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Last Dance

By: LaJan



The best part of the week was just about 30 minutes away, and I was getting seriously pumped up for it. My kids were taken care of, it was payday, and a good rock band was due at Sassy's, the only place to go.

Darren and Mark walked pass my workstation and I tried not to be seen looking up. 'Stem', as we call Mark, is a 6'4" black guy with a nice ass and a friendly personality. He loves to tease me as I sit, walk, or invite him to stare. The teasing goes both ways, and I get a lot of mixed messages from him, but I know he wants me! Unfortunately, Darren wants me, too, and I can't stand that jerk! He's always offering to pick up anything on the floor around me just to 'get low' by my legs. He thinks he's just as 'good to go' as Mark but he's balding & blonde, with a beer belly. I cringe as Mark stops to talk only because Darren gets a reason to gawk.

"Hey, 'Ms. Main Squeeze', how 'bout you and me gettin' a little sticky after work? I got a pocket full of change and you got the 'right stuff'", Mark breathed softly into my ear.

"Yo, mama, and I got the stuff to stuff in your stuff so." Darren started but I ignored him (as usual!) and feigned hunger as I said, "Stem, who needs cash to 'get sticky', except Darren-jerk?"

"I got yo jerk right here, mama, and I'll."

"Come on, D, give the lady and me some space, cool?" Always the diplomat, Mark gently shoves his friend on down the aisle and Darren leaves grumbling. But, we are at a loss to continue the sexual banter without an audience. In fact, we are so completely embarrassed that we can hardly look at each other. Oh well, we do work well together.

"I'm going to Sassy's tonight with a girlfriend and I'll see you there if you finally decide to come." I had made this offer for months but either shyness or something else (what, damnit?) had kept him away. This time:

"You know I'd like to..., you know...go there, but..."

"It's OK, Mark. I was going to be there with the 'hens', anyway and I don't see you as the gossiping type! But, remember, I dress a lot differently when I'm outta here!"

His troubled eyes lit up and, although I knew what was coming, his polite refusal was turned into another sexy tease and he smiled as he went to find Darren.

Rush hour traffic home. Bills in the mailbox. A message from the supreme asshole on my Phonemate. Hell, by 7:30, I was more than ready to 'party hardy'. Jaime wasn't. She's never ready before 10:00 so I was extremely eager to hit the road by the time she got to my house.

And, the bar was completely packed: looking though a window I could glimpse people all over the dance floor, at every table, all the barstools, and dart boards. The line outside wasn't long but it was all guys so I did the 'brush-and-bump' right up to the front, with Jaime close behind. She really got into it, stopping to talk to a couple of guys and rubbing her hand on one big kid's zipper, too close for most of us to see. But I got a clear shot of his rapidly growing bulge. ‘Only boys with toys’, I thought.

At the front door, we encountered the bouncer/doorman and, grinning, he asked,

"What the hell do you think you're doing? The line forms to the rear and yours belongs back there!" The guys in line were laughing their heads off. Jaime put on her best little pout as she sat down (in her short skirt!) on the sidewalk near the front of the line. She didn't show much but that was all it took. When an older couple departed, the two guys in the front of the line didn't even start for the door; they looked down at Jaime and offered their places inside if we promised them a dance.

"What about a couple of shots, too? We can't just be 'bought' that easily" she pushed. I was as stunned as the two guys but the line was whistling and shouting and begging to be asked the same question, so the front runners for entry got enough popular support to promise the drinks. The doorman just shook his head as we slid past him, Jaime with a tight grab of his ass as she went in.

Another scam got us a table close to the dance floor and we were in business. The usual suspects were all there but there were a lot of newcomers, too. Although we agree to come together and leave together, we pretty much 'roam the range' and target guys separately. This works pretty well because she's fast and I'm choosy; I need big and black but all she needs is breathing with money and some ability to dance. She was still looking, though, when I saw what I wanted: 'T.B.& H.' was already on the move towards me!

"You look ready to get busy on the floor." His voice was like chocolate and honey blended with pure cream. I didn't bother to answer as he guided me to the dance floor.

I do not pick up men in bars and I did not intend to start now. But, believe me, I tried everything I could think of to make sure he got the news that I wanted to see him after tonight. I looked over and saw that Jaime was the center of attention at our table: the two 'drink & dance' guys were trying to bump two others out of the way and she was playing all four so well that nobody looked mad and fresh drinks were all over the table! She caught my eye and pointed to one of the guys with a questioning look. I smiled and raised an eyebrow, to the hoots of the others. She pointed to another one and the others booed but I was swept out of view by another song, it's dancers, and the man I really wanted tonight.

By the time I realized it was almost 1:35 AM, and I had no idea where Jaime was and, worse, I had no firm plans to see my 'target' again. The whole thing was coming apart, in fact: I really wanted to see this guy again and I had drunk enough so that I was feeling very cozy with him and I couldn’t drive anyway.

"I've got to find my friend but you wait here for me, OK?" I hated the pleading sound in my voice, but he said,

"Let's look together. I think I saw her going outside."

I was so relieved to hear that, I didn't mind the offer to get me outside, an offer I've always refused.

There is a large parking lot around Sassy's and lots of the departing people gather in it but there was no sign of Jaime. I was getting worried when my 'T.B.& H.' started to chuckle, "I think we should go back inside for a little while."

"Why?" Even as I said it I saw them: not too deep into the field behind the bar but they obviously couldn't care less. As one of the 'free drink guys' lay beside her, the other massaged her leg, carefully working her calves and ankles. I looked at her with shock, as I had never even imagined her doing something like this! The tug on my arm reminded me that I could leave. (Jaime had driven but this kind guy was offering me a ride! Wooo hooo! Score!!) Captivated, I just couldn't turn away. My guy bent down, gave me a small kiss on the cheek and said, "We can sit over there if you don't want to leave her alone with them but I think she's all right."

The small bushes and tree he pointed out were rather close and I let him lead me there. And, from there, we watched two young boys gently remove Jaime's shoes and nylons; her blouse and bra; her panties and wristwatch. They had seen us but did not seem to think that our watching was much of a problem. The boys were equally slow and patient removing their own clothing: it did not look as though they were just dying to rape her. And, Jaime helped them, one at a time.

In a few minutes, one boy had his mouth on Jaime's breast and the other kissed her deeply. Their hands seemed to glide over her moonlit skin, moving her to writhe with pleasure. A tongue on her belly, a finger in her mouth, a gasp as she tightened her grip between one boy's legs. Both lying beside her, turning her head from side to side to kiss each in turn. A gentle, quiet question ('Are you sure?'), a slight nod to the left and right, and a boy moved his head between Jaime's legs. Her soft moan made me squirm against my guy. He wrapped me a bit closer to him and we watched Jaime open her mouth and take the other, also, slowly and deeply.

With a hand on her breast, the boy between her legs began to change his intent; no longer did he kiss and lick for his pleasure, but for hers. Jaime undulated against his mouth and she arched her back while a muted yell slipped past the penis gently sliding in and out of her mouth. With her passion not yet spent, her mouth was filled with wave after wave of his passion. (I was panting by now and was relieved to see that my man had not noticed how excited I was. He smiled as the boy emptied himself on Jaime's cheeks and neck). Lifting his face from her wet, brown hair, the other boy kissed his way up her stomach, nipples, neck, and face. And, when his body was fully over her, Jaime very slowly spread her legs and, reaching down, pulled him down and into her. He kissed her and waited for her to nod before gently rising and thrusting deeply inside her. The other boy stroked her hair and neck with one hand and her nearest thigh with the other. Never increasing his pace, the boy mated slowly, deeply, and gently until he clutched her shoulders and looked into her eyes as he came in her. Jaime wrapped her arms around him until he was calmed and he reluctantly slid off of her. A small laugh and Jaime invited the other boy on top of her, inside her. As he began pumping into her, I couldn't sit still any more. I was shaking when I turned to 'my man' and kissed his cheek. He surprised me by saying,

"Are you ready for me to take you home now?" I was almost certain I'd have to say, 'Not yet, like that, with me' but he seemed to understand that I'm not quite like Jaime. We quietly left her there being ridden smoothly but firmly by the second boy. None of them noticed our departure.

My man (Damn! Was I calling him that already?) drove me home and we exchanged phone numbers outside of my apartment. As he was about to leave me at the front steps (and now I wasn’t eager for him physically but I wanted him just the same and felt a pang of remorse), I thought of all we'd just seen and how much of a gentleman he was. I couldn't help blurting,

"Look, uh, I'm really not at all like Jaime, but, if I was...you know, interested, I'd sorta like..."

I was dying of embarrassment but he bailed me out.

"I think I know you, but, just in case you ever want to try something different, I've got a friend I think you'll like. He's a lot like me although he's pretty shy. But, 'Stem' and I go way back..."

Last Dance



J. T. dashed the short block and a half from the subway to Club DanceFire, his heart thumping its strenuous objection to too many professional dinners, too few rounds of golf and the resultant pounds of flab. He zigzagged clumsily through the Friday night revelers like a man possessed, ignoring the pelting rain that blurred his vision and stung the generous bald spot that crowned his hatless head. Over-exertion had begun to burn its way across his chest and down the length of his aching legs. It scared him, but not enough to make him slow down.

What in God’s name am I doing here? What am I trying to prove?

Mid-stride he checked his watch. It was almost midnight and closing time was one. He quickened his pace and despite feeling out of control, out of place and out of breath, soon found himself in front of the club.

He stepped through the doorway and nodded at the heavyweight bouncer who stood, arms folded across his chest, smirking down at him.

“I was wondering when you’d show up,” he boomed.

How fucking embarrassing. I should go home. Now!

But he didn’t. Instead, he watched himself with wary suspicion as he would a fifty year old furtive stranger, slinking toward that table on the aisle. He wasn’t interested in the two girls onstage sharing the silver pole and each other; and he couldn’t have cared less about the whispered seductions, hot breaths into lonely ears, purring all across the floor. None of them had her face, so he concentrated on the flow of traffic moving back and forth along the aisle to The Lapdance Lounge, the place where dancers danced, offering much more than they intended to give; the place where men paid for promises.

He slouched deeper in his seat, as if that posture and the moody darkness would conspire to cloak him in invisibility, and settled into his watch, scanning the joint like a pimp looking for his favorite mama. The scene was a moving blur. He blinked calibrating his binocular eyes to focus on one object only, no matter the distance. He blinked again, scanning the room slowly with meticulous care, but tonight the target was nowhere to be found.

