoes made to her look just whetted her appetite to impress him more. 

The afternoon flew by before she realized it. She got home to the apartment before me and she'd decided to do a little more work on the home computer. An hour later I surprised her as she was deep in thought. 

#

I didn't know what to make of her day at first but I knew that I wanted to see her in the lingerie I realized she was wearing under her clothes. For some reason I wasn't that upset with Dipuk seeing her in the lingerie today or the way he was bossing her around, he was the boss after all. In fact, I was surprised to find that I actually had feelings almost like those that Anjelica had described. I wanted to impress him too. The first thing that came to mind was to impress him with how beautiful my girlfriend was. I knew she loved me and had no interest in him, so impressing him with her hotness wasn't a risk. It would really just drive home how lucky I was. 

Anjelica stood up and slowly stripped for me. As she unbuttoned her blouse I saw the red corset revealed; it looked very much like I pictured it from her description and the color was great on her. She undid her pants and slid them down, carefully taking them off and keeping her red high heels on the whole time. She stood up and twirled in a circle for me, much like I imagined she had for Dipuk. 

She looked good, I'm not sure she realized just how good. The lingerie she was wearing was very form fitting and extremely thin. I could easily see her nipples through the material and they weren't even hard right now. The corset shaped her already shapely body into a tight hourglass form that screamed sultry sex. The panties had some lace to them and I could see plenty of skin around and even through them, it was just hot.

I didn't see how he couldn't have been impressed by her.

"So what do you think of me in the lingerie?" She asked with a smile on her face and one finger tracing her exposed cleavage. I think she knew the answer from the drooling look on my face.

"You look good enough to eat." I started to move toward her.

She laughed, "Not so fast cowboy. I still need to do my log tonight. I hate typing all the time, so I'm going to do a video log. I'll want to get some feedback from you beyond my edibility quotient."

She went into the bed room and I watched her looking at herself in the mirror critically and posing. I started getting changed myself. "Oh, no." She gasped and I turned back around.

"What's wrong?" I thought it was something serious from her voice. 

"I just realized that I'd never shaved my legs. They are so hairy. I'm so embarrassed." There was real chagrin in her voice.

Now, let me tell you something about Anjelica. She is a natural blonde with silky very light blonde hair up top and down below. The small blonde hair on her arms and legs was almost invisible unless she was in the sun just the right way. Unless someone was running their hands up and down her legs or arms they'd never even notice whether or not she'd shaved.

I assured her I couldn't tell from a few feet away but she was concerned enough about it that she disappeared into the bathroom for half and hour. I spent the time surfing the web on the computer under my login. When she came out she insisted that I feel every inch of her legs to make sure she hadn't missed anything. She was silky smooth and felt great. I took my time in checking a couple spots hoping to expand my exploration, but she wanted to finish her log before going to bed so she stopped me from going too far. 

I watched her start the video recording on the iMac, she talked about the lingerie style, the size, how it made her feel. What she liked and what she didn't, like having to lace it up in the back. She talked about feeling a little more sexy when she wore it at work, knowing it was under her business clothing. She said it seemed to have increased her confidence a little bit on the way home from work too. Shd found herself walking with an extra swing in her hips. She mentioned that she liked teasing me with it. When she'd finished her part she stood up and turned around, posing for the camera and filming herself from all angles. 

I was amazed, here was shy Anjelica filming herself while looking like a wet dream without a second thought. This new job had really changed her outlook pretty dramatically. I liked her more confident attitude. When she was done showing the camera the lingerie she turned to me and asked me questions about the lingerie and her wearing it. I told her she looked great, but that she always did. I told her I liked the way the corset shaped her even more and made her boobs look bigger. Told her how nice and firm her ass looked in it from behind. I even admitted to the fact that I kind of liked the idea of her wearing the sexy undies at work where her male co-workers, only Dipuk I guess, wouldn't really know just how good she looked under her clothes. I guess Anjelica would interact with clients that might be male, and that was a turn on too. I knew they'd look at her with lust because she was so beautiful, but they'd never really see her like I was seeing her right now. 

I wasn't really feeling that threatened by Dipuk despite the fact he'd seen her dressed in almost nothing. Apparently, he was a small, skinny, ok looking man while I had always been told I was handsome, was in great shape and stood an even 6' tall. Dipuk was working in a female dominated industry with an all female team. He probably didn't even like women. I wasn't worried about the clients at all. I took a quick shower and when I came out she had finished her video and was working on her campaign again. She seemed almost entranced and when I put my hands on her sexy shoulders she jumped in surprise. 

I hoped that I'd answered everything correctly about the lingerie; answering our woman's questions correctly is always a challenge for us guys. There's often no good answer and the more we talk, the deeper the hole we dig. So I was curious to see if any comments I'd made had been misinterpreted. She stood up and faced me, there was a hungry look on her face as she said, "One last thing I need feedback on. How easy is it to remove?"

As she pushed me back on the bed I knew I'd done good. Turned out she didn't need to remove it, she kept her lingerie on, which frankly was a real turn on. I didn't like the fact that she wore the heels too though when she stabbed me in the thigh trying to straddle me. She easily pulled her panties to the side and slipped me inside of her. She felt boiling hot and there was moisture running from her pussy onto me. I laid back and enjoyed the ride, taking time to free her breasts from their red silk enclosure. From her instant reaction, she must have come the first time my dick penetrated her but that just seemed to urge her on more and more. She stopped to recover for about three seconds after her orgasm and then began fucking me fast.

She was so hot and so into it that she made me come within five minutes of mounting me. She kept riding me until I started getting soft. With a moue of disappointment she pulled my softening dick out of her and replaced her pussy with her hot mouth. Anjelica had always been pretty vanilla when it came to sex, great sex granted, but always missionary with a special treat of on top thrown in once and a while. I could count on one hand the number of times she'd given me a blow job and here she was going to town without me even asking and right after my cock had been in her pussy. She wasn't taking no for an answer and as soon as my cock was hard again. She mounted me and started riding, coming after only another minute or two. 

She collapsed down on top of me and I took a minute to catch my breath. My cock was still buried inside of her and it was still rock hard. After about two minutes when her breathing came back to normal I held her hips and started pumping in and out of her. I controlled the pace and I lasted a lot longer this time since I'd already come. After a minute or two she got back into it but I rolled her onto her back before she could take over again.

I have to admit, it was really hot when I stood up next to the bed and held her legs up against my chest. I decided I liked the high heels when they were in the air next to my head. Seeing Anjelica below me in her lingerie with her long smooth legs rubbing against me were quickly pushing me toward the edge. I slammed into her over and over, faster and faster. Her pussy felt great around my cock, hot and lubed up perfectly. Her moans were increasing too. I pushed hard on every thrust and while I'm not huge, my 8 inch cock (7 inches when Anjelica measured it) was bottoming out inside her. It felt great and I couldn't hold it back any longer. Two more thrusts and I came inside her, she pulled me down in a tight hug and wrapped her legs around me. I could feel her spasming and she squeezed me tightly with her internal muscles. 

She ended up sleeping in her lingerie that night but I made her take off her shoes at least. I decided that in general I liked her new job and was enjoying her new slightly more outgoing personality.

#

The rest of the week was relatively uneventful. I would watch Anjelica get dressed in the morning and I have to admit it was very enticing watching her put on a lovely lacy outfit under her business clothing. Her clothing changed too as she got more outfits from her clients. At the time she had four main brands that she was working with, GRI with their Vagin Pouvoir line was the most important one and she was wearing their lingerie exclusively. She also started wearing stockings everyday from her Wilford brand. There were all different types that she had to choose from, some thigh high stay ups, some with the traditional garter belt and some were really very fancy pantyhose. She had a whole selection of shoes from Kara's clients, all in her size and she was like a kid in a candy store when it came to the footwear so she was having a blast.

Anjelica also had a more traditional clothing brand that she was working with. It was Harvey Logor and they specialized in cocktail and evening dresses. Most of the cocktail dresses were mid thigh, but a few that she'd received were quite a bit shorter, more like miniskirt length. The evening dresses were more elegant and usually full length but tended to hug her tall, shapely body leaving little to the imagination. The companies had taken to shipping stuff directly to our apartment so each day when I got home I'd find her with clothing and lingerie laid out on the bed. She soon took over my portion of the closet and moved me to the guest room closet.

Despite the fact that I was seeing her in all these sexy outfits that were making me horny every morning and every evening I was giving her comments on the outfits we didn't have any more sex that week until Friday, each night she just seemed too busy and frankly distracted with her work. Don't get me wrong, I was enjoying myself working with her on her marking campaign ideas and helping record video feedback but she was just too busy to be distracted with sex.

Friday night I'd ordered us some Chinese take out and when I brought it back she'd already stripped down to her lingerie, a nice dark blue teddy with the tinniest little panties and was filming her comments for the video log. Once again, she didn't notice when I walked in. I watched her for a moment and then helped by adjusting the camera to get a better shot of her. "Thanks" she said, finally noticing me as I adjust the iMac's camera. "No problem, I like working with you on this stuff. They should start paying me too; I'm just like another co-worker." She laughed and her eyes took on a hungry look, "I think I know how I can pay you." She bent all the way down and touched the floor with her legs straight and slightly spread, putting her ass on display. 

We ate cold food that night but I could have cared less. She'd really been into the sex and she wore me out. She seemed a little disappointed when I couldn't get hard again after coming three times. When I got up in the morning, she was already back at work on her computer in her dark blue lingerie. 

Saturday morning we got a delivery from the fourth brand that was her client, the Pyramide Collective. She hadn't worked with them yet at all and didn't know exactly what kind of clothing they had. It turned out to be a little different and unique. They'd sent Anjelica a large box with a full catalogue and a note saying that they were looking forward to meeting with her and seeing her ideas. The clothing was very cool and had been marketed to date as Romance, Myth and Fantasy wear. There were about a dozen outfits that ranged from low cut flowing blouses with cool designs and patterns to skin tight pants. There were even two costumes, a sexy gypsy outfit with a bare midriff and a an equally sexy but very elegant pirate queen outfit, its too bad that we didn't get these outfits before Halloween, she would have been the hit of the party. 

Finally, there were a collection of what I can only describe as sex toys. There were three that they'd included, a pair of panties with a built in silent vibrator with remote control, a set of Kegel balls that could be tethered together and a really elaborate vibrator with three different speed settings, a warming function and both a clit and g-spot massager. Frankly it was a little intimidating and Anjelica quickly set it down.

Anjelica had never used, let alone owned a sex toy in her life so she didn't know what to do about them at all. She loved the clothing though. Since she wasn't looking at the sex toys at all, my curiosity got the best of me and I ended up reading all the directions and instructions while she went back to putting down some ideas for the new brand on the computer. 

