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Picture This

By: Longfellow



It began when my wife started to work later in the evenings, I found myself bored with television and regular Internet surfing. I came across an online gameshow where five people would be in a room watching a TV screen. With each correct answer a portion of the screen would be removed, to reveal the picture of a celebrity. Whoever guesses the celeb quickest wins the game. There was of course the opportunity to chat to the other gamers openly and in private. Needless to say sexual innuendoes were flying around the place. 

One evening I spoke out and said, "I would love a threesome," to which the reply would be, "two women or men?" I replied, "with two women." I became a regular at this site and became familiar with some of the people who played this game. I received a private message from one woman named Tracy. In private she told me she was bisexual. I was instantly aroused just at the thought of two women together. She quizzed me on my openness the previous evening, when I revealed my threesome fantasy. She asked me what my wife had thought of my idea.

Truth is, I felt I couldn't tell my wife about it. I love her and we have a good marriage although for me our sex became a little stilted and very 'samey'. I just wished she would be more daring and adventurous. I was seeking adventure and my bisexual friend was providing me with some excitement. We exchanged numbers and were soon chatting one to one on another network with no gameshow to distract us. 

We agreed to exchange fantasy stories via chat. I was first to direct my fantasy that she admitted had left her breathless. She then replied with her fantasy and introduced in name only, her partner Nikki, which deepened my resolve to get involved with two women at the same time, outside marriage. Our online relationship grew to the point where I had to meet her. 

After months of cancellations and postponements we finally agreed to meet. She was a single mother and was happy for me to visit her at home. I disguised my trip as a business trip and tried hard to make it look genuine to my wife. The three-hour train ride seemed like an eternity. I was filled with guilt yet excitement too and a few nerves. The scenery outside changed between coastal and agricultural and from mountainous to urban as the train headed south. With every stop for new passengers the scenery inside changed too. 

The old woman opposite had changed into a rather sexy blonde, leggy, twenty something. She would frequently catch my eyes looking at her and I would quickly look away. She stirred my imagination and I was soon thinking of my rendezvous with a stranger in less than an hour from now. My cock grew large as my imagination grew wild. I wanted to visit the restaurant car but my bulge would be too obvious. The blonde was staring at me now, and I wondered why. Perhaps my expression had been changing with my thoughts and she was able to read my mind. I hoped so. 

Having exchanged photos with Tracy, spotting her was easy and with me up at six-foot seven, I was an easy find for her. She was dressed very casual with jeans ripped at the knees and butt and a brown leather jacket which complimented her flaming red hair. Her car was no show model, rust at the door edges and in need of a clean. I threw my weekend bag into the back next to the empty child seat. 

She told me that her son had been dropped of at her parents and that she would have a friend call tonight to collect a few CD's that had been left behind. I thought nothing more of it. We chatted for the whole ten minutes from the station to her place, she asked if I had managed to eat on the train to which I replied, "I didn't feel hungry." Her house was an end terraced affair in a rough part of town, where all the cars had rust on the doors and some had no wheels at all but the thieves had found charity to leave the car propped up on bricks. 

I was shown to the living room and told to sit down and watch TV if I wished, while she phoned her friend. The room was homely enough with all the items of a young mother on display. A drying rack full of baby clothes and some of her own underwear too. There was a ring from the doorbell and over the sound of the TV I heard the front door open and close. I turned the volume down with the remote control and I heard Tracy whispering with the visitor about something I couldn't make-out. Tracy brought her visitor through to meet me and introduced her as Nikki. 

I felt a stirring in my underpants similar to the feeling on the train, and very soon my cock was fully enlarged. She was as tall as Tracy and also wore ripped jeans although she had smaller breasts. Very slim and a pretty face framed with the blackest shiniest hair I had ever seen. Tracy led her upstairs presumably for the CD's. As she climbed, I watched Nikki's exquisite backside move up the staircase. I turned up the volume and continued to watch the news on TV. 

There was no good news I thought as my cock returned to normal size. There was a disease in the country killing livestock in farms or rather; man was killing the beasts with the disease. The countries tourist trade was in tatters and many businesses were going under. The women were gone for half an hour when I heard Tracy call my name from a room upstairs. It was dark at the top of the steps but a dim light shone from around the edges of the door on my right. I pushed the door forward and what I saw was making my heart race and cock hard. I floated in through the entrance and my nostrils were filled with the scent of burning musk oil. 

Ahead of me and on the bed, Nikki was tall on her knees with her head thrown back in pleasure. She was wearing a gold silk chemise and matching French knickers and a pair of heels that looked so sharp at the points, they could cut you. I stood still gazing for what seemed like minutes but was probably seconds before I was startled by a loud bang from behind me. I spun around to see Tracy, dressed in identical lingerie, locking the door and securing the bolts at the top and bottom. She then headed over to the window and threw the key into the night, closing the window and pulling the curtains closed afterwards. She was coming towards me now not smiling yet not frowning but with a businesslike look about her. She undid my trouser belt and pulled my trousers down dropping to her knees at the same time. 

She then pulled my underpants down and over my stiff cock and proceeded to take me in her warm inviting mouth. I felt myself about to come with excitement. This was my first sexual encounter outside a 12-year marriage of course I was about to cum. Tracy sensed my impending cum and squeezed hard and vice-like with her hand on my dick to delay any shooting of milk this early in the night, and it worked. She then raised an arm as if to invite me onto the bed to join Nikki. I looked over to her on the bed, head still thrown back. She was in another world now as her hands moved over her nipples and between her legs. 

I moved in behind her, she would not know I was there, she was too far-gone. I took hold of her slim waist and positioned my cock to enter her dripping pussy. I was inside her with no effort as she was just so moist. I looked over at Tracy who's grin said it all. She had already fucked Nikki whilst I was downstairs! This made me so horny and I prepared to fuck this beauty hard. I pulled out as far as the tip of my dick ready to pump her fast and then stopped. I decided to go slow and steady to save myself and so I did, and I enjoyed every bit of this ride. Tracy climbed onto the bed and positioned herself on all fours with her pussy next to Nikki's face. 

As I screwed Nikki, she was drinking from Tracy's Pussy. I looked to the walls and saw our shadows dance in the candlelight. I was enjoying this so much and wondered why I had never done this sooner. Tracy and I both continued to work on Nikki until she came. Then two of us worked Tracy over to a strong orgasm before I had my fantasy cum true. Two women doing me over was too much and I was gonna shoot my milk very soon. I was hesitant as to who should have this tasty salty semen but the girls had decided for me. They both wanted a taste and positioned their heads next to my cock and they began to pump me off. As I began to moan, their mouths opened wide like two young nesting birds. 

They extended their tongues to create a larger surface on which to capture my warm milk. I must have shot about half a pint of cum into their mouths as they slurped swallowed and licked me completely dry. Where there was some spillage from the sheer force of my cum, I watched as they licked each other's face clean. This was one sexual encounter that would make regular sex with my wife seem so tame; I decided I would work on my wife and explore her deepest fantasies when I returned home tomorrow.

Picture This



Marla was lost in her own domestically driven thoughts as she cruised her home, picking up and straightening this or that before heading out for errands, so she was jarred from her reverie when she came across Josh in the spare bedroom. "Oh, hi! I didn't know anyone else was here."

Josh turned red as a beet, right in front of her eyes. He had a stack of photographs in front of him on the bed which he was attempting to scoop up. "Uhhhhhh...Tim had class, but I didn't so I thought I'd wait for here for him. I hope that's ok?"

He struggled with the pictures as he spoke, trying to flip them over, hoping she didn't see what they were.

Smiling as she walked further into the room, extremely curious as mothers should be when it's apparent they caught someone being sneaky, she replied, "Of course it's ok. I just didn't realize I wasn't alone. You kind of scared me." Josh was her son's friend who was staying with them between apartments.

"Ummmm...what is it that you got there? Looks interesting." She thought she'd have a little fun by putting him on the spot.

Now, blushing to the tips of his ears, Josh knew he was totally busted. He knew Marla wouldn't let it drop, at least not without a couple glances at the treasure he had in his hands. She never let anyone get away with tricks like that under her roof. "Well", he said gulping and stammering while offering her the photos, "I was putting my clothes away in the dresser there and came across a box of pictures. I'm really sorry Marla. I got curious." 

That was a lie. Josh had found the box weeks before up in the closet and thinking everyone had left the house, had been perusing them.

Chagrined but amused at his curiosity, she took them but after a glance at the topmost on the pile, she recognized it for what it was and her good humor sapped away as she blanched. Oh my gosh! It was her, Marla, wearing nothing but a smile and a cowboy hat. Her husband had taken it and much more like it, decades earlier as joke and she thought she tossed them out when the kids were born. She couldn't imagine how they came to be in this room. However, that was a matter best sorted out later. At this point, it was her turn to gulp and stammer. 

Quickly, trying to regain her composure as there was nothing else she could do but play it off, she choked out, "You said these were in a box in that drawer? I thought I had thrown them away years ago." She smiled, but it was almost a grimace. She started flipping through the pile, nonchalantly as she could, trying to come up with something funny to say. 

"Boy, I wish I aged as well as these photos. They are in great shape."

"I bet you have aged well." Josh blurted.

Stunned, but not wanting to show it, she played along. "You'll never know."

"Really? Because I'd like to." Josh was grinning ear to ear, enjoying the fact that pink had begun to rise in Marla's cheeks.

She snapped back, fully recovered, "Ha! Me? You want to see how I've aged?" She thought she would call his bluff.

"Yeah I would. Wanna show me?" A broad smirk played across his handsome face. Marla tried to gauge if he was serious. She thought she had Josh all figured out in the couple months he had been staying with them. He was definitely mischievous, but the 21-year-old had always been respectful of her and her husband and grateful for their putting him up after his work hours had been cut back so much, he couldn't pay rent. This situation befuddled her. Though he often teased her and called her "Mommy", he had never gone in this direction. She didn't want to "go there" now. The implications, the consequences were too devastating to contemplate.

"Uh, no. I don't think so. Need I remind you, I'm old enough to be your mother?" She turned on her heel to leave the room, thereby cutting this potentially dangerous situation off. Josh caught her hand, stopping her.

"Yeah, I know you are, but I think you're hot, momma. I do want to see. I like how you look in your jeans. I want to see more."

"Well, we don't always get what we want now, do we?" With that she spun back around and left, taking all the pictures. Marla tried to appear cool and calm, but she was almost in a panic. She went to her room, shutting the door for privacy and headed directly to the shower to soothe her nerves. She didn't take offense at his advances. He was a horny young man and she had dealt with those in the past, but since he was so much YOUNGER, it threw her off a bit. However, she was happy with herself for finding a way to withdraw without damaging anyone's feelings.

After cleaning up, she needed to get on with her errands, which had been interrupted by the interlude with Josh. As she emerged partially dressed from her walk-in closet, she almost ran smack into him. Reflexively, she backed into the closet to put on her robe. As she did, he came up behind her, taking her shoulders and turning her around, causing her to face him.

She summoned her best mom voice. "Josh, please, I've told you no. I cannot do this." "Aw, come on mommy! It's no big deal. I saw all those pictures already. Keep your bra and panties on, like you were wearing a bathing suit. What about it?? HUH??"

Unbelievably, she found she was bargaining with herself. He was pleading with her and again, she didn't want to get rude. He had seen her naked already and if she did this, it would put the matter to rest.

"Ok. I'll drop my robe for a minute. Make your evaluation and then that's all!"

Josh flashed a big smile, "Cool, Mommy! Go for it!"

With Josh seated on her bed, Marla took a deep breath and shed her robe, leaving her standing there in her matching blue bra and panties. She averted her eyes from his eager visage. "Alright. A few seconds more, then done!"

Josh took in the wonderful sight before him. She didn't appear like she was in the pictures, not as tight nor with tits up high as the girls he had been with, but Marla was definitely a MILF. 5'4", with brown hair and blue eyes, she was very nice to look at and shapely, despite having 2 kids. "You look good, but really, I can't tell if you've aged as well as the pictures. I'll have to see more to make a fair call."

"What are you talking about? That's what you agreed to." She snagged her robe and headed into the closet in an attempt to get dressed.

"I know, but shouldn't I get the full view? Just to be accurate?" He smiled broadly, enjoying the game.

"No. This is settled. You got more than you should have seen already. I'm not happy you saw the pictures in the first place. I shouldn't have done this."

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease Marla. What's it going to hurt? It'll be our secret."

Now she was really wanting out of the house. She wasn't afraid of him, she knew he was kidding, but she didn't like that they were goofing on her getting naked for this friend of her son's. "Oh you, puleeze! Come on. I need to run my errands." Again, she continued trying to pick out some clothes to put on as quickly as possible. The truth was, as much as she hated to admit it, she was excited by this whole venture. The idea of Josh perusing her naked photos and then instead of being repulsed, that he was now in pursuit for more, was exciting. She had enjoyed letting him check her out, but she knew this was getting treacherous. She couldn't permit herself to indulge him any further, no matter how good it made her feel, nor how wet her panties got. 

Josh, seemingly aware of the conflict building in Marla, decided to push his advantage. He went to her in the closet, placed a hand on her hip and said, "I'm sorry Marla. I guess it's wrong of me to want you take your clothes off for me. I just think you're hot and I'm a dude. What can I say? I like looking at sexy naked women." 

His touch thrilled her. He had never touched her in any way before. It warmed her in places it shouldn't. She had always kept her emotional distance with Tim's friends to ward off any sexual thoughts, many of them handsome young men like Josh. Slender, though muscular, 6 feet tall, with brown hair and bright blue eyes, he was a looker and very charming.