“Maybe she changed her mind about working tonight,” he reasoned miserably.

She was Desiree, an exotic dancer, and he was Judge William Thompson. He couldn’t believe that it was only a week ago that an associate’s drunken stag had ended up here and he’d first seen her. It seemed like a lifetime ago because since that first visit, his life hadn’t been his own. This vixen had invaded his psyche, erased and reprogrammed the database of his very soul. Gone was the conservative, ambitious political judge and in his place was this needy, obsessed and vulnerable man who lived only to see and be seen by Desiree.

“Back again,” chirped the all-too-cheery waitress. “That’s six days in a row!”

“Seven,” J.T. snapped. “And what business is it of yours?”

“Sorry, didn’t mean anything by it,” the waitress apologized. “The usual?”

“Fine,” J.T. said sheepishly.

“Desiree’s in back with a regular,” she blurted gratuitously, before scurrying off toward the bar.

J.T. was appreciating a moment’s silence from the music that had been bursting his eardrums ever since he arrived, when the D.J’s voice announced over the speaker:

Grab yourselves a drink and get ready for Angel Eyes . . . 

“Your drink, sir,” said the waitress, setting his Chivas carefully in front of him. “Desiree should be out soon.” Her voice was kind, soothing.

“Thanks,” J.T. said, reaching for his drink with one hand and fumbling for his wallet with the other. He dropped a twenty on her tray. “Thanks,” he repeated. “Keep the chan…,” his voice trailed off.

Desiree was gliding toward him, a flushed and smiling businessman in tow. J.T. jumped up and in one second flat was standing in her path, gawking. Red high-heeled leather boots covered her shapely legs to mid thigh and black fishnet stockings teased to the edge of a matching red-leather, long sleeved turtle necked number that tapered her waist and exaggerated the ripe fleshiness of her firmly contained breasts. A sturdy brass zipper emerged brazenly from between her legs to reach all the way to her neck. Noticing him, she slowed her pace, teasing him with the sway of her shoulders, the deliberate outlining of her lips with her pink tongue. She kidnapped his eyes and sent erotic currents coursing along his nerve ends and his cock puffed and lurched with desire.

She was close, so close. She invaded his space. He could feel her breath, feel her body’s heat and it took more than all the willpower he had not to grab her. It took the knowledge that she could have him thrown out on his ear, that he could lose her, his reputation and his career. It took that to keep his hands from grabbing his crotch and rubbing, stroking and massaging pleasure onto his dripping cock and heavy balls, until he came and came.

“Can I have the next dance?” he gushed.

“I’m on a break till the last set, baby.”

“Save the last dance for me?” he begged.

“Okay, unless of course somebody goes for the whole set.”

“I mean, I meant the last set, the whole set,” J.T. said, his voice rising in desperation.

“First come first served,” Desiree said, moving around him. “You got it,” she flung over her shoulder casually.

J.T. sipped his Chivas. He felt almost nauseous with longing and anticipation and noted that, before this week, it had been a very long time since he’d felt so alive. Life had numbed him. He’d lived through three failed marriages, the first two inevitable. Both of those wives demanded more time and attention than he had to give. But the third, that was his failure. That was another story.

Elizabeth was twenty years his junior and he’d married her after only six months of romancing her off her feet. He assumed they were happy until three months later when he’d come home to a note: Last night when you insisted I change for Larry’s party I realized that I’m not what you want. I’ll never change for you again and there’s no reason for either of us to suffer so I’m out of here. I want nothing from you. Be happy, Elizabeth.

He checked the house. Everything she owned was gone. Everything he owned was left. It was like she’d never been there. He’d read the note twice, poured himself a brandy and then another and another, until her words, his feelings and the truth were thankfully one anesthetized blur.

That was almost a year ago and it wasn’t until this week in the shadowy anonymity of ‘Club DanceFire’, that he allowed himself to face the fact that he’d feared her beauty and sensuality and that his jealousy and insecurity, his need to control her, had driven her away. And he mourned because he knew now that he’d give anything, all his worldly goods and his seat on the bench, to turn back the clock and do it right this time.

The D.J. boomed over the speaker:

Last set. Get yourself a drink. Get yourself a girl . . . 

“Ready, Tiger?” Desiree whispered huskily, leaning over him. He could smell Opium. He could smell her perfume.

J.T. stumbled out of his seat and lurched after her. His eyes gobbled her legs, the sway of her round ass. His skin was flushed and his balls tightened impatiently as he glimpsed her breasts peeping into view, left…right, following the sexy rhythm of her footsteps.

Desiree led him to the end of a row of partitioned private booths.

“Sit,” she said, facing him.

J.T. sat in the oversized chair in front of her.

Slowly, Desiree took hold of the brass ring of her zipper and pulled, exposing an increasingly long line of cleavage that ran into her bra. She reached in and pulled out a flat envelope of a moneybag and tossed it onto J.T’s lap.

“What would you like? A dressed twenty-five or topless thirty-five?” she asked.

J.T. pulled a stack of bills from his wallet, counting off ten twenties.

“How about two dances, whatever you want, and the third in The Private Quarter?” he asked, shoving the bills into her bag.

“Haven’t I told you that I don’t do the PQ, naughty boy?”

“Always a first time,” J.T. whispered, stashing the purse in the chair pocket as he’d learned to do. He’d seen men being led off to the PQ, as they called it, and heard rumors about its possibilities.

Desiree merely chuckled. A female vocalist began, “A good man is hard to find …” and she turned away from J.T. She stretched as if waking from sleep and then cradled her breasts in her arms. She twisted slowly toward him, rocking her babies, bending over him so he could have a good look; she knew his weakness. She placed her booted foot beside him, her hands on the arms of his chair and swayed slowly, lower and lower until her breasts were slapping his face.

“Yes, baby,” J.T. groaned, reaching for her.

“Tut tut, Baby,” she said, standing and looking down at him.

He remembered the rules, no touching, and let his hands fall to his sides. He was so horny and he couldn’t stop his hips that thrust frantically into the air between them. She bent over him again, smothering him in the embrace of her huge warm mounds and he cracked. He massaged his throbbing cock through his pants, as he breathed leather and flesh. Clear sticky goo oozed into his pants, as her fingers teased circles about his baldness.

J.T. didn’t know when the first song ended or the next began. All he knew was that Desiree was facing away from him, bending over, her ass beckoning him, her heavy tits threatening to burst out of their bodice as she squeezed them, offered them to him from between her legs. And then she turned toward him, massaging her breast and then tweaking her nipple with one hand, while the other caressed her pussy. He thought he saw, smelled her wetness but he couldn’t be sure because his cock was screaming, insisting and he couldn’t be sure of anything. Was he pulling out his cock?

“Yes,” he groaned, as he stroked the flesh of his cock, his legs stretched forward and his wet dick feeling bigger and better than it ever had before.

“Come,” Desiree hissed, grabbing her purse and his arm and dragging him through the door of The Private Quarter.

She shut the door quickly.

“Bad, bad boy!”

The Private Quarter sported a luxurious couch and soft music seemed to seep from the walls, ceiling and floor. Desiree pushed J.T. onto the couch and began dancing. She was a sex goddess moving for her own pleasure; fingers through her hair, hands moving over her own body. She returned to the zipper-ring and pulled until her exposed tits ballooned out of her skimpy leather bra, until she reached under her cunt to … snap … The bustier fell to the floor, revealing her juice stained, tiny leather thong.

“Hurry,” said J.T, his strokes becoming longer, shorter, quicker and slower? He no longer knew; he was no longer in control.

“Please hurry,” he repeated, as she stepped out of the thong.

“Oh God,” she groaned, rubbing her clit and then plunging her finger inside, as her legs buckled as she trembled toward the couch.

She straddled J.T, her pussy inches from his cock. She gazed into his eyes and then lowered herself to kiss his cock with the sweet lips and then the mouth of her dripping pussy.

“Oh no,” J.T.cried, as she raised herself off him.

“Oh yes,” he cried, as she plunged back onto him.

He reached, touched and grabbed at her breasts and then collapsed as she rode him. He gasped at the sight of her tits heaving, bouncing, and careening in every direction.

“Now,” she said, head thrown back, her pussy wet finger nudging her … him … them over the edge.

“Elizabeth,” he screamed, exploding months of waiting, endless powerful jets of hot thick cum into her.

“Desiree to you,” she said impishly, collapsing onto his chest.

“We have to get out of here,” she said after a few minutes. “This was my place of business. I always said I’d quit before I let any customer get me into The Private Quarter.”

“My darling Elizabeth, if I promise never to forget Desiree, will you come home with me?” J.T. asked softly.

Desiree balanced on her elbow to look down at him.

“Are those tears?” she asked, touching his cheek with a tender finger. “Let’s go home,” she said, not waiting for an answer.



Last Dance



In another place, another time, maybe another world, we slowly danced. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through tattered curtains as our feet barely slid over the dusty wooden dance floor. The smoke and dust formed a light orange haze that summer afternoon, I don't recall if we were alone, or if others sat along the wall.

With her head on my shoulder, I nervously leaned my head, until it lightly rested on hers. It seemed as if everyone was gone when we danced that last dance. Lost in each other's arms, with no one watching, we simply moved to the music, in perfect step, in perfect time (our step, our time) we breathed as one, our hearts beat almost together. 

Then the music faded, the sun waned and our shadows lengthened, our eyes met and kissed for the first time. As the sun set and we quietly walked into the summer night, I had met her at the dance, well, it was not really a dance, it was more a festival, but once we met, we remained inside the dance hall. For those few hours it had become another world for us, and now that it had ended we seemed lost.

"Would you like to get a drink?" she asked, looking down into my eyes. We were barefoot when we danced and she didn't seem this tall. Now in her heels I found I had too look up to meet her eyes.

"Yes, I'd like that. There's a nice place down the road a bit, we could drive, or if you like we can walk along the beach."

"The beach would be nice, let's walk," she said removing her shoes. We walked across the sand, her dangling her shoes from one hand, and I, with my jacket tossed over my shoulder. There was a light breeze that made her black hair flutter some.

We entered the lobby of the hotel and headed for the bar where I carefully held her chair as she sat, and helped as she slid up to the table. As I sat down, I glanced to her breasts, admiring her cleavage. Though she was a little larger than most women I'd been attracted to in the past, I noted that her ample breasts were very enticing.