Later, when she was in the shower, I ended up reading online on how to use the Kegel balls. It seemed that women used them to strengthen their vaginal muscles and for stimulation as well. The more I read about them, the more I wanted to see Anjelica use them. I couldn't get the thought out of my mind of how sexy it would be for her to wear them as we went about our weekend. No one would know that she had them tucked into her sexy little pussy.

I realized that I had let time get away from me when she opened the bathroom door and came out wrapped in towels. I figured it was now or never. "Hey hun, these Kegel balls are pretty cool." She made a face and responded, "I don't like the thought of sex toys at all. I can't imagine using them."

"Well, the Kegel balls aren't really sex toys per se. They are really more of an exercise device. They're intended to strengthen your internal muscles and give you more control over them. A lot of women rave about them." I gestured to the computer but she still didn't look sold. Then finally, the one argument that I thought would win her over, "They are one of your brands after all, aren't you supposed to try each of the brand's products out? How else are you going to come up with a marketing campaign and impress Dipuk if you don't know all your brands?" 

Anjelica got a very thoughtful look on her face and then nodded her head. "Jon, you are absolutely correct. I'm so glad you are working with me on this." She stood up and sat in my lap, giving me a kiss. "I've never used anything like this. I don't know what to do with them at all, can you help me with them?" So that's how I ended up between my girlfriend's widely spread, naked legs gently pushing two Kegel balls that were connected together into her pussy. The balls had smaller balls inside of them that would move and cause the larger balls to move anytime she shifted position or walked but they didn't make any noise at least.




The Valentine's Day Mesmerizing



She walked around the apartment naked for a while getting used to them. When she felt she had the knack of holding them in she pulled on a really skimpy pink lingerie panty and bra set, black stockings with black heels and a rather conservative dark red dress. We headed out to run some errands, had dinner and even took in a movie. I'd completely forgotten about the Kegel balls by the time we got back.

As soon as we got in she ran to the computer and fired up the camera recording her daily log. She talked about the dress and then pulled it off, described the stocking and shoes and removed them as well. Then she commented on the lingerie and asked my opinion about the entire ensemble. Soon the lingerie was gone too and she stood naked in front of the camera. She had me adjust it and she sat on the bed and spread her legs. A small protruding loop was sticking out from between her little pussy lips with their blonde landing strip on top. 

She started talking about how much she liked the Kegel balls and that it had made her so horny to be wearing them all day. It especially turned her on since it was combined with the sexy lingerie and the conservative dress. Feeling them moving inside her all day had given her a couple of small orgasms and she informed the camera and me that she couldn't wait to "get fucked", her words, not mine. She then pulled them out of her pussy with a moan and a slight popping sound and pulled me toward her. I made sure she got fucked good. I was really liking this new job of hers. 

#

On Sunday Janice called and asked Anjelica if she could come in for a few hours and help her and Kara out with another client's project. Of course Anjelica said she would so I was left to my own devices for the day. First things first I decided to ate a bagel while I started researching all the sex toys and products that the Pyramide Collective sold. It was a pretty big list online and I found myself reading the reviews of each of the products. It was easy to imagine me using each of them on Anjelica. I hadn't realized how much time had passed but when I looked up it was already the middle of the afternoon. No sign of Anjelica and I was starving so I logged out and made some lunch. 

There was a thunderstorm moving thru the area so I figured she might have stayed at work until it passed. No big deal. Not like we had big plans or anything. I logged back into the computer and started just generally surfing the web, checking scores of games and reading the latest news. I saw one picture that reminded me of a coworker of mine, essentially she worked for me since I ran the whole store. Rebecca with was a young sales associate, maybe 19 years old with a super fit body and brunette hair. She confided in me that she worked out a lot on stair masters at the gym and it showed. Rebecca had one of the hottest asses that I had ever seen and Anjelica was pretty damn good in that department. 

I'd even mentioned her to Anjelica in the past and she'd joked that I could always use my position to 'bang' her sweet little ass if I wanted too. Now I couldn't get her out of my mind for some reason. I kept picturing her wearing the workout clothes I'd seen her in one time, skin tight shorts that barely covered her ass and a tight shirt that showed off her generous breasts. If I had been 8 years younger and not with Anjelica I would have made a move. I sat there looking at the picture that reminded me of her and thinking about how hot she was and actually how hot so many of my co-workers were. Anjelica probably wouldn't even mind that much if I screwed the little tease. She knew I loved HER and it was just sex after all. Sex was a lot of fun, but it didn't compare to love.

After about twenty minutes of that fantasy I think I was beginning to imagine things because there was a flash of lightening and a few seconds later the power went out. The computer wasn't on a UPS, but it still took about a full second for the screen to lose power. In that second I could have swore I read words displayed on the screen. It was just a flash but I thought I read, "You are attracted to your co-workers. Your co-workers are hot. Sex is no big deal. Sex is fun but it doesn't compare to love. You want to impress Dipuk."

It was almost the exact same mantra that I'd been telling myself lately. Man, I was spending way too much time on the computer, imagining things now. When the power came back and it rebooted, I didn't see any of the words, my mind had obviously just been playing tricks on me. When I logged back in I did notice an error message though. A file transfer incomplete message with a file name that looked random and a .MOV extension was displayed. Before I could click anything it disappeared. 

That made me think. The only video files that I was aware of were the video log files that Anjelica was recording. I hunted around and found all her files. They were all there. Were they being backed up or something? Strange. I decided to check out the quality of our recordings and started watching them. They looked good and it was hot seeing her barely dressed on camera. Between my fantasy and the video I had a raging hard on that I was just starting to take care of myself when my cell phone rang. 

"Hello."

"Hey there, I'll be back in five minutes. Why don't we go out to dinner?" It was great to hear her sweet voice but she sounded a little tired though.

"You sure you want to? It sounds like you had a long day."

There was a little more energy in her voice now, "I need a nice dinner with you."

"Ok, that sounds great to me. I'll jump in the shower." I looked down at my cock with disappointment.

"Ok, that's perfect."

"How was your day at the office?" I logged out of the computer. She must not have heard me that well since there was about a two second hesitation before she answered. 

"Everything worked out well, Kara was there too so it was fun. Thanks for not being mad about me going in." Her voice sounded a little sad to me like she was really worried I'd be mad.

"Why would I be mad? I'm glad it went well. I'll see you in a few."

"Ok, see you soon." 

#

I jumped into the shower and spent about 15 minutes making sure that I'd cooled down. When I got out Anjelica was on the computer. She was wearing a short purple dress with nude colored stockings and purple high heels. Her hair was pulled back and looked great. She looked up at me right away and smiled, it lit up her whole face. "Get dressed into something nice, I have a surprise for you tonight."

I'm not one to keep a lady waiting so within ten minutes we were out the door. We grabbed a cab and she took us to a very elegant Italian restaurant that was always tough to get into. When we'd been seated at our table and had some wine, she leaned over and took my hand. "Dipuk and Janice wanted to say thank you to both of us for me working today, so dinner is on the company." She pressed a small rectangle into my hand and continued, "and I wanted to say thank you for being such an understanding boyfriend. I'm trusting you with this tonight. You can use it whichever way you want to."

I looked at the object in my hand, it was the remote control for the vibrating panties that we'd just gotten yesterday. Anjelica smiled her beautiful smile at me. "I changed while you were in the shower." I smiled back and pressed the 'pulse' button, I'd read all the instructions after all. My smile got even wider when Anjelica jumped and let out an involuntary 'oh'. Her hand went quickly to her mouth and she quickly looked around the restaurant to make sure no one noticed. No one did. 

"I think we are going to have a lot of fun tonight" I said. She just looked at me kind of wide eyed and took a gulp of wine. 

I set the vibrate setting to the lowest and turned it on. It was fun, she was distracted but she could handle it once she got used to it. We had a great dinner. We'd just finished and she announced that she had to do to the ladies' room. I waited until she'd just walked in, they were single bathrooms and turned the setting to full. I didn't hear anything but I saw an old man sitting near the bathroom turn his head and look at the door...after two minutes I turned it back down and about five minutes later the door opened and a rather sheepish Anjelica came back out. She quickly sat down and swatted my hand across the table and we both started giggling. I made her come twice in the cab ride home. It was all she could do to stifle her moans. She shot me dirty look after the first orgasm so I turned it back on and made her come again. Then she just leaned in and kissed me while she begged me to stop making her come. So I did for a little bit. Later that night was a great evening.

#

The next two weeks up to December 6th flew by. Anjelica was working long hours and often I'd be home before her and she'd be gone almost before I got up for work up in the morning. I noticed that she was wearing the Kegel balls everyday now and smiled when I thought about how much I'd benefit from all her exercise. We'd slipped into a routine and there are only two things over those two weeks that I want to add to my story. The first one is something that I'm not that proud of. 

It was a slow Friday at work for me, we'd already survived black friday and now the holiday season was ramping up. But we had extra teams in and for the last two weeks I hadn't been able to look at a female co-worker without noticing how hot she was. I'd been working closely with a shift manager, Michelle. She was a very petite woman with beautiful auburn hair and deep brown eyes framed by a gorgeous face. She was perfectly curvy and always dressed to show off all of her nice curves. She smelled great, a light floral perfume and it was very distracting to be working with her so closely. When she called it quits for the day and headed for home and her husband I breathed a sigh of relief. 

But I'd sighed too soon. No sooner had she left than little Rebecca had asked if I had a few minutes for her. I've mentioned Rebecca and her amazing ass before. She was a very pretty girl but her ass was definitely her best feature and it was clear she knew it. She always dressed to impress. I'd heard from Michelle that Rebecca had a crush on me but she'd never really showed any sign of it to me. Today it was different. I was feeling a little bit lonely since Anjelica was working late all week and so I probably let my guard down a little bit.

Soon we were talking in my office and she knocked some papers off my desk. She told me to sit, she'd get them. She then made a show of bending over and picking the papers up. When that went on for 5 minutes without me stopping her she contrived to rub her ass against me and I couldn't stop myself. My hands moved like they had minds of their own and I grabbed her ass cheek, squeezing it and goosing her. 

It was like I'd flipped a switch, she turned and gave me one of the most aggressive kisses I'd ever received. I grabbed her ass with both hands while she kissed me and it felt even better than how I thought it would. She let out a little moan but pushed harder into me, creating more contact. Before I realized what was happening she had pushed me back into my chair and climbed into my lap. She took my hand and put it right on her tit. I was kissing her while grabbing her chest with one hand still massaging her ass.

