0 comments/ 51394 views/ 4 favorites An Old Flame By: Maxine MACD A week ago I received a phone call from an old boyfriend, Kevin, from way back when I was 22. We had gone together for a few years. It was during our relationship that I was seduced by an older woman and became bi-sexual. I eventually told him about my girl friend. He accepted it well, but eventually we drifted apart. He said he was in town for a few days with his wife, and would like to visit, "If that was OK." I said sure and we made a date for the coming Friday. I don't particularly like cooking so ordered an assortment of snacks from the local supermarket. My boyfriend, Bruce, bought the booze. The day arrived and I dressed in a white blouse, black mini and white, self-supporting stockings Bruce wore shorts and a tee shirt because it was a warm evening. Kevin arrived and introduced me to his wife, Vivienne. She was gorgeous. Long, copper colored hair fell to her shoulders, framing her pretty face. She was tall with shapely legs. Her breasts were a nice size, not too big but abundant. She was dressed very casually, wearing a long, white shirt with rolled up sleeves. Introductions were made and we made our way to the secluded patio, it being a warm night. Kevin had a chiller box, loaded with beer and wine. Vivienne had also brought snacks. We all sorted ourselves out with drinks of our choice and settled down to chat. Kevin and Vivienne had been married for almost four years. I liked Vivienne; she was easy to talk to and had a nice sense of humor. Bruce seemed a bit reserved, but then he is the quiet type. I knew he would perk up once he got to know them better. The evening progressed and the drinks flowed. I was drinking vodka and tonic. Vivienne started with wine and then changed to vodka as well. Bruce brought out the hi-fi speakers and put on some music. He was starting to participate in the conversation a bit more. Vivienne sensed his shyness and engaged him in a deep conversation. I went into the kitchen to prepare the snacks. I was busy at the counter when someone came up behind me and put his arms around me and cupped my breasts. I thought it was Bruce at first and turned my head. It was Kevin. "Kevin!" I admonished him. "Don't. Your wife is here, and so is my boyfriend. What if they come in?" "They won't." he replied, pinching my nipples. "Vivienne is chatting him up." I leaned back against him, enjoying the pleasure he was giving my breasts. My nipples were hardening. I let him caress me for a few minutes and then pulled away. "Help me take out the snacks." I said. We each carried out two loaded plates of eats. Sure enough, Kevin's wife was deep in conversation with Bruce. What was more, she had turned to face him and her legs were clamped around one of his thighs. I smiled to myself. After we had all had enough to eat I started feeling a bit chilly. I went up to my room and changed from my blouse into a warm shirt, to be comfortable like Vivienne. The shirt was very long so I removed my tight mini and stockings. I returned to the Patio. Vivienne got up and went inside to turn up the music. She came back, swaying her hips to the music. "Time to dance." She said and pulled Kevin to his feet. I went over to Bruce with the intention of dancing with him, but he was quite drunk from all the beer he had consumed, so I changed my mind and sat next to him and watched Kevin and Vivienne. Bruce was trying to say something to me, but all I could make out was, "Work tomorrow." He was slurring so much. He persisted and eventually I understood that he wanted to go to sleep because he had to work the next day. I told him it was OK and to go to bed. He got up and staggered off. Kevin and Vivienne ended their dance and he went to fetch another beer. I was still drinking Vodka. Vivienne took my glass from me and placed it on the table and led me into a dance. It wasn't long before she held me close. I was a bit taken aback. Vivienne was taller than me, her breasts pressed against my chest above my breasts. She was humming softly in my ear to the music. Her one hand rubbed my back gently as she held me. Casually her other hand drifted down to my ass. She held me closer and I pressed against her slightly, just to see her reaction. She clasped my ass in her hand and squeezed. I felt a rush of excitement pass through my body. I started to wonder whether she was into women as well or if it was the booze. Vivienne brought her hand between us and I felt her casually undoing the top buttons of my shirt. Kevin got up and dimmed the lights right down. Vivienne had undone my shirt almost to my navel. The music ended and she released me and retrieved her drink. I picked up my own and took a sip. I made no attempt to do up my buttons again. I wondered what Kevin was thinking about his wife being so forward with me. "This could be interesting," I thought. The next number started playing and Vivienne again pulled me towards her and we resumed our shuffle. Her hand came up between us and she undid the remaining buttons and moved my shirt to one side and her fingers stroked the top of my breasts above my half-cup bra. She looked at me and smiled. Her face came towards mine and I tilted my head back and looked up at her. She kissed me full on my lips. Her mouth was soft and moist. I opened mine when her tongue tip moved over my lips. Her hand moved inside my bra and freed my breast. She cupped it and gently rolled my nipple between her fingers. It hardened instantly. I brought my hands up as well and opened her shirt. She broke the kiss and whispered in my ear. "Have you ever been with a woman before?" I mumbled non-committally. "Well! " She said, "Kevin and I came here with the intention of seducing you. He never told me how gorgeous you are." She moved her body so that she straddled my one leg and put her one leg between my thighs and moved it forward so that her thigh pressed against my mound. Her shirt parted and she pressed her pussy against my thigh. Her panties were soaked and I could feel her slickness against my thigh. My own excitement was mounting and I felt my own pussy starting to leak. My nipples were aching with desire from the attention from Vivienne's fingers, which were alternating between breasts. She had freed my other breast and my bra was cradling them. I sighed with pleasure. Kevin came up behind me and put his arms around me. The three of us swayed in time to the music together. He whispered in my ear. "We want to fuck you." I leaned back against him. Vivienne stepped back and quick as a flash undid the front clasp of my bra. In one movement Kevin removed my shirt. and Vivienne dropped to her knees and dragged my panties to my feet. I stepped out of them. In seconds I was naked, except for my shoes and stockings. Vivienne nuzzled my pussy and sniffed me and then kissed my pussy lips. I keep my pubic hair trimmed to a small triangle above my mons, the vaginal area shaved clean. I felt Vivienne's tongue travel up the length of my slit. I shuddered with excitement. "Just relax." Kevin said. "You are going to enjoy this." "I....I... I'm not sure..." I stammered. Vivienne stood up and took one of my nipples in her mouth