I glanced at her eyes and noticed she caught me peeking. "Waiter, we're ready to order, I think," I quickly said, motioning my hand, hoping I had covered myself. We ordered our drinks and just when I was about to sigh in relieve, having averted an uncomfortable moment she spoke.

"You know, I don't really mind."

"Mind?"

"You staring at my breasts," she paused, enjoying my discomfort a bit. "It took me some time for me to really appreciate them myself. I have to admit, I think they are my most... ah, impressive? Yes, impressive thing about me I think."

"There are other things."

"Oh now, be honest, what drew you to me?"

"Honestly?"

She nodded.

"To tell the truth, it was your hair."

She immediately laughed. "I'm sorry," she said, noticing my concern, "here, look closer."

As I leaned forward, she pointed to her hairline, I looked closely as she took a long curl and tugged just a bit. The hairline receded with the tug, exposing much lighter roots. I sat back in my chair as she readjusted the wig.

"I am Sophia today, in all my Latin glory," she said, with a mock bow of the head. "I know my skin is too fair to really be Latin, but this hair is so glorious."

"I never knew," I said.

"That's because when you got close, you quit looking at my hair and looked elsewhere," she smiled.

I smiled shyly.

"Now you blush, ah... then I did catch you." She took her hands to her breasts and kind of shimmied them up, adjusting how they were suspended in her bra. "Do you like them?"

"Well... ah, yes. Yes I do like them."

The waiter appeared with our drinks and I handed him a ten. "Keep the change," I said hurriedly, wanting to get back to our conversation.

"I think he liked them too," I whispered, nodding to the waiter.

"No... I think he was looking more your way."

"My way?"

She nodded, opening her hazel eyes wide and smiling.

"Hey, lets get a room, we can take our drinks up when we go," I quickly blurted, shocking myself at how forward I was being.

"Oh my, I guess you did like my breasts," she giggled. "Wait, first, I need to tell you about something."

"Your hair right?"

"Well that's part of it."

"Chemo?" I asked, concerned.

"A while back, I'm in remission now. My hair has been a bit of a bitch though, that's why tonight I am Sophia. Tomorrow, who knows? Maybe Amanda, maybe Sandra."

"Sounds interesting, and you seem okay."

"Well, yes, for now."

"For now?" I asked.

"Well, I had an operation scheduled, but postponed it for my treatment. It will be a while before everything is back to normal."

"But you're on your way?"

"Oh yes."

"Could I ask what kind?'

"Well, it's kind of down there," she replied.

"Ovarian? I know that can be bad. I had a friend who got it, she seems okay now, but it was close there for a while."

"Well, something like that."

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm prying. Let's get back to talking about something a little more fun," I said.

"My breasts?"

"Oh I think that is a lot more fun," I said as I stood and reached for her hand. "Shall we?"

"Well I haven't..."

"Ah, now, now, we are talking about your breasts now. Nothing else," I said smiling.

"Well, who could resist a line like that. I am yours," she said, smiling back.

We checked into the room and headed up the elevator. Somehow, as we climbed on, an older couple entered the elevator too, ending up between us. They were shorter than both of us, so we simply made eyes at each other as the elevator made its slow ascent. It stopped, and ever so slowly the couple meandered out of the elevator onto their floor. As the car closed, I reached out, grabbed her and we locked in a kiss. Not the soft, delicate kiss we shared earlier, but a hard passionate one.

As we kissed, my hand reached to her breast and I clasped it gently. The door opened, and I quickly removed my hand and we stepped apart. Another old couple was waiting to get on, so we carefully worked our way around them and headed to the room, laughing the entire way.

"Wow, did they get an eyeful," Sophia said, "an eyeful of your handful."

"Was it my imagination, or did they give us an evil grin."

"Yeah, they did. I bet I can guess they what they were up in their room doing," she laughed.

"Them, they must have been in their eighties."

"Hey, some guys are simply unstoppable."

"That dirty old man," I said opening our door.

"I was just thinking that it's not often you met an octogenarian slut," she replied as I closed the door.

I immediately began unbuttoning her blouse, as she reached for my belt. As I finished and reached inside, she let the blouse slide off her shoulders and reached behind her back, unfastening the bra. Her breasts sagged into my hands, so round and full. I let the bra fall to the floor and moved my mouth to her nipples. They were relatively small, but hard as stone. I circled them with my tongue as she finished unfastening my pants. I ran my face over the soft mounds of her breasts as I felt my pants fall to my ankles. 

She quickly had moved my jockeys around my erection and they too fell to the floor. I reached my hand to her pants, but she guided them back to her breasts. Then she kneeled and guided my cock between them. She reached to her purse, found a tube of something and applied the white cream on her skin.

Lubricated now, I began moving back and forth, watching as the head of my rod appeared from and disappeared between her breasts. As I felt myself getting closer and closer to climax, I tried to pull away, so we could do something else, something for her, but she grabbed my ass and pulled me to her.

"I want you to come on them... now!" she said excitedly, grabbing my balls.

With that last sensation I let go, splashing her in my come. She immediately grabbed my cock and stroked, working the last drop onto herself. As she milked it, she looked up and whispered, "It's so hot."

Smiling, I eased myself out of her hand and sat back on the bed. "Wow, I never," I started, but noticing the inquisitive look on her face I continued, "well, I have, but never like that."

"You never met anyone like me before."

"It's like you know the exact, right thing to do, at the perfect time," I said.

She got up and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door, hearing the water run I figured she was washing the hand cream and sperm off her breasts. As she stepped out of the bathroom, she turned off the light and walked toward me. I could only faintly see her in the small about of light leaking around the curtains. She was only wearing her panties now.

As I reached for her, she moved my hand away and sat down beside me. "Now I need to finish telling you what I was downstairs."

"But..."

"No, it's important. You had asked if I had ovarian cancer, and I avoided the question. I had cancer, and because of it, I had postponed an operation. An operation I have been waiting for... for most of my life."

She saw the puzzled look on my face and moved her finger to my lips. "Shh, let me finish. I always told myself that if something like this happened, I would tell everything first. I wanted to, but, but, I got caught up in everything." A tear appeared and rolled down her cheek. "I never wanted to mislead you."

"Please," I whispered, "it can't be all that bad."

Her finger returned to my lip, "Yes it can and it is. I had, have... I don't know, had, have... I am recovering from testicular cancer."

I sat motionless for a moment, until it sunk in. "Testicular? Then... that... means..."

"Yes."

"That means you're a man," I said, trembling.

"No, I mean yes... I mean no. I have not been a man for a long time. I just needed an operation now."

"But..."

"I have been living as a woman for years now. I have been though all the processes, the psyche reviews, the hormone treatments everything except..."

"Except?" I asked.

"Except the final surgery. Look at these, you felt them," she said holding her breasts. Look at my face, there's no five o'clock shadow."

"But," I said, glancing at her panties.

"I keep myself bound up. I don't get hard anymore; the hormones slowed me down, as did the cancer. I have what's there tied up," she... he said, removing the panties.

I stared at a strange contraption that looked like a cross between a thong and a chastity belt. He untied it and pulled it away. I looked at a loose sack of balls and just above, a tiny penis peeking from just above.

"It will get a little larger when I pee, and it's been confined for some time, so it kind of retracted. It's a little larger normally, though I have never been big."

I silently stood up and got dressed as he sat on the bed. Tears rolled down his face, but he didn't say anymore. When I finished dressing I walked to the door and stepped outside. I headed to the elevator and rode down to the lobby. As the doors opened I walked out toward the beach, the whole time repeating to myself, "He, he, he."

On the beach I walked toward the water, listening to the waves tumble onto the sand. I looked up the beach to the pavilion where the festival was held. Thinking back on the afternoon I pictured the dance again, dancing with him, the way I felt as the sun slowly sank in the sky. Why, why did he come onto me like this?

I turned quickly and walked back to the hotel. I rode back up the elevator, determined to get an answer from him. I was determined to find why he chose me; there were plenty of others for him. Why me?

I pulled the key from my pocket and opened the door; he was going to answer me now. I stepped into the room and looked to the bed. He... she slowly stood up facing me, trembling. She looked at me terrified; terrified I am sure of what I might do to her.

"Look, I won't hurt you. I just need to know..." I paused and looked at her closely. She had removed her wig and the light hair was a mess. Mascara ran down her face and had dripped onto her breasts. She stood shaking... And I remembered the dance, the dusty wooden dance floor and how the smoke and dust formed a light orange haze this afternoon. I remembered how we danced into another world, a world all our own.

"What do you want to know?" she asked.

"Just when are you getting that operation?" I said, slowly smiling.

She beamed, rushing to me and grabbing me tight. Her breast pressed against my chest as we kissed and kissed. When we surfaced for air, I looked at her quizzically.

"Soon," she replied, "very soon."

"Good," I said as I leaned to kiss her again.



Last Dance



One final look-over in the mirror and I'm ready to go.

Tight jeans...check, Nice top...check, Stack heeled boots...check.

Subdued makeup, hair up and out of the way...check.

With one last spritz of body spray, I look at my reflection and smile. She smiles back, the picture of a fun-loving country girl ready to dance the night away.

Normally I don't go all out like this, but you see, its Karl's last night here. 

And I want it to be memorable...

"Excuse me...would you like to dance?" A voice interrupts my dreary maunderings.

I look up; startled--this is the first time since I started coming here that anyone other than the barkeep has spoken to me.

A friendly grin meets my gaze, and twinkling blue eyes beguile me into answering.

"S-Sure, I'd love to!" I manage to sputter, completely taken aback by the fact that someone was actually asking ME to dance!!

He holds his hand out, and I place mine in his. Sliding off the barstool, I realize he is a good bit taller than me, at least 6 foot. He is very lean, with brown hair cut short and ears that stick out a bit. Not classically handsome, but I've never been drawn to that type anyway...No, this was a face of character, of laughter and humor, and all man.

He introduces himself as Karl, and I respond with mine. He grins...

"Kat, huh? Guess I'd better watch those claws!"

I tell him I don't really know how to two step, and he says that he will teach me.

And so he does...we glide around the floor, giggling at my missteps and making funny comments to each other.

It was the most fun I had had since getting here, and I was sorry when the lights came up to signal the last dance.

He showed his chivalry when he understood that I didn't want him to walk me home, to keep my location private. We promised to meet again the next day to dance some more.

That was two months ago, and now it's the last weekend that he will be here. We have become good friends, and the tension between us has grown. I feel torn and slightly afraid--I don't want to mess up a good thing, but am tired of living the cautious, dutiful life that I have been so far. Tonight I will be the bold one, and see where it leads me...