It was a foregone conclusion at that point; it would have taken a much stronger man than me to stop. I had her nubile young body bent over my desk and I was fucking her from behind in no time. Each thrust in smashed my pelvis into her delicious ass cheeks. They were firm, warm and felt incredible as I fucked her. 

The only downside being I had to use a condom. I just kept thinking how hot my co-workers were while I pounded her; Rebecca and Michelle in particular. She came twice before I did, I think the condom dulled the sensations a little bit. It definitely wasn't the same as with Anjelica. But after all this was just sex and it didn't really compare to real love.

The second thing that happened I found out later that night when Anjelica finally made it home. I was wracked with guilt and was trying to decide if I should tell her and if I told her would I lose her forever? Anjelica seemed down as well. At first I thought that maybe she could tell what I'd done somehow, you know what they say about women's intuition and all that. I quickly realized though that something else was bothering her.

She'd brought home two nice salads from the office. Her's she was eating with a little mandarin orange vinaigrette and for me she'd brought a salad with ranch dressing. Now, she used to make her own ranch dressing and I never liked it or any ranch dressing. Couldn't stand the taste but I'd never told her so I wouldn't hurt her feelings. So I quietly threw out the small plastic container of ranch dressing when she wasn't looking and replaced it with blue cheese, my favorite. They looked the same so she wouldn't know. Now that was the way to eat a salad. 

I poured us a generous glass of wine and we both sat down to eat and she told me about her day. She hadn't really been telling me about work that much lately since we were barely seeing each other. At most I'd get that everything was going well. Or nothing much happened today; just a normal day. More often she would pull me into her project and ask my opinion of something she was creating. Tonight I got the sense she needed to unload and boy did she. 

It seems that on a lot of the nights when she said everything was going well or nothing much happened, she wasn't being 100% truthful. She didn't mean to lie but she didn't want to hurt me or make me angry. She really liked the job she had, it was a dream job for her and there were just some challenges that she had to overcome at work but she was coping well.

She went on to say that it had kind of started on the Sunday when she'd been called in by Janice to work and they gave us the nice dinner afterward. It turns out the day hadn't been quite as boring as she'd let on. She had gone in since Kara had two clients in town and they were looking for a readout on the progress that Kara had made on their marketing programs. Kara had needed someone to help model the designer shoes so Janice had called her in. Anjelica had enjoyed working out with the Kegel balls the day before so figured she'd continue and slipped them in when she got ready. 

Since she was helping model shoes she wore a pair of sharp nude color thigh high stay up stockings with just a little design to them. She wore white lingerie; a thin bra and lacy panties. She laughed at the time since it looked almost virginal but was almost practically see thru, it really enticed more than it covered. She put on her nicest white dress. It was about mini skirt length and low cut. She'd show off a ton of cleavage and a lot of leg but she was modeling today so figured it would be ok; they'd just be looking at her shoes anyway.

When she got to the office Kara and Janice were there but the client wasn't yet. They setup all the shoes and Kara printed out all the adds and the campaign she'd worked with Dipuk on. After about two hours the women were hungry so they each had salads, Anjelica once again eating the salad with ranch dressing. 

A few minutes later Dipuk came in with two men from the client. They were both very good looking, one was about 25 and the other 35 years old. Dipuk pulled Anjelica aside to tell her how happy she was that she'd been able to come in and help them out. She knew that they talked for a few more minutes, but couldn't remember what they talked about at all. Probably just small talk of no consequence.

They got right down to business and she modeled all the shoes under Kara's direction. She had the legs and the height for it. Anjelica found she liked their attention. Kara had her pose all sorts of ways and Anjelica had to laugh to herself at how carried away Kara got. Some of the poses were just sexually provocative and you could barely even see the shoes she was wearing. Like the position where she was kneeling with her feet under her ass. She was leaning forward and starting to crawl toward the men. She knew they could see right down her dress at her generous cleavage but it was fun, like she was play acting. Soon it was the middle of the afternoon and they had just wrapped up. Dipuk announced that a late lunch was on him since the men hadn't eaten and she realized that she was hungry too, the salad wasn't that filling.

They went out to a nice spanish restaurant for lunch and had a couple of drinks. Afterward Dipuk took all of them back to the corporate apartment for a final drink and to sign the deal. It was the first time Anjelica had seen the apartment. The apartment was in a really upper scale building. It was one big modern room with a kitchen and a bathroom off it and it looked like three other bedrooms were connected to it. Janelle was waiting there for them with the contract that needed to be signed. 

Anjelica was talking quite a bit with the younger of the two clients, George, as he was about her age. Dipuk mentioned that George was the CEO's son and was poised to take over the company in a few years. He was running all their operations today and that included marketing. 

George asked Anjelica about her job and she explained that she was doing marketing right now for four brands. He confessed that she was so beautiful that he'd thought she was a model. Anjelica was very flattered and liked all the interest he was showing in her. He asked her all sorts of questions about how she approached her marketing campaigns and what she looked for when trying to market something. 

She was having a lot of fun talking to him, it was nice to have someone so engaged. Dipuk joined their conversation again and explained that Anjelica was wearing each of the brands that she was trying to market for. That way she'd get a really good feel and develop an understanding of their products and how they made a consumer feel. It would allow her to market the brands very effectively.

George looked her over. She was wearing two diamond stud earrings, a small pearl necklace, the one piece dress, stockings and her shoes. George nodded. "Let me guess, since you aren't working on our brand that crosses the shoes off your list. I'd guess your clients make, the dress, the stockings, the earrings and the necklace. Am I right?"

Anjelica laughed and said, "You're only half right. Yes on both the stockings and dress." Then she realized what his next question was going to be so she shut up.

George got a look of confusion on his face, "What else are you marketing? Makeup? Lipstick? Nail polish?"

Anjelica didn't say anything and after a few seconds Dipuk spoke up, "Why I believe that Anjelica is being shy."

Anjelica immediately turned to Dipuk to protest, "No, I'm not shy." She was remembering what Janice had told her about being shy in this business - she wanted to impress Dipuk, not to disappoint him.

"Well, Anjelica, George is a client of the firm even if he isn't your client. Why don't you stand up and show him each brand's item that you are wearing and explain what you like or don't like about it."

She really wanted to impress Dipuk. She had to show him it was no big deal, she wasn't shy and nervous. So she stood up and and ran her hand down her dress with a confidence she didn't really feel. She explained the Harvey Logor brand, how she liked the fit of the dress, the workmanship and how good it made her feel. Then she daringly put one foot up on the chair next the George. This raised the already short hem line of her dress and put her legs front and center on display. 

She ran a hand down her leg and talked about the Wilford stockings that she was wearing. How they energized her legs and how they complimented the elegant shoes. She asked George, "Don't you think these stockings look good with your shoes?"




The Valentine's Day Mesmerizing



There was a pause while George swallowed. "Ah, yes. I think they look good. I mean, they look really good." He swallowed again and couldn't seem to look anywhere else but at her stockings; the very top of her stockings. 

Anjelica smiled and went to sit back down but Dipuk put out a hand and stopped her. "You haven't shown him all your brands yet. Go ahead and show him everything. Remember, the customer always comes first."

It was Anjelica's turn to swallow, but she knew he was right, the customer always came first. That was almost as important to her as impressing Dipuk. "Ok, sure." She decided to pretend that she was just doing her normal nightly video log. She'd never really imagined that anyone beside Jonathan would see her in this lingerie and she was feeling very self conscious. 

She turned her back to George and said, "I could use a hand with this zipper."

George was on his feet and helping her unzip in about a microsecond. 

The dress zipped down to just above her very pert ass. She slipped it off her shoulders and it shimmied down her body to pool around her feet. She stepped over the dress and turned back toward George.

George couldn't take in her nearly naked body fast enough. His eyes were darting all over her body. The white lingerie did little to conceal her charms. She knew her nipples were visible through the top. She tried to project a confidence that she didn't really feel. "This is GRI's new Vagin Pourvour line of lingerie." She went on to describe that she liked it since it boosted her confidence, made her feel sexy and was very comfortable to wear. George could only nod his head. Anjelica noticed that the other client along with Kara and Janelle were all watching her show off her underwear.

Anjelica felt almost detached like she was watching herself but not really controlling her own actions. She knew she had one more brand that she needed to show off and despite her best efforts she knew her cheeks were burning red. Why did she wear those darn Kegel balls today? 

George sat back down, his eyes apparently permanently attached to her body. She stepped back a step and seeing a nod from Dipuk she took a deep breath. "The last brand that I'm wearing is part of the Pyramide Collective personal line of products. She saw him look her up and down with a confused look on his face. She obviously had little on that could hide anything. 

She knew she needed to act calm and collected to impress Dipuk but it was very difficult. With her hands almost shaking she pulled her panties down and they slid down her smooth stocking covered legs to the floor. Glancing over at the other two women she saw that Kara was now actually sitting in her client's lap and it looked like his hand was up her shirt. Janelle had now squeezed between George and Dipuk on the couch. All eyes were riveted on her. George's on her crotch and blonde topped pussy, Dipuk's eyes on her eyes and Janelle seemed to be checking all of her out with a small smile on her face.

So Anjelica was now standing with only a bra, high heels and stockings on. She slowly moved her feet apart and the loop of plastic that connected the two Kegel balls was suddenly visible sticking about an inch out of her pussy lips. She didn't ever think she'd been so embarrassed in her life, but she was determined to continue despite her bright red blush and the roaring sound of blood pumping in her ears. 

Anjelica also noticed that along with the embarrassment she was starting to feel a good deal of arousal. She could tell her pussy was starting to moisten up. She told herself it was just the effect of wearing the Kegel balls all day. They'd been stimulating her pussy and exercising the muscles for hours now. She stood there for what seemed like a long time but was in reality only a few seconds.

Dipuk broke the silence, "Anjelica, do you like wearing the Kegel balls? Do they arouse you?"

She blinked and responded. "Yes, they feel very good."

He continued, "What about your boyfriend, does he like you wearing them?"

She had to think for a second, it was tough to think, "Yes, he wanted me to wear them. He helped me put them in yesterday."

Dipuk smiled, "He helped you yesterday, what about today? Did he help you wear them today?"

"No, I put them in myself. He doesn't know I wore them today." She always wanted to tell the truth to her bosses and to clients. She shouldn't hold anything back. It was weird, she'd always been a private person, but that didn't seem too important now to her.

"Hmm, well. We better make sure you put them in correctly then. Come here." He crooked his finger for her to come forward. She hesitated a second and then moved forward. 