Her silence gave her away. Josh knew his objective was in sight. "I'll drop it. Can I have a hug?"

Gratefully, she spun around to hug him and send him on his way, but once in his arms, it was a fate accompli. Josh's hand slid down to her bottom and squeezed. Horribly, shockingly, Marla almost came. This was so taboo. So illicit. Her emotions were out of control as she responded to him like a woman, feeling her heart beating in her pussy, rather than the surrogate mom she had become.

Pulling her in closer, he gently applied more pressure to her butt, but his time his fingers meandered deeply between the cleft of her cheeks, brushing the back side of her pussy through her panties. She smelled so sweet and clean and he was sure he could detect something of her natural feminine perfume as well.

Though she was a woman more than old enough to be his own mother, he had been attracted to her since he first came to this house. Josh wanted more than to see Marla in all her glory and had always hoped to have more than just a peek since he had come across her pictorial "spread". Earlier, believing he was alone, he had taken the pile out for some spank time. Whenever she was out, if he had the opportunity, like when Tim was at school, showering or occupied, he often went through Marla's hamper to find articles of her clothing to sniff. Her shirts and of course her panties were his favorites. Looking down at her, astonished this moment had finally arrived, he kissed her, but not too tenderly as his lust was great, making an animal of him. He wanted to devour her making a full meal to sate his appetite. For her part, Marla responded, much to his delight and her surprise, with equal ardor.

While she had shunned thinking of Josh in un-motherly ways in his presence, alone in her room, she had recently taken to masturbating to thoughts of Josh; kissing him, having him lick her pussy or his mounting her to fuck her with his hard young cock. To find herself in this position was almost emotionally devastating and more than she could handle.

Neither of them had any idea of how complicit each of them were in creating this circumstance. 

Josh's need was such that he had to get her into her bed as fast as possible. Not wanting to let her go for even a second, for fear she would leave, he picked her up from her waist and was amazed that she wrapped her legs around him. Carrying her out to the bed, he laid her down, all the while sustaining the kiss but releasing it once she was safely tucked under him. He wanted to do everything with her and to her, but time was limited. Tim would be back shortly. He wanted to fuck first and foremost, his dick had a screaming hard on, however, he couldn't deny himself a small taste of her cunt. He shimmied down to kneel between her legs; roughly yanking her panties down, taking notice of the dampness in the crotch. He almost forgot, he had to get her bra off too and he wasn't disappointed as her tits were set free from their lacy restraint. They were like in the photograph, only a little fuller and not so firm. He was going to suck them before he was done, but her pink, delectable clit was first. He plunged into Marla with all the passion and eagerness of the twenty-one-year-old male he was. No preliminaries, only heat and hunger. She was as sweet as he knew she'd be from his experience with her underwear, but there was also a tang to her abundant juices. He lapped at her slippery rose colored crevasse over and again, straining to obtain as much as he could of her essence, savoring every aspect of the experience; aroma, texture, taste.

He began this, only thinking of himself, but as he found himself now in the vice grip of Marla's legs, he had to make her cum. It was imperative to him to see, what he could see of her face in rapture. To hear the sounds of pleasure she might issue.

From the instant Josh smashed his lips against hers, Marla felt his pure raw desire. She felt as though she were being consumed and the descriptive term "eating pussy", was extremely accurate. Though, it was not the first time she had felt like a meal during sex. He reminded her of another sexual partner of hers. 

His technique was crude, but effective. Elation filled Marla as her impending climax built. This was superior than everything she had ever fantasized about Josh and now she was living it out, rhythmically pushing her hips at his tongue, as though she was fucking his cock. She sped up as her orgasm approached, slamming at him as hard as she could, while grasping his hair in her hands; holding his head, almost still, until it hit her, she came in shattering convulsions and shrieks of frenzied passion. 

Josh, clamped his arms around her thighs, committed to sucking and extracting not only every drop of nectar flowing from her, but to see her completely through her ecstasy. He wanted her, more than any other woman/girl he had ever had, to think of him as a good lover. He hung onto her until the last little tremor coursed through her body. Letting go, he took a few more swipes at her gleaming wet beauty before he popped back up on his knees. He studied her cheeks flush with passion, her eyes dancing and a sheen on her forehead. He was satisfied with what he perceived to be satisfaction on Marla's face. He had never seen her like this. She literally glowed; she was pink with emotion. It stirred him, to think he had brought that about.

Without preface or prelude, he nudged her legs wider, leaned down to kiss her and rammed his almost splitting cock all the way to the hilt, into what was the volcanic heat of her pussy. The feeling was so exquisite; he almost shot his load right then. He had to stop, thinking hard, focusing so as not bring this to conclusion before it really began. He exhaled a few breaths to regain his composure.

Marla, held still as Josh was clearly near exploding in her. She didn't want him to cum that quickly. She knew he could give her one hell of a fuck and she desperately needed it, but she also didn't want him to feel embarrassed if he did. She sighed her relief as he withdrew and began to pound into her cunt like he would split her in two, riding up high, sawing against her clit with every stroke, swiftly opening her floodgates in minutes. Writhing under him, as much as she could as he had her almost pinned down under his hips, almost shouting her exultation as her body was wracked with spasms. 

Josh didn't let up either. He kept at her, to her great delight, surfing on one wave of bliss onto the next. His young face above her was the picture of determination. She clung to his strong shoulders and arms to keep her head from glancing off the head board as his rock solid member banged and slid through the slick velvet walls of her pussy. She loved having this young man, the age of her son, taking his pleasure in her. The tension changed in his body, Marla knew Josh wouldn't hold out much longer. She rocked back up onto him, desiring to be as good to him as he had been to her. In so doing, she would peak again but she wanted to with him. Though at this point, she was almost outside her own body as each successive orgasm was stronger than its predecessor. Her mind and body, were overwhelmed with stimulation.

Through the haze of all encompassing sensation, she felt him slam into her, stop then shove once more, deeply as he could. Cock pressing against her cervix, she could feel every spurt as his hot semen shot several long spurts far into her womb. His voice harsh as he exclaimed, "Oh Marla! Oh Mommy! Yeah...." Hearing those words, she announced, in great gasps of breath the cresting of her own fervor. 

"Yes please honey, give it all to me!"

She was close to losing consciousness. 

He ground into her once his first emissions had subsided but she could tell his dick was still sending errant seeds into her. Some of it was already beginning to leak out along with her own satiny juices. How she longed to taste their combined fluids. She really wanted to suck his cock to completion but was sure they didn't have time.

He collapsed on her, hips still moving in and out in short strokes. Marla laid there thinking under the delicious pressure of his weight on her. They lacked the time for her to blow him, but she needed one last thing before they separated. She ventured to ask him. 

"Josh. Josh honey. I need something more from you before we are done."

"I'd do anything for you Marla. What do you want Mommy?"

She was embarrassed now that she had said anything, but she had to have this. She ached for it. In a whisper she told him, "Please, please, suck my tits, if the idea doesn't revolt you."

Lifting his head up to gaze into her eyes, smiling, "Try to stop me." 

He cupped her right breast in his hand and clamped down with his mouth, taking in all of her areola and sucked. Marla flew right over the edge and came again. The feeling was indescribable. It hit her in her pussy, like it had when she was a nursing mother. It always brought about orgasms or near orgasms. She had gone this far, she thought she should go the rest of the way with Josh.

"If you suck and let go and suck and let go, I know there is milk, if you would like that."

He stopped and grinned then went to work on her, taking long draws, over and over. She knew he was successful when she felt the let-down and he ceased to suck as the milk flowed into his mouth. He looked up again at her. Eyes closed, she was in her nirvana.

Breast milk; what a gift it was that she could still bring it forth, having only discovered in the last few months, that it was possible. It only took proper stimulation, the doctor had assured her, with an amused look on his face. That mattered not as she enjoyed his hungry mouth supping at her. Marla knew now that the die was cast and that, as it had happened before with another young man, she was hooked on this young man and his hard cock. Closing her eyes she allowed him to nurse and finger her soaked pussy for a few more moments before gently urging him away promising more later.



Picture This



Most of the time, Anna absolutely loved her job. Unfortunately, it wasn't turning out to be one of her better days.

Restraining herself from slamming down the phone, she took a deep breath and counted to ten. Then she counted to ten again.

Everyone knew that not all the clients would be satisfied all the time. It's just that Sam Davis was the crushed walnuts on her fudgy, chocolaty brownie.

And she was allergic to walnuts.

She had always loved photography and writing. Her blog, Picture This, was a way to combine both interests. A couple of writing sites gave her an additional outlet for her creative short stories. It was the photography that was getting her down that day.

In order to supplement the income she received from her free-lance work, she had set up shop as a portrait photographer and sometimes took on work for weddings and anniversary parties. Sam Davis hired her for his daughter's wedding and gave new meaning to the phrase, "doting father."

"Son of a bitch," she muttered through clenched teeth.

Apparently, Davis wasn't happy with the proofs from his little honey's dream wedding and insisted Anna either re-shoot everything, at her cost, or re-touch everything again. "If I'm paying for my apple dumpling to have the fairy-tale wedding of her dreams, she'd better have the pictures to prove it," he had sworn over the phone.

It wasn't her fault his little "apple dumpling" had absolutely no fashion sense and had chosen a dress which made her look as though she were wearing sausage casing. Not to say the young bride was overweight; she had simply purchased a dress that was two sizes too small, and didn't care. "I'm a photographer, not a miracle worker or animator with Disney," was what she had wanted to tell the irate father.

She had to get out of the studio.

Within ten minutes, she was on her bike and pedaling toward the dance studio run by her friend, Julie.

"Hon, what's the problem? You look like someone beat on you with a cheap bitch-stick."

"You could say that," Anna grumbled as she hugged her friend. "Are there any classes going on right now?"

"If you tell me about it, I'll let you have the small studio in back for half an hour."

With a slightly over-dramatic sigh, Anna told her friend about the three stories, architecture project and two toddlers who had to be pushed back so that she could deal with an irate father of the bride. "I came here because this asshole's got me so stressed out. I have to get some of this worked off."

"Wait a minute, I'm confused about something. What do you mean all these other things got pushed back? Are you seriously missing out on work because of this guy?"

"No, I'm not losing any jobs over this." She paused to take a drink from her water bottle. "It's more that I had things to do on each on these, and Mr. Davis' call just fucked my schedule three ways to Tuesday."

"And you decided to come here to dance?" Julie teased her friend, knowing she needed the boost. She didn't normally swear as much as she was.

Anna laughed. "Yeah, as a matter of fact, I want to dance. Do you have a problem with that?"

"You know the way."

Once she was in the small studio, she pulled out the old cassette she still relied on for some of her more rigorous dancing. Thankfully, her ride to the studio had stretched and warmed her muscles sufficiently, so it wasn't long before she was able to work up a good sweat from writhing about the dance floor.

As the final song finished, she heard an amused voice tell her, "Oh my god, you need to get laid in the worst way."

"Mmm, I can only hope," she teased, not even looking at Julie.

The two women sat on the floor to go through their stretching and cooling exercises. They talked about Anna's work troubles and Julie's boyfriend issues, trying to help each other make light of each other's situation. When they were finished stretching, Julie offered Anna the use of the studio shower.

"That sounds great, but I'm on my bike today, so I'd just have to shower again."

"Are you feeling any better?"

"Yeah, Jules, I actually am," she sighed, smiling. "Thanks for letting me use your place."

"Oh, try harder to convince me." Julie laughed at her friend and added, "C'mon, we're going out tonight."

Anna laughed and agreed to dinner, drinks and lots of talk.

With a seriously reduced stress level, she headed back to her apartment to clean up a few stories and update her blog. It might be an accepted practice among some bloggers, but she didn't like venting that way. Not knowing who was reading her words, she preferred finding more physical ways to release stress, hence the bicycling and dancing.

"Honey, I'm home," she called to her empty apartment as she opened the door. It amused her, what could she say?

After removing her shoes, she headed over to her work nook and turned on the computer. She busied herself with putting a few things away while the computer warmed up. When she was ready, she returned to her table and went online, only to find she'd been hacked.

"Shit."

She reached for the phone and hit auto-dial as she walked into the kitchen for a glass of water.

"Hello?"

The deep, masculine voice at the other end of the line thrilled her every time she heard it.

"Hi, Brad. It's Anna."

"Hey there, sexy lady. How's my favorite redhead today?"

She knew Brad through her previous office job. She'd been working in public relations in a state-level politician's local office, and he was head of the IT team the office had contracted with for all their computer and internet needs. They'd enjoyed a professional yet mildly flirtatious relationship, and when she finally left to set up shop for herself, he had slipped her his phone number if she ever needed tech help.

Somehow, she knew that wasn't all he'd meant, but so far that was where things had stayed. Sure they still flirted; they just hadn't been able to find any common time to take the flirtation any further.

"Oh, this and that," she sighed. "I hate to bother you with a computer problem at the end of the day. I just have too much work to do to let it wait."

"Where are you at?"

"I'm at home, but..." 

"Are you still in those little apartments off D Street?"

She was surprised at the question.

His laugh warmed her deep in her belly. "Don't worry, Anna. I actually live pretty close to you. When do you need me to take a look?"

Ignoring the desire to respond with, 'What would you like to see?' she laughed with him. "As long as you give me 20 minutes to shower and change, I'll be happy to see you whenever you get here."