"Hey Karl, Hey guys!!" I herald the group sitting in "our" normal place. The music is already going, and loud. I can feel the base pumping, and it draws an answering pulse from between my legs. I feel myself moisten...Karl gets up to greet me with a quick hug, and takes my coat. We go to the bar, and I buy the first round. We go through the mock argument just like always, and I "agree" that he can buy the next round. The routine is comforting, and soothing. We drink a few sips and then head to the dance floor.

Dancing with him is one of the best sensations I have ever felt. I forget all my troubles, safe in his arms, melting and listening to his body tell me where to go and what is next. I know that tonight he can see slightly down my top; it's much lower cut than I normally wear. The tops of my breasts are starting to glisten with sweat as we dance several sets. I laughingly plead fatigue and we go back to our drinks. The heat of his body sears my side as we lean on each other, laughing at someone's joke. His hand scorches my back as he rubs my shoulder, a liberty I allow very few people.

Eventually it's the last dance...and it's my favorite song, courtesy of Karl pulling in a favor from the DJ...

Our last dance is magic...no steps out of place, only the music, and ourselves. I feel like I am drowning in his eyes as we stare at each other through the song. 

Like all good things, it to ends. 

We gather up our stuff, and I ask him to walk me home. 

His eyes turn a darker blue as his body reads the message in mine...unspoken, but accepted.

CLICK!

The sound of the lock turning echoes in my head, and I shiver. I suddenly feel a hot breath on my exposed neck...He is right behind me.

"Are you cold, Kat?" he asks, his voice rougher than normal.

I turn, and look up into those incredible eyes. 

"Kind of..." I respond, and feel my body respond to him, his nearness, and that damned wonderful cologne of his.

I take a deep breath to steady myself, and his gaze drops to my chest. I feel my nipples start to tingle as he caresses my form with his stare, blatant admiration on display. I flush, feeling my cheeks warm under such attention.

Tipping my head back, I moisten my suddenly dry lips with my tongue. Desire is surging through my body, making me tremble. He looks me in the eye, and gently says "Oh, hon..."

Gently his lips brush mine...the faintest of touches. I sigh, and lean into him. 

I wrap my arms about him and kiss back, gentle, a little unsure...

He groans, and suddenly I am lost as he devours my mouth...lips, tongue and teeth sending my mind into a whirl. All I can do is hang on and kiss back with all the passion I have held in check for so long...

We stumble farther into my room, hands roaming at will. Fingers brush my breasts, eliciting a gasp from my throat. His chest is warm, lean, and lightly furred. I run my hands over his back, tugging at the undershirt where it tucks into his jeans. With a growl, he pops the buttons on my shirt, baring my bra and breasts to his heated gaze. I cling to him as teeth nip down my throat and sink into the junction of neck and shoulder, crying out softly in appreciation.

I feel frantic, needy, my head is spinning with desire...all I can think of is to feel him pressing along me, touching me, filling me...

With some amount of giggling, we disentangle from each other, and shed our shoes. Gentle hands finish removing the remnants of my shirt, and undo my belt. I feel my breath catch as his fingers dip beneath the waistband of my jeans, stroking my belly.

I return the favor, and nip at his neck when his head falls back on another groan.

Suddenly I feel cold air on my butt as my jeans are pushed down, and off. Standing in only my underwear, I can only gape as he finishes undressing himself.

If I ever had doubts about myself, this wasn't the time to try to prove it...he was obviously VERY happy with the view.

More kisses and caresses, and I feel my bra fall away, baring my breasts to his hands and gaze. My nipples are hard and begging to be touched, their coral color dark against the pale flesh of my breasts. Karl darts in and starts to feast on them, drawing moans from me as he kisses and suckles my mounds. I run my hands over his back, lost in the incredible heat of his mouth on my tender buds.

An instant later that I feel hands on my butt, kneading and stroking. My panties seem to slip down by themselves, leaving me completely bare.

He kisses down my belly, and then looks up at me, eyes now cobalt with desire...

"I want to taste you..." he whispers, and then lowers his face.

Searing heat, firm satin, pressure...his first lick rips a near scream from me. Slowly he delves deeper, sucking on my outer lips, and running that talented tongue up and down my most private area. I grab his shoulders, nearly overcome with the sensations flooding through my system. I nearly come when he finds my little button and gives her a firm lick. Slowly he laps at my center, drinking the nectar flowing freely. I can feel an orgasm building, winding me tighter and tighter...with a sudden thrust of a finger he brings me.

"Ah!!" I hear myself cry as I come undone on his tongue and hand. Moisture flood out, coating his face as I quiver above him.

Firm hands grip my hips, steadying me as I teeter, disoriented by the waves of pleasure echoing through my body. I feel my bed under my butt, and sit. He leans in, and I can taste myself on him as we kiss...

I run my hands down his body, reveling in the feel of skin under my hands. I tug at his briefs, and his member jumps as I brush it.

Freeing him from the confines of cotton, I take breath. He is perfect. Long, longer than I have ever personally seen, and shaved. His balls hang low, round and smooth, tempting me to lick and suck them like succulent plums...Gently I place a kiss on the head, and feel it twitch under my lips. Slowly I start to lick my way up and down this wonderful shaft, then taking it in my mouth in one swoop. He is too long for me to deep throat, so I wrap a hand around him and start to pump. I start to stroke those wonderful testicles, feeling them tighten, and listen to Karl gasp in pleasure.

Suddenly I feel him grab my shoulders and pull me away from my fun...

Roughly, he pushes me back onto the bed and flings himself on top of my body.

All ideas on seduction fly out my head as we entangle ourselves, kissing and touching with abandon. He stops only to put on a condom, and then presses himself to my entrance. I am nearly out of my mind, so filled with hunger and need...all I can do is beg "Yes, Karl, Please!!"

With a grunt, he thrusts up, half of his shaft sinking into me. It feels so good, all I can do is moan as he starts to work in and out of my tight sheath, slowly pressing more into me.

It's been a while for me, making for slow going, but even in his hunger Karl is patient and lets my body accustom itself to his invasion. Finally he seats himself fully into my tunnel, and lets out a deep groan. 

"Ah, god, you feel so good!" he grates out into my ear as he starts to move deep within me.

Now the pace starts to speed up, his hands busy tweaking my nipples and pulling on my hips. I feel my pussy clenching on him, my hands raking his back as I urge him even deeper and harder into my depths. I feel the familiar tightening and moan that I am about to come...

"Yeah, do it, come on my dick!" Karl grits out, thrusting even harder in time to his word as I shatter. It feels like I am on fire, or exploding, or both as my body spasms around his member. I hear my shouts as if from a distance as pleasure sweeps through me, unmaking then remaking me...

Gasping I return to my skin, and feel Karl still moving in me. Grabbing my legs, he drapes my knees over his shoulders and proceeds to pound even deeper into my hungry flesh. Guttural noises fall from his lips as he works himself in and out of my wet hole, competing with the sound of slapping flesh.

"Oh god, oh god, I'm going to explode!!" he gasps, slamming even harder against my hips. I urge him on, feeling him thicken inside me...

"Aaahhh!!" he shouts, burying himself to the hilt in me as his body tries to turn itself inside out with pleasure. I can feel the spasms that surge through him, and press myself even closer, absorbing his cries with my mouth as he shudders his release.

We collapse in a tangled heap of sweaty, sated flesh, and sleep entices both of us into her embrace...

I went back to the bar today, since I promised Karl that I would keep dancing. The music is loud as always as I walk in, and by some coincidence it's my favorite song. I savor the memories of our "last dance" and smile to myself.

Best of Luck to you, Karl...



Last Dance



Jeannie nudged Lauren. "We've got an audience."

Lauren looked toward the tables beside the dance floor. Most of them were occupied by couples, but one had only one occupant, a young man whose hand was not so subtly rubbing the front of his pants. "I think he likes our dancing," Lauren said.

"So it seems. Turn around."

Lauren faced away from Jeannie, and Jeannie put her arms around Lauren's waist. As they moved to the music, Jeannie moved her hands over Lauren's torso, almost but never quite touching her breasts and crotch. Lauren responded by rubbing her ass against Jeannie. Their voyeur slid down in his chair slightly, rubbing himself even more obviously than before.

"I think it's a good thing we're leaving soon," Jeannie whispered in Lauren's ear. "This is making me wet."

"Me too," Lauren replied. "I can't wait to get home."

"We might not make it home." Jeannie brushed her hand over Lauren's breast. "I might have to do you right in the parking lot."

"We might have to invite our friend over there to watch."

"I wouldn't mind that a bit."

Lauren laughed. "Of course you wouldn't, you exhibitionist slut."

"Uh huh, and proud of it." She kissed Lauren's neck and licked her earlobe. Involuntarily, Lauren gasped. Jeannie always knew how to make her hot. "You like that, don't you?" Jeannie said softly. "Even though we're surrounded by people, you like having me kiss and touch you."

"Of course I do."

Lauren turned in Jeannie's arms and kissed her lips. They kept dancing as they kissed, bodies pressed together, tongues playing. Jeannie moved her hands to Lauren's ass, rubbing and squeezing until Lauren moaned into her mouth. God, she wanted to drag Jeannie out to the car right then!

But Jeannie had other plans. She turned herself and Lauren so Lauren was facing their audience. "Keep your eyes open and tell me what he's doing," she ordered.

Lauren's eyes met those of the young man. He winked and thrust his crotch in their direction. "I think he's pretty horny," she told Jeannie. "He's trying to show me his hard-on."

"It's probably not big enough to see at this distance," Jeannie said. "Are his pants open?"

"No. I don't think he wants to get thrown out."

Jeannie grasped Lauren's ass and pulled her hard against her. "Touch my ass," she said. "He can't see what I'm doing to you. Give him a show."

Lauren cupped Jeannie's buttocks and squeezed gently. She'd never touched Jeannie like this in public, but Jeannie was obviously enjoying it, and Lauren felt herself getting caught up in the excitement. Others around them were watching now; some of the couples on the dance floor had stopped moving altogether. Lauren didn't care. She didn't take her eyes off the young man, who now had one hand inside his pants. "He's playing with himself," Lauren whispered.

"Good."

Jeannie slipped one hand between herself and Lauren and touched Lauren's mound. Lauren couldn't believe Jeannie was acting this way. Even more, she couldn't believe she wasn't trying to stop Jeannie. As embarrassed as she was to have everyone watching them, it also turned her on. 