With her long legs and in her tall heels the little plastic loop was perfectly on eye level as the three of them sat on the couch. She had walked instinctively to stand in front of Dipuk but he put a hand on her leg and pushed her over to stand in front of Janelle. With a smirky smile on his face he said, "I've never worn Kegel balls before. Janelle, I believe you have. Why don't you check them for Anjelica."

Janelle smiled and leaned forward, "I'd be happy to. Please spread your legs dear. That's it. A little bit wider." Angelica's feet were now a little wider than shoulder width apart and everything down there was on clear display. George's face had gotten red and she saw him lick his lips a couple of times. While embarrassing she had to admit, it was turning her on to be on display like this with all three of them looking at her pussy.

Anjelica jumped when Janelle touched her and spread her lips open. Then she felt her slide a finger through the loop and felt the Kegel balls being pulled out of her. She could only moan at the feeling as they were pulled down and out of her body. Expanding the muscles and then letting them contract after they'd passed. She realized that Janelle had pulled the Kegel balls out of her completely and was showing them to Dipuk and George. Explaining how they worked and what they did.

Janelle looked up at her and said, "Well how about it Anjelica?" She realized that she'd missed them ask her a question and had no idea how to respond. Janelle sensed that and repeated, "Will you show us how strong your muscles are? That would seem to be an important data point for your marketing research, right?"

She could only nod her head, having no idea what they really meant. Janelle looked around the room and spotted an old style desktop scales of justice statue. It had several small weights with little loops on top. She grabbed a few of the weights and went behind the bar. Anjelica saw that she'd come back with small small twisty ties, like you'd find on a loaf of bread. She made a hook out of a couple of the ties and attached them to the weights. 

"There" she said in satisfaction, "we can do this very scientifically now." Anjelica didn't know how much the small weights weighed, but she guessed she'd find out. Janelle once again spread her lips with one hand and began pushing the Kegel balls inside her with the other. It was very arousing to be penetrated with this entire audience of her co-workers and clients. It jumped to another level when Janelle quickly rubbed her clit and then captured it between two fingers and squeezed it as she pushed the balls in. She did it in such a way that Anjelica didn't think the men noticed, but they couldn't miss her moan or the fact she had to put a hand on Janelle's head to steady herself. They probably just thought she was swooning from the penetration and imagining that it was their dick doing the penetrating. Men.

Janelle told her to hold it inside herself for as long as possible. She gave the loop two quick tugs and Anjelica clamped down on her internal muscles to hold it in place. Then she attached the smallest weight and she sat back to watch what happened. Anjelica could feel gravity trying to pull the balls from her but she was able to easily keep them in place. She actually felt a flash of pride. Janelle leaned back forward and added another weight. This was tougher but she was able to keep her muscles locked. Another minute and another weight. This was getting a lot harder now. It felt like someone was trying to pull them right out of her pussy. She also felt like her muscles there were getting tired. 

Janelle added the biggest weight yet and as soon as she let go of it, Anjelica felt the Kegel balls slipping out of her tired pussy. She clamped down with everything she had and was able to stop it. Her relief was short lived though. Her muscles felt tired, like she'd been working out hard at the gym and despite everything she tried they were fluttering and the weight was pulling the balls from her body. Two seconds later there was a popping sound and the Kegel balls and the weights all fell to the floor. 

Dipuk looked at her and said, "Hmm, we'll have to work on that. If you are going to market their goods then we'll need to get a good before and after measurement. George, next time Anjelica can show you what an improvement she's made. Anjelica, why don't you put the weights away, clean the Kegel balls off and get dressed. Then you can head out."

Anjelica ran to do that, still basically naked, she put the weights away. Washed the balls in the sink with soap and water and then came back and pulled her panties back on and slipped her dress on. George was watching her the whole time and helped her zip the dress back up.

Dipuk raised a finger and said, "Oh yes, one more thing. You should put the Kegel balls back in and make sure you wear them everyday from now on." Anjelica went to go to the bathroom and Dipuk stopped her. "Just do it here, in fact, George why don't you put it back in her. You saw how Janelle did it."

George had been very quiet, "Ah, sure. I'm happy to help."

Anjelica moved to stand in front of George. She pulled her dress up around her waist and her panties down around her thighs. She spread her legs so the panties were stretched tight. She noted that a little more stretch to the panties would be nice. She'd have to tell GRI about that. George picked up the Kegel balls and looking up at her eyes he gently spread her pussy lips with one hand. He worked the Kegel balls inside her slowly moving them back and forth and side to side as he pushed them in. She could smell signs of her arousal so she knew that he could too since he was only about six inches away from her pussy. The thought made her hornier than ever. The feeling of being penetrated by this stranger, this client, was very arousing.

He worked it back and forth almost fucking her pussy with it and she was shocked to feel a fast small orgasm hit her out of the blue as he shoved it fully insider her. She grabbed his head with both hands and held him tightly while she came. Just as she was coming down she realized she'd thrust her pussy against his mouth when she came. She felt a warm, wet tongue licking her pussy lips and diddling her clit back and forth. It caused either another orgasm or just extended the one she was already feeling, she wasn't sure. Either way, it was another minute before she was somewhat recovered from her orgasm. She half expected him to throw her on the floor and mount her with a nice hard cock, she knew she wouldn't have fought him at all. 

His mouth was all wet with her juices. She couldn't believe what had just happened. Dipuk was once again the one to break the silence, "Well Anjelica, that looked like fun. Why don't you give George a kiss and tell him thank you." She leaned down, her dress still around her waist, her pussy and ass on display and licked his lips, tasting herself. They kissed passionately for about a minute and she felt his hand grabbing her breast. She also realized that while they'd been kissing Janelle and leaned over from her spot on the couch and undone George's pants freeing a very good size, rock hard cock. Janelle began kissing it and sucking it like a lollipop. Finally their kissing stopped and she straightened up. George seemed very happy with the oral attention he was getting, she could only imagine that Janelle was really good as she watched her take him all the way into her mouth.

"Here Anjelica, thank you for coming into work today. Take this gift card and take your boyfriend out to dinner tonight. We'll see you in the office tomorrow. I've got a few more ideas I'd like to discuss with you." Dipuk handed her a card.

Anjelica pulled her underwear up and her dress down and headed for the door. As she was leaving she noticed that Kara was leading her client toward one of the bedrooms by his hard cock. Her blouse was undone as was her front clasp bra, her breasts swinging as she walked. She smiled back at Anjelica and mouthed, "See you tomorrow." And gave her a little wave.

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Anjelica finished telling me about Sunday and said, "I felt so guilty. I couldn't even bring myself to tell you. I'm so sorry, I didn't want to hurt you, I love you so much. That's why I wore those vibrating panties and gave control over to you. I guess I can't be trusted with control over my own pussy."

Now, I was feeling really guilty. I knew I should be really mad about what happened with her boss and the clients, but I didn't feel the anger I'd expected. Instead I found myself focusing on how much I loved her. Strangely, I felt like I could prove my love for her by not getting worried about little things like a little nudity and sex. I think I was a little turned on too. However, I wanted to be truthful with her, I needed to tell her about my own indiscretion at work. I opened my mouth, "Anjelica, I love you so much too. I completely understand how these things can happen. I want to tell you something that happened as well."

She held up a hand to stop me, "Wait Jonathan, let me tell you about the last two weeks at work after that Sunday. I've been trying not to think about it because I was worried that you'd be upset, but I need to tell you and come completely clean. Then you can tell me whatever you want to." 

She paused to gather her thoughts and continued, she smiled and put her hand on his arm in a loving way. She started talking and I was entranced with how beautiful her voice was; just like the rest of her.

After the great Italian dinner and the incredible night with me Anjelica tried to put the rest of the day behind her. On Monday, she dressed in a new set of lingerie and went to work in a nice outfit. She wore the Kegel balls as well of course, it felt weird now if she didn't wear them. When she got to the office, she just dove into her work. Anjelica saw Kara in the office and wanted to talk to her, but Kara was busy on a customer conference call. Maybe they'd get a chance to catch up after lunch. 

Janelle was her normal graceful beautiful self; like nothing had happened out of the ordinary the day before. She let Anjelica know that Dipuk wanted to meet with her at 10am. She should bring all of her GRI marketing material to the meeting. Apparently, the GRI head of marketing, Mr. Rankin had just confirmed he would be in town in three and a half weeks to meet with them. Anjelica was excited, she thought she'd made a lot of progress on her marketing campaign and was looking forward to meeting Mr. Rankin. They'd been on several calls, but it was always nice to put a face to a name. Actually, as she thought about it, she hadn't met any of her own customers yet. She was really looking forward to meeting all of them.

Anjelica reviewed everything and at ten minutes to ten she headed to Dipuk's office. She wasn't going to impress him by being late. So she arrived early and stood and chit chatted with Janelle. She couldn't help but notice how attractive Janelle was and couldn't help but wonder what she would look like naked. She'd seen Anjelica all but naked so she figured it was ok to wonder, turnabout was fair play. She waved her in and buzzed the door open right before 10am. 

Dipuk was clearly in a good mood. He smiled and gestured to a seat right in front of his desk. She sat down and was happy to note that his eyes lingered on her black Wilford stocking covered legs. She hadn't been conscious of it when getting dressed, but she realized when she got to office that she'd worn the shortest skirt she owned. It was black, short and tight, probably better suited to a hot date night than the office but now as she sat and it rode up exposing even more leg she was glad she'd worn it. His eyes followed the rising skirt as she sat and she knew he could clearly see the top of her stockings. If she wasn't careful with the way she sat Dipuk would also be able to see her black lace panties. She felt excited but her shyness was also there in force making her feel very nervous. 

Dipuk reviewed the work she'd done on the GRI campaign and seemed to like the progress she'd made. Her approach now was much more personal, letting her own experiences guide how she presented the products. He spent about two hours reviewing everything with her. She was very happy with the suggestions he made, he seemed to have a really incredible sense for marketing. They wrapped up and she had several specific items to work on before their next review meeting later in the week. She was very happy with how the meeting had gone. Dipuk even had Janelle bring in salads for them to have a working lunch.

It was the same ranch dressing with the funny taste that she'd had the other day when she first met Dipuk and during the interview. She should really stop eating it. Clearly it didn't agree with her. She was feeling a little light headed and spacey by the time they finished eating.

As they wrapped up Dipuk sat back in his chair and looked at her. He seemed to be looking right at her eyes, studying her. After a moment he smiled, "Anjelica, I wanted to let you know that Janice has shared with me how well you've been slotting in here in the office. I'm very glad its been going well." She felt a surge of happiness at the words, she was definitely liking the new job.