and flicked her tongue across the sensitive bud. I groaned out loud and pressed against her mouth to let her know I liked it. Kevin squeezed my breasts below my nipples, making them stand out even further, and offered them to Vivienne's mouth. He was slowly moving backwards, taking me with him, till he reached the couch and sat down, spreading his legs. He pulled me down so that I was sitting on the edge of the cushion, between his legs. He continued fondling my breasts and kissing my neck and ear. Vivienne stood up and rotated her hips and looked into my eyes, a slight smile on her lips. Her tongue protruded between her lips and she moved it from side to side seductively. Then she wagged it up and down suggestively. Another twinge excited my lactating pussy. She crossed her arms and hooked her thumbs under the collar of her shirt and bra straps and pulled the sleeves down her arms slowly. Her firm breasts sprang free, wobbling slightly. God she had beautiful tits. Brown nipples, puckered and erect, sat on big, lighter brown areola. The shirt continued down her curvaceous body, revealing her flat stomach and then the top of her mound. I saw she was wearing a white g-string. She shrugged her shirt off. She was clad only in her panties and high-heeled sandals. Her eyes never leaving mine, she removed her g-string. Her pussy was bald, completely shaved. Her lips were swollen and slightly parted, revealing her rather long slit and the tip of her clitoris, protruding from its hood. Her lips and slit glistened with her love juices in the dim light. Slowly she walked towards me, wearing only her high-heeled sandals. Kevin released my breasts and his hands moved down my body, over my protruding mound and between my thighs. I parted my legs slightly. He put his hands back to back and placed his palms on my inner thighs. He moved his hands under each of my thighs and lifted my legs. At the same time he reclined backwards, pulling me back with him, parting my legs further. He held my legs straight open and as far back as he could, opening me wide. I looked down between my jutting breasts and saw my sex gaping open. I felt Kevin's huge erection pressing into my back through his pants. Vivienne came up to me until her pussy touched mine briefly. She bent down and kissed me. A long, sensuous kiss. Her tongue snaked between my parted lips and flicked upwards and tickled the roof of my mouth. I moaned softly with pleasure as tingles ran through my body. The kiss continued and our tongues dueled for possession of each others mouths, trying to dominate. Her hands moved to my breasts and she squeezed them, pulling the pliant flesh upwards. She took each nipple between her thumbs and forefingers and pulled and rolled them till they were hard stalks, aching with pleasurable pain. She broke the kiss and trailed her lips down my neck to my breasts. She took each breast into her mouth in turn and kissed and sucked them. I closed my eyes in passion. Vivienne stood up and took over holding my legs back and apart. Kevin moved his hands to my breasts and kneaded them roughly. Vivienne thrust her pelvis forward and once again her pussy was against my protruding mound. Her pussy was hot and wet. I felt her distended clit press against my gaping slit. She thrust against me in a fucking motion and rotated her hips as she fucked me with her pussy. Because of her long legs and wearing high heels, our pussies mated perfectly. It was a new sensation for me. I had ground pussies before, but this was different, and coupled with the fact that Kevin was pleasuring my breasts, sent me into orbit. Vivienne's pussy seemed to fit into mine, I was spread so wide. My juices flowed abundantly, and so did hers. Our vulva slid and squished over each other's. Our clits throbbed and jiggled. I felt my orgasm building from the stimulation my clit was receiving. Vivienne must have sensed my impending orgasm, for she suddenly stopped and pulled her pussy away from mine. "Nooo....." I pleaded. "Don't stop..... pleasssse...I...I'm cumming." "Not yet, darling." She said, quietly. "We've got all night. I want this to be special for you." And she lowered my legs till my heels were on the cushion. Frustrated with desire, my hands involuntarily went to my sex and I started stroking my drenched slit. Vivienne smacked my hands away. "I said not yet!" She spat at me. Kevin wriggled out from under me. Quickly he undressed and straddled me on the couch. He rose on his knees, held his huge erection in his fist and pressed his cockhead to my lips. I didn't want to suck him, and turned my head away. "What's the matter?" He asked, surprised. "I don't want to suck you or fuck you. Not without Bruce being here as well." I replied meekly. "And with Viv?" He asked. "You going to fuck her?" "That's different" I said. I saw his cock starting to go limp in his fist. He climbed off me. Vivienne had been quiet and was watching us. "Maxine's right." She said. "It wouldn't be right for Bruce. Sorry Maxine. We were getting a bit carried away." "Shit!" Said Kevin, releasing his penis. He stalked off in a huff to get a beer. I felt shit and started weeping. Vivienne came and sat next to me. She put her arms around me and held me to her. "Shhhh. Honey. It's ok. We understand." She kissed my tears from my cheeks. I felt very vulnerable. "I....I...want to make love to you." I sniffled. "But I can't be unfaithful to Bruce with another man. Not unless he participates as well." "I want you too darling." Vivienne said, stroking my heaving breasts. "Forget about Kevin, he's sulking. Can we go somewhere private?" "The spare room." I said and stood up. Vivienne got up as well and took my hand. I led her upstairs to our spare bedroom. She shut the door behind us and took me in her arms and we kissed again. My lust was returning and I soon forgot about my boy friend. Vivienne eased me down onto the bed and lay on her side next to me. She put her arm around me and nuzzled my neck. She cupped my breast tenderly and whispered. "Maxine you are so beautiful. You make me so hot." I purred contentedly. My heart was pounding in my chest. I flexed my pectoral muscles, making my breasts firm and pressed against her hand. I could feel my pussy oozing fluid. I rolled onto my back and drew her on top of me. Vivienne kissed and cuddled me tenderly, fondling my breasts. My body reacted to her lovemaking and I was trembling with lust to have her take me. We must have lain like that, exploring each other's bodies for half an hour. Gradually our passion rose and we became more and more urgent. Vivienne forced my legs apart with hers and lay between my thighs. We ground our pussies into each other once more. This time I could lift my hips off the bed and rise to meet her downward thrusts. Her long, swollen lips enveloped my distended clit, one each side of its sheath. Her slithering movements forced my clit further from its hood. The feelings were exquisite and I was in ecstasy. My clit felt huge and about to explode. I couldn't believe the extreme sexual pleasure she was inducing in my, by now, ravenous cunt. I put my arms around her bum and squeezed her hard against me. My pussy was on fire, my