"I've got a few things to shut down at the office, so don't expect me for at least another half hour."

"Thanks," she sighed gratefully. "I really appreciate it."

They hung up, and she made her way to the shower. Washing away the stress of her day and the sweat from her work-out, she found herself thinking of the tall, blond man. She could remember watching his hands as they tapped across her keyboard when they worked together. Standing in the shower, she wondered what they would feel like moving across her body.

It didn't help that she'd had an incredibly erotic dream that happened to feature Brad the previous night.

~

"I don't know about you," she murmured as she played with the water, "but I've had it with this cold weather."

Anna leaned back against Brad's chest as they shared the warmth of the bath.

"Why are we here again?" he teased.

"We're here to warm up, silly."

"Ah, that's right."

He reached for her bath sponge and squirted a healthy amount of her favorite vanilla-scented bath gel on it. Making sure he worked it in well, he drew the soapy sponge up her arm. He pressed her forward just enough to draw the sponge across her back before wrapping his arm around her body to run the mass of rich bubbles over her chest and belly.

Once he felt she was sufficiently lathered up, he dropped the sponge into the water in order to wash her by hand. His touch was gentle as his palms moved in small circles on their way up her slender torso. She leaned back smearing the soft soap on his chest, giggling as she did.

"We have to make sure you're clean too."

"Don't worry about me, gorgeous."

He kept his hands moving slowly upward until he reached just below her breasts. When he felt her exhale, pressing her body against his, he allowed himself to cup his hands around the undersides of his goal.

Anna sighed, relaxing into his chest and laying her head back on his shoulder as his large hands caressed her breasts, massaging them gently before slowly circling her nipples. As she twisted her head around to kiss him, he took advantage of her divided attentions and lightly pinched her stiffening nipples, causing her to squeal into his mouth.

She started rocking against him, gasping under his touch. Brad allowed one hand to trace its way down her body, to between her legs, where his long, thick fingers explored the smooth skin of her outer lips, up and down, up and down. She could feel his cock pressing lightly into her lower back, and she reached around to caress it, wanting to make him feel as crazy as he was making her.

When her fingers took hold of him, he moved his other hand down and began tracing his fingers along the soft, smooth skin on each side of her pussy. As he briefly slid a finger over her lips, he noticed they were already becoming very wet with their own moisture. He continued lightly tracing her inner thighs while his thumbs took turns brushing over her clit.

"Your hands feel so good," she murmured, still playing with his stiffening cock.

In response, he leaned down to nibble on her shoulder, then up to the junction of her shoulder and neck.

They both became frustrated by the tub. Even though it was wider than average, it still didn't seem to allow them to move as much as they wanted to. Anna reached for the stopper as they carefully got up, dried each other off a little and moved into the bedroom.

Brad lifted her onto the bed, and when he joined her they lay on their sides, kissing and letting their hands continue exploring. She sighed into his mouth as he pulled her body to his with one hand at the small of her back and caressed her breast with the other. He drew her leg over his hip, causing her to move her hand up his side. His hand moved along the back of her thigh, up and down, and as he kissed his way to her breasts, his hand came back up to explore the slickness of her pussy.

Anna slid a hand between them, tracing the tips of her fingers through his pubic hair, gently tugging at the soft curls before reaching down to carefully grasp his cock. She stroked then teased him by lightly yet firmly tapping her fingers individually against his incredibly hard shaft, making him moan against her breast.

He rolled her to her back, and as she spread her legs for him, Brad took hold of his cock, guiding it to her slit. She was so open, so ready for him, and he was so hard that he slid easily into her welcoming depths, causing them both to gasp at the sensation.

With each stroke he took, it felt to her as if his cock was becoming thicker than it already was. Suddenly, he pulled out and got up to stand at the side of the bed.

"No, don't! What are you doing?" she nearly cried at the loss. "You felt so good inside me."

"Patience, lover," he murmured, "always remember, patience."

There was a wicked grin on his face as he pulled her to him so she was lying with her legs over the edge of the bed. He reached down, taking her legs in his hands, and he slowly moved each one up along his torso until her ankles were resting on his shoulders.

"Oh god, Brad, what are you doing?" she breathed.

She wondered what he was going to do next. The way he had her legs up, she knew she was presenting a much narrower target, and was a little worried how he was going to feel once he was inside her again.

He stood gazing down at her, and before she could form a coherent thought, Brad had thrust inside her again. God, he felt incredible. The position he had her in made her pussy even tighter around his cock, and it was as if they could both feel every inch; each change in texture of the other. Feelings had intensified for them both, and as he drove his hips against her, they both felt the beginnings of an amazing orgasm.

She reached down, taking hold of his hips and pulling him to her. He had been caressing her legs, but when she touched him, he slid his hands to her waist. They were both moaning, calling to the other when she felt him release deep inside her.

He pressed into her a few more times, brushing a fingertip over her clit at the same time, sending her over the edge. Her pussy went into spasms around his cock, wanting all of him.

Shuddering, Anna could no longer hold her legs up, so she allowed them to drift down his body. He very carefully crawled onto the bed, resting on top of her, his upper thighs, cock, and lower belly soaked in her juices. They lay together shaking, kissing, caressing. He remained inside her as long as he could, while they both enjoyed the feel of their bodies connecting so intimately.

Eventually, they had to rearrange themselves on the bed. Brad drew the warm covers over their bodies, and they snuggled close, gently touching the other and speaking tender words of endearment. 

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With a soft moan, she drew her hands up her sides to cup her soapy breasts. Feeling their weight as she let the water fall on her skin, she whispered his name. With a quick shake of her head, she stepped back out of the reverie. "If I ever manage to buy a house," she mused, "I'll have to make sure it has a large tub like the one I dreamed of. I'm pretty sure we wouldn't both fit in here." Laughing at the thought, she also found herself wondering if the shower at Brad's place was any larger than hers.

Quickly finishing her shower, she dried off and toweled her hair before wandering into her bedroom to dress. She slipped into a lightweight t-shirt and a pair of snug capris, finally relaxed enough to update her blog. Well, once her computer was de-bugged.

Her damp hair sat on her shoulders as she walked to the kitchen. Dancing was a great way to reduce her stress and frustrations with stupid clients -- 'Damn that Davis, anyway!' - however, it had done little to dampen her desire for a nut-free brownie. Dinner would come first though, and maybe she could convince Brad to stay and eat with her.

Then memory kicked in. She had already made plans with Julie for dinner that night. Given her friend's comment about how desperately she needed to get laid, she was pretty sure a postponement would be forgiven this time.

Reaching for the phone, she dialed Julie's number as she looked over the contents of her refrigerator. At the sound of her friend's voice, she went into apology mode.

"Jules, I'm really sorry about this. I'm going to have to reschedule."

"This better be good." At least she sounded amused.

"Well, when I got home, I logged on to update my blog but found out someone else wanted to screw with my day."

She pulled some beef strips, broccoli, onions and peppers out of the fridge while talking. A stir-fry would be easy to make, and if he couldn't stay for dinner, the leftovers would be fine the next day.

"That sucks, Anna! Is there anything you can do about it?"

"I called Brad, and he's on his way over to see if he can fix it for me."

Her friend laughed long and hard at that. "In other words, you're finally listening to my advice."

"Come on, Jules, be serious. I called him about my computer, not about any need I may or may not have to get laid," she laughed into the phone, stressing the words 'may not'. "Of course, if he wants to help with that as well...."

Both women laughed as Anna let the thought lie. They continued their conversation while she started a pot of rice, chopped the vegetables and prepared a frying pan for the beef.

After hanging up the phone, she went through the kitchen and gathered plates, silverware and glasses. Leaving them on the counter, just in case Brad had already made other plans for dinner, she checked the time. 'He'll probably be here in another five minutes,' she thought.

Suddenly there was a knock and his voice at the door.

"Come in, the door's open," she laughed.

"Am I missing out on the joke?" he asked, a wry grin flickering over his lips.

She giggled again. "No, it's mostly on me, to tell the truth." She held the door for him as he brought in his gear. "I was just thinking that you were still a bit out when you knocked."

"I see," he chuckled fondly. "Well, where's my patient?"

"Getting right to business?" she teased.

"Yeah," he paused. "I figured you'd have plans tonight and would want to get going with your evening."

Anna smiled warmly at him. "No, I didn't really have any plans, other than a little blogging and maybe re-fixing the Davis wedding pictures... again."

Her grimace at that was eloquent. Still, he couldn't help but wonder at her choice of words. "What do you mean by 'again'?"

She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Haven't I told you about this guy? He's being a real sweetheart." The sarcasm in her tone couldn't have been more obvious. When Brad laughed, shaking his head, she suggested, "Look, if you like, you're more than welcome to have dinner with me tonight and I'll tell you all about my Client from Hell."

"Sounds like a great plan to me," he agreed. "Show me the computer and I'll have an idea how long it'll take me."

Walking into her small, highly organized office, she entered her password to open the computer and let Brad do his looking around. When he decided it would be a fairly easy job, she returned to the kitchen to start the beef and veggies for the stir-fry.

"Hey, Anna, not that it's really any of my business, but why don't you keep your computer in your bedroom?"

She laughed over the sound of sizzling beef. "I don't like the idea of having my work in my sleeping area. When I'm in bed, the last thing I want is to think about work."

He nodded in agreement, knowing she couldn't see him. Her second bedroom might be tiny, but if it worked for her as an office, he wasn't going to suggest anything else. He needed more room to work in, but she seemed to manage just fine, balancing her photography, her writing and the blog in the small space.

Finally, he had found her invader and cleaned it out. "Hey, Anna," he called. "When you're ready, I'll give you some better ideas for more secure passwords." He walked out of her workspace to find she had set the table and was in the process of putting their food out as well.

"I need a stronger password?" she asked as she scooped rice onto the plates. "I thought I had a good one."

"You were hacked. It wasn't a very thorough job, but it was enough." He asked directions and was pointed in the direction of the bathroom. When he returned, he told her, "I don't think they got anything serious. Fortunately, you don't keep any of the personal information they need for identity theft on your blog, but you were hacked."

As they sat down to dinner, he proceeded to tell her about some of the security measures he'd installed for her and some of the new projects he was dealing with at his job. She told him about trying to please Sam Davis and his crazy daughter.

"Anna, this guy sounds even more special than you said before," he laughed. "His daughter seriously wore such an ugly dress?"

"Oh, it was worse than that," she agreed, laughing with him. She had missed the sound of his laughter. "Here, let me show you what I mean."

They stood, clearing the dinner dishes from the table and piling them next to the sink. Taking his hand, she led him back to her office, where she pulled up the Davis wedding pictures. He couldn't believe such an otherwise attractive brunette would willingly submit herself to wearing a dress, let alone a wedding dress, that was two sizes too small, but there she was. In living color, and black and white, Anna had proof of one of the ugliest wedding dresses ever worn.




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"And this guy thinks you can make his daughter look like a cover model?"

"I'm not saying she isn't pretty, she is," she stated. "There's just nothing I can do about how she looks in that dress."

"Maybe you could make everyone else look worse," he laughed.

She laughingly slapped his upper arm as she closed the album and quickly changed the password for her blog before shutting the computer back down. As they walked into the living room and sat on her small sofa, Brad asked, "So, what were you going to do before you had this emergency of yours?"

"I don't know if you remember my friend, Julie. I was going to have dinner with her."

"That little blonde you would meet for lunch sometimes?"

"Yeah, she was going to take me for drinks and commiserate with me about these wedding pictures."

"And I interrupted that?"

"No," she smiled shyly at him. "My hacker interrupted that; you're here to rescue me."

He moved a little closer, placing his arm on the back of the sofa. "That sounds like more fun for me anyway."

"Would you like anything else?" she asked quietly. "I've got coffee and water, or I've also got a nice red wine in the kitchen, if you'd prefer that."

"Water sounds great," Brad was amused by her question. "The wine sounds good too, if it's dry."

"It is." She stood and went to the kitchen. Her voice came through clearly as she asked, "What were you starting to tell me about at dinner with your team? One of them flaked on you with half the instructions on a project?"

He chuckled to himself as he started to recount the story. When she returned with two wine glasses and two small glasses of water, he had nearly finished. She sat, and they sipped at the wine while he told her about having to dress down one of his team members.

"It's probably a good thing for him that my bark is worse than my bite," he concluded.

Slightly raising one eyebrow, she looked at him over the rim of her wine glass. "Really, Brad? I think I'm disappointed." Taking another sip of her wine, she added, "I'd kind of hoped you might be a biter."

He reached over, taking her glass and setting it along with his on the table in front of them. "Well," he murmured, pulling her into his arms, "for you, maybe I could be."

They smiled at each other as he drew her in and gently nipped at her bottom lip. As she gasped in pleased surprise, he pressed his lips to hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, relaxing into the kiss and using her tongue to caress his.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he breathed into her hair after breaking the kiss to nuzzle her ear.

"Why would you have to wait?" she wondered, nibbling on his earlobe. "It isn't like the door wasn't always open, given how much we used to flirt whenever you would stop by my office."

Pulling back slightly, Brad cupped her face in his hands and leaned in, resting his forehead against hers. "I know, I know," he sighed. "I guess I was just never sure where you stood on things."

She brushed a hand over his short hair, ready to let him set the pace for whatever he wanted to happen. "What do you mean by that?"

"I'm not sure." He allowed one hand to paint a light, gentle line down her face and neck to her shoulder. "I guess I never thought you'd really be all that interested in me... that you were only flirting with me...."