He continued with a smile on his face. "Personally, I wanted to tell you how impressed I was that you came in yesterday, on a Sunday and helped your co-worker with her clients. I know you were feeling shy but you still were a team player and you helped us close the deal with them despite your shyness. For us the client always comes first. Due to our focus on our clients, George signed a three year contract right after you left. As I said, you really impressed me with how you carried yourself in front of our clients, it helped me out and I want to help you as well." 

Anjelica felt a surge of excitement, almost like sexual excitement each time that Dipuk told her that she'd impressed him. It made her so happy that she had finally impressed him. It hadn't even been that hard; she'd just followed all of his directions and shown off her customer's brands and that had impressed him. She'd known it was important to her to impress him, but actually feeling what it was like when she did took her drive to a whole new level. Anjelica was more determined than ever to continue to impress Dipuk in the future. She replied, "Thank you. I'm glad it all worked out yesterday."

She realized with a start that Dipuk had been talking to her for sometime and she'd completely spaced out again. She had no idea what they'd been talking about but she remembered answering some questions and listening while he spoke. Anjelica tried to remember anything that they'd been talking about but the last thing she could really remember was saying, "Thank you. I'm glad it all worked out yesterday." Dipuk said, "Well, enough about that."

Dipuk held up two fingers as he shifted to a new topic, "There are two things that I want to help you with. First is overcoming your shyness, I think we can overcome it and it'll impress me if you are confident enough to let me help you." She quickly nodded in agreement. "The second area where I can help you is around how you baseline and measure the personal pleasure products from your Pyramide Collective customer." Again Anjelica could only nod in agreement, she'd welcome any help with her clients. He smiled, "I want to make sure that you are really ready when you meet with them, they are a very demanding customer, but very important to us."




The Valentine's Day Mix



"God, that was good Nathan. I don't know what came over me...I mean, I've never done anything like that before. You have to believe..."

"Shhh, it's okay...I know." I feel something special about you Maria. I know that I want to get to know you better. I knew that the moment that I saw you sitting there."

"Thank you, that's sweet."

"Not as sweet as the soft petals that adore your face."

"Humm, the soul of an artist."

"I'd have to say that this is the best Valentine's day that I have had...ever. And it's certainly the most interesting."

"Always there with the jokes...hey Nathan."

"Happy Valentine's Day Maria"

"Happy Valentine's Day to you Nathan. Now about that drawing..."



The Valentine's Day Panties Search



This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote.

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Ralph collects his last pair of panties, Valentine's Day panties, to complete his collection.

Ralph collects panties. Of course, even though he knew that panties could be a fetish for some men, he assured himself that it wasn't a fetish for him. He never thought he had a panty fetish, that is, until he opened his dresser drawer one day and noticed that he had more women's panties than he had socks and Ralph has a lot of pairs of socks.

Shades of the manifestation of a sexual perversion, a meat and potatoes sexually, plain Jane kind of guy, he always thought he was a normal, one who'd never have a fetish, other than voyeurism. Yet, all guys are voyeurs, so much so that voyeurism isn't even a fetish, not really, when it comes to men, that is, unless they're a peeper. A peeper is much different than a voyeur, but this story is about having a panty fetish and not about voyeurs or peepers.

Without realizing it, what started as a joke, a sexual endearment, turned into a full blown fetish. He's not the type of guy who lurks in the lingerie department, while feeling the panties that are out on display. Nor does he get an erection, when he sees an underwear display in a magazine or an underwear commercial on television. Nor is he the type of guy who tries to steal up skirt peeks of women's panties on the bus or in the subway. Nor does he wear or masturbate on the panties that he collects. He's normal in every sort of way, other than the fact that he has a panty collection.

Yet, how can he possibly explain all these panties that he has in his possession without admitting that he has a panty fetish? To his defense, Ralph doesn't collect just any panty or anyone's panties. He only collects the panties of the women with whom he's had sex with, as a sexy souvenir. After winning the sexual charms of a woman, he takes her panties, as if being victorious and claiming the flag of his opponent. Sometimes not an easy thing to do, to claim their panties, without the woman thinking him odd. Yet, along with their sexuality, some women willingly surrendered their panties to Ralph with a laugh and a shrug, while others need more encouragement and persuasion to forfeit a piece of their lingerie.

Fortunately, Ralph has a way with women. Full of charm and charisma, a good looking man, Ralph is good at persuading woman out of their panties. A successful businessman, he owns a chain of gyms. As well as being the owner and manager, he works as the head personal trainer, and drives a new Corvette. What more would women want than to be with a good looking man, who not only had a buff body but also had money? The eternal bachelor that he is, he was a good catch and, being the lover that he is, by showing women a good time and lavishing them with gifts and tokens of his affection, he knew how to treat women right to make them surrender their panties.

Only, now that he was past his prime and in his forties, his panty collection was beginning to languish from lack of sexual interest and a decreasing libido from lower testosterone. He wasn't as young as he used to be and hadn't added a new pair of panty to his collection in some time. Now at a different place in his life, too many women who frequented the gym were half his age. Not wanting him, as much as he didn't want them, now that he was older and had more priorities than having sex with every available woman, he viewed the younger and immature women as eye candy and just members of his health club rather than sexual conquests. Unlike his friends who loved dating women half their age, he preferred women his own age, women that he could have a meaningful conversation with without having to stop to explain everything.

On those days when he was alone and lonely, when his only friend was one too many single malt scotches, as if the women were there with him, he'd go through his panty drawer and reminisce of his good times, while wondering why he never found the right woman. As if an archeologist on a dig, as if reading a chapter in his life's book, every panty in his collection saved a special memory and a story of making love and having sex, as well as a unique fragrance. Always saving a newly unique pair, never did he save a second pair of panty from the same woman. In the way the panties were saved and categorized by colors and styles, each one labeled with the name of the woman and the date of the conquest, his dresser drawer looked more like a forensic scientist's lab compartment than a piece of furniture. 

He saved each rolled up panty in a plastic bag and then in a small air tight plastic container that was a bit bigger than a toothbrush container, so as not to mix the perfumed scent with another. He needed that sensual aroma to bring back the memory of their sexual encounter and with their fragrance jogging his memory, he remembered them, as if he were with him yesterday. Wondering if Tom Jones had a panty fetish, he wondered if he had more panties than Tom Jones. Back then, when Tom Jones was a big star, women would freely remove their panties and toss them up on stage.

Some may view his panty collection as a perversion or a fetish, but he viewed it as more an odorous photograph album, a recollection of his sexual past. What some men saved in a little black book, he saved something more personal in plastic bags and air tight, little boxes in his dresser drawer. He never thought anything wrong with that, that is, until looking at them all now and until realizing just how many panties he had.

Some panties were perfumed and others were powdered, while some had a fragrance of both perfume and powder, as well as other odors that are natural to a woman's body in her time of sexual arousal. As if he was a dog and able to identify all the other dogs around him, not that women are canines, albeit some are animals, especially when sexually aroused, with just one sniff, already possessing the name and the date of their encounter, he could recall the rest of the details. Never would he consider laundering them. The soap and water would permanently erase the memory from his mind of their time together.

Some of his panties were old, yet, because he preserved them in airtight containers, they still saved their unique fragrances. He was, indeed, a lucky man to have bedded so many beautiful women. He didn't need their pictures to remember them; he had their panties with their scent. If only they knew he still saved their panties, along with their fresh memories, as if it was yesterday. He wondered if they'd be grossed out, flattered, or indifferent.

With nothing better to do and in the mood to enjoy his panty collection, one by one, he removed all the containers from his drawer and lined them along the floor in rows of twenty-five. He had so many panties that if he removed them all from their containers and flatted them out, he could wallpaper his room. Still in their containers, when lined up in this way, they resembled a plastic panty flag of all the multi-racial and multi-national women he bedded. Tall, short, pleasingly plump, thin or shapely, brunette, blonde, or redhead, their panties were all here.

One short of five hundred panties, with panties in every color and style, and in celebration of every holiday, special occasion, and tender moment in his life, he had them all, except for one. Oddly enough, he was missing Valentine's Day panties. Quickly, he looked through his collection and there was not one panty with pink hearts or Cupid holding his bow and arrow. How could that be? The odd thing about it was that, of all days, as strange as that may be, racking his brain as hard as he could, he couldn't recall ever having sex on Valentine's Day. He couldn't even recall buying a woman the customary Valentine's gift of flowers and chocolate.

Then, when he thought why he didn't have Valentine's Day panties, moving his mind through the amount of scotch he just consumed, he realized that Valentine's Day was his beloved mother's birthday and on that one day, in honor of his deceased mother, thinking of her memory, he never went out on a date. Instead, he flew to the cemetery where she was buried in Hershey, Pennsylvania, so very far away. That's where she was born and where she wanted to be buried, after she divorced his Dad, so very long ago. With his Dad no longer in his life, not knowing if he was dead or alive, he lost touch with him years ago and had no idea where he is now, but he knows where is mother is buried. Without fail, every year, as if it was his personal pilgrimage, he visited his mother's grave on Valentine's Day with a bouquet of red roses, her favorite flower. 

As if it was fated, it's funny sometimes how life has a way of rearranging his internal compass to put him in a different direction that he may not have ordinarily taken. The road he never traveled put him on a collision course for a new adventure. With Valentine's Day quickly approaching, the next day, he packed his car and set out for the drive. Usually, short on time, he flew to Pennsylvania. This time, he could have taken the train, the bus, or the plane, and anyone of those modes of transportation may have put him in a different time and a different place to deter him from his collision course with fate, but he loved driving his new car, his beloved Corvette. A little dicey in the winter, he had outfitted his car with four snow tires. Between the traction and stability control, he was more surefooted than most drivers with four wheel drive that only drove on all season tires.

Between staying overnight here and hanging out with some friends there, taking his time and enjoying his journey, it took him three days to reach the cemetery. Usually never running into anyone, today was different. As soon as he came upon his mother's grave, he saw a familiar face. His mother's caregiver, Susan, was just leaving, after paying her respects and leaving a red rose behind.

"Susan. Wait. Hi."

"Ralph? How are you? Oh, my God. It's been years and," she said pausing as he neared. "You look the same and I look so much older," she said touching her blonde hair and looking away, as if she was embarrassed by her appearance.

"Are you kidding me? You look wonderful. You've aged with grace. Matter of fact, you look better now than you did ten years ago. You look even more like Marilyn Monroe now than you did then."

"Oh, stop. You haven't changed. You're such a flatterer."

"You do look quite a bit like Norma Jean Monroe," he said again, suddenly taken with her good looks. 

"Thank you, you're so sweet, so kind, and such a great liar," she said with a laugh, while running a hand over her hair again. "Although I do admit that you're not the first person who has told me that I look like her. You still look great," she said giving him the eye.