body went into a spasm and I came like a volcano. I felt Vivienne's own orgasm erupt and we came with a rush at the same time. Our juices spewed from our cunts and mixed together, spreading over our pubic areas, wetting the sheet under us. I felt gloriously slick, wet and hot. Our bodies twitched and we lay together, our pussies still in an embrace, and slowly our breathing returned to normal. "Can you cum again?" Vivienne asked. "Mmmmm...plenty more." I purred. "Good. Cos I'm going to eat your lovely pussy." Vivienne kissed her way down my body. Pausing at my breasts to suck my hard nipples. She kissed the sensitive under curve and then continued downwards. She swirled her tongue in my navel. She shifted her body lower and reached my mons. She put her hands under my knees and lifted my legs up and back. I parted them wide for her to give her full access to my womanhood. Her fingers trailed lightly down the soft insides of my thighs. I put my hands behind my knees and held myself open for her. Vivienne's fingers reached my wet sex. Gently she parted my lips. She leaned forward and lowered her mouth to my pussy. She blew on my trembling clit and sent shivers through my body. She ran her tongue up the outside of my one outer lip and down the other one. Her tongue was soft and cool on my hot flesh. I twitched at the delicate touch. Her tongue came back up. This time in my gaping slit. I moaned softly with delight. Her tongue passed slowly over my quivering clit. I lifted my legs higher and held them as wide as I could. Her tongue flicked my hard clit again and my body jerked as she teased my highly sensitive bud. I gasped as she grabbed my swollen pussy lips, stretched them apart with a delightful hurt. I squealed as her mouth slammed against my wide-open hole. Her long, pointed tongue slid deep into my slit, wiggling expertly. Her lips made a seal against my swollen labia and I felt the suction as she sucked my juices out. She tongue fucked me for several minutes before she moved up slightly, and her lips found my engorged clit. Her teeth raked it lightly and then her lips pulled at it. First one, then two fingers slipped into my slick cunt, and began to move in and out rhythmically as she continued to eat me. I thrust my hips up to meet her hand, and began to moan loudly with the pleasure. Vivienne thrust harder and harder, her fingers slammed up inside my drenched hole. I could feel my juices flow, and hear the wet squishy sounds as her fingers worked inside me. Her lips and tongue worked my clit, and I exploded in a violent orgasm, my cries filling the room. I came down to earth to feel her tongue gently licking my wet flesh. Vivienne moved up and lay on top of me, her warm, soft body snuggling between my thighs, her full breasts pressing against mine. We kissed. Her long tongue slipped into my mouth, fenced with mine. I tasted my pussy juices on her lips and tongue. I lay beneath her, trembling from my intense orgasm. Slowly I calmed down. I rolled her over onto her back and straddled her in a 69. Her pussy looked gorgeous. Clean-shaven, naked and spread for me. The outer lips were long and swollen with desire. They were open, revealing her blood red inner folds, slick with her creamy fluids. Her erect clit protruded from its hood and I saw it twitch in anticipation. I bent forward and down and lowered my face to the inviting morsel. My hair cascaded down around my head and created a curtain around my face and her womanhood, trapping her sexy, womanly scent within. I inhaled deeply, savoring her rich pussy scent. It was now my turn to taste the delights of an aroused pussy. I licked and sucked her as she had done me. Paying particular attention to her engorged clit, knowing that at that moment it was the most sensitive part of her genitals. Vivienne came quickly, screaming out her rapture. I continued sucking and licking and soon had her on the brink of orgasm again. I felt her hands grasp my butt and pull me down. I squirmed and parted my legs, never releasing her pulsating cunt from my mouth, and lowered my pussy to her eager mouth. We thrashed around on the bed in our throes of lust. First I was on top, then she was. We nearly rolled off the bed at one stage. We were both very vociferous in our ecstasy as we orgasmed in unison. We lay in a heap, panting. My pussy was spasming delightfully. We lay side by side in a 69, recovering. The door opened cautiously. A face peered around. It was Bruce. His eyes were as large as saucers. "You OK?" he asked, with concern. "Mmmnnn....Yes!" I answered. "Absolutely terrific." "Me tooo." Said Vivienne, her voice purring. "Your screaming woke me. I thought something was wrong......Sorry." He said sheepishly. Bruce closed the door, leaving us alone. I got up and looked at the clock. We had been ravishing each other for more than an hour. The air was heavy with the aroma of our pussy secretions. I opened the spare wardrobe and pulled out two of Bruce's shirts and handed one to Vivienne. We slipped them on, not bothering to do up the buttons, and went downstairs. The guys were drinking beer and chatting. Both were wearing only their boxers. I was glad that Bruce was awake and up. They looked up at us as we entered and raised their beers in greeting. I fetched fresh glasses and pored a Vodka and orange juice for Vivienne and myself. We sat together on the couch. Kevin and Bruce each sat in an armchair. I noticed they both had huge erections tenting their shorts. An Old Flame I was waiting in the office/gym portion of my martial arts center. Kung fu class was scheduled to start in about 45 minutes and I had already hit the weights so I decided on a short walk around the building. On my way out the door, a voice from WAY back stopped me short. "Hiya stranger! How have things been?" the cute blond asked as she walked up and wrapped her arms around me in a hug, that I instinctively returned. Looking down into her startling green eyes, I couldn't help but smile. She smiled back and stepped out of my arms. "What a surprise, Angela! It's been what, ten years?" She nodded, her fair colored hair bouncing around her shoulders with the movement. "It's good luck we ran into each other, Robert. I'm gonna check this place's pricing for tai kwon do; my husband wants to take some classes and this place is the closest to us." "Really! I've been taking kung fu classes here for a few months myself. They have some really good instructors; he'll like it here." "You look like you're keeping yourself in good shape," she said, reaching up and grabbing one of my biceps playfully. Smiling down at this petite bombshell, I found myself remembering how much fun we'd had before we split up, and noticing she was still damned attractive. "Thanks, Angela. It's hard to do, but I carve out a few days a week and try to keep up." Wrapping her arm around mine, Angela stepped in close to my side and motioned for me to start walking again. "So, where were you headed just now?" "I have some time before my class starts and was going to walk around the building." The sizeable strip mall we were at had parking front and back, although with winter coming on it was getting dark enough that streetlights were coming on already. "Mind if I join you?" "Not at all." We chatted more as we rounded the liquor store at the corner of the strip mall and headed back behind the building. In the gathering darkness, I noticed the lights weren't on yet for the back parking lot, making the place even more deserted than normal. "Robert, can I ask you a question?" "Sure Angela, you know that." "Do you still think about me? 