"Because I wanted you to fix my computer?" she asked with a tone of hurt apparent in her voice.

He moved away from her, ashamed. "Anna, I'm sorry. I'm just a shy, quiet guy, and I'm not used to having beautiful women like you showing any interest in me. I'll go now, if you want me to." Looking into her soft, green eyes, he hoped she'd ask him to stay.

"Wait," she whispered. "I want to know one thing."

He turned to her, hopefully.

"If you thought I was flirting with you to get you to bump my computer up on your priority list, then why did you flirt back?" Her eyes gazed into his, searching for an explanation.

Blushing a little like a boy who'd been caught looking too longingly at the cookie jar, he shrugged slightly. "It felt like the thing to do. You flirt so well, I just tried to keep up with you."

She laughed gently, not wanting to hurt his feelings. "For a man who claims to be shy, you did more than just keep up with me. You flirt like a champ." Slowly walking toward him, she added, "Besides, if you're so shy, how is it that you started kissing me so easily and so very well just now?"

His head snapped up at that. "Like I said, it felt right to me, and I really had to, you know? I mean, you dared me."

"I did?"

"Yeah, you did, with your comment about biting? If that wasn't a dare, I don't know what else it could've been."

"Hmm," she purred, running a hand up his torso to rest on the middle of his chest, "you respond to dares, is that it?" She reached up to take a light nip at his chin. "Let's see how you deal with this."

As he watched her curiously, she turned and gently pressed her ass against him, using it to trace a painfully slow circle. With her hips virtually singing, she moved to the middle of the small room before facing him again. "You need to be dared?" she questioned him, her voice soft and teasing in its tone. Pulling off her light t-shirt, she whispered, "I dare you." Shimmying out of her snug capris, she stood before him fully nude and breathed, "I double dare you."

Brad was stunned. He'd dreamt of this woman as long as he'd known her, and here she was standing in front of him naked, completely unembarrassed. When she'd pressed against him earlier, he was amazed that he hadn't taken hold of her dancing hips while his cock twitched under her motions.

For a moment, time seemed to stop. He knew the image of Anna standing before him would be engraved in his memory, if not on his heart. Her red hair flowing around her shoulders, her full breasts with their beautiful nipples standing proudly on her chest, her thighs creating a perfect frame for the pussy he knew would welcome him with a warm, wet embrace.

He took two steps toward her then fell forward to his knees, ending up at her feet. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he pressed his cheek to her belly, breathing in her scent.

Somewhat surprised by his actions, she closed her eyes as she gently placed her hands on his head. She found herself almost fighting to remain calm, not wanting to scare him off.

"Is this just a dream?" he whispered, still kneeling before her, pressing his lips to her belly. "If this is another dream, please, don't ever wake me."

"If it's a dream, we're having the same one," she murmured in response. "I don't want to wake up either."

Somehow, that strengthened him. Rising slowly to his feet, he left one arm around her upper thighs, at that magical junction of thigh and soft ass, and wrapped the other around her waist. He lifted her in his arms, carried her to the sofa and gently laid her on it.

Allowing him to set the pace, Anna lay back as he knelt at her side to tenderly kiss her. When he stood to undress, she propped herself on her elbows wanting to see as he bared himself. Recognizing what she was doing, he was nervous, yet the look in her eyes was open and pure. His insecurities about his body vanished under her loving gaze.

He took a deep breath and returned to her side. Afraid to speak, still half-convinced it was all a dream, he reached out to caress her neck, breasts and belly before joining her on the sofa. Slowly, so slowly, he stretched himself out to lie with her, covering her slender frame with his heavier body as he ran a hand between her breasts, down her torso, to finally cup her pussy.

Her gasp as he slid two fingers through her wet folds, sinking one of them into her waiting hole, was music to his ears. They lay on the sofa, sharing tender caresses and gentle kisses, before he finally couldn't bear it any longer. Still half convinced this was all a dream and he was going to wake up soon anyway, he adjusted his body to fit between her gorgeous, long legs.

As in so many of his dreams, her waiting pussy was pure molten bliss as he slowly pressed his cock in. Fully seated, he held himself still, wanting to savor her warmth for that first moment.

When he started moving again, he whispered something, but Anna couldn't hear him over the roaring in her ears. The feel of his cock buried within her... his hands roaming her skin... his mouth, alternately kissing then biting at her, it was all incredible. She raised her legs and wrapped her smooth thighs around his hips, pulling him more deeply into her well.

They lost all sense of time as they lay, quietly touching, kissing and nibbling wherever they could reach. All the while, their hips moved in marvelous synchronization. Neither spoke, yet their eyes met so frequently, words were unnecessary.

Entranced by her full breasts, Brad held one, gently massaging the underside while he traced erotic, wet circles around the rosy areola. He took her nipple into his mouth, teasing the bud with his tongue and teeth, sucking on the tightened flesh. With his hips still gently thrusting against her, it wasn't long before he heard her moans become soft whimpers.

Suddenly her hands stopped their easy roaming of his back. With one between his shoulders and the other cupping his ass, she dug her fingers into his muscles as she sharply tilted her hips to him.

"Yes, come on baby, let it go," he whispered to her. He knew she was close and wanted almost desperately to share in her release. Trying to encourage her, he pressed into her as deeply as he could, bending at the same time to kiss her.

That was all she needed. Letting go with a strangled gasp, her orgasm rolled through her body. The feeling of her pussy massaging his cock pushed him over the edge, and he erupted deep inside her.

They lay still, arms and legs tangled together. Gently nuzzling and kissing, they looked into each other's eyes, trying to make sense of everything. Finally, he reached up to brush some of her hair out of her face.

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She woke up when she felt him moving. "What are you doing?" she wondered.

He was standing in the middle of the room, leaning over to pick up some of the randomly strewn clothing that was covering her living room floor. As he bent, she traced the line of his leg up his thigh, over his ass and up to his lower back. His side view was spectacular, she decided.

Keeping his voice low, he whispered, "I was going to wake you after I was dressed."

"Okay, but what are you doing?"

"I thought I should probably leave, so I was trying to be quiet."

She sat up, puzzled. "Why do you think you need to leave, Brad?"

Pulling his boxers on, he turned to look at her, a look of mild surprise on his face. "I was going to leave so you could get some sleep. I know you have a busy day ahead of you tomorrow."

"Baby," she purred, "tomorrow's Saturday." She stood and walked toward him with a sultry sway in her hips. "I'd really much rather you stay. Besides, isn't that what you'd do if this was a dream?"

He dropped his jeans to the floor and took hold of her waist. Her body was still slightly quivering, and much warmer than the pants he'd just discarded. Leaning in as he pulled her to him, he kissed her, marveling that he wasn't actually dreaming.

She broke the kiss and took a step back. "Why don't we take this somewhere we can both be more comfortable?" Her smile was equally shy, flirtatious and radiant as she led him to her bedroom.

Once in the bed, they spent the rest of the night kissing and caressing, holding each other and making love. Broken up by periods of napping, they began a journey of discovery which included finding each other's ticklish places and learning to read those soft sighs.

Late morning found them playing again.

He pinned her hands above her head as they rolled over, giggling on her large bed. They lay still, kissing for several minutes before he rolled Anna to her belly.

"What do you think you're doing?" she murmured at him.

"I'm enjoying you."

She glanced back at him while carefully rising slightly on her forearms, delicately arching her back. "As long as you're not selfish about it," she replied, a light laugh in her tone, and she returned to her prone position.

With a slow, gentle touch he began exploring her smooth, lean body with his hands and mouth, loving the feel of her warm skin. He made his way from her ankles to her knees, where he was interrupted by pealing giggles. Once he calmed her down, he continued to her waist, where the same giggles erupted.

By the time Brad got to her neck, she was gasping and moaning under his ministrations. He reached to lick her ear, but she giggled and rolled away from him. They lay quietly for a moment before he stretched over and kissed her.

"Now it's my turn," she whispered against his mouth.

"For what?"

"To enjoy you."

"I'm not finished," he replied.

Laughing, she teased him, "You're not finished? You've been 'enjoying' me since last night." She pulled his head to hers, wanting to kiss him more. "Please, Brad, let me touch you again... let me taste you."

"I haven't heard you complain about anything I've been doing so far."

He was painting slow, light lines up and down her left side as they talked. It was amazing how natural it felt, being with her... being in her bed... after only one night. She gasped under his touch, and he knew he'd get his way.

"One of these days," she murmured, "we'll have to do something about your shocking lack of self-confidence."

He laughed as he leaned in to nuzzle her neck. She brushed a hand carelessly over his short-cropped hair. As she reached the top of his neck, he pulled back slightly. His movement allowed her to roll to him and kiss him deeply.

They lay kissing and caressing one another for several minutes. She could feel his thick cock stiffening and twitching against her. Still wanting to have her turn playing with him, she prepared to press him back to the bed. Before she could act though, he pinned her hands above her head again.

"I thought I told you I wasn't finished." With a broad smile, he took hold of her wrists in one of his large hands, skimming the other in slow circles around her belly. "I know this isn't one of your strengths, so just try to be patient, Anna."

She wriggled in mock frustration. "Fine, I'll try to be patient."

"Good, because I really don't want to have to tie you up." Her eyes lit up at the suggestion, and she flashed him a devilish grin. "Don't even say it," he said, returning her grin as he realized she was teasing him.

With her hands above her head again, he resumed his explorations of her body.

The sensations caused by his mouth and hands as they moved over her skin were electrifying. She found herself gasping and moaning in a strangely pleasured agony at his light touch, knowing that she couldn't touch him the way she wanted in return. When he reached her ankles, she bit her lip to keep from giggling.

Glancing up, he was amused to see that she was lightly squirming. He held the back of her knee and her ankle and began sucking her toes.

She shrieked, pulling her foot away from him and rolling over. Taking hold of her hips before she could get too far away, he stilled her movement. Noticing the moisture collecting along the length of her deepening pink slit, he knew she was as aroused as he was.

Brad moved to kiss her, and as he allowed one hand to roam the head of the bed, he took hold of something just out of her line of vision. "Raise your hips, please," he whispered.

"I'm not sure I want to do that."

"Please?"

Laughing softly, she murmured, "Why should I trust you?"

"How about, because you know it'll be worth it."

As they kissed, she slowly pulled her feet up the bed. He could feel her body moving beside him before he heard a sultry whisper. "Will this work for you?"

She'd lifted her hips high and spread her legs wide, with her head, shoulders and feet pressed firmly into the mattress. Her body amazed him, for she had arched it into a bridge, completely opening herself to his view.

For a moment, not only had he forgotten his name, but it felt as though his heart had forgotten how to beat. As the wave passed, Brad's eyes focused on the only thing Anna wanted him to see -- her pussy. Her glorious pussy... smooth, bare, pink... just barely gaping open, waiting for him, wanting him. 

"Oh, god," he breathed, inching down her body. "Anna, you..." was all he managed before losing the power of speech. He knelt between her feet, taking hold of her hips, and he gently kissed the top of her mound.

He found himself wishing he could bottle her scent. Of course, he'd lose money on it because there was no way he'd ever be able to bring himself to market it. Eau de Anna was enticing, but he didn't want to share it. This was something he wanted for himself; something for those nights he would be forced to be away from her. More importantly, something to remind him it hadn't been a dream.

Starting with the tender flesh at the base of her slit, he kissed and nibbled his way around her outer lips. He flattened his tongue, laving the smooth planes of skin surrounding her pussy, coaxing her body into a heightened state of arousal. Brad teased her further by gently chewing and tugging on her full inner lips before resuming licking at her again. His tongue moved tenderly, almost reverently, through her glistening folds.

Anna allowed herself the luxury of letting him take charge. She recognized him as an oral artist, and she was quickly gasping and quivering under his skilled mouth. Floating on the sensations, her hips moved with a sensuous beauty, meeting his tongue as it thrust into her. Then her pussy was gracing that diving tongue with the sweetly tangy juices it craved.

He loved this, he thought while he gently lapped at her pussy. He loved the point when a woman relaxed enough to let her body take over, but with Anna it became so much more. He loved her incredible taste... her divine scent. Pulling himself back to the moment, he felt her moving with him. Brad slowly withdrew his tongue from her heated slit, replacing it with one thick finger. His lips enveloped her clit, teasing and sucking it as he finger-fucked her, gently seeking her G-spot.

Suddenly incapable of speech, she raised her hips further, pressing into his hand and mouth. She gasped for air. Then, as though it were creeping up behind her, she felt the beginning of a sweet, soft orgasm. Her body shook as the sensation sprang forward, releasing the little burst of cum he had been waiting for.

When he had lapped up as much of her flood as he could, he slid the pillow he had pulled from the head of the bed under her hips. As she continued to shake, crying out in what he hoped was only her first orgasm of the day, he lowered her to the pillow, angling her hips toward him.

Rising to his knees, he took hold of his almost painfully erect cock, slowly stroking it a few times. "Do you see what you've done to me?" he whispered to her.

She looked up into his eyes, begging him to continue. Leaning over her upraised hips, he kissed between her breasts as he gently drew the head of his cock across her pussy, teasing her clit and gathering as much of her moisture as he could.

His breathing became ragged as he positioned himself above her. She was so wet, so open, and he was so hard. Though it took a great deal of concentration, he managed to make a slow entry, savoring the feel of her surrounding warmth. At the same time, she was quivering under him again, reacting to the pressure of his cock.