"If I look good at all, being in the health and fitness business, it's only because I must, as an example to my gym members. I'm also vain enough to die my hair," he said with a chuckle and a shrug.

Knowing his flowers would be collected the next day or stolen that day, as the cemetery had strict rules about not planting flowers, unless the grave had a planter, Ralph cleared a bit of snow with his foot and left his flowers leaning against his mother's tombstone. When he bowed his head to say a prayer, giving him some privacy, Susan stepped back a few feet, while busying herself in her pocketbook. She pulled out her lipstick and colored her lips a bright red. Then, adding a bit of rouge to her cheeks, she looked at herself in the compact, while fluffing her hair.

Normally, after driving such a great distance, he would have stayed longer to visit with his mother, but more interested in her than in his mother's grave, Susan detracted him from his thoughts. Maybe tomorrow, he'd visit again, before leaving. To run into her again, after all these years was kismet. He never had given her a thought, until now. 

"I can't believe you drove your car all the way here, instead of flying," she said. "How is that car in the snow?"

"I have snow tires and so long as I'm careful and don't drive like a maniac, it's perfectly fine in the snow. I can't help it. I love my car. I'd rather drive than have someone else do the driving or flying."

"Well, it was so nice to see you, again, Ralph," she said giving him a hug. "Happy Valentine's Day."

They both turned to walk back to their cars, before her well wishes hit him in the back of the head, as if a thrown snowball.

"Wait. Susan," he said turning around and walking towards her. "Even though I knew it was Valentine's Day, of course, because it was Mom's birthday, I never realized the significance of the day, until you just said it. Partly being the confirmed bachelor that I am and partly because Valentine's Day was my Mom's birthday and my day to pay her my respect, I never celebrated Valentine's Day in the way that others did."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Valentine's Day is the day of love and romance," he said making eye contact with her and suddenly thinking of her more as a love match than as his mother's ex-caregiver.

"Not for me, it isn't," she said with a laugh. "Valentine's Day is just another day, I'm afraid. I've gone beyond love and romance. I can't remember the last time anyone gave me flowers or bought me candy," she said with a sad little laugh.

Tall, shapely, blonde, and with blue-eyes, she was pretty and he always liked her, but not in that way. Whenever he visited his Mom, she'd be there and she was always affable, funny, and fun. He never gave her consideration as a love match because she was married then and he never dated married women. Encouraged now, by her confession of how she felt about Valentine's Day, suspecting that she was alone and widowed or divorced, perceiving her loneliness, he persevered. Moreover, perhaps, in the back of his mind, he was thinking of finally adding Valentine's Day panties to his collection. 

"People shouldn't be alone and everyone should have someone in their life. If you're not doing anything, I mean," he said brazenly and to the point. Looking at her and suddenly sensing her rejection of him. "Sorry, I didn't realize. Oh, how stupid of me? I thought, I just assumed, you were like me, alone and lonely. Surely, someone who looks as good as you do would have someone in your life and for me to presume--"

"I don't. I mean, I did, but I divorced my husband, after I caught him in bed with our babysitter. She was only 18-years-old, the pig."

Again, encouraged by her confession, hoping to have a romantic evening, he persisted.

"Do you want to get some dinner?"

"Sure," she said pausing, "but why don't you come to my house. I'll cook something. I don't go out much anymore. I've become a homebody. Besides, it's a small town and everyone talks. I'd have an easier time explaining your car in my driveway that I would with someone seeing us sitting together in a restaurant," she said with a laugh.

"I'm just the opposite. Either I order takeout in or I go out to eat. It would be a real treat to have a home cooked meal."

"Follow me, then. I'm not far from here." 

"Give me your address," he said. "If you don't mind, I have to go to my hotel to check-in first and change. I don't want to lose my reservation. Besides, I need a shower. It's been a long drive."

"Sure," she said retrieving a piece of paper and a pen from her purse. She wrote her address and handed it to him, while giving him a sad look that made him realize that she didn't think he'd come.

"I can't wait for a decent meal," he said with a smile and giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek to reassure her that he would. "What time?"

"Oh, any time after six. We can have a drink and visit, before we eat."

Promptly at six, Ralph appeared at her door with a dozen red roses, a Valentine's Day card, a bottle of wine, a plush, white teddy bear with a Happy Valentine's Day banner across his chest, and a big, red satin heart filled with candy. Susan greeted him at the door with her makeup freshly applied, her hair fixed, and wearing a low cut top and a short skirt. She looked amazing and more how he remembered her looking, than how she looked at the cemetery.

"Oh, Ralph, how nice of you to do all of his for me. Thank you," she said accepting the roses and the card, while he carried in the wine, the teddy bear, and the candy.

"Actually, other than buying my mother birthday gifts on Valentine's Day, I never bought a woman anything for Valentine's Day. You're my first Valentine," he said with a laugh. "I was always visiting with Mom on Valentine's Day, even after she passed away."

"You were always so good to your mother and you're so sweet to buy me all of this," she said surprising him by throwing her arms around him and giving him a peck on the lips.

He held her around her waist and back and returned her hug. They looked at one another, when they stepped apart, and there was an uncomfortable lull in the conversation.

"To be honest, I had fun buying you Valentine's Day gifts. It made me feel," he said pausing, while wondering if he should finish his thought. 

"What did it make you feel, Ralph?"

"For the first time, it made me feel, as if I was coming home to a woman. I never felt that way with anyone before, maybe because I already know you and always felt comfortable around you. I remember, whenever I came to visit my Mom and she was napping, we'd talk over a cup of coffee, while waiting for her to awaken. When I think back, we spent a lot of time together."

"That sometimes feels as if it was another lifetime ago, Ralph."

"I know it may sound funny and I apologize, if by what I'm about to say makes you feel uncomfortable," he said pausing, while looking at her.

"What, Ralph?"

"When I saw you standing at Mom's grave, I couldn't help but wonder if we were meant to be together." 

"Oh," she said looking at him without speaking.

"I'm sorry. See? I did it again. I made you feel uncomfortable."

"No, actually, quite the opposite, I sensed the same, when I saw you," she said blushing. "Then, as if you were my husband or my boyfriend, I felt the same way, when I saw you standing at my front door bearing gifts. I felt your generous and loving spirit."

"Thank you," he said.

"You're quite the catch and why some woman hasn't scooped you up before is beyond me. Call it fate or kismet, maybe this was meant to be, but I'm not embarrassed to admit that I felt the same way about you, when I saw you in the cemetery."

"What are the odds of that happening, of running into you like that? It's been years," he said. Why now?"

"Sometimes things happen without us knowing the reason," she said. ""Maybe we shouldn't question destiny and just go with the flow," she said.

After having a cocktail before dinner and lots of conversation to catch up on one another's lives, they spent the evening drinking wine, laughing, and talking, while eating dinner. Ralph couldn't remember ever having a better Valentine's Day. He couldn't remember having a better time with a woman that didn't include sex. Only, his dinner date with Susan was about to get even better.

Susan sat on the couch across from him in the living room and when she leaned forward to set her wine glass down on the coffee table and to get up to go out to the kitchen to fix dessert, she flashed him her panty. Unable to stop himself from looking, he couldn't help but wonder if she had flashed him accidentally or on purpose. Not having been with a woman in some time, the sudden flash of her panty excited him.

He couldn't help but notice that her panty was pink, just as he couldn't help but notice that there was some sort of image on her panty. Much like suddenly seeing a part of a tattoo, when a woman is leaning forward or bending over, he wondered what the image was. Was she wearing his special Valentine's panty? Only, suddenly seriously interested in her, he hoped this was more than that.




The Valentine's Day Panties Search



Maybe the reason for his interest in Susan was he had known her for years. He had always found her very attractive. They had always been friends and, seeing her now, he felt as if they had never lost touch. Had she not been married during the time she cared for his mother, when he saw her regularly, he may have considered having a relationship with her but, he didn't date married women. The playboy that he was back then, he was glad that he didn't have a sexual relationship with her then that may have ruined whatever he thought they may have at chance at now. 

Maybe it was the honest and openness of their conversation that encouraged him. Maybe it was the wine that suddenly made him amorous. Maybe because it was Valentine's Day and he was suddenly caught up in the moment of the holiday that celebrated love and romance, especially after buying her the flowers, the candy, the teddy bear, the wine, and looking for just the right Valentine's Day card with the right sentiment. Maybe it was just because she accidentally flashed him her panty. Maybe all of those things combined made him do what he was about to do.

He got up and went out to the kitchen. She was standing at the sink washing a plate. He walked up behind her, moved her hair to the side and kissed her neck. Stiff before, while washing the plate, she softened and he felt her swoon. With his body so close to her body, his growing erection finding a comfortable place in the indentation of her skirt, he wrapped his arms around her, reached up, and cupped her C cup breasts in his hands.

Undeterred, as if he wasn't even there and she was having a sexual fantasy, she continued washing her plate. When he reached down and lifted her skirt to her waist, she stopped washing her dish. With the water still running and the dish detergent bubbling up in the sink, as if it was their sexual desire coming to a heady froth, he felt her through her panty.

Still holding her skirt still up to her waist with one hand, he spun her around with his other hand, and kissed her. She returned his kiss with as much passion she had for him, as he had for her. He reached his hand down and cupped her through her panty, before falling to his knees and licking her through the material. That's when he saw it. She had a red heart on her panty with writing in italics around it that read, This Valentine's Day heart is for you.

"I love your panties," he said standing.

"I'm a little embarrassed. I should explain," she said fluffing down her skirt, when he stood. "I bought them for my husband years ago to wear on Valentine's Day the year I caught him with the babysitter. After that, I had no need to wear them and I put them in my drawer and forget about them, until today, Valentine's Day."

"I love the fact that you're wearing Valentine's Day panties," he said as excited as he's ever been.

He watched her lift her skirt high enough for her to reach beneath to remove her panty. He was stunned. He couldn't believe she removed her panties. 

"These are for you," she said handing him her panty.

He couldn't believe it. He didn't have to encourage her. He didn't have to persuade her. Without even having sex, she relinquished her panties to him.

"I don't understand," he said accepting her panty. 

"You're mother accidentally discovered your collection, when she was putting away your laundry, one day. We had grown to be close friends and she told me that you collected the panties of women that you've had sex with," she said with a blush and a laugh.

"We haven't had sex," he said.

"Not yet, but we will," she said putting one arm around his neck. "If I find one more panty in your panty collection," she said cupping him through his pants and laughing, "I'll bite off your cock."