'Cause I still think about you, from time to time." I stopped and looked her straight in the eyes, thinking a few moments. I could tell she was serious. "Angela, you were the best lover I've ever had." She laughed and blushed, looking down. "Really, Angela. I mean it." Her head stayed down as she spoke again, her voice now quiet and yet intense. "You, too, Robert. That's why I still think of you." I reached down and under her chin, lifting it until I could look into her eyes, then slowly bent down and kissed her. It was a long time before we came up for air. When I broke the kiss, her arms were twined around me and her body was pressed tightly against mine. "Robert, I want you to fuck me. Right here." I had a flashback to one of the many times we'd made love in public. It was the most intense memory of our time together, where I'd bent her over a parked car hood next to a highway at night. The darkness had hidden us as we satisfied our lust. I smiled down at her. "Hands on the wall and pants around your ankles, you sexy slut." She shivered visibly as she complied, and I could see a flush of excitement spreading down her neck and across her chest as she bent and moved into position. I moved into position behind her, dropping my own trousers and sliding home to the balls in her already-wet pussy. She moaned as she took me, and I reached up one hand and wrapped it in that long, blond hair, using it as a handhold while I fucked her. I enjoyed watching the arch of her back, and seeing her small hands flex against the hard concrete of the building as we fucked. After several sweaty minutes, I came into her bucking budy, and as I did I reached down and grabbed both hips, planting my seed as deeply into her womb as humanly possible. She slumped against the building for a moment, catching her breath, then spun and crouched in front of me. I grabbed that sexy hair again as sweet agony swept over me at the feeling of her lips sucking gently on my spent cock. She cleaned me up, lovingly tonguing every trace of our juices from me before she stood, and we shared another kiss. In all my years, no other woman had done that for me, and it was still the treasure I remembered it as. I loved the taste of her afterwards. "Thanks Angela. That was... incredible." "Same here. Can I give you my cell number?" How could I say no? An Old Flame Samantha had known him since high school. They had never dated...she was always dating another boy whenever he was available, and he was involved when she was available. But they lived a few blocks from each other and they studied together and flirted like crazy. When he packed up to go to out of state to college she went to his house to say goodbye. They found themselves walking together out behind the garage at his family's home, saying how they both wished it had been different, and he leaned over and kissed her. It was electric. In the warm breeze of late summer his kiss was full of the passion of what felt like an eternity of unquenched desire. He just held her in his strong arms and pressed his lips against hers and they melted together. It seemed to last forever, and in an instant it was over. They walked back to the front yard without another word and he got into his car and he was gone. In another two weeks Samantha was off to college herself. Over time they remade themselves in college, and moved on to more serious romances, still not with each other, and gradually they grew out of touch. There were times over the years where she felt a pang of regret, or entertained a wistful fantasy about how her life would have been different with him. But in time she found her true love, married and settled down into a happy, suburban American life complete with kids, a picket fence and a minivan. It was a late summer day a decade and a half after that kiss. Samantha had dropped off the kids at camp, and was on her way to the mall for some back-to-school shopping when her cell phone rang. She looked down and saw a number she didn't recognize. She let it ring through to go to voice mail, because she didn't like to talk when she drove, and it was probably just a marketing call anyway. In a couple of minutes, the phone rang briefly again to indicate a voice mail was received, and she planned to pick it up when she got to the mall. When she parked near the Penney's and turned the car off she sat for a moment and collected a text from her husband, checked a Facebook post from a friend, then dialed the voicemail to catch up on the call she had missed. "Samantha, it's me." Her heart raced; she recognized his voice immediately. She was glad she was sitting down because she felt herself go weak with the shock of recognition. "I'm glad you didn't pick up the phone, in a way. It will make it easier for you to be honest with me. I've thought of you often over the years, since the day of our first and only kiss exactly fifteen years ago today. If you haven't thought of me, I understand. If you have, and have wondered...like I have...well, maybe you'll like my idea." She was breathing hard as he continued. "I'm only in town for the night...tomorrow I fly home and back to my wife and kids. I don't want anyone to get in any trouble, don't want to wreck any homes, but I'd really like to see you." He laughed and sang a verse from the song that popped into his head at that moment, "I'm not talking 'bout moving in, and I don't want to change your life, but there's a warm wind blowing, the stars are out, and I'd really like to see you tonight." She smiled softly to herself...he always had awful taste in music; somehow in him it was an endearing quality. "Anyway, if you want to see me, meet me downtown at the Orpheum Theater at 9pm tonight. The building is closed for renovations. That's part of what I'm doing here...I'm an architect now...but I'll leave the stage door open for you. It will be just us. If you don't want to see me, just don't come tonight. I'll understand and I won't bother you again. If you do, just be there at nine. I promise you a night to remember." A little after eight o'clock Samantha was kissing her husband in the doorway. She told him she was headed over to her friend Marianne's house for the evening. Marianne was separated and needed regular comforting. She wore a black wrap dress, black stockings and three inch pumps over her 5'3" curvy, womanly shape. Her bra and thong panties were black and lacey to match the outfit. Since nights out with Marianne often wound up in a night out at a club, her outfit was appropriate. Samantha had already conspired with her friend to cover for her if anyone called. She drove to the theater with the worst case of nervous butterflies since her wedding. Several times she resolved to turn around, and really visit with Marianne