Finally, he thought, he was fully in her. As she clutched at his hips, holding him still for that moment, he leaned down to gently kiss her. Gazing into her eyes, he slowly withdrew... before thrusting in again; hard, fast.




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Yes, this was what he wanted. Suddenly, her hips rolled sharply to him as she cried out. He grinned, realizing she wanted it too.

After all the anticipation though, they both knew it wouldn't be long. Feeling his orgasm building, he firmly held onto her hips, and his movements became shorter, faster. Her head was moving side to side on the pillow as she gasped at him, her own release on the brink.

He reached out, drawing his hand lightly from her breasts, down her belly, finally grazing her clit. She screamed, her body tensing, releasing. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, sending him into his orgasm.

"Oh, baby! Yes, I love how you do that!" he cried out.

She pulled the pillow from under her hips. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she brought him in for a tender embrace. They lay together for some time, kissing and quietly touching.

As they fell into a light sleep, she heard him whisper, "I know you're a dancer, but when did you take up yoga?"

Honestly, this story contains two of my favorite dreams. I hope you've enjoyed reading. Please vote, and feel free to leave a message here, or to send me a private word. I'm a writer, and we're always hoping to hear from the people who read our work. 



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Discovering Something New About Herself

Laurie lay in bed with the covers pulled tightly up under her chin. She was in 'one of her moods' as her friends might say, but she didn't care what others thought. Daniel had broken up with her, or at least she thought he had. The text had read "We need to see other people," and she knew what that meant. It was relationship speak for "I'm already seeing someone else": it was clear to her that the time had come to move on. 

Daniel had always been a pretentious man. As they became more familiar with each other, Laurie had tried to call him Dan only to be corrected every time that his name was Daniel, not Dan. Laurie now felt that she should have seen that as a sign, but, at the time, she was enamored with him and just accepted the rules. 

She began taking inventory of the "signs," as she called them: the signs that things weren't going to work out as a couple, which she felt she should have seen. "I guess I should learn from this," she said out loud to the empty room. Laurie was that way; after a burst of tears and questioning, she settled into the "Logical Laurie" that her friends always accused her of being, but that she had vehemently denied. 

Crawling from her bed, Laurie wandered through her apartment to the kitchen. Filling a wine glass, she leaned against the counter; sipped and thought. 

"I should have seen this coming. He was a lousy kisser." Laurie giggled a little at the shallow thought, but it was true.

She once thought Daniel was afraid to kiss, or that her lips tasted bad by the way his lips would tighten and by how quickly he would retreat from her. Now, she saw his actions as a flaw in him. She liked to kiss, he didn't; his loss. Laurie paced around the apartment. 

"He was a neat freak, and I hate that," she said, bending to pick up her clothes from the day that were lying in small piles trailing to the bedroom. She tossed them onto the couch and kept strolling.

"And he was so . . . skinny." Laurie had always thought Daniel was an attractive man, but he was rather thin. 

In the few pictures she had of the two of them, they made something of a "Mutt and Jeff" couple. Laurie wasn't fat, but she was "Rubinesque" at five feet six inches tall and a size 10. She had curves and liked how she looked, seeing no reason to change. Daniel, however, was nearly six feet tall and weighed no more than one hundred and fifty pounds. He was skinny. Laurie once joked that she liked his frame because it made "other things" seem larger by comparison. Daniel always reacted poorly when she would make those remarks; he was so damned conservative when it came to things like that. 

Laurie placed the glass on the dresser and fumbled through the drawer a moment. She retrieved her digital camera and powered it up. Scrolling through the pictures of this birthday party and that gathering, she found what she was searching for, a picture of Daniel she had snapped one day as he was getting out of the shower. He didn't know she had taken it. It was one of the rare occasions he had left the bathroom door open. Laurie was feeling frisky that evening and, on a whim, grabbed the camera and waited in the darkened bedroom. As he climbed from the shower and threw the towel over his head to dry his hair, she waited for just the right moment and snapped the shot. Laurie stood at the dresser and stared at the picture for a long moment. She looked at the ribs that lined his chest, the pointed hipbones, and his cute round behind; she always thought that was his best feature. She looked at the rest of his naked frame. 

"Yeah, it was a perspective thing," she thought before clicking the features button to find the delete button.

Just before hitting the button and sending the picture off to oblivion, she paused. With a little smile, she turned the camera off and placed it on top of the dresser without having deleted the picture. 

Laurie wandered around the apartment for a few more minutes before refilling her glass and walking toward the sliding glass doors leading onto the deck. The apartment was one of two in the building. It would have been called a duplex if it was nicer, but, in reality, it was half of a ranch styled house out in the middle of nowhere. The other half had been vacant for a few weeks, and she had been enjoying the peace and quiet. There were no houses in sight, and the long drive that lead to the house allowed for a lot of privacy. 

Knowing the other apartment was empty and the fact that it was well past the time of day that the landlord might show up, Laurie didn't bother to grab a robe before opening the doors and walking out onto the deck in the nude. The heat of the summer day was moderating into a cool evening. It wasn't dark, but the sun was hidden behind the ridges that surrounded the valley. Laurie walked around the deck a bit tentatively until she looked to make sure the other apartment was still completely empty. Once she saw that it was, she relaxed and strolled from one end of the deck to the other. She started to sit on one of her deck chairs until she felt how hot it still was from the day's bright sunshine. Instead, she just kept leisurely moving around the deck. 

Smiling, she thought of how Daniel would have reacted to this. Laurie never gave much thought to being without clothes; as long as things were under control, she had no problem being nude. She admitted to him that she enjoyed the feeling of the wind and sun on her body. Daniel was just the opposite; he wouldn't even get undressed unless the room was completely dark. "Another thing I should have seen as a sign," she thought. He had once chastised her for wearing just a long tee shirt when she walked to the end of the driveway to get the mail. Now she was standing on the deck completely nude. She giggled. "He would have a heart attack." 

Laurie placed the now empty wine bottle on the railing of the deck and stepped off into the yard. She walked out to her car and retrieved her cell phone. Purposefully, she had left it there after Daniel texted her, not wanting to see anymore words from him. Checking the phone, she saw that he had texted her twice more. Laurie paused a moment before deleting them without reading. 

Closing the door of her car, Laurie walked out on the drive a few yards. She realized that she had forgotten to get the mail when she came in and started walking down the driveway. Laurie had enjoyed five glasses of wine and had been outside long enough to become slightly oblivious that she was nude. She stood at the mailbox, flipping through the handful of flyers and bills, when she became suddenly aware of that fact. Laurie glanced up and realized that she was more than a hundred yards from the apartment. In one hand she clutched a handful of papers and her cell phone, in the other was a half full glass of red wine. None of which would serve as adequate cover should a car come barreling down the road. Laurie took a few hasty steps up the slight incline of the driveway before slowing to a more normal pace. "The trees will hide me," she thought as she continued up the drive. The tall maples along the drive would have provided minimal cover, but just enough that anyone driving by would only have the passing thought of having seen a person walking up the drive, and they might have been scantily dressed. That was good enough for Laurie.

Back inside, Laurie tossed the papers onto the dinner table. She put the empty wine glass on the counter and crawled onto the couch. The rest of her evening was filled with fictional drama instead of her own personal drama. She fell into a deep sleep.

Over the next week, Laurie received 5 texts from Daniel, and she ignored every one.

"You screwed up, buddy. I am moving on," she said aloud as she drove home Friday night, deleting yet another message. 

Sitting in her driveway, gathering her things, she heard her phone buzz to life once again. Looking at the screen, she saw the name of her girlfriend Brianna. Before she could hit the button to answer, the call went to voice mail and Laurie shrugged. 

"I'll call her back later." Laurie put her purse on the table and put away the couple of bags of groceries she had bought. 

Laurie walked out of the house to get the mail. Normally, she would have stopped before coming up the hill to the apartment, but her ice cream was melting and she had hurried by. Standing at the mailbox, Laurie looked around to find the source of the sound of a weed eater. She spied the oldest son of her closest neighbors trimming the grass around the end of their driveway. The young man was a hundred yards down the road from her but stopped and waved when he saw her looking. Laurie waved back and stared a moment before walking back up the driveway. 

Sammy had been away at school and had just returned for the summer. Laurie was only three years older than Sammy but had always seen him as a kid. A few steps up the driveway, she stopped as he went back to work and reconsidered that position. Watching him swing the weed eater around, she stared as the muscles in his arms tightened and relaxed. His shirtless chest rippled with the movements, and his tanned legs flexed as he balanced on the slight hillside. Sammy was twenty three years old and was well on his way to becoming a lawyer. 

"Smart and good looking, heck of a combo," Laurie thought as she walked up the drive. 

After fixing dinner she, sat down at her desk to go though her bills and emails when her phone buzzed once again.

"Hi Bri! What's up?" 

Brianna sounded a little flustered. "Where have you been? I've been calling for the last two hours!"

Laurie was taken aback by her tone. "Well, I was at work, why?"

"Do you have your laptop?" 

Laurie took it from her case and sat it on the table in front of her. "Yes, why?" 

Brianna took a deep breath and started to explain. "Well, earlier today I was cleaning up around the house and I cleaned off Bobby's desk..." 

Laurie knew that Brianna was strictly forbidden from messing with her boyfriend's desk. It was off limits. 

"And he caught you?" Laurie asked with an accusatory tone. 

"No! It's not that... Anyway, I was getting the cans and junk off the desk when I accidentally hit the mouse and his computer came out of sleep." 

Laurie was getting a little frustrated at the immediate nature of Brianna's call, yet the torturous speed at which she was getting to the point.

"Aaannnddd?" Laurie tried to push her to a point. 

"Well, Laurie, I think I saw you." 

Laurie was very confused. "What do you mean saw me?"

"Well, not you. I mean, I'm not sure it was you. But it sure looked like you." 

"Bri, you aren't making any sense. Slow down and use little words." 

Laurie could hear Brianna take a deep breath. 

"I hit the mouse on Bobby's computer and the screen came to life. He had been looking at a website that features pictures of women." 

"You mean a porn site?" 

"Yeah. He looks at them all the time and I don't care. I've never cared. Heck, no woman could keep up with his sex drive. Anyway, that's not the point. The site he was looking at was one of those ones that have lots of home videos and pictures and stuff, ya know?" 

Laurie smiled at Brianna's embarrassment. "Yes, I know. So?" 

"Well, out of curiosity, I sat down and clicked the back button a few times just to see what he had been looking at, and there you were, at least I think it is you." 

Laurie finally understood what she had been getting at. "You mean you came across pictures of someone you think looks like me on a porn site?" Laurie opened her laptop to let it begin starting up. 

"Yeah, the pictures are from kinda far away so the face isn't really clear but it really looks like you!" Brianna sounded a little shaken. 

"Thanks, Bri, for telling me, but trust me, it isn't me. I have never let anyone take pictures of me, probably just a coincidence. What's the website so I can go look?" Laurie typed the address into the bar as Brianna read it off to her. 

"And then go to page 16. It's the one titled, My Hot Neighbor." 

"Ok, I'll have a look, but trust me, it isn't me. I'll call you tomorrow, ok?" 

Laurie said goodbye, sat the phone down, and began hunting the pictures.

Laurie scrolled to page 16 and started searching the list for the title. 

"There we go!" she said as she clicked on the post. 

Laurie sat in utter disbelief as she saw eight pictures. One of a nude woman who stood by a mailbox holding a glass of wine. The rest in various stages of movement as the woman walked across the road and out of sight.

"Oh, my god," Laurie said aloud. 

She was in shock. Closing the laptop and standing up, she walked around the room and voiced that shock to the empty room. "Who could have taken those? Where were they hiding? Does anyone else suspect it's me?" 

She turned, sat back down, and opened the laptop again, looking carefully at each picture. None of them left anything to the imagination. She remembered the day and knew the pictures couldn't leave anything to the imagination because she was completely nude. Laurie felt embarrassed beyond belief, but she decided to try and calm down before dealing with the situation any further. Grabbing a glass of wine and walking onto the deck, she stood there and drank, calming down. 

"At least I looked pretty good, and someone thought I was hot," she said to herself. 

Then it dawned on her. As she flew back into the house and flipped up the screen of her laptop once again. "My hot NEIGHBOR" she nearly yelled. 

The house Laurie lived in was one of four on the road. Two were far at one end, more than a mile from hers. The other one was only a couple hundred yards from hers through the woods, and the driveways for each house came down to the road at opposing angles, ending only a hundred yards or so apart. Laurie shuddered at the thought of Mr. Williams seeing her nude. Then she saw the posters nickname "YoungLaw," and she let go a relieved sigh. It had to be Mr. Williams, Mr. Sammy Williams. Laurie thought a moment and remembered that he liked to run most evenings and, just by happenstance, must have been running when she took her nude mail stroll. The pictures were probably taken with his cell phone.

"He thinks I'm hot!" 

Laurie, while still quite embarrassed, was pleased and flattered at the thought that the handsome, soon-to-be lawyer believed she was hot. She was even able to admit that the thought of him seeing her nude, albeit accidentally, turned her on considerably. Laurie looked closely at the pictures. Fortunately, you couldn't see the name or numbers on the mailbox, largely because of her breasts. The pictures were taken from far enough away that you couldn't make out her face well enough to identify her. Overall, there were no identifying markers in any of them, so she relaxed considerably. Also, they were rather flattering pictures, if she did say so herself. While she was no runway model, everything was where it should be. Even though she hadn't really given it much thought before now, she believed that she looked pretty good naked. 