He picked her up and carried her upstairs and placed her on her bed. Taking a step back to look at her, as if she was his wrapped Valentine's Day present, he slowly undressed her. First her blouse and then her skirt, with every bit of clothing he removed from her body, he paused to kiss her, touch her, feel her, caress her, lick her, suck her, and taste her. What started as a sudden sexual encounter slowed to a sexual seduction.

"I want to take my time," he said, "so that I'll always remember this moment for the rest of my life."

He felt her ample breasts through her bra, while kissing her, before leaning down to take her nipples through the lacy material of her bra, while reaching down to finger her and tease her clit. She was so wet and he was so hard. With any other woman, he would have already be naked and inside of her and humping her, while fucking her, but he took it slow with Susan.

"Oh, baby, take as much time as you want. I'm loving this," she said wrapping her arms and legs around him. "No one has ever made love to me like this."

When he reached around her to unfasten her bra, is when he slid down between her legs to lick and finger her pussy. Positioned between her legs, he reached up beneath her unhooked bra with his other hand to fondle her breasts, while fingering her nipples. He had her squirming in no time and gave her a first orgasm with his fingers and another with his tongue.

Then, it was her turn and quickly, she stripped him naked. Kissing and kissing him, she ran her hands all over his hard, muscular, naked body, while fondling and stroking his erection with her hand, before taking him in her mouth. Licking him and sucking him, while cupping his balls, she made him as hard as he needed to be to make love.

They spent the next two hours making love. It was a wild night of passionate sex. Never has he felt about a woman in the way he felt about Susan. This time was different. This time, instead of having sex with a woman, he made love.

Her kisses moved him in the way that other women could only move him by blowing him. Just kissing her made him feel all that he needed to feel to fall in love with her and he was quickly falling in love with her. His panty collection complete with the voluntary surrender of her Valentine's Day panties, they've been together ever since.

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The Valentine's Eve Dumpster Munch



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The Valentine's Eve Dumpster Munch

The title caught Adam and he clicked on the email link to the Altlife Group "Kinky over 40 and those who love them." The brief announcement read:

"Valentine's Day falls on a Saturday this year, and Valentine's Eve is on Friday, February 13th. We are organizing this event for all those unlucky kinksters who have been jilted and tossed into the discard pile by their former partners. Join us at Jack's Best Bottles to commiserate with like minded souls and maybe get lucky for Saturday."

His initial thought was "Looser Munch - no thanks." His finger was on the delete button when he thought, "What the hell, it wasn't like I'm doing anything that weekend. Why not give it a try?" He pushed "Accept" and added it to his otherwise empty calendar. 

He'd joined "Kinky after 40" with Miranda a couple of years ago and they'd gone to a several of their gatherings. All in all a good group of like minded people, until Miranda met Edward. Edward was taller than Adam, better looking and as he was soon to discover a Real Dom. He even had his own Dungeon, equipped with a cross, horse, stocks and all the accompanying toys. Within two weeks, Miranda declared that Edward was her "soul mate" and Adam was dumped. She'd even proudly showed him her buttocks, with their fifty shades of purple, yellow and brown as an example of how a Real Dom attended to his sub. But it was the distinct cane marks which had overlain her bruises which were more disturbing; in the wrong place a cane could cause permanent damage.

In a way Miranda was right. When they had taken that on-line Fetish test, Adam had scored most strongly as a switch (86%), only 55% as a dominant and 41% as a submissive. Miranda had scored 88% submissive, 10% dominant and 15 % switch. But all that was in the past, he had to move on and maybe the munch would provide that opportunity to broaden his experience.

Adam arrived at Jack's at 8:30, half an hour after the munch started. He knew that to arrive on time or worse yet early would seem too eager, but it was important to be early enough that potential connections were yet to be fixed. His glasses had immediately fogged and he's put them in his breast pocket as he walked in. Miranda had said he looked better without them, even if the world was a bit blurry.

As he was checking his coat, a sultry voice purred from directly behind him, raising the hairs on the back of his neck. "Adam, so good of you come. Sigh, fate is often unkind to those of us who take on fickle lovers." Adam wasn't good with voices, but he remembered Eve 's seductive voice from earlier munches. He turned to face a woman, near his own age, forty-something, with attractive reddish brown hair, light freckles and an elfish smile.

"Good evening Eve," he replied, "Sigh, so it would seem, but life must go ont." As Adam helped her with her coat, he couldn't help noticing it was mink. He smiled, he recalling his high school days when a hot girl reputed to "go all the way" was said to "fuck like a mink." Only later had he learned the word was minx. 

Eve was the last person he`d expected to meet a this munch, although he wasn't really sure what to expect When they'd met at earlier munches, she`d been in full Domme mode with a very devoted young sub. The name Neil came to mind but that may just been his position at her feet. 

But it appeared that was over, and although he didn't want to hear the details, Adam felt he should offer some support. He asked, "May I get you a drink? " At her assent, he went to the bar to get her white wine and a pint of a local Winterbock - Jack's did have a good selection from local microbreweries.

With drinks in hand, he turned to find Eve, and was mildly unsettled that she'd selected an alcove in a dark corner at the back of the room. But then he realized the location afforded a good view of the room while still affording some privacy. He walked up to her set down her drink and was about to sit across from her when she responded "No Adam, sit next to me." He complied wondering vaguely about the tone of her voice, it had been more a command than a request. As Adam sat next to her, he couldn't help noticing that he was becoming aroused. Eve was extremely attractive, her long legs covered in black stockings, her blouse slightly open to revealing her firm bosom and a hint of her black camisole. Then there was her fragrance, jasmine with a highlight of orange, subtle, expensive and alluring.

He sipped his beer and his mind drifted for a moment, before he realized Eve was speaking "Now Adam, I'll get right to the point. I'm here because I knew you would be attending. We are here because we've lost our partners and I find you attractive. If I recall correctly from our earlier chats, you once told me that you tested more on the switch than Dom side, but had never subbed. I too have switch tendencies and will make you a proposition. I suggest that we try a few weekends together, alternating in our roles. If you accept, you'll be my sub this Valentine's weekend." 

Adam almost choked on his beer; the lady was direct. But she was honest, which would be a welcome change. Then too, he was curious about how it would feel to be the sub to release control to another and the idea of alternating sub/Dom weekends was attractive. Nonetheless, there was a frog in his throat as he replied "Yes Eve, I 'd be honoured to accept your proposition."

He felt a frisson of anxiety as Eve's expression changed at his acceptance, her inner Domme emerging as she responded "Very well Adam. So be it. For the rest of this weekend, you are my sub. You will address me as Mistress or Ma'am as appropriate. At Lifestyle functions such as this, your correct position is kneeling at my right hand side. Oh yes, your safe word is "Miranda." Now finish your beer. Your first task is to go into the washroom and remove your briefs. After you have completed your business, return and hand me your briefs."

"In for a penny, in for a pound" thought Adam as he went to the washroom to do as she had bid. He had never before tried to discreetly remove his boxers in a men's washroom before, though he had always wanted to ask a woman to do it for him. He suspected it is harder for men, as he first had to remove his trousers and shoes in the stall before he could take off his boxers. Then too, about halfway through it all, another man entered and was waiting for the stall. Adam preserved and completed the assigned tasks, although the man gave Adam a very hostile look when he finally left the stall. 

Adam returned to Eve who was sipping her wine, and discretely handed her his boxers before knelling at her right hand side. He was relieved that Eve had elected a back corner of the room but even so people were looking their way, curious at what might unfold. He turned red when she demonstratively held up his underpants saying "Oh boxers are so much more sexy than briefs although I prefer silk to cotton" as she brought them to her nose and sniffed loudly before stuffing them in her purse. She discretely ran her hand under her skirt and then inside thighs before bringing her moist fragrant fingers to his nose. He inhaled deeply, then stifled a gag as she pressed her fingers into his mouth and delivered her next command "As my sub, you'll get to know my little pussy well and to treat her with the reverence she deserves. As you may know, I delight in treating my subs as lap dogs. Now under the table like a good little doggie, I've yet to come today!"

In college, Adam had gained a bit of a reputation as a cunning linguist. And yes he had noticed Eve's subs were often under her table. So he had no reservations, to continuing in his sub role and moving under the table. Lifting her skirt, He paused for a moment to savour the fecund scent and take in the scene before him, black lace garter with clips to running to the top of her dark stockings and in between her neatly trimmed pudenda glistening in the soft light. His hands moved to stroke her creamy thighs and build slowly, but Eve hissed "No hands, mouth only!" and pushed his face hard against her sex. Submitting to her need and desires, Adam moved directly to her erect nubbin, nibbling sucking tonguing, then thrust his tongue deep into her vagina while rubbing his nose against her clit. It was not easy to breath, but he persisted and was soon rewarded as Eve arched her back and pushed hard against his mug. He let up as she came, but her hands pressed his face firmly into her sodden cunt as she growled "Stop, when I say stop!" So he continued,sucking, licking, nipping and tonguing as Eve climaxed again and again. His tongue and jaw were tired and well might be sore, but still he persevered until at last she sighed "Enough!" relaxed her grip on his head and directed him to kneel again at her right hand side.

She patted his head softly and caressed his wet face as she cooed "MMMM good doggie, I needed that." Her hands reached down to press his hard crotch as she teased "Does my little doggie need a rub?" to which Adam eagerly replied "Yes Mistress." 

Eve's fingers tugged his zipper to open his fly and she pulled out his cock, fondling it lightly, then releasing it to stand out on its own. She spoke softly "You have a nice cock, not too big but not too small" then reached out for a glass on the table and brought it before him. "While you were in the washroom, I ordered a single malt, as I remember you are a connoisseur of Scotch. You may drink it straight or if you wish I'll rub your weenie until you cum into the glass and you can have a mixed drink. Before you make your choice, remember that for this weekend you can only release at my command and I may not give you another chance." 

Caught up in his sub role, Adam quickly responded "Please Mistress, I choose the second option." It had been a long time, probably back in high school, since Adam had come to just a hand job but he found that he responded quickly as Eve's soft hand and fingers worked their dexterous magic. All too soon, he was over the edge, his cum spurting into the whiskey glass he held beneath his cock. He burbled, "Thank you Mistress" as her hand left his diminishing penis and it retreated inside his fly. 

"Now zip up and drink up" Eve ordered and Adam quickly complied. The mix of Scotch and cum really wasn't bad, creamy without the cloying sweetness of most Scotch-cream liqueurs.

Eve reached into her purse and withdrew a plain black leather collar. Her hands moved to his neck as she cinched it firmly round his neck "You've done well Adam, I look forward to your service for the rest of the weekend." 