Their original voyeur licked his lips, his eyes glued to Lauren's. Lauren wasn't very interested in men; she'd fucked a man on a few occasions, but she was far more attracted to women. But she couldn't help wondering what his cock looked like, or how it would feel in her hand or her mouth. Or her pussy.

"Is he still watching?" Jeannie whispered.

"Everyone's watching," Lauren replied.

"Good."

The music stopped for a moment. "Last call, last dance," the DJ announced. "Find yourself a partner and enjoy."

Another, slower song began. "Should we invite our friend to join us?" Jeannie said.

"No." Lauren smiled at the man, who was still in his seat. "I don't think he wants to. I think he's having too much fun watching."

"Good, because I don't want to share you with any man." Jeannie sneered the last word, and Lauren laughed. "Well, we don't need a cock," Jeannie said. 

"Of course not. Who needs a cock when we have a strap-on?"

"And a man wouldn't have such adorable tits." 

Jeannie squeezed one of Lauren's breasts and rubbed her thumb over the hard nipple. She brought her lips back to Lauren's and they kissed hard, moaning at each other's touch. Finally, Jeannie broke the kiss and grabbed Lauren's hand. "Let's get out of here."

"The song isn't over yet." Lauren pointed out.

"Who cares? I'm too fucking horny to stay here anymore, unless you want to fuck right here."

"I don't think I'm that into being watched."

Jeannie pulled Lauren off the dance floor. As they passed the young man, he called, "Hey, nice moves!"

"Glad you enjoyed," Jeannie replied.

"Want some company wherever you're going?" the man asked.

"No, thanks. We can take care of ourselves."

"Maybe next time."

"Or not," Lauren said. "Sweet dreams."

She and Lauren hurried out to their car, which was parked at the far end of the lot. When they got in, before Lauren could start the car, Jeannie grabbed her hand and pulled it under her skirt to her bare pussy. "Make me cum," Jeannie ordered. "I'm so fucking horny, I need to cum right now!"

Lauren stroked Jeannie's clit. "You really like being watched, huh?"

"Yes. And I think you do too." Jeannie slid her hand under Lauren's skirt and touched her pussy. "Yep. You're as wet as I am."

"Hell yes."

The women fingered each other, faster and harder until Lauren cried out, "Jeannie! I'm cumming!"

"Good. Oh, fuck, Lauren, make me cum too!"

Both of them reached their orgasms at almost the same moment, moaning and calling each other's name. Jeannie took her hand away from Lauren's slit and licked her fingers. "You taste so good, honey," she said. 

Lauren copied her move. "So do you."

"Start this car," Jeannie said. "That took the edge off, but I'm still horny. Hurry up and get us home so we can fuck."

Lauren turned on the engine and backed out of the parking spot. As she drove toward the exit, she noticed their voyeur standing a few yards away from where they'd been parked. Had he been watching them? As Lauren drove by, he waved and winked. 

"I think he liked our show," Jeannie said.

"I think I did too." Lauren rested one hand on Jeannie's leg. "When we get home, I'll show you how much."



Last Dance



This is an original story. I have not used anyone else's ideas.

Okay I know it's corny, but I saw her across a crowded dance-floor and I knew that I had to have her! I had been watching her for a while, she was with a group of younger women, but she was the most beautiful. It looked like a hen party and she was playing the mother hen, but none of the others compared to her. I put her at about 45, with curly brunette hair, an oval face with sparkling blue eyes and a generous mouth made for kissing. Her breasts were still firm and proud and full, her waist was still trim and her hips were broad and rounded, her legs, encased in black stockings(I hope) go on forever, tapering down to trim ankles and small feet encased in 5" heels that stretch her legs even more. Her little black dress finishes just above the knee and clings to every curve of her ripe body, especially her big firm breasts and her tight round ass, I must have her!

I see the lustful glances she is getting from some of the older men as she talks and laughs with the younger girls, her breasts bouncing up and down in time with her laughter. But they are cowards, none of them has the courage to ask her to dance. She will be mine, and I will do all the things she asks me to do! The loud music finishes and the live band takes to the stage, they play latin music, covering the likes of Gloria Estefan, Ricky Martin and Michael Buble. Music you can dance to! and music you can make love to! As the band strikes up me stride over the dance-floor towards her, I see a couple of men heading in her direction so I speed up and reach her first. 

I take her hand and say "come with me." 

She is talking with the other girls and doesn't hear me the first time, so I bend down and whisper in her ear "come with me."

She turns, her glass halfway to those delicious lips and looks into my face and sees the desire in my eyes! 

She puts down her glass, and with a smile which lights up her face and makes her blue eyes sparkle even more, she turns to the other girls and says "I won't be long, this young man wants to dance with me."

The women carry on their conversation, one or two casting jealous glances when they see me. But I am not interested in them, they are silly girls, it is her I want! She takes my hand and follows me to the dance-floor through the crowds. It is full of people doing the samba, the rhumba and the salsa, but I am not interested in them.We will do our own dance of love as though they did not exist! 

I take up a position in front of her, one hand on her left hip the other in the small of her back. With gentle pressure I close the gap between us, so that our crotches are pressing together as one, and we move together sinuously like palm fronds in a tropical breeze or water flowing over stones. Her eyes open wide when she feels my hardness pressing into her, but I simply smile and continue to rub my body against her ripe, womanly body. 

The hardness will come later, for now all I have in mind is to seduce her through dance. The music changes to a slower rhythm and I pull her closer, I bury my face into her hair, inhaling the scent of an exotic shampoo and her heady perfume deep into my nose. They mingle together making me dizzy, all the while my hands are on her voluptuous firm ass, pulling her closer so that I can feel her rub against me and smell her gorgeous scent. She looks up at me and sees the desire in my eyes and she smiles; just with the corners of her mouth and I know she is mine!

The song finishes, and she stands with her head on my chest, getting her breath back. I see her breasts heave within the confines of her dress as she breathes deeply, they are milky white and soft yet firm, there does not appear to be anything supporting them, but I will find out later.

The music starts up again, faster this time and I twist and spin her, throwing her out to arms length then pulling her back into me, pressing her body against mine. I slide my hands down her back caressing the naked skin, I feel her shiver at my touch but she does not say anything. Then I spin her out again, but this time I drop to one knee and bend her over it, exposing her voluptuous body to my lustful gaze. I know that people are looking, but I couldn't care less, she is all I am concentrating on, they may as well not exist!

I raise her up and stand up just as the music finishes, she is flushed but happy as she regains her composure again ready for the next dance. The evening continues like this until the early hours, we stop occasionally for a drink of water, but otherwise we dance non-stop. I see her friends looking over and some are pointing, but I know it is envy on their part. They wish that it was them out here and not her. In a pause in the music I hold her at arm's length for a moment, I take in the stunning creature before me from her dark curly hair now messed up and stuck to her face with sweat from her exertions on the dance-floor, to those sparkling blue eyes which seem to have a fire of their own, to her cute nose and those kissable lips shining with a bright red lip-gloss which looks as though she has run her tongue over them.

I am on fire as I take in her curvaceous body, from her heaving bosom down which droplets of sweat run until they disappear into the cleavage between those soft yet firm mounds. How I wish my tongue could follow them to that dark and secret place, but I must wait a little longer! I continue my journey down her body to her waist and stomach, which is quite flat for a woman her age. 

From there I move down to her hips which are broad and rounded, indicating that she has children. But this only helps to make her even sexier. I turn her slowly so that I can take in her firm round ass once more, it is a wonder in itself and I have difficulty tearing my gaze from it but I do and then I take in her legs. 

Encased in sheer black hose, they are long, very long for a woman her height; of course I cannot see all of them yet but I can guess that the thighs are strong and firm, then from the knee they taper down to shapely firm calves and trim ankles, ending in small neat feet encased in patent stiletto pumps. Taken together she is the perfect woman for me, as I will show her later. The bandleader approaches the microphone. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, please take your partners for the last dance of the evening!" he takes his place and the band goes into "Careless Whisper" by George Michael. This is the moment I have been waiting for as we settle into a slow, sexy rumba. 

She turns her back to me and presses her gorgeous ass into my crotch and reaches up and puts her arms around my neck and pulls my face down for a deep kiss. Then to her neck, graceful like a swan's and exposed to my tongue lips and teeth. First of all I use my nose, inhaling her perfume and the soft, warm scent of her body, it is an intoxicating mixture and I feel drunk from the smell, but there are other delights yet! 

I slide my hands down her body, starting at her full breasts. I linger for a moment, feeling the weight and size of them in my hands and then I move on, down her waist to her full womanly hips and that gorgeous firm round ass. She sighs as she feels me exploring her but she does not say a word, keeping in time with the music. As I explore her I bury my face in her neck like a vampire from the "Twilight" series of films about to possess a beautiful maiden. 

But instead of fangs, I first use my tongue, licking the salty deposits from the base of her neck where it meets the collar bone. 

"Oooh" she gasps, "don't stop!"

"I have no intention of stopping my love, this is just the beginning!" then as she looks up into my face I bend down and lightly brush my lips over hers, it is one of many and it sends a tingle down my spine at the thought. 

At the same time I feel her give a little shiver as she lies back in my arms and presses that fabulous ass harder against my crotch. She feels my hardness pressing into the crack and she moans "mmmm, nice!"

We continue our dance, swaying and moving with the music, everyone and everything else forgotten. I continue my exploration of her body down to her crotch, resting my hand on the swell of her mound, even through her dress I can feel the heat. I press harder and she gasps and turns her face up to me for another kiss.

This one is longer but not too long, as I have not finished yet and the song is nearly over. My hands slide down her strong firm thighs, and I can feel through the material of her dress that she is wearing stockings! My heart skips a beat, I was right! I feel the strength in her thighs and smile, she will be able to wrap them around me as we make love later. For now there is the dance to finish.

I lower my mouth to her neck once more but this time I gently kiss it making her squeal "ooooo." I continue kissing up her neck until I reach her ear and I place a kiss behind it and she groans "ohhhh yesss."But even with all these distractions she continues to move against me, rubbing herself against my hardness, which is crying out for her but will have to wait a little longer. Finally I bring my mouth back to her neck and gently I sink my teeth into the base of her neck, I can feel the blood pumping through the carotid artery as her excitement builds. She opens her mouth but no sound comes out, and so I cover it with my own, tasting those warm soft lips once again.