Chapter Two

Laurie got up with the sun. She had always been an early riser and it didn't change on the weekends. After a cup of coffee, she slipped into her riding shorts and a zip up top, and she hopped on her bike. Since the weather had warmed, Laurie had taken to going for a ride on the weekend mornings. She knew she could stand to loose a couple of pounds, but mostly, she did it because it was fun. Riding along the main road, she turned onto the side road she had made part of her routine. For over an hour, she would travel in a big circle that amounted to a leisurely eight miles. As she was coming back down the main road toward her driveway, she glanced over and saw Sammy clearing some brush from the large wooded patch between hers and his fathers' house. She slowed slightly until she caught his eye and waved and smiled at him. He returned the smile with a wave; she could see in the little handlebar mirror that he stopped what he was doing and watched as she peddled away and up her drive. Laurie couldn't help but put a little more wiggle into her peddling as she climbed the hill and went out of his sight. 

She took a shower and ate some breakfast on the deck as the sun came over the edge of the hill. Laurie listened to the birds and squirrels start their day, as well as for the sound of small trees and brush being hacked away a couple of hundred yards away. She sat in her robe, thinking about the day ahead. For the first time in weeks, she didn't have anything to do. She was weighing her options of going to the gym, a swim, a little shopping, or, and it was the most appealing option, laying around the house and not doing a thing of importance. 

As she sat on the lounger, she allowed her robe to fall open slightly, enjoying the warmth of the sun of her exposed skin. Suddenly, she became aware of the lack of a sound. The birds were still chirping, but the hacking sound was gone. Without any startling movements, she sat up and gathered her robe around her. Laurie grabbed her coffee cup and stood. She leaned against the rail and listened while she sipped the cup. There were the neutral sounds of nature for the longest time. Then she heard it. The unmistakable sounds of someone trying to ease, possibly even sneak, through dry leaves, and the sound was getting closer. 

"Young Mr. Williams is coming for another peek, I think," she whispered. 

Laurie walked nonchalantly back into her apartment. Once inside, she hurried to her bedroom and slipped into a two piece bathing suit. From her bedroom window, she watched the edge of the trees for movement. The area between the houses was a hump of trees. It was possibly six feet higher than her deck where the trees ended and the grass began. Something she had never considered before was the fact that it was a good vantage point. She watched intently until she saw what she suspected. Just in the line of trees, near a clump of underbrush, she could faintly make out the shape of a person. Laurie was sure it was Sammy. She watched as he settled into a position that would keep him hidden, yet allow him to see. She could see that he was shirtless and covered in sweat. He obviously had no idea how reflective he was. 

Laurie considered her options. She should stay inside until he left and then go on with her day, but her heart was pounding too hard for that. Laurie walked onto the deck with a towel, a drink, and some lotion. She spread the towel across the lounger and lay it down to the flattest position. Taking a seat on the edge of the lounger, she was careful to put her back to her audience. Without making a show of it, Laurie applied the tanning oil to her arms, legs, and midriff. She squirted it on her shoulders and rubbed it onto her back as best she could before laying face down on the surface. Once in position, she squirted a little more of the liquid into her hand and carefully rubbed it onto her behind. 

Laurie was enjoying the sensation of knowing that he was watching. She carefully rubbed the oil into her skin, being ever so mindful of pushing the bottom of her suit over the mounds of her round behind, exposing as much flesh to the sun as possible. She lay facing away from her audience for several minutes before reaching around and untying the strings of the top. Taking the ear buds of her mp3 player and putting them over the backs of her ears, she made it appear she was listening to music; the tiny headphones hidden by her tumbling hair. 

Settled again, she began to listen to the sounds of nature again. Once he was sure she was lost in a world of music, Laurie heard him shuffle slightly. Sammy had done well to stay as still as a church mouse for as long as he had; Laurie could hear him moving gently. After a couple of minutes, Laurie heard what she expected. The artificial sound of a camera shutter seemed to split the quiet of the day, but Laurie didn't react. She kept up the appearance of listening to her tunes. Three more times she heard the unmistakable snap of his camera phone. Several minutes passed in silence, and then a final snap. Laurie listened for him to shuffle again before she started to turn over to her back; hearing Sammy frantically move to assume his cover again as she moved to reposition. 




Picture This



Rolling onto her back, she picked up the mp3 player and reset the ear buds before sitting on the edge of the lounger once again. Once upright and facing away from him, she reached up behind her neck and untied the final string holding her top in position; tossing the triangles of fabric onto the metal table beside her. Lying on her back, she settled into her appearance of unawareness. She took the bottle of oil and filled her palm; rubbing the oil onto her breasts and tummy, before taking a small towel and folding it carefully in half. Laurie picked up the mp3 player; making motions as if picking her song before setting it to the side and settling in. She positioned the towel across her eyes and forehead.

Only a couple of minutes passed before the first clicks were heard. Sammy was either getting brave or running out of time. Laurie listened for the click of the phone, and, when she heard it, she raised a hand and placed it on her stomach. She listened as the clicks became more frequent. For a moment, Laurie rubbed the oil on her stomach a before moving her hand up to her breast. Catching some oil that had puddle in her cleavage, she slowly rubbed it in a circular motion over both breasts; hearing the phone click away and fighting hard to suppress a smile. 

Laurie started to run her hand down her tummy towards the bottoms of her swimsuit when she heard the elder Mr. Williams bellow from the distance. Not wanting to show that she could hear, she allowed her hand to settle by her side; listening as Sammy carefully, but hurriedly, made his way back through the woods towards his own house. Sitting up and taking the ear buds from her hair, she listened as Sammy got further and further away. It was only a couple of minutes before Laurie heard Mr. Williams chewing out Sammy, and admonishing him to go into town to pick up more stuff for their ongoing yard projects. Momentarily, she heard Mr. Williams' truck start up and fade off down their driveway. Once she knew she was alone, Laurie stood up from the lounger and stretched. 

It was only nine thirty in the morning, but it had been the most exciting hour of the last five years for her. 

After a shower, and a little private time to relieve the stress the morning had generated, Laurie enjoyed the rest of her day quietly. On a couple of occasions, she thought she noticed a little movement in the woods near the house but dismissed it as her imagination. 

Laurie sat at her computer finishing up some work late Saturday night when her curiosity got the better of her. After looking around to make sure there was no one watching, as if there could be in her empty apartment, she opened a browser window and went back to the adult site; reading on the front page that new submissions were posted every night at midnight. Glancing at the clock, she saw that, with the time zone difference, she still had an hour or so wait. 

She went to the kitchen, got a glass of wine, and walked out onto the deck. The night was warm and the stars shone overhead; the new moon allowing them to shine even brighter, making the outdoors much darker. 

As she had spent the day cleaning and goofing off, she wore her usual weekend uniform, a pair of loose fitting shorts and a t-shirt. Laurie's recently discovered enjoyment of nudity prompted her to take advantage of the pitch darkness. Walking into the grass of the backyard, she entered a lightless world and, without hesitation, stripped off the shorts and shirt; tossing them over the rail of the deck, taking her wine glass in hand and strolled around the yard. It was a unique sensation for her. In the past, she had not had an issue with being naked, it was just not a big deal, but recently, she had come to appreciate the excitement it generated within her. 

Standing near the very back of the yard, she felt her heart pounding in her chest. She was a hundred feet from her apartment, and could see her clothes draped across the deck railing. Now while no one could see her, and it was approaching one in the morning, there was still a newfound thrill in doing something that good girls didn't do. She thought about the "what if" scenario's. What if Sammy were to come over unannounced, or if the landlord of her apartment decided to stop by and check on things? There she would be, nude, a hundred feet from the apartment, without any kind of protection. The thought thrilled her. 

Laurie knew realistically that no one was going to show up. If anyone came up the driveway, she would see the headlight long before they made it to the house and have ample time to get to her clothes and get dressed. The risk wasn't all that real, but it was there nonetheless. Assuming she had been outside for only twenty minutes, she started thinking about the other pictures that Sammy had posted; wondering where he might have been to get the shots without her noticing him. She found herself walking as she thought, and, in moments, she was nearing the bottom of the hill. Stopped, she considered that she was nude; considered turning around and going to get her clothes but decided against it. Continuing on towards the mailbox, Laurie stopped at the end of the drive and looked up and down the road. 

"Not a car in sight," Laurie thought to herself and moving on. 

Standing beside the mailbox, she placed her wine glass on the little door and assumed the same position she had been in when Sammy took the first picture; she looked around. Laurie's eyes had adjusted to the darkness well enough to somewhat see.

"He had to be there," she thought as she looked at the end of their driveway. 

"I bet he was just standing there when I walked out." 

She giggled to herself a little at the thought of his jaw dropping open as she casually opened the mailbox, retrieved the papers, and stood there. Imagined that it must have taken him a moment to realize that he had his phone and could take a picture, or there would have been more of her walking towards the box. Smiling at that thought took her attentions away from the moment. It was only a glimmer, but a light caught her eye and focus once again.

"Oh my god! A car!" 

For a moment, Laurie was frozen, she didn't know if she should hide or run. Frantically, she looked around and realized that there was no place to hide. Cupping her arm under her breasts, Laurie made a frantic dash across the street and up the road a couple of yards. She only stopped when she stepped on a small, jagged, little rock that made her hop on one foot and stop running. Turning to see the headlights getting brighter on the road, she started to laugh. She was out of the line of sight of the road and was bent over rubbing her foot. 

As the lights became even brighter, she stood up and turned to face the road. Logical Laurie figured out that, even though she was only twenty feet or so from the edge of the road, the lights wouldn't shine on her, and if the driver of the car were to look, at just the right moment, they would only see the fleeting image of a person standing there. At worst, they might think, "Was that a person I saw?" before dismissing the thought and going on about their evening. 

Feeling her heart pound like a bass drum as the car approached, she stood as tall a she could, one hand on her hip the other dangled by her side; standing proud in her nudity. The car popped into sight and was gone in a moment. Laurie thought she saw the bright red flash of taillights for a second, but the car didn't slow or stop. She was covered in goose bumps and was practically panting, not from the run but from the excitement. As the car traveled off, Laurie walked hurriedly back to the road to take a peek if they were turning around, but they were not. Stopping astride the yellow line of the road for a moment, she imagined the driver glancing up in his rearview mirror to see the faint and fading imaged of the naked woman he thought he saw. The car didn't slow but it did not matter to Laurie; the endorphins were coursing through her, she was high on adrenaline and loved it. 

Walking back into her apartment, she immediately went to see if the site had updated. Laurie let out a little squeak when she saw that it had and immediately started clicking through the submissions. While she was looking for anything submitted by Sammy, she still had to look at each photo set to find it. 

"Wow," is all Laurie could say as she clicked on each successive set. "There are some beautiful women out there." 

Each set was five to eight pictures and featured lovely women in various states of undress. Most of the pictures were obviously taken at home, but a few were out in public. There were even some featuring women and men together. They were relatively innocent; there weren't any of anyone doing anything, so to speak. Those were reserved for a section you had to pay a subscription fee to see. 

Laurie was both impressed and a little excited to see the photos. She had never been to a site like this and was surprised to see so many people got the same thrill she had recently discovered. As she approached the end of the list, she was getting a little disappointed until she saw the title "My Hot Neighbor Pt. 2" on the last submission. With a little hesitancy, she moved the pointer over the title and clicked. As soon as it loaded, she recognized the setting. Laurie's imagination of the angle Sammy would have was spot on. She looked at the pictures of herself and smiled. 

"Not too bad looking, if I do say so myself." 

Each picture was accompanied by a comment by someone at the website; Laurie was pleased to see very positive comments for each picture. "Yes, a very hot neighbor." "Nice ass!" "Whoa, look at that body!" She couldn't help but say each one out loud to the empty room. After a few minutes, Laurie sat back in her chair and smiled at the expected result of her spur of the moment plan. She was flattered that Sammy found her attractive but buoyed by the comments. It was only then that she saw that the site had a place where other viewers could comment on each set. With a little trepidation, she followed the link associated with her photos. 

Laurie was thrilled again to see that the comments were all positive. She found herself smiling broadly at each remark about her nice butt or great tits, but she almost fainted when she saw the final comment. It was posted by the submitter YoungLaw.

"I am fortunate to live near such a beautiful and sexy woman. If I could get up enough courage, I'd stop taking pictures of her and actually try to fuck her." 

"Oh, Sammy, Sammy, Sammy..." Laurie's voice trailed off. "We are going to have to do something about that..."

Chapter Three

Sunday morning rolled around at the same early hour as all of her other days. Laurie had a little coffee and suited up for her bike ride. As she came down the driveway and turned onto the main road, she remembered standing there last night and smiled. After completing her circuit, she traveled back towards her apartment. Laurie noticed the elder Mr. Williams standing at the end of his driveway, surveying the land so to speak, and she pulled up beside him. 

"Good morning, Mr. Williams!" Laurie's tone was particularly bright. 

"Well, hello Laurie, did you enjoy your ride?" 

"Yes, I did. The property is looking great!" Laurie stepped clear of the bike and took a long drink from her water bottle. 

Mr. Williams explained all that he and Sammy had done, and all that remained to be done in his opinion. 

"And I wanted to let you know that I plan to leave a stripe of underbrush and such at the edge of your property, so you can have a little privacy in your yard. I hope that's ok?" 

Laurie smiled, knowing that it only provided privacy from the hill looking down, not the other way. 

"That's great, and I appreciate it. I do like to lie out in the sun from time to time." 

Mr. Williams smiled. "Well, don't tell my son that!" 