instead. Each time her curiosity and desire overcame her better judgment, she remembered that sweet kiss so long ago, and she steered the minivan back toward the theater. She arrived in the alley behind the old red brick building a little after 9pm. She hoped he hadn't given up on her already, now that she had committed, she would have been devastated if he had left thinking she didn't want to see him. The stage door was propped open with a brick, it squeaked open onto a long hallway lit only with a dim bare build hanging from a long cord reaching up into the high scaffolded backstage area. She walked tentatively toward the light. Beneath the bulb there was a small table and a coat rack. A single, perfect red rose lay on the table, with a folded note tied to it with a long red ribbon. The note read in elegant hand-lettered script: "I'm so glad you came. You have another choice to make. If you want to stay, you have to be willing to give yourself to me entirely, without question, without hesitation. To prove you can do this, take off all your clothes, except your shoes, and stockings if you are wearing any, and leave them on the coat rack. Leave your purse on the table if you brought one. Take the ribbon from the rose and tie back your beautiful hair if you still wear it long, and bring the rose out onto the stage, through the curtains at the end of the hall. You'll find your next instructions there. If you don't do exactly what I require, I'll leave and you'll never see me again. It's your choice." Her heart was pounding as she slipped out of her dress and hung it on the rack. She wondered if he was watching as she unhooked her bra and exposed her naked round breasts, nipples rapidly hardening in the surprisingly chill air of the old building. She paused for a moment before taking off her panties...what was she doing? But the feeling of erotic tension and the wetness between her legs convinced her that she was doing exactly the right thing. If he was near, hiding in the curtained darkness of the backstage, he would definitely smell her powerful feminine desire as she slid the panties down off her hips and released her fragrance into the air. Samantha was naked now except for the stockings and high heeled pumps. She shivered, though not from the temperature, rather it was from the vulnerability of being naked and alone in a strange place, following the directions of a man could not even see, and hadn't seen in over a decade. She picked up the ribbon and tied her long brown hair, streaked with golden highlights, in a ponytail bow, leaving a long trail of loose ribbon down the pale smooth skin of her back. She took a deep breath for courage and, holding the blossom of the rose to her chin just below her pouting lips painted in almost the same shade of red, strode forward toward the end of the hall. With a trembling hand she parted the thick black curtains and paused for a heartbeat to take in the scene. The wide stage was bathed in brown-filtered light from spotlights in the dark of the rafters and footlights across the front of the stage. The warm sepia light gave the entire scene a feeling of antiquity. In the middle of the otherwise bare stage, at the front very close to the footlights, was a table draped in a black velvet cloth, with a long strip of black shimmering fabric and a length of red silk rope atop it. Another note lay at the front of the table. With all the lights focused on the stage, everything beyond the footlights was covered in inky, impenetrable darkness. Samantha's conscious mind told her to turn and run, but her animal desires took over and drove her across the stage with a feline grace she didn't realize she possessed. He was out there, somewhere in the darkness. She could feel his eyes on her naked body as she strode to the table to read the note with his next instructions. "I knew you'd come, Samantha. Put the rose down, stand in front of the table and face the back of the stage. Blindfold yourself with the black scarf, bend over and rest your body on the table, arms crossed at the wrists across your lower back, and spread your legs as wide as you can. Stay patiently in that position until I tell you otherwise." With a wicked smile flitting across her lips, Samantha wordlessly complied. She had felt naked crossing the stage, but now, bending blindfolded over the table with her bare bottom facing the darkened house, she felt utterly exposed. As she parted her lovely legs and exposed her glistening sex, she thought she heard an appreciative murmur from the darkness. She smiled more broadly in anticipation as she crossed her wrists behind her back. Moments passed, and nothing happened. She expected him to take charge immediately, but there was nothing...no sound, no touch. She began to fear that he had left after all, that she sound she heard had not been him. It took all of her resolve to stay in this position and not run fleeing back to her clothing and then to the safety of her suburban home, but her anticipation grew with each thumping beat of her heart, keeping her submissively waiting for his presence. Suddenly there was music filling the room, specifically "Autumn" from Vivaldi's "Four Seasons," though Samantha had no idea how she remembered that. She started at his unexpected touch, his large strong hand was on her hip. "Shhh" was all that he said, then his hand was gone. She heard him take the rope from the table then felt him wrapping it around her wrists, binding them together snugly, but not harshly. Now he paced around her, grazing the backs of his strong fingers over her naked flesh, briefly touching her shoulder, her cheek, her hand, her thigh, her side. Just long enough and firmly enough for her to move into him, to feel him more, to desire his touch, but only long enough to tease before he moved on. He spoke again. "You are so beautiful, Samantha...more so that I imagined, more so than you were when we were children. A gorgeous, graceful woman." He was at the end of the table near her head, and she felt his fingers of both hands lacing into her hair, bending her neck gently backwards. "Open," he whispered urgently. She parted her lips and as her mouth opened felt the smooth hard tip of him pressing into her, tasting his salty liquid on her tongue. He leaned into her, sliding his thick shaft slowly down her tongue and into her throat. She wanted to suck him, to take him tenderly and minister to his cock, but he was holding her motionless, using her mouth, claiming it with his veiny manhood. As the head reached the point in her throat where she would normally gag, she found herself able to take it down without choking, and still there was more. Another inch, or two, and she finally felt the touch of his heavy balls on her chin and the press of his belly on her nose. And then he withdrew, almost as slowly, still immobilizing her with his hands. He withdrew his right and she could hear him stroking his long shaft...she wanted to feel it back in her mouth again, staying open wide for him, hoping. "Tongue," he insisted, and she stuck it out for him. She was hoping he would coat her mouth in his hot juices, but felt only a single drop settle on her