She handed him a piece of paper as she continued "Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. You will arrive at my place, fleshly showered and cleansed at 4:00 in the afternoon, with flowers, chocolate and Champagne. We will spend a leisurely afternoon in my guest room, after which you will clean us both up before cooking supper. If all is well you can spend the night." She reached into her purse again and removed a 6" dark rubber plug "Oh yes, and you should probably get some lube and practice with this for tomorrow."

As he accepted the last item, Adam wondered what he had let himself in for. But he had no time for thought, as Eve attached a leash to the collar commanded "Stand!" She then led him out of the munch and to her black Mercedes.

She gave him a soft peck on the cheek as she unclipped his leash and whispered "à demain" before opening her car and driving off, leaving him to prepare for the next day.



The Valentine's Teddy Bear



The small group of young women were sitting around the table in the company lunch room chatting, an everyday occurrence. An observer would see them laughing and talking, enjoying the time before they returned to their respective desks, in their various departments.

Alice, a slim redhead in her mid-twenties, turned to the woman directly across from her, and asked,

"Lea, do you and Hank have anything planned for Valentine's Day?"

Lea face lit up with a smile before replying.

"I don't know. Hank told me that he was going to surprise me," she told the group.

"Any idea what it might be?" queried Bev, the H.R. manager's secretary, just a couple of years out of high school.

Lea looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I don't know. Maybe some jewelry. I guess Hank could have arranged a weekend for us somewhere. I wonder if he might be planning on taking me to that chic new French restaurant, Maison Canard?" Lea speculated. 

"Whatever it is, I'm sure that I'll love it. Hank is so thoughtful and good to me," she concluded.

Alice asked Lea a second question,

"And what about Bob? Are you going to do anything with your Rugby stud-muffin?" She giggled as she finished.

"Shush!" Lea hissed, "Not so loud. No one outside this group knows about Bob, and I'd like to keep it that way."

Helen, the oldest woman at the table, still in her early thirties, clearly found the discussion distasteful. She was privy to Lea's affair with her old high-school boyfriend. Although she felt obliged to keep Lea's affair in confidence, she disapproved of it and of the awkward position that it put her in. She would, on the other hand, never lie about it, if asked. The expression on her face was very unhappy.

"Lea, what you should be doing for Hank for Valentine's Day, is stopping this foolishness with Bob.  Bob was an idiot when he was in high school, nothing more than a dumb jock; and he hasn't improved," Helen scolded. "Hank deserves better from you than what you are doing." 

"Oh Helen," Alice interrupted, "Bob is eye-candy. He has muscles on muscles, and is a better lover than Hank. Isn't that true, Lea?"

"Well, not really, Alice. Hank is a great lover, and a wonderful man. He'll be a great father, when the time comes," Lea explained.

"Then why do you bother with Bob?" Helen asked, truly curious at this point.

"He's just wild sex. When I'm with Hank, he makes 'love' to me, and it's really good. But Bob is great, hard and fast sex. Hank is the kind of man you marry, Bob is just an oversized, under IQ'd sex toy!" Lea laughed.

Helen persisted,

"What is Bob doing — I mean professionally. I know he spends the weekends playing Rugby, when he isn't, well, you know, with you. Did he ever finish college?"

"No, he dropped out. School was never his thing. He's been working at Bill Evans Electronics, selling computers and big-screen TVs and that kind of stuff," Lea explained.

The woman at the table got up to go back to work. Helen stood there for a minute, frowning, looking at Lea. Then she shook her head and followed behind her, back to the accounting department, where the two of them worked.

It was almost two-o'clock when Alice, who was the company receptionist and gatekeeper at the front entrance, called Lea.

"Lea," she excitedly told her friend, "There is a delivery man here. I think that he has a Valentine's Day gift for you."

"Oh, yummy!" was Lea's reply, the excitement of a romantic gift arriving at work elating her. "Send him back."

Lea turned and spoke to Helen in the cubicle across the aisle that separated the Account's Payable and Account's Receivable departments.

"Helen," she spoke in a whisper loud enough to be heard, "There's a delivery man here with some sort of Valentine's gift!"

"Oooo...how exciting!" Helen joined in, Lea's happiness catching on. Helen had never married; she had been too focused on her career. She was a little envious of Lea and her marriage to Hank, but found her friend's euphoria infectious. She found herself smiling, and excited to see this mysterious gift.

They looked up simultaneously to see the brown-clad delivery man walking into the accounting department through the door on the other side of the room, looking for his deliveree. He was holding something in his arm, but neither Helen nor Lea could see it due to the partitions between the cubicles.

He looked out over the room, and called out, not too loudly, but with enough volume to be heard,

"Lea Clark?"

Lea raised her hand high enough for the man to see and waved. The movement caught his eye, and he smiled and began to wind his way through the room to Lea's cubicle. 

By the time that the delivery man arrived at the juncture of Helen and Lea's office, their two other lunch companions, Alice and Bev, had arrived to take in the event as well. They were all slightly giggly, grinning, excited, and moving in that animated way that is most often seen in small children anticipating Santa Claus.

When the smiling man rounded the last turn, all of the women could see that he held one of those gift Teddy Bears in his hand. And it held a little sign in its hand. As he got closer, they could see that the Teddy Bear was dressed in some sort of athletic uniform.

He finally stood in front of Lea's cubicle, and held the Teddy Bear for her to see. It said, "Bob, The Rugby Player." It was even dressed in Bob's rugby team colors.

Bev and Alice looked at the sign, and put their hands over their mouths as they began to titter. Helen looked slightly shocked. Lea looked horrified.

"Oh, it's so adorable!" whispered Bev. She was bouncing up and down in place, she was so hyper.

"I wish that MY boyfriend would get me something like this," exclaimed Alice, although it earned her a dirty look from Lea, for whom the existence of her boyfriend was supposed to be kept secret.

"Oh my God. I never expected that Bob would do something like this," Lea gasped, with a worried look in Helen's direction.

Helen had a grim look on her face when she responded, almost under her breath,

"And you should tell him not to do it again. Ever!" She was palpably angry.

The delivery man was still standing there as the women reacted in their varying ways. He finally spoke,

"I have a message to read, that goes along with this Teddy Bear," he said, still with the same smile on his face.

"Dear Lea," he began, reading the letter out loud, for everyone to hear.

"Now you can have TWO rugby players in your heart — this Teddy Bear and your full sized one," he continued. 

"But all good things come with a cost — and this Teddy Bear is no exception. Only you can decide whether this Valentine's Day gift was worth it.

As part of this surprise, you should know that your credit cards have been canceled, you are no longer covered under my insurance, and you've been removed from my will. Over the past week, I moved half of our savings and checking accounts to another bank into my new accounts. I stopped depositing my checks into the joint account two-months ago.

The utilities have been put into your name, and tomorrow the newspaper will carry the notice that I am no longer responsible for your debts. You might want to get some auto insurance on your car, since I dropped you and your car off my policy.

With the decline in home prices, the equity in our house has been essentially wiped out, but I've quit-claimed it to you, so that you can choose to either continue paying the mortgage and living there, or sell it, or whatever you want to do. Move lover-boy in, if you want. I don't care. Not anymore."

By this time, neither Bev nor Alice was looking excited anymore, in fact they appeared a little embarrassed and nauseous and drifted quietly back to their offices. Helen pulled out her chair and sat, her fingers covering her lips, hardly breathing, as she sat listening. 

The delivery man read on.

"When you arrive home this evening I won't be there. In fact, I've changed jobs and won't even be here in River City!

By the way, in case you wanted to know how I found out: Your lover, Bob 'The Mouth' Foster, began to brag about boffing you to his fellow salesmen at Bill Evans' store a little over two-months ago. Bill overheard him, and came to me. You and Bob didn't know that I knew Bill did you? We worked on several Chamber of Commerce Committees together. Bill considers me to be a friend.

Bill was going to fire Bob two-months ago when he first started letting all of his buddies know about how much you like to fuck, and all of the dirty little details of what you did with each other. I asked Bill to hold off firing him until right now, before Valentines Day.  More specifically, until the same time you get your 'surprise.'

Yes, this afternoon, your fuck-buddy will be on the streets again, trying to find a job without a recommendation, and with a lousy employment history. Should have finished college, I guess.

If you wish to contact me, it will have to be through my lawyer.

Three wonderful years, ended in three awful months.

But you get to keep the Teddy Bear.

Your soon-to-be ex-husband,

Hank."

Lea stood there her head down, tears dripping down her face, the Teddy Bear hanging limp in her hand.

The man in the brown uniform was no longer smiling when he handed her an envelope, and announced,

"Lea Clark, you are served." Then he turned and left the way he'd come in.

The entire room had heard, and as he left, the entire room was silent.

Stunned, Lea sat for a minute before putting the Teddy Bear on her desk, and desperately grabbing her cell phone. She hit the speed dial. If she could only talk to Hank, she could somehow find a way to repair the rent she had torn in their marriage. Her misplaced optimism was shattered when the phone connected with Hank's number.

"The service to this number has been discontinued, and no new number is available," came the impersonal, mechanical voice of the computer.

Lea wept openly, and looking at the 'Rugby' Bear, threw it into the trash, picked up her purse, and then got up to leave. All of the women in the accounting department were watching as she stood, hunched over, her hand on her abdomen trying to regain some control over her ragged breathing.  

Sniffing, she took a tissue from her desk and wiped her eyes, keeping it crumpled in her hand. She looked down at Helen, and said,

"I'm taking the rest of the afternoon off. I don't know when I'll be back. I'll call."

Then she left, her eyes visibly puffy, her hand with the tissue up to her face. She walked in hurried steps across the room to the door, wishing she could just die on the spot. But she knew she wouldn't.

As the door closed behind Lea, there was a collective sigh in the room. 

Helen looked at the Teddy Bear, now upside down in Lea's trash can, only the legs visible. It was still there at the end of the day when she left.

The janitor was cleaning later that evening, and found a brand-new stuffed animal in the trash. He just shook his head. People were so wasteful. If someone didn't want to keep this new toy, they should give it away, not just toss it cavalierly into the garbage.

He took it home, and gave it the next day to his granddaughter, who shared her bed with a multitude of stuffed animals.

"Opa," she asked, "What kind of bear is this?"

"I think it's supposed to be a Soccer or Rugby player," he replied, smiling at her lovely, innocent face. Then he saw the card.

"It says, 'Bob, The Rugby Player'" he read aloud.

His granddaughter looked at the bear for a minute with a quizzical look on her face.

"Oh. That's a silly name for a bear. His new name is 'Happy Bear'," she finally said, with a satisfied look on her face; the name an irony that no one would ever know.