They both laughed, but for different reasons. 

"Oh, that reminds me, could you ask Sammy to stop by later this afternoon? A large limb has fallen in the back yard, and it's too big for me to move. I need to mow and the thing is in the way. If you don't think he would mind doing a favor for a neighbor?" 

Mr. Williams assured her that Sammy wouldn't mind. 

"Say around six?" 

Mr. Williams said Sammy would be there promptly at six; Laurie thanked him and climbed back on her bike. As she rode away, she glanced at her mirror and noticed that Mr. Williams was watching her ride away. 

"Guess it runs in the family," Laurie mumbled and smiled. 

Straightening up her apartment, she did some clothes. The day seemed to creep by as she waited for six o'clock. At four, she went and took a shower. She didn't want to seem all made up for a date, but she did want to look good. Laurie put on just a little make up, and did her hair up into a ponytail. It was informal but cute. 

She was walking through the house when she realized that she had forgotten one very important thing. There was no limb in her yard, large or otherwise. Not wanting it to seem like the set up it was, Laurie hustled out into the yard and found a big limb laying in the edge of the woods. With considerable effort, she pulled it into the grass at the back and hurried back into the house. 

It was almost five, and Laurie was pacing a little with the anticipation. At five thirty, she went and put on a pair of pink shorts and a white tank top she had been saving for a special occasion. She had planned to wear it out with Daniel at some point, but he told her that it was too revealing and showed off her boobs too much. Now, she slid it over her shoulders without a bra because of that very fact. 

At exactly six o'clock, Laurie jumped at the sound of a knock on her door. Even though she was expecting it, but it startled her nonetheless. Opening the door, she was pleased to see that Sammy had come alone. She had feared that Mr. Williams might tag along to make sure Sammy did the work correctly. 

"Hi Sammy!" Laurie almost bounced as she spoke. 

"Hi Laurie, Dad said you had a limb you wanted moved?" 

Laurie motioned for him to follow her into the kitchen. She could feel his eyes on her back as she walked in front of him. Opening the sliding glass door, Laurie walked to the railing and pointed to the limb she had artfully placed in the grass. 

"That one there. I tried to move it but it's just too big for me. I hated to get you over here for something so trivial, but. .." 

Sammy interrupted, "No, I don't mind at all. I'm glad to help." 

Laurie couldn't help but add, "At least it's not as hard as the work your Dad has had you up to lately." 

Sammy nodded in agreement and walked off the porch to move the limb. She watched as he walked across the yard. It only took a couple of minutes for Sammy to drag the limb off into the brush behind the house. 

Laurie had retreated back into the house, and Sammy stuck his head in the back door. "All done, anything else you need me for? Dad is probably already looking for me." 

Laurie came around the corner and handed Sammy a beer. 

"Oh, don't worry about that. I called him and told him I was going to have to do a couple of other things around here since you were here, and I was going to fix you a sandwich as payment. So he isn't going to be looking for you for a while. I thought you wouldn't mind the break." 

Sammy took the beer and smiled. "No, I don't mind a bit. Dad has been getting a little carried away with all the yard and garden stuff." 

Laurie took a long drink from her wine glass, and Sammy practically emptied his beer in one shot. Laurie handed him another, and they engaged in small talk for a bit; Laurie asked him about school, and he asked her about work. They talked about the empty apartment beside hers. 

"I think it will stay empty for a while. They need to replace the carpet, plus, a lot of people don't want to live this far out of town. I like it though, it's nice and private." Laurie smiled when she said that and looked for any reaction from Sammy. He just looked at the ground, but she could tell he was smiling as well. She made a couple of sandwiches and they continued their talk on the deck. 

The sun had fallen behind the ridge, and they sat in the shade and talked for over an hour. Laurie hopped up as the twilight settled in. 

"Can I get you another beer?" she asked as she moved towards the door. 

"No, I'm good. Wouldn't want to go back to the house with a buzz, Dad would have a fit." 

Laurie returned with a full glass of wine. 

"Why does he treat you like that? I mean you are twenty two years old, and you are about to graduate law school, early I might add. I mean, you are an adult, and a responsible one at that. Yet, he seems to treat you like you are sixteen or something." 

Sammy watched her intently as she sat down. 

"Ya know, I'm not sure. Maybe he senses that I am about to move on with my life, and he just wants to remember how it used to be when I was younger. Either that, or he likes the free slave labor!" 

They both laughed.

"Would you mind if I used your restroom?" 

"No, please, go right ahead. Down the hall, first door on the right." 

While he was away, Laurie took the dishes into the kitchen. She had a plan, and so far it was working beautifully. As he came back into the kitchen, Laurie was standing at the sink washing up the handful of dished and glasses. 

"Have a seat," she said and motioned with her elbow at the dinner table. 

Sammy pulled out a chair and sat. Laurie asked him another couple of questions and, as she expected, it happened. Sammy moved just right and his elbow hit her laptop. The screen flickered to life as Sammy apologized. Laurie just smiled to herself as she faced away from him. It took a moment before Sammy realized it, but, as the screen came out of sleep mode, it showed the last website she had visited; cleverly left open on her desktop. She watched in the reflection of the sink window as Sammy turned and saw the pictures he had taken of her. 

"Laurie! I didn't mean...I'm sorry, I mean I...Oh my god, I am so sorry..." 

Laurie let him scramble for words for a moment before turning around, smiling and suppressing a laugh. Once their eyes met, Laurie burst into laughter. Between gasps for air she assured him, "Its alright, I'm not mad!" 

At that pronouncement, Sammy looked shocked, confused, and relieved at the same time. Laurie finally stopped laughing and sat down across from him. 

"I think you take a good picture, and I can't fault you for taking them. I was the one drunk enough to walk to the mailbox in the nude." 

Sammy kept muttering apologies all the while Laurie was trying to assure him that she wasn't upset. 

"I find it really flattering that you would even want to take pictures of me. I mean, I'm glad you didn't show my face. I'm not sure I could explain that to someone at work or if my mother was to see them, but . . ." 

Sammy finally stopped apologizing and smiled. "I couldn't believe my eyes when I looked up and saw you walk out to your mailbox. I have never been so glad that I had my cell phone with me." 

They both laughed again. After a few minutes, they both calmed down. 

"Laurie, I have always thought you were beautiful. I really hope you are telling the truth. I mean, I don't want to upset you. I shouldn't have posted those without your permission but, I don't know, I just did. I hope you forgive me. I won't do it again, I promise." 

Laurie stood up and walked over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. 

"Ok, look Mr. Future Lawyer, let me make this clear. I am not upset that you took the pictures. I am not upset that you posted the pictures. As a matter of fact, it kind of turned me on. Everyone wants to be thought of as attractive. It was one hell of an ego boost to read some of those comments, too." 




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Laurie watched as the blood drained out of Sammy's face. 

"You read the comments?" His voice had the tiniest tremble in it. 

"Of course I did." Laurie turned and walked back to refill her glass and retrieve another beer from the fridge. 

She let the silence linger as she opened the beer and poured it into a glass for him. Turning to hand him the glass, she saw he wasn't there amd looking, she could see that he had stood and walked onto the deck. Walking outside, Laurie held out the glass and Sammy took it. In just a couple of big gulps, he emptied the glass before speaking. He started stammering again but Laurie shut him off.

"Sammy, I have a question." 

Sammy nodded but didn't say a word. 

"Did you like taking pictures of me?" 

Sammy nodded again.

"Did it turn you on?" 

Sammy looked down at his feet and nodded again. 

"Are you convinced that I am not mad about it?" 

He continued to nod. 

"Then what is the problem?" 

Laurie stood and smiled, waiting for an answer. Sammy raised his head, and in a quiet voice said, "I don't suppose there is one?" 

Laurie held out her hand and pulled him close, hugging him. 

"Right, there isn't one." 

They embraced for along minute. As Laurie let him free, she added, "but you owe me now." Sammy froze and looked at her. Laurie didn't let him try to speak. "You, sir, have pictures of me, and I think you owe me. I think there should be some rules. " 

Sammy chose to keep his mouth shut and nodded encouragement to her. 

Laurie walked back in the house and finished off the bottle of wine while she thought of the best way to handle this, now that she was in complete control. Walking back onto the deck, she saw that Sammy had not moved an inch. 

"From now on, if you want to take pictures of me under any circumstances, you have to let me know. None of the pictures of me can have my face clearly in them. I want to help you choose which pictures you submit. I mean, I want to put my best foot forward so to speak, plus, that website has some kind of a theme contest every month with some pretty good cash up for grabs. If by some miracle a picture of mine is chosen, I get the money, since you are about to be rich and all Mr. Law..." 

Sammy finally spoke up. "I agree to your terms." 

Laurie snapped around and looked at him. 

"Oh those aren't all of my terms, Mister." 

"Please go on." Sammy motioned for her to continue. 

"You will use a real digital camera, not a crappy cell phone." Laurie placed a good digital camera on the deck table. 

Sammy nodded once again as Laurie paused for her big finale. 

"And last, but not least. . . " 

"Yes?" Sammy asked expectantly. 

"I get to take pictures of you if I want. It's only fair." 

Laurie smiled broadly as Sammy began to blush a bright red. Laurie let him search for words while she picked up the camera and turned it on. Pointing at him, she could see him smile, nearly giggle, and turn slightly away. 

"Well, I'm not so sure about that last thing, Laurie. I mean . . . well . . . I just don't know." 

"Why not?" Laurie said as she snapped a picture of the squirming young man. "It's only fair!" She snapped another picture. 

"It may be, but I am about to start out on my career. What if my Dad saw them, or a client?" 

"Same rules will apply to me. No faces, nothing sneaky, and heck, I won't post yours. I just want you to see what it's like. Deal?" 

Sammy had turned away from her as he stammered and struggled for an answer. A long moment fell between them as she waited for his answer. 

"Deal?" Laurie asked again. 

Sammy mumbled something. 

"Speak up!" Laurie insisted. 

Sammy cleared his throat. "Deal," is all he could say. 

"Good!" Laurie smiled. 

Sammy felt something soft strike his back and turned around. Laurie was leaned against the railing of the deck. Her tank top and shorts had struck Sammy in the back as she threw them at him. Sammy froze in place and stared at the naked woman standing only feet from him. Laurie broke his stare by holding out the camera for him to take. With shaking hands, he took the camera from her grasp. 

"How's this?" 

Laurie took down her ponytail and turned her head so that her hair fell to the left, obscuring her face. She stood still until she heard the electronic click of the camera. Turning her back to him, she arched her back; her hair tumbled between her shoulder blades, and she stood on her toes to tighten the muscles of her legs. Click again. Laurie walked past him and into the yard, standing in the one patch of sunshine that remained. She squatted and spread her knees wide. She looked at the ground so her hair would hide her face, waiting for the click once again. Standing, she turned and walked a few steps and heard Click, Click, Click. 

Turning back to face him, Laurie smiled. "Now, it's my turn!"

Sammy was hesitant, to say the least. He handed her the camera with a shaking hand and just stood there. Laurie reached out and took him by the hand, leading him back onto the deck. She positioned him at the railing where she had been standing and held up the camera to take a picture. 

"Well, show me what ya got!" Laurie insisted. 

Sammy was fidgety and looked down. 

"Laurie, I can't, I mean. . ." 

"We had a deal." Laurie continued to look at him on the screen of the camera. 

"I mean, maybe not right now . . ." Sammy was trying to wiggle out of the situation. 

"My Dad is going to wonder where I have gotten off to; I had better be heading back soon." 

"No, he won't. He knows you are here. He even said, 'You kids have fun,' when I talked to him. I, for one, am having fun. C'mon, at least take off your shirt?" 

Sammy slowly, and reluctantly, peeled his shirt off. Laurie snapped away and thought, "Damn, washboard abs look good!" 

"Keep going!" Laurie encouraged him. 

"Laurie, I can't, not now at least." Sammy still had not looked up at her. "Not with you like that." 

Laurie knew exactly what he was talking about. 

"Well, I'm not going to go get dressed just to take your picture. And I am not going to put this camera down until I have." 

Sammy dropped the t-shirt and seemed to gather his courage. "Well, ok, if you insist." 

"I do," Laurie said as she watched him reach for the button of his shorts. 

Laurie snapped away, watching intently as Sammy popped each button of his button-fly shorts. He had pulled his ball cap down low on his head, both to conceal himself and block his view of the naked woman standing in front of him. As the last one popped open, he froze. 

"No turning back now!" Laurie said, and Sammy let the shorts fall to the deck. 

Laurie snapped a picture of what she hoped, and knew, she would see. Sammy kept his head down as a rather sizeable erection sprung free. She watched through the LCD screen for a moment as it bobbed and dangled. Once the movement stopped, Laurie snapped a couple more pictures before letting him off the hook. 

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Sammy. You look damned good naked." 

Not hearing anymore clicks, Sammy finally raised his head and looked at her. Laurie was smiling at him, trying her absolute best to keep eye contact. Sammy started to slip out of his shoes and socks. 

"What's the old saying, in for a penny in for a pound?" 

Laurie chuckled as he removed the last stitch of clothing from his body and stood completely upright for the first time since this had started. He stretched; his head back and his arms up right. Laurie stole the moment to check him out from head to toe, concentrating her eyes on his beautiful cock. Once through with his stretch, Sammy relaxed slightly. He looked at her once again, and Laurie couldn't help but notice his cock harden and rise a little more, even with its obvious weight. 