outstretched tongue. "Taste," he commanded and she did, taking it into her mouth and savoring the masculine flavor. He leaned toward her and whispered, "more soon...." And then he stepped back. Both of his hands were now on her round bottom, spreading her cheeks and exposing her completely to his view. She felt him lay his long hard shaft in the cleft, slippery with her saliva, and then press the globes of her ass together around him. The base of his shaft pressed against her anus, and she tried to press back against him, hungry for his weight against her. He laughed as he realized her desire. Pulling back he pressed the tip of his cock against her puckered opening. "You want it there?" he teased. "Mmmm...yessss," she hissed, surprising herself with a desire she didn't usually feel. He rubbed the tip around her anus, coating them both with his own pre-cum, then pressed his weight against her. She bit her lip as the fat mushroom head of his cock started to burn its way into her ass. He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her, archiing her back and making her lean back into him until the thick tip of his cock popped past the tight ring of her sphincter. "Aaah," she gasped, partly in pain and mainly in pleasure. He was bigger than anything she'd ever had back there, and he was only just inside her. He laughed again as she tried to wiggle more of his hardness inside her, but he kept his distance so that there was no more, no less inside. "That's enough of that!" he slid himself back out...leaving her hungry ass clutching for him. He released her hair and she heard him stroking himself again, then felt him slapping his large heavy cock against her ass cheeks. His left hand on her crack now, his thumb deep in her tight asshole, squirming inside. His right hand positioning the steel-hard shaft at the sopping entrance to her pussy, using the tip to spread her labia and position himself at the threshold. Then his right hand again with a handful of ponytail, pulling her backward into him hard and sharp, his entire throbbing shaft sunk impossibly deep into her in a single thrust. He was on her like an animal now, thrusting his enormous member deeply into her, grinding away, leaning into her, pulling her hair, fucking her ass roughly with this thumb. Her breasts and hard nipples were pressed hard against the soft fabric of the velvet cover by his weight and by the power of his thrusts. She saw stars erupt in the darkness inside the blindfold as his overwhelming lust engulfed her. Her climax started as soon as she felt his cockhead crash into her cervix, like a crackling electric current that came from inside her and shot through her body, so hard her fingers and toes went numb. He kept thrusting as the current rippled through her, releasing her hair so that he could untie her wrists. He kept his cock deep inside her as he lifted her as though she was weightless and rolled her over on her back. She continued to shudder in climax as he lifted her face to his, as he slid off her blindfold, her deep blue eyes meeting his clear blue eyes for the first time in 15 years. A warm, profound contentment enfolded her as he wrapped her in his strong arms again, as his tall strong body overwhelmed her, as his lips met hers again, as his hot seed emptied inside her. Epilogue It was nearly midnight when Samantha opened the door of her darkened house. Her husband had probably gone to bed hours before. She slipped off her shoes and padded through the house and into the master suite where he lay sleeping, heading toward the bathroom. Closing the door ans turning the lights on low, she stripped out of her dress, bra and panties for the second time that night. Standing in her stockinged feet she looked at herself in the mirror. He had been right, "a night to remember" she smiled to herself. She felt so alive, so sensual. Samantha frowned. She should take a shower but that would definitely wake her husband up. Sliding off the sheer black stockings she felt her lover's seed inside her. Maybe if she just toweled off a bit. She grabbed a facecloth and started the water running lightly to get it warm, standing naked in front of the sink and reliving the night's excitement. Her nipples got hard. Over the sound of the water, Samantha thought she heard something from the bedroom. "Some sort of music?" she wondered. Maybe it was one of the neighbors. As she warmed the washcloth in the flowing water she recognized the melody. Vivaldi's "Autumn." Her heart skipped a beat. She started to panic and as she brought the wet cloth between her legs to wipe away the evidence. The bathroom door opened and her husband stepped into the room. "Don't, sweetheart. Leave it...for me?" His voice was steady and calm when she expected anger or jealousy. He was naked, and hard. He took her gently by the hand and led her into the bedroom. The music came from the flatscreen television. In the flickering images she saw herself on the stage, bathed in sepia light. She saw her lover take her head in his strong hands and feed his long cock into her open mouth. Her husband squeezed her hand and positioned himself on the bed on his back. "I want to taste you while you watch," his whisper was tentative, seeking her approval. She started to position herself over him, straddling his broad chest and inching her sopping pussy toward his face. "You knew?" she asked. She was starting to lubricate, the panic she first felt at being discovered turning to excitement. "I found him. I asked him to call you. I gave him your number. I shot the video. You're not angry are you honey? You always said he was a fantasy of yours." "I'm not angry, honey" Samantha said, watching the screen intently as she lowered their mixed juices onto her husband's face. "Now lick...I want to cum again at the same time I cum on tape!" An Old Flame Zoe's head cleared a little; she opened her eyes and tried to control her ragged breathing. Her boyfriend Kevin looked up from between her legs and winked at her. Then his head dipped again and fanned the sparks in her clit to flames once again. A while later Zoe rolled off of his hard cock which she had ridden to yet another orgasm and tried to claw her way across the bed. Her pussy cried out for more but she was exhausted, not sure she could take any more. He had come inside her recently but was still hard. Sometimes he let her get away. Sometimes he didn't. She felt him move behind her and his cock pinned her to the bed. She wasn't getting away this time. She cried out as her pussy responded predictably and her world exploded in another orgasm. *************** It was a great mystery to her. She was having the best sex of her life, she had never felt so compatible or fulfilled before. And yet there were times when she felt there was something missing. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She pondered this the next day at work and made no progress toward an answer. She took herself to the bathroom to splash some water on her face and get her mind back on her job. She looked in the mirror and tried to work out if she liked what she saw. She was 26. A few years ago that sounded old but she knew it wasn't now. Her pretty face was framed by immaculately presented brunette hair and highlighted with just a couple of dark freckles on her pale skin. Dressed conservatively though she was for work, it was hard to hide the impressive cleavage her 34E breasts formed. She tried to force a smile to herself. She was very happy, she reiterated out loud. Her mobile phone beeped. She glanced at it and saw the name of a ghost from her past. He was most certainly not part of the solution. She opened the message anyway. I'm in town for a few days next week. I'll take you out for some fun Tuesday night. Don't make plans. Typical of him. Not asking her: telling her what was going to happen. She should text him back and tell him she wasn't available. Or better still that she wasn't interested anymore. It would be a lie though of course. But the right lie to tell. Her boyfriend was amazing. She didn't need to be cheating on him. She flipped her phone shut and wondered if the old trick of ignoring the issue would fix it. Why was she grinning to herself though? *************** Tuesday arrived. Zoe had heard nothing else from him. Perhaps he'd made other plans. Perhaps her trick of ignoring him had worked. Of course, as insurance she'd dropped hints to Kevin that she'd go and see Jane tonight. It'd be silly not to be prepared! And she had some clothes in her handbag in case she decided to go out. Which she wouldn't. Of course. The mailman came around with the afternoon mail. He always smiled at her and she regularly caught him staring at her expansive chest. Let him look she thought, it's flattering. He placed the usual junk on her desk and a plain brown box. About the size of a shoe box. Then he was gone and Zoe turned to the box. It was unmarked but addressed by hand. She ripped the seal and lifted the lid. There was another, smaller, box inside and a pink envelope. Zoe neatly tore open the pink envelope and withdrew a single piece of folded white paper, with a handwritten note on it. Open the second box somewhere more private. I'll be in the Exchange Bar at 7.30pm this evening, wait for me at the bar. I don't have to tell you how to dress -- you always impress me! I have a treat for you: some role play. Make sure you're wearing what's in the box underneath everything else. If you're good you'll get rewarded as you go. xx Her breathing quickened and she felt a familiar weight in her stomach and dampness between her legs. She loved the naughtiness of it all. She carefully checked her watch. It was half past four, only three hours until the time he demanded! Thoughts of her boyfriend briefly fled her mind as this remnant of her sexually adventurous youth occupied her. She grinned again, moving as quickly as she dared to take the box to the nearest toilet. There she carefully opened it and pulled aside the delicately folded tissue paper covering her present. It was a sex toy she'd seen before, although this one was beautiful with it. Not the usual practical rubber finish but gleaming silver. Shaped like a crooked 'U' one end would fit one end inside her while the other end rubbed against her clit. She couldn't see how to turn this one on but she was sure she would work it out. She was puzzled though: she was expecting underwear. Why would he want her to wear this under her knickers? And in a bar? And why a bar at all: he usually eschewed bars for fine restaurants; or straight to hotel rooms; or sometimes to some other exotic locations he planned to defile her in; rarely just a normal bar. Her mind ran through possibilities, and to previous times they'd met. The most recent was some years ago now but with the recollection she allowed her hand to drift up her thigh and pull her already soaking knickers to one side. Her fingers quickly found her dripping clit and she used two to bring herself to a quick orgasm. Unsatisfying, but enough to keep her sated until later. Then, her pussy still wet and receptive, she slid the fat, silver toy into herself. She shuddered, it was a little cool but filled her nicely. Her knickers pulled it tight and she was pleased to find that the end touched her clit perfectly. She could feel it in every step she took and enjoyed the walk back to her desk. And everything was still tingling as she sent a text to Kevin to say she would be going to Jane's. And it was still tingling when she sent a text to Jane to cover for her. *************** And so, three hours later Zoe found herself in the Exchange Bar with a large Cosmopolitan. Sitting on a bar stool with her pussy still damp and her clit rubbing almost imperceptibly against the hard metal inside her. She was wearing a classy but daring navy-blue dress. It hugged her figure delightfully and showed off all of her curves. It was low cut enough that any observer would see the full effect of her magnificent chest and only just covered her arse and her upper legs. Sitting on the high bar stool as she was there wasn't much left to the imagination. She tried to look around discretely, she didn't want to look too eager. The bar was just plain average. There were light corners, dark corners, bar stools, tables and booths. Pretty much what you'd expect to find. It wasn't late yet so the crowd was thin. There were a few couples, a few groups of guys or girls, and a single guy sitting at the bar down from her. She couldn't see him anywhere. Her eyes watching the door, she didn't see the girl approach her from behind. "Hi are you Zoe?" she asked. "Yes I am." Zoe examined the girl. She was young, maybe below 20 and had red hair with a small frame and perhaps only a B cup. She looked flushed and was panting a little. As Zoe turned to her she subconsciously adjusted her leather mini skirt which was barely covering her tiny arse. "I have a letter for you. A man I, um, a man I just met asked me to give it to you. I don't know who he was, I just spoke to him quickly," she finished briefly and her face flushed a little more. Sophie took the offered letter which was in a familiar pink envelope. As soon as she was relieved of her duty the girl walked quickly out the door. Sophie shook her head in slight confusion and opened the envelope to read the message inside. So, I have this fantasy. And I figure we'll both enjoy it if you help me act it out. I've probably told you before but I really enjoy the thought of girls getting picked up in bars and doing nasty things with strangers. And I know you like doing nasty things with strangers. Here's the story: you've been stood up by a guy you met in a bar at the weekend. You were going to meet him for a drink. Now he's not shown up and he's not answering his mobile. What a jerk! You're going to finish your drink and leave. Unless a better offer comes up in the meantime of course. Because I want you to enjoy this even more than I will, I'm going to reward you when you're good (by which of course I mean bad). Assuming you've done as you've been told then you currently have a rather expensive vibrator buried in your beautiful pussy. I have a remote control for it. Oh I'm so naughty! As usual you're in charge, if you want to get out of any situation just take your bracelet off and run your hand through your hair. I'll see you