As we break our kiss the music ends, I hear the bandleader thanking the crowd and wishing them a safe journey home, but it as though from a distance, as if through water. I am concentrating on what is to come as I stand with my arms around her, her head on my chest. I can feel her breathing deeply as she gets her composure back, still within my arms she turns, looking up at me seeing me as if for the first time.

She starts to speak; "Who...." but I put a finger to her soft lips.

"Shhh" I say "later when we are alone" and with that she puts her face to my chest and closes her eyes. As we stand there I see that the dance-floor is emptying, assignations have been made, couples head for the exit hand in hand.

Groups of girls laughing loudly and men on their own start to leave, but they do not interest me.

"Come with me" I say, she looks up at me and I see doubt on her face but something else in her eyes. 

"What about the girls?" she says "I'm supposed to make sure they get home safely!" 

I have already thought of that, earlier I gave one of the bar staff a 50 and told him to organize a cab for her friends. As I look over her head I see him talking to her friends telling them about the cab, as they leave, a few cast backward glances but then, more than a little drunk, they head for the exit and we are by ourselves.

"Come with me NOW!" I say again and this time she does not object, I put my arm round her waist and she puts her head on my chest as we head for the exit...........



   CHAPTER 2

Outside the air was cool and crisp, and I could see the little peaks in her dress as her nipples hardened in the cold air. I walked her to my car and we stopped for another lingering kiss before getting in. Once inside I put on the heater and then leaned across to fasten her seatbelt, as I did this I kissed her again, a deep lingering kiss with tongues, mine searches for her warm wet one and intertwines with it. She puts her arms around my neck and pulls me closer, flicking her tongue in and out of my mouth rapidly in her excitement. 

Eventually I break our kiss and sit down and start the engine, "my place isn't far" I say, so we drive for 10 minutes and pull up in front of my apartment building. "we're here!" I say, gently shaking her awake "you dozed off with all the dancing and the warmth from the heater." 

"Mmmm" she says stretching and yawning and giving me a big smile that lights up her face. As she stretches, her breasts push out the material of her dress again and I can see the shape of those soft yet firm mounds. 

"Come on" I say "let's get inside!"

It has started to rain as we get out of my car. I take off my jacket and drape it over her head to stop the worst of the rain, of course this means that I get soaked but never mind, I won't need these clothes for long! We run up the steps and I open the door and let us inside. In the lobby are a set of stairs and some elevators.

She looks at them and asks "which floor do you live on?"

"Fifth" I reply. 

"Then we'll take the elevator, I don't think my legs could carry me!" she says and presses the call button. 

A few moments later the elevator appears, the doors open and two people get out leaving it empty. As soon as the doors close I take her into my arms and plant a deep kiss on her luscious mouth, my hands roaming across her voluptuous figure. She giggles and kisses me back her tongue searching for mine. 

"You're all wet, you'll have to get out of those clothes or you'll catch pneumonia" she laughs.

"I intend to!" I say, "I've made you wet as well though, so we'll have to get yours dry before you can go home!" 

The elevator doors open and we step out onto my floor. My front door is opposite to the elevator so we don't have to walk far, I let us in saying "welcome to my humble abode!" with a mock bow "after you, ladies first!"

This is a ploy so that I can watch that fabulous ass of hers wiggle its way into my apartment! I shut the door and follow her inside. 

"Nice apartment" she says.

"Thank you it's all my own work," I say as I step up behind her and put my arms around her waist and lower my face to her neck, I smell the warm heady scent of her body and I kiss her neck making her shiver. 

"Fix us something to drink while I get out of these wet clothes" I say heading for the bedroom. 

I can hear glasses tinkling as she pours our drinks "do you want ice?" she asks.

"No thanks just as it comes" I shout back.

I take off my wet clothes and dump them in the laundry bin and put on a silk robe, it feels cool and sensuous next to my naked skin and my cock begins to stiffen at its touch. "Down boy!" I say and the impending errection goes down and I walk out of the bedroom. Her eyes widen when she sees what I am wearing, but soon we are comfortable on the sofa in front of a fire which I lit before going out.

"Now where were we?" I say, "oh yes your wet clothes need drying off, come on then off with them!" with that I put down my drink and stand up "come on then, stand up and I'll help you."

She stands up and I take hold of her zipper and start to unzip her dress, as I do creamy white skin is exposed and then the strap of a lacy black bra. I kiss this exposed flesh with just the lightest graze of my lips and she shudders, I slide the zip further paying the same attention to each inch of newly exposed flesh. 

Eventually the zipper is right down, nestling in the curve of her back just above her ass. Without being told she slides her arms out of the straps of her dress and lets it fall to the floor, she stands in front of me in just her bra, panties stockings and heels. My god she is gorgeous! I take in the swelling mounds of her large heavy breasts, barely contained in their soft lacy bra. From there my eyes travel down her belly to the black garter belt holding up sheer black stockings, fine as a spider's web clinging to her long legs. Finally I reach my goal, her pussy, it is covered by a thin strip of material which barely conceals the swelling mound, beneath which is shaved smooth. The material passes between her legs and between the twin globes of her ass. She stands there, unsure of what to do or say and so I take the initiative and put my hands on those ripe melons and caress them through the material of her bra.

I take hold of each one in turn and ease it out of the confines of her bra, and into the full light of the room. They are spectacular for a woman her age and I take each one in turn into my mouth, encircling each nipple with my tongue until it starts to harden and lengthen. 

At this she throws back her head, her hair cascading down her back and she opens her mouth and moans "ohhh that feels soooo gooood!" She takes hold of my head and presses my face into her cleavage. I feel the soft skin on either side of my face as I inhale the warm sweet scent of her perfume mingled with her sweat as she stands in front of the roaring fire. 

I flick out my tongue and taste her, her mouth forms a silent "o" at this and her eyes close. I reach behind her and unclasp her bra and let it fall to the floor, then I go down on one knee and begin to lavish kisses on her rounded belly, very lightly, just butterfly kisses gently grazing the skin and bringing up goose-bumps. As I do this my robe opens to reveal my hardening cock, I look up and see her lustful gaze as she sees me hardening for her. 

Kissing down her belly I reach her garter belt, it is black lace with little hearts on it, and it is stretched tight across her hips, the straps holding her stockings tight.

From there it is just a short distance to the black lace panties covering the delights within. I can see a patch of wetness appearing, and I press my face to it, tasting her juices and smelling her strong musky scent. She groans "ohh god" and buries her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer to the centre of her lust. I can feel the heat from her pussy and I gently rub the material against it, stimulating her clitoris to rise out of its hiding place. 

While I do this her fist is in her mouth and she is biting it to stop herself screaming out loud. "Don't worry" I say, "the neighbours are away for the week you can scream as much as you like!" and she will before we have finished! 

The wet patch on her panties grows bigger as her juices start to flow faster, and I know she is heading for her first climax of the evening. 

"Oooooh yesss" she cries out as my tongue laps at her panties, pressing the material against her swollen mound, making the material gently scratch her clitoris and sending her over the edge.

"Ohhh myyy fucking godddd!" she screams, no longer caring if anyone can hear her, "that feels fucking fantastic" she puts a hand to her mouth, a slightly embarrassed look on her face "I'm sorry," "I don't usually talk like that!" 

"No problem" I reply, "I hope it won't be the last time tonight!"

Then I hook my thumbs under the elastic of her panties and pull them over her hips, they slide down to the floor down her stockings with a whisper until they reach her ankles. Supporting herself on my back, she lifts one foot and then the other and steps out of them. Now I have an unobscured view of her sex, it is beautiful! 

The lips form a petal shape and are shiny with her juices, there is a swelling just where her pubic bone pushes her clitoris out, and I can see her slit because she is shaved smooth. I can smell her arousal and little drops of juice form on the lips of her pussy. I lean forward and flick out my tongue, eager to taste and smell her hot sweet juices.

As my tongue traces the outline of her pussy she groans "oh fuck" and pulls my face closer so that I can introduce the tip of my tongue between the lips. By now she is well on the way to another orgasm as her juices flow onto my tongue, I let them roll down it and down my throat swallowing them hungrily.

Carefully I insert a finger into her wet pussy, meeting no resistance I insert a second, searching for her g-spot, the magical place which will make her shiver and shake and scream as her pussy floods in orgasm! I know that I have found it when she takes in a deep breath and her eyes roll back in her head. 

She lets out a gasp, "don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop!"

I have no intention of stopping and I increase the pace, my fingers are moving in and out of her pussy in a blur. 

"Ohhh yesss I'm coming, I'm fucking cumminnggg!" she shouts and a flood of juice flows down the inside of her thighs and onto her stockings.




Last Dance



I stand up and hold her until the orgasm subsides, then I step back and untie my robe and let it fall to the floor. My cock is rock hard and pointing toward the ceiling; without being asked she sinks to her knees in front of me, juices running down her legs and takes hold of my errection. "It's beautiful" she coos, "I've never seen one so big, can I suck it?" without a word from me she opens her mouth and takes the engorged head of my cock into her warm wet mouth.

Her tongue slides up and down my length, looking up she smiles around it and then goes back to giving me a sensational blow-job. She slides her mouth to the tip and with the tip of her tongue she licks the slit, little drops of pre-cum drip onto her tongue and then she sinks her mouth down my shaft, engulfing it all the way to my balls.

"Ohhh that feels sooo good" I groan "I've never had a woman swallow the whole of my cock before, they all say I'm too big!" she mumbles something but I can't make it out because her lips are wrapped around my shaft. 

She pulls away and says "you hadn't met me" and laughs. "Now let's finish this so we can fuck, my pussy is aching for some hard cock!"

She goes back to work and soon I feel the familiar tightening in my balls, my shaft begins to swell and before long I am squirting jet after jet of thick creamy cum down her throat which she swallows greedily. 

"That was fantastic" I say, "but I am still hard so I'd better do something about that ache of yours!"

"Lie down on your back in front of the fire" she says "I want to straddle you." 

I do as I'm told and she kneels above me in all her naked glory. 

"My god, you are the most beautiful sexy woman I've ever met" I say, and I reach up and take hold of her big firm breasts, cupping them in my hands and softly caressing the nipples with my thumbs. 

"Ooooh that feels nice!" she coos.

I put a hand behind her head and pull her down so that I can put my mouth round a nipple and gently suck it. 

As I do her eyes close and her mouth opens and she groans "that feels so good don't stop I think I'm going to come again!" and with that another flow of juice pours out of her pussy and down her inner thighs. "Ohhh goddd ohhhh yessss" she cries out and falls forward onto my chest, panting and sweating from the heat of the fire and the after effects of her orgasm.