"Now, ya see that wasn't that hard was it?" Laurie asked before realizing what she said. 

Emboldened by her comments, Sammy lost all pretense of shyness. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he stroked it a couple of times and held it up before commenting, "Yes, it is that hard." 

Laurie blushed and they both laughed. 

She quickly snapped a picture of Sammy holding his cock before setting the camera down and picking up her wine glass. Sammy walked past her and grabbed another beer from the fridge. Laurie watched as he walked past, hypnotized by the sway of his manhood. As he walked back onto the deck, Laurie picked up the camera and handed it to him. 

"So, what do you want to take a picture of now?"

Sammy smiled. "Why, you of course!" 

Laurie moved to the lounge chair and stretched out. "Doing this?" she asked as she cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. "Or how about this?" She ran one hand between her legs and feigned shyness as she covered herself up as best she could. "Or even this?" Laurie rolled over and lifted herself to her knees. She put her elbows on the lounger and jutted her behind up in the air. 

All the while, Sammy was clicking away. Laurie relaxed and turned to sit on the edge of the lounger. She did so for two reasons, it was the most convenient place to sit at the moment, and it put her at nearly eye level with Sammy's now greatly engorged cock. Sammy was slightly more than an arms length away, and was staring at Laurie in the fading light. 

"You know, there is another contest on that sight." 

Laurie raised an eyebrow. "Oh, there is?" 

"Yeah, it is in the part you have to subscribe to in order to see." Sammy put the camera back on the table. "Let me show you." 

Sammy retrieved the laptop and came to sit beside Laurie on the lounger. Placing the laptop on his legs, Sammy typed in the user name and password, opening that section of the website. He handed Laurie a towel to put on her legs and placed the laptop on top of it. As Sammy stood, Laurie read the header at the top of the page. 

"Each submission that they want considered for the contest has a star beside it on the list." 

Laurie looked down the list and picked the first one she came to. The first thing she noticed was that the pay side was much more graphic, and the theme of this months contest was immediately obvious. 

"How can people not be recognized on here?" Laurie was unfamiliar with porn technology. 

"Oh, they just blur the eyes and parts of the face. It works really well." Sammy bent over and pointed to a particular submission. "Look at that one." 

Laurie clicked it and saw a young woman having sex with a man. The man's face was clearly visible, but the woman's face was indeed blurry and out of focus just enough that no one would ever recognize her. 

"They do that to faces, tattoos, and any kind of identifying mark, if you ask. Or you can submit them like that." 

Laurie moved the computer to the side. 

"So, what is the contest, and what are the prizes?" 

Sammy stood back up and was only a couple of feet from Laurie. 

"It's a blow job theme, and the top prize is twenty five hundred dollars." Sammy wasn't mincing words any longer. 

Laurie thought a moment. "Wait right here." 

She jumped up from the seat and went in the house. When she returned, she paused long enough to look Sammy up and down before returning to the lounger. 

"This should work just as good as blurring." Laurie reached up and put on a pair of Wayfarer sunglasses. "Let's see if we can win?" 

Laurie reached out and took Sammy's cock in her hand, pulling him towards her. He gingerly stepped up to her as she opened her mouth and took it in. She licked its length before taking it back into her mouth, sucking in as much of it as she could fit. Sliding back up its length, she let the now shiny monster pop from her lips. 

"It will be hard to win if you don't pick up that camera. Don't you think?" 

Sammy snapped out of it long enough to pick up the camera once again. Laurie picked up his cock and stuck out her tongue as far as she could. Laying his cock on it, she waited for him to snap the shot. She closed her mouth around the head and began slowly sucking it in. Sammy clicked away as she did until she buried her nose in his pubic hair, shuddering as his cock hit the back of her throat. He took what pictures he could while being stunned at the fact that Laurie was sucking his cock. When he felt the urges welling up inside him he warned her. 

"I'm going to come if you keep that up!" 

Laurie slowed and freed his manhood from her lips. 

"That's the point!" she said before diving back to her efforts. 

Laurie would stop occasionally and let Sammy snap a picture or two. She would stop so the shots wouldn't be blurry, but the occasional pause wasn't enough to keep the inevitable from happening. Feeling the first splash of his orgasm on the roof of her mouth, she immediately pulled it free, pumping the massive member as it exploded onto her face and glasses. 

Sammy was still clicking away in between spasms, andwhen the last wave crashed onto her, he relaxed. Laurie picked up his still hard cock and again extended her tongue. He clicked away a few more times as she licked the head clean, and caught a couple shots of her open mouth with his come dripping from her upper lip to her tongue, and down onto her bare breasts. Sammy stepped back slightly, and Laurie posed with a big smile on her face. He was sure to catch a close enough shot to see his come clinging to her glasses, face, and chest. 

Putting the camera down, he leaned back against the railing of the deck to catch his breath. Laurie, without missing a beat, picked it up and clicked off a couple of shots of him standing there in the faded light, his cock hard but drooping. His chest and stomach glinted with sweat, and his cock shone with her saliva. She smiled as she put the camera down and grabbed the towel from under the laptop to wipe her face. 

Once as cleaned up as she could get without a shower, Laurie stood and walked over to Sammy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself up against him, being careful of his still sensitive cock. Kissing him deeply, she took a secret kick out of the fact that her tongue was still covered in his come. 

"That was fun. I need a drink." 

Sammy agreed and watched as she walked into the kitchen before starting to follow her. Laurie opened a new bottle of wine before speaking. "I hope next moths contest involves fucking!" 

Sammy almost spit beer all over the kitchen at her comment before running onto the deck while she laughed.



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I returned home from work one evening and was in a hurry to get to the store before it closed. I heard the shower running and knew that my wife Rachel was also home. Her purse was on the table, and as I looked through it for the checkbook, I noticed an envelope that contained a bunch of photographs. I pulled one out and couldn't believe what I saw. The picture was of my wife with a huge cock in her mouth, which I knew wasn't mine. As I looked at the rest of the pictures, I dropped them on the table.

I was very angry at first but then I realized that my cock was rock-hard as I continued to look at all of the photos in the envelope. They were in a continuing sequence that had my wife sucking and licking this guy's big cock until it finally squirted come all over her face. In the last one, Rachel sported a big smile as she licked jism off her lips.

When Rachel came out of the shower, she was horrified to see the pictures on the table. I acted very angry and demanded to know who it was. She confessed that it was a co-worker of hers, Steve. I picked up all the pictures and went into the living room and sat on the couch. Rachel followed and sat beside me. "I'll make it up to you," she said as she unzipped my pants and took out my stiff dick. I couldn't cover up the fact that I was very excited. As I felt her warm mouth cover my aching cock, I looked through the pictures again. She watched me as she worked my rod over with her mouth and tongue.

"How often do you suck him off?" I asked.

She stopped long enough to say, "At first only once or twice a week, but now almost every day after everyone else in the office has left." My cock felt like it was going to explode as her tongue licked my head rapidly.

I looked at the photo of him coming in her mouth and asked, "Do you like it when he fills your mouth like that?"

"Oh yes," she moaned, "his cock spurts so much I can't ever swallow it all."

I couldn't take any more and quickly undressed and spread her legs wide for me. As we fucked, she told me she would go into Steve's office each afternoon and undress and suck his cock while he took pictures of her. "Has his big cock been in your sweet cunt, too?" I groaned.

"Yes, he likes to fuck me on his desk," she said. "Sometimes I pull off my panties and stand in front of the windows in his office that overlook the street," she continued, "Then he takes out his cock and rubs it all over my pussy lips until it gets real hard. He pushes it in my cunt from behind and fucks me as we watch cars and people go by." I couldn't take it anymore and exploded deep in her wet slit.

The next day, as Rachel left for work, she said, "Since you liked those pictures so much, I'll get some more for you today." I took the envelope with me to work and looked at them every chance I got. My cock was hard the whole day. I rushed home from work, needing relief.

Rachel came in soon after me. She gave me a wet French kiss and said, "Steve was so excited that you knew about us that he called me into his office at noon, and we fucked for over an hour. At five o'clock, I went in his office and locked the door, I stripped and knelt before him, sucking him until he was hard. He sat in his desk chair and I straddled him, riding him all the way to orgasm as he sucked my tits. I came three times before we finished, and I'm still hot. I want you to fuck me now, baby."

We quickly undressed each other and jumped into bed. We got into a 69 position and I could taste and smell Steve's come all over her cunt. "Go ahead and eat it, baby." she purred. "I kept it juicy just for you." I plunged my tongue into her. The sweet smell of sex filled my nostrils as I lapped at her clit. She sat on my face, and I licked up the combined love juices that ran down her thighs. We were more excited than we had been the whole time we'd been together.

Rachel rolled off me and onto her back. I plunged my stiff cock into her. She reached into her purse on the night table and took out another envelope of photographs. As I slowly fucked her, she showed me one picture at a time. These were full-figure photos, not just of Rachel with Steve's dick in her mouth. The first one showed Rachel entering his office with a book in her hand. In the second one, Steve had pushed himself away from his desk and had his big cock and hairy balls in his hand as he jerked himself off. The photo story continued, with Rachel going down on him again. After numerous close-ups of her cock-sucking technique, she had removed all her clothes and gotten on top of the desk. Next, there was a shot of her with her legs wrapped around Steve's waist. After a few more photos, I could see that he was inside her right up to his balls. In one steamy shot, he grabbed her tits with both hands as he fucked her.

"You must really like his big dick," I groaned as I pounded her pussy.

"Not as much as yours," Rachel answered.

Our sex life has been amazing ever since. Rachel keeps on bringing me the photos of her and Steve, and each night erupts into another steamy sex session.



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He was sitting at table in the outdoor cafe in Manhattan's Bryant Park, busily reading something, his iPhone set neatly on the table. He had no coffee as of yet, which indicated he was being a gentleman and waiting for me to arrive before ordering. But he was reading, which indicated he was just fine on his own in the event I didn't show up. Oh this was not his first rodeo. I checked the picture Sophie Anne had texted me (it was she who was playing matchmaker) to make sure I had the right guy. Yup, it was him, all right. Smoothing my floral empire waist dress over my ample hips, I approached. Sophie Anne, a trickster since our high school days, had not told me his name, and I didn't know if she had told him mine. Oh, she thought she was so funny. What to say.

"Good afternoon," I said, "I believe we're here at the whim of one Sophie Anne." I smiled.

"Yes," he said, in English that had a German accent to it, "please sit. I'm Otto." He put his book down and looked at me.

"Nice to meet you, Otto. I'm Cara."

"Cara is Italian name."

"Yes," I said, "I was born here, but my grandparents were from south Italy."

"So you are southern girl," he smiled.

"If you like." I wondered if he knew that his name, Otto meant "eight" in Italian. What's more, I wondered if Otto lived up to his name below the waist.

"Coffee, Cara Mia?"

"Espresso, and very good, you know how to say 'my dear' in Italian." Otto signaled the waiter and ordered espresso for both of us. I loved that he ordered for me. I sat patiently while he offered me sugar and Anisette for the espresso, neither of which I took...I'm sort of a purist in that I think espresso doesn't need sugar or Anisette, or God forbid, milk. He took Anisette in his, but I didn't begrudge him that. He looked too damn good, wearing the hell out of that custom tailored suit like he was. "Would you mind terribly if I smoke?" I asked once our espresso was fixed.

"You want to do something socially tabu with your gorgeous mouth," he said, "go right ahead." I looked at him, half-surprised, because that is so not the response I get when I ask people if they mind if I smoke. But he appeared to be serious. With that tacit permission, I fished a pack of Dunhill reds out of my purse, took one out, and lit up.

"Thank you," I said between long, lazy puffs, "coffee and cigarette just go together, y'know?"

"I never thought about it," he said, "but when you say it you make it seem the most natural thing in the world."

"Well thank you. So what do you do?"

"Sophie Anne didn't tell you," he said, "she really does like to surprise people."

"That she does."

"Well I won't give away my secret so easily," he sipped espresso, "there's no fun in that. I want for you to guess what I do."

"OK," I said, "this should be interesting. Do I get any hints at all?"

"No!" With that, he grabbed the book he'd been reading before I arrived and put it in his attaché case.

"Oh please, that book is in German and I can't read German," I said.

"Point to you," he smiled, "you've been observant this whole time. I like that. But no, I'll say nothing to give it away."

"It's OK," I said, putting out my cigarette, "you don't have to say anything. I can read your body."

"Oh really," he said, "do it."

"May I start with your suit? It's custom tailored, isn't it. The Wall Street contingency don't know from style like that, so you're not one of them. The Madison Avenue advertising creeps go in for flashy crap, you have taste."

"Very well. I concede that I am neither a stock broker nor an advertising executive."

"Thank you. Moving on," I sipped more espresso, "there's your demeanor, your countenance, as it were. You appear far too serious to be involved in the entertainment industry, so I venture to guess that you're neither an event planner, a promoter, or an entertainment lawyer."

"Once again, you are correct, Cara Mia."

"And you're definitely not in real estate," I said, "your iPhone, though you have it set out, hasn't rung, beeped, or buzzed once."

"I am not in real estate. But," he grinned," the game was for you to guess what I do, not what I don't do.

"I'm getting to that," I laughed, "it's a process."

"What process?"

"Process of elimination."

"You have no idea what I do," he said. "Admit defeat."

"I...yeah, I admit it, I'm clueless."

Very well, I will tell you." He leaned across the table and whispered, "I'm photographer."

At that my mouth hung open. A photographer.

"So you," I said, attempting to not