and I'll come and rescue you. Sophie looked up from the letter and as she did so she felt a warm glow coming from her pussy. It took a moment for her to register what was happening and then she realised that the vibrator in her was throbbing. A very low vibration it still caused her to catch her breath and her cheeks to flush. She looked around guiltily. She knew she shouldn't be playing games like this but it sounded just so much fun! She enjoyed the throbbing in her pussy for a few moments longer until it faded away and she realised it had been turned off. Must be time for her to play her part. Pretending to make a call, Sophie held her mobile phone against her ear and listened to nothing for a few moments. She then slammed the phone closed dramatically and announced 'fucking idiot' to herself in a stage whisper. The man at the end of the bar, sitting by himself was startled and looked up to catch her eye. "Everything OK there?" he asked. He was wearing a nice suit with a dark shirt -- looking like he'd come straight from work. "I've been stood up," Sophie fumed back at him. "What a waste of a fucking evening." As she said this the throbbing in her pussy returned: a reward for playing her part. "Well would you, I mean, perhaps, could I buy you a drink?" Sophie pointed at her already three-quarters full glass. "I'm already stacked thanks. Besides, I'm sure your girlfriend will be here shortly." "Oh I'm not waiting for anyone." He rushed to tell her. Sophie's phone beeped and she looked down at it. It was him. He's lying -- but his girlfriend won't be here for half an hour. How he knew this Sophie had no idea, but it was useful info. "OK then Mr Suit: I'm yours until I finish this Cosmo and then I'm leaving." Sophie turned around to face him and as she pushed herself around the bar stool she allowed her legs to part slightly so Mr Suit would see straight up her pale thigh to the darkness at the top. Of course he couldn't see the silver vibrator now tapping a delightful rhythm on her clit. Sophie could feel it though and almost purred at the feeling. She tapped the stool now directly in front of her. "Why don't you come and sit here?" He walked over and sat on the stool, now finding himself between her legs and able to stare right into her eyes. Or down her top at the exquisite tits there. They chatted about nonsense like work and friends and the weather. Sophie remembered exactly how much she enjoyed seducing men. The thrill of the chase. The knowledge that they will do anything for just one more seemingly innocent caress of the arm or hand or leg as she says something. And she could see it was working. Her gorgeous figure, bare legs and suggestive touches were having the desired effect. Beep. Another text. Christ, I can see his hard on from here. I'll give you a little treat if you say something dirty to him. 15 minutes until his girlfriend arrives. Sophie looked around again -- still unable to work out where he was watching her from. Sophie leaned forward until her mouth was a bare inch from his ear and her bare thighs were pressing against the outside of his legs. As she whispered her breath teased the sensitive skin of his ear and neck: "I know you're waiting for your girlfriend. I know we only have ten minutes. All I want to know is what you want to happen in those ten minutes? I guess it's nine now," she finished with a breathy sigh, a lot of eye contact and a seemingly shy nibble of her lower lip that she knew made her look almost innocent. He stuttered slightly and looked around nervously. "No, really, erm, I mean, you know, I am here by myself." Zoe rolled her eyes and let one hand caress his inner thigh, feeling him trembling. "Follow me," was all she said. Standing up, not looking back, she walked towards the toilets. Her phone beeped: don't you dare let him fuck you, that was far too easy. She guessed from the message that the suit was following her, and felt her pussy leaking her precious juices around the softly vibrating dildo inside her. Zoe didn't stop until she was inside a cubicle in the men's room when she turned around and sank to her knees automatically in front of the suited man she knew was still following her. He fumbled behind himself to close the door and get the lock in to place. His eyes closed as her small hand caressed up his suit trousers and pressed them against his rock-hard cock. Looking up at him, Zoe's eyes caught his and held them hypnotically. "I'm going to suck your cock now," was all she said. Then, as her gaze held him captive her deft hands quickly unfastened his belt and trousers and reached inside to caress his cock, skin on skin, warm hand on hot cock. He moaned and his cock twitched in her hand. Drawing it out in to the cooler air, her hand rubbed up and down it excitedly. This was so wrong, but the excitement, the confidence grew in her as she remembered the power she held over men. Her mouth dipped forward and the suit's cock twitched again the first time her tongue caressed his cockhead. Almost as if she was being watched, the vibrator started up again, at a faster pace, and tapping now against her clit as well. She couldn't resist the taste of the cock much longer as her mouth engulfed it. He moaned loudly as her tongue spread her spit all over his solid shaft. Looking up at him once more she took her mouth off long enough to ask him "does your girlfriend suck your cock as well as this little slut does?" His reply was animalistic; a simply grunted negative as he shook his head and his hand on her neck forced her mouth back over his throbbing hardness. The pressure on her clit grew and she felt her wetness leaking out against her bare thighs, above her stockings. "Fuck you bitch," he spat through clenched teeth, "I'm going to cum, fuck, yes, I'm going to cum in your slut mouth." Hearing the words, hearing how she'd made him lose control so completely, Zoe felt her orgasm overcome her. Her body shook as her tongue flicked over the underside of his cockhead one last time and he started cumming in long, hot, salty bursts in to her mouth. He zipped up, looking nervous and sheepish now as Zoe sat back on the floor, revelling in the glow of her orgasm. It wasn't that the orgasm was better than her boyfriend gave her, it was just different. There was so much pleasure wrapped up in the psychological game that she was playing tonight that even the best sex with her boyfriend couldn't give her the same feeling. She let him leave and checked her phone again whilst straightening herself out. She'd missed a couple of messages. The first was an instruction to make him cum in her mouth: 'great minds think alike' she thought with a smile. The second was a short, ten second, video clip of her on her knees, the suited cock punishing her mouth. Her breath caught as she tried to work out how the video had been taken without her seeing. She watched it again. And again. Fuck she looked good doing that. And the look in his face as she did it. Wow. The phone beeped again: You can't waste all evening on the floor of the men's room, not now you're alone anyway. Time to go back out in to the bar. Zoe swallowed and realised that her night was just starting...