As she lay on my chest I buried my face in her neck again and inhaled her scent, it is a mixture of perfume and sweat more intoxicating than any alcohol. Gently I nibble at her neck and she giggles like a young girl on her first date.

"You really are the most gorgeous woman I've ever fucked" I say.

"Ah but you HAVEN'T fucked me yet!" she whispers in my ear.

"I have every intention of putting that right" and very lightly I start stroking my fingers across the skin of her back, making her shiver even though we are in front of an open fire. I continue stroking from her full firm breasts down her sides until I reach her hips. I feel the swell of her ass beneath my hands, it is almost an entity in itself, a separate being, firm yet soft to the touch, the skin unblemished. She sighs as I luxuriate in the feel of her body.

"That feels nice" she murmurs "it's like having a massage, I get so turned on having a massage even though I know that I shouldn't!" her head is on my shoulder as she speaks and I plant a deep kiss on her mouth pushing my tongue inside, searching for her warm wet tongue and intertwining them in a dance like two serpents.

When we break our kiss I say "I have a different kind of massage in mind, internal rather than external!"

  PART 3

She reaches down her hand to find my erection and frowns when she finds it has gone down. 

"Do you need any help?" she asks and, getting up on her knees she begins to kiss my chest. At the touch of her lips all the hairs on my arms stand up, as though an electric current has just passed through me. Her lips are on fire, as though they were a branding iron marking me as her property! She continues kissing down my body until she reaches my abdomen, there she licks off a little pool of sweat which had gathered in my navel. 

"Mmm" she says, "you taste salty and sweet at the same time, I could eat you up right now! I look down at my cock which is starting to stiffen.

"Why don't you then?" I say looking pointedly at my growing erection. Then I have an idea, "wait a minute" and I get up and switch out the overhead lights, the fire has died down to glowing embers and flickering flames, casting shadows over her body.

I want to explore those shadows and so I lay down next to her again. 

"Where were we?" I ask. 

She smiles and with a whisper of breath says "here!" and bends down to my stiffening cock, wrapping her fingers around it and drawing the skin away from the head which is becoming purple and swollen as blood courses through it. I feel her hot breath on my skin as she flicks out her tongue snake-like over it making me tremble with the sensation and anticipation. Her tongue traces its way from the tip of my cock to my balls, giving them a gentle suck before moving back to the head. 

She gives it a few quick strokes to make sure I am fully hard and then she engulfs it in her warm wet mouth, making "mmm" noises as she does. Slowly she slides more of me between her lips and down her throat, her tongue licking the underside of my cock as it slides down. While she is doing this I am not idle! I get myself into a position where I can get my hands on her voluptuous body, and begin by caressing those magnificent breasts, they must be 36DD at least, though in the light from the fire they look bigger! She sighs as my hands slide over those gorgeous mounds, stimulating the nipples with my thumbs and forefingers until they grow stiff and long.

"Ohhh that feels soooo gooood" she gasps, taking her mouth from my cock for a moment "don't stop."

I don't, but I replace fingers and thumbs with my mouth and tongue, licking and kissing her breasts, tasting the salty taste of her skin and making her moan as I sink each nipple in turn into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around each one in turn, making them harder still as they fill with blood.

"That feels fucking fantastic!" she cries out, "ohhh yesss I'm going to come again!" and she does, her juices splashing on my thigh. "Oh Jesus, I've never come that quickly before!" she laughs and, looking me in the eyes she kneels up and says "I think it's about time you and I got it on, let's fuck!"

So saying she straddles me again with her back to me, her gorgeous ass illuminated by the flames. Reaching down, she opens the lips of her pussy, reaching further down she grasps my cock with her other hand and guides it towards her pussy. She looks back over her shoulder and gives me a dirty smile, her tongue running over her lips making them shine, as she anticipates penetration. My cock throbs in her hand as though it had a life of its own, and a dribble of pre-cum runs down it until it reaches her hand. 

Taking hold of her hips and that wondrous ass I guide her towards my cock. As I do she keeps her grip on me, making sure I find the entrance. As the engorged head of my cock is guided into her pussy, it opens the lips like curtains on a stage, allowing me access to the delights within. 

"Ohh fuck" she groans, "you are so big and hard, take it slowly, I haven't had a cock this big inside me for a while!" 

So I let her dictate the pace. Slowly, inch by inch she eases herself down onto my cock, gasping in pleasure as she takes more and more inside her.

"Ohhh my god, I don't think I can take all of you, you are so big!" "nearly there" I say, "just a couple more inches." She turns to look at me over her shoulder and her hair, damp with sweat, clings to her face covering one eye and making her look like a Thirties film star. Her eyes are shut and her mouth is open in an "o" as her pussy tries to accommodate my length and girth.

As she begins the descent of my cock again I can feel her pussy muscles stretching around me like a hand in a silken glove, caressing and gripping me at the same time, urging me deeper within her. "Ohhh fuckkk!" she groans, "you feel soooo good inside me, I don't think I can hold out till we start fucking I'm going to come again!"

It spreads from her pussy up her body, making her shake and shiver, her breasts bouncing in time to her movements. "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh myyy godddd!" she screams "give me the rest of your big hard cock!" 

So, with a thrust of my hips and ass off the floor, I thrust the last few inches of my cock up her hungry pussy. She screams in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"You are amazing, I've never found a woman who could take all of me before, you are going to be my best fuck ever!"

I groan as I feel her pussy muscles gripping and releasing my cock. 

"Just give me a minute to get used to you, like I said it's been a while!" she pants.

"I know!" I say with a smile, "not since your husband ran off with that slut next door!" she turns to look at me, shock written across her face. 

"How....What....Who?" 

I put a finger to her lips, "shhh, the how why and who doesn't matter, like I said no names till later!" 

She smiles helplessly as I start to thrust up from the floor with my hips, pushing me deeper inside her. 

Her eyes close and her mouth opens, turning her back to me again she starts to moan, "Ohhh yesss that feels good" and she starts to grind down on my cock. Reaching back she puts a hand on my chest, "easy tiger, this is MY fuck, you just lie back and rest, you'll need your strength later!" and she smiles a dirty little smile.

I lie back on the floor and let her fuck me, watching her hips and that gorgeous ass swaying from side to side as she rides my cock to orgasm. Using her thigh muscles she pushes down; as she does this her pussy slides up my cock until just the tip is inside her then, with a groan she slowly slides down until her crotch meets mine, she rotates her hips slowly, grinding her pussy against my pubic bone.

"Oh fuck" she gasps, "that feels soooo good, I think I'm coming again!" It's just a little one at first, making her breasts quiver and her ass to shake then she settles into a rhythm, building towards a bigger one. 

From my position on the floor I watch as the flames flicker across the skin of her back, kissing it with warmth and making it glow and sweat. I watch as the beads of sweat join together and run down her back and into the crack of her ass, I trace their path down her spine all the way to her crack lightly with a fingernail, making her shiver and her breasts to bounce. 

"Ooooo" she gasps, "that feels nice!" 

I can feel a tightness forming in my balls as her pussy muscles massage the cum out of them and up my cock, it is like a warm wet hand wrapped around it, squeezing and releasing in time with her thrusting hips and I know that I can't hold back much longer. She leans back slightly so that my cock rubs against the front of her pussy, I can feel the ribs pressing against my cock as she slides up and down it. 

"I don't think I can hold back any longer, I know it's kind of late but are you taking anything?" I groan. 

"Don't worry, it's not that time of the month" she replies. 

With that I relax and shoot jet after jet of thick hot cum up her pussy, "aaahhh fuckkk" I groan. 

"Ohhh myyy goddd" she screams, "ohhh yesss, don't you dare go soft on me yet!" frantically riding my cock, "ohhhh fuckkk that feels sooooo gooood" as another wave washes over her and her pussy floods, covering my cock in her juices.

I sit up and put my arms round her and hold her as her orgasm subsides, she throws her head back on my shoulder and I smell her warm sweaty scent and her perfume, the air is heavy with the scent of sex. I rub my chest against her back all the while cupping and caressing her heavy breasts.

"Oh that was fantastic, I've never come that many times with a man, usually it's been with my trusty vibrator!" 

"I haven't finished yet!" I reply "I've had an idea, what about a shower?" 

"Good idea, I'm all hot and sticky and even though I'm going to get all hot and sticky again I wouldn't mind getting clean first!" 

CHAPTER 4

I help her off with the rest of her clothes, her garter belt, stockings and shoes, kissing her and touching her glowing skin.

"It feels so good when you touch me like that" she murmurs. "It's been a long time since a man touched me when we made love, I'm getting wet again just from that!"

"That's the idea!" I smile and take her hand and lead her to the bathroom. I step into the cubicle and help her inside, there is not much room so our bodies rub up against one another. Just this makes my skin tingle and my cock begin to stir, 

"I'd love it if you gave me a blow-job!" I whisper in her ear, rubbing my cock against her ass as we press close together, she turns around and smiles and, without a word gets down on her knees in front of me. She takes hold of my hardening cock, as I turn on the shower, a jet of hot water cascades over us as she takes the head of my cock into her mouth. She sinks her lips further and further down my shaft, engulfing it in her warm wet mouth. 

"Ohh my god that feels fantastic!" I groan as I lean back against the tiles, letting the hot water flow over me and down onto her head.

From her position on the floor she looks up and smiles around my cock. Putting both hands on my abdomen she pushes me back trapping me against the wall. As she increases the speed of her sucking I can feel a familiar stirring in my balls, it won't be long before I cum, I put a hand on her head and begin to thrust my hips, pushing my cock into her mouth faster and faster, all the while feeling the cum rising up my cock. 

"Let it flow baby!" she coos, "don't hold back just relax and let it happen!"

My cock swells in her mouth and jerks as stream after stream of hot thick cum flows from the tip and down her throat. She swallows it all hungrily.

"Aaahhh yess keep sucking" I groan, the pleasure is almost unbearable as my cock continues to jerk and twitch in her mouth. "Nnnggg" I grunt as the flow slows down and I grab hold of her wet hair and pull her mouth down my shaft until it reaches my balls.

She opens her mouth and one by one she takes them into her mouth, sucking them gently and rolling them across her tongue, feeling their weight. 

With a final jerk my cock delivers its last load down her throat and I collapse back against the shower stall, my knees buckling from the effects of my orgasm. She releases my balls from her mouth and slowly draws her lips up my shaft, drawing up the last drops of cum so that they dribble out of the slit and onto her tongue. 

"Mmmm" she says, "that was nice but now I need you inside me!" 

Standing up she leans forward against the back wall and sticks her ass out and wiggles it at me. 

She looks back over her shoulder and says, "come on baby, give me your hard cock now pleeease!" 

Even after the workout it has just had my cock is still hard and so I get behind her, the water cascading off both of us, and insert the head between her pussy lips and taking a firm hold of her ass cheeks I push with my hips. In one smooth movement my cock disappears up her pussy. 

"Ohhh baby, ohhh yesss ohhh fuckkk!" she screams, "fuck me hard make me come!"

I begin to thrust in and out of her tight pussy, the sensation is incredible, the water pouring down and her pussy muscles gripping my shaft as though they'll never let it go, a picture comes into my head of two people fucking under a waterfall like two animals, with no tenderness just pure lust!

I take hold of her hair in one hand and pull her head back so that I can plant a deep kiss on her open mouth as she gasps for air. Then I push her back against the wall and slam my cock harder into her pussy, my balls slapping against her ass. 

I reach up and grab her firm tits and squeeze them roughly until she cries out "oh fuck I'm coming" I continue thrusting as her orgasm hits her.

I growl into her ear, "Yes baby come for me, and let me feel those juices flowing down my shaft!" 

With a scream she lets go and her body starts to shake and a hot stream of juice flows down my shaft and her inner thighs. "Ohhh yesss, ohhhh fuckkk, ohhhhh myyyy godddd" I put my arms around her and pull her to me so that her head is on my chest. 

Her ass is pressed against my crotch and I hold her there until her orgasm subsides, all the time I am still thrusting into her, the pressure in my balls growing as my orgasm approaches. 

"My god your pussy is so tight, I can feel it milking me" I groan. She continues squeezing my shaft with her pussy muscles until I feel my hot cum boiling up my cock towards her pussy. 

With a loud groan I shoot into her again. 

"Aaaahhh fuckkk yesss, that feels so gooood, fuck me harder!"

"Ohhh yesss your pussy feels so tight, it's sucking every drop from my balls!" eventually my cock goes soft and I pull out of her. 

"I suppose we should get washed since that's why we came here!" she laughs.

So for the next 10 minutes or so we soap each other's bodies and then I pull her towards me and plant a deep lingering kiss on her mouth, she puts her arms around my neck and pulls me towards her, deepening the kiss. My hands roam over her delicious ass, pulling it towards me so that her pussy and my cock rub together, sliding easily because of the soap. 

"My god I'm getting hard again" I say, stepping back so she can see my growing erection. 

She drops one hand to my stiffening cock and grasps it, pumping it quickly, "come on baby, let me have your come!" she gasps.

As soon as she says that my cock starts twitching and I shoot a load all over her belly and thighs. 

"Okay, I think that's enough for now, she giggles "let's get dry and get something to eat, I'm starving."

We get out of the shower and grab a couple of fluffy towels, wrapping hers around her she snuggles against it.

"Mmmm, that feels nice!" "Right, let's go eat." 

We head for the kitchen and I take some chicken and pasta out of the cooler and in no time I've rustled us up something to eat, a bottle of red wine and two glasses completes the picture. As we eat she questions me.

"How did you know my husband left me for the next door neighbour?" 

"Well I used to live across the street from you, and every day I watched you leave for work in your short, tight skirts and tight blouses and I would go to my room and jerk off!" 

Her hand went to her mouth and her eyes were wide with shock and recognition. 

"You're little Robert Petersen!" she exclaimed. 

"Not so little now!" I smile. "You were the star of all my wet dreams, from high school until I left for college, when your husband left I wanted to come over and fuck you but I thought you'd turn me down because I was too young, so I just fantasized about you instead." 

"Oh Robert I'm sorry, if I'd known I wouldn't have sent you away, Bob hadn't fucked me in six months, he was too busy banging that slut next door." 

"That's nice to know, Mrs Johnson, I guess I've made up for all those years dreaming about you!"

"Call me Pamela, it's a bit late to call me Mrs Johnson, you've already fucked me five times!" 

Pamela smiled and her face lit up and her eyes sparkled.

"I always thought you were the most beautiful mom in our street, now you are the most gorgeous woman I've ever met and I want to fuck you all night long." 

"After we've washed up!" she giggled.

Pamela stood up and started clearing the dishes over to the sink, as she did her towel fell away leaving her naked, "pick that up for me would you Robert?" 

I got up and picked up the towel and collected the rest of the dishes and took them to the sink. Pamela started running water into the sink, her back turned to me so I can watch as she wiggles her ass at me, she is sooo hot!




Last Dance



I can feel my cock stirring, so I walk over to Pamela at the sink and put my arms around her, cupping her heavy breasts in my hands and kissing the nape of her neck. She shivers but doesn't pull away.

"Stop it Robert, I'm trying to wash up!" 

But there is no conviction in her voice. Instead I can hear low moans coming from her open mouth, I pull her head back and plant a kiss on her lips and whisper in her ear "I'm going to fuck you here, in front of the sink." 

I rub my stiffening cock up and down the crack of Pamela's ass, making her gasp "ooooh!" My hands caress her huge tits, making the nipples stand out and making her gasp and pant with excitement. 

"Oh fuck Robert you are turning me on again, I'm getting hot and wet, I want you to fuck me hard right now!"

Pamela reaches down and grasps my now rigid cock and guides it to her pussy, with one thrust I slide all the way in.

"Oh fuck Robert you are so hard, fuck me like an animal, make me scream and shout like a slut as you shoot your hot cum inside me!" 

"Grab onto the sink, it's going to be a hard ride." 

I start to thrust back and forth, my balls slapping against Pamela's ass hard and fast, with no attempt at tenderness, just like in the shower. I reach forward and take her firm tits into my hands, squeezing the nipples between thumb and forefingers, making her cry out with the sudden pain. 

"Ohhh yesss pinch my nipples hard until I come!" she gasps.

My cock is plunging deep into Pamela's pussy, and I can feel it bottoming out against her cervix. 

"Fuck Pam, your pussy is milking me just like your mouth; I don't think I can hold on much longer!"

"Then don't" she gasps, "give me all your hot cum NOW!" she screams, pushing her ass back hard against me, trying to swallow every inch of my cock. 

I haven't seen her like this tonight; Pamela is like an animal with only one thought, to mate with the biggest cock she can find! 

"Fuck me harder Robert, make my tits bounce" I thrust harder and sure enough those big firm mounds start to shimmy and shake.

I can hear her hot sweaty ass slapping against my crotch as I thrust into her.

As I shoot my load into her, Pamela screams at the top of her voice "fill me with your hot cum until I can't take any more and it runs out of my pussy and down my legs!" 

I do, giving her a huge cream pie; I can feel it trickling out of her pussy and down my cock to my balls. 

"OHHH FUCKK, OHHH YESSS!" Pamela groans as she feels my cum squirting up her pussy, then trickling down her legs. I pull my cock out with an audible "pop," Pamela turns round and takes hold of it, bending forward she takes it into her mouth and sucks it clean. 

"Mmmm," she murmurs, licking off the last of my cum, "one last fuck and then I've got to go!" 

She takes hold of my cock and leads me to the rug in front of the fire, the fire has burned down, but it is still putting out quite a lot of heat. Pamela lies on her back; legs spread apart, her smooth pussy exposed, still with her hand wrapped around my cock. 

She pulls me on top of her, guiding my throbbing cock up her pussy, "aaahhh" she groans, "that's better," as she feels me penetrate her deeply, "now fuck me hard and fill my belly with your cum one last time!"

I begin to thrust my hard cock in and out, feeling my cum and Pamela's juices coating it, making it slide easier. Pamela wrapped her legs around my ass, preventing me from escaping the clutches of her hungry pussy. 

"Oh yesss just like that!" she groaned, as I thrust in and out, my ass a blur. "Ohhh fuck,ohhh yesss, fill my belly with your hot cum" Pamela moaned, at that my balls tightened and my cock jumped inside her, delivering one last load. I collapsed on top of Pamela, both of us panting with the exertions of the fuck, we lay there for a while, eventually she got up, "I have to be going, I told my daughter I wouldn't be too late!" 

Pamela didn't bother with underwear or stockings, she just put on her dress and shoes and put the rest in her bag. "Tonight was wonderful," she said, "maybe we can get together sometime; I'd like a repeat performance!" 

"Sure" I said, "why not?" I got up and kissed her goodbye. "I'll phone you" I said, that was the last I saw of Pamela for six months!

EPILOGUE

I bumped into Pamela six months later, or rather SHE bumped into me! Her belly was swollen; she looked like she was having triplets! 

"Hello" I said, "who's the lucky guy?" 

Pamela smiled, "you!" 

"What do you mean; I thought you said it was safe?" I spluttered.

"I must have got my dates wrong, besides you filled me with enough cum to impregnate TEN women!" "Let's sit down and have a coffee, there's a lot to talk about!" 

We went to a nearby coffee-shop and ordered two skinny lattes, "Where have you been, I waited for you to call" Pamela said.

"I'm sorry, I said, just after that night my firm moved me away to another office." "There wasn't time to let you know!" 

"Are you back now?" Pamela asked.

"Yes" I said, "I just moved back a few days ago."

"Come for dinner" she said, "its lasagne tonight, I always make too much!"

"I'll be there at 7.30 I said, kissing Pamela on the cheek. I bought a bottle of red wine and presented myself on Pamela's doorstep at 7.30 precisely, she opened the door wearing a housecoat, "it's the only thing that fits me" she laughed.

Her daughter Mary was out, so there was just the two of us, Pamela was right, she DID make too much! 

"I'll freeze the rest if Mary doesn't want any!"

We talked as we ate, Pamela told me she found out she was pregnant two weeks after I had left, I told her that my firm sent me to another office with only a couple of days notice.

After dinner, and after we had washed up, we sat on the sofa, Pamela put her head on my shoulder and we kissed.

"Stay the night" she asked. What could I say?

We went upstairs and made love (carefully) all night. 

In the morning Pamela made breakfast, as we ate, she asked, "have you got anywhere to live yet?" 

"No I said, I'm staying in a hotel until I find an apartment," 

Pamela said, "Come and live here." And that is how I came to be living with the woman of my dreams and our two children and her daughter! We are very happy, but I sometimes wonder if I should have taken a chance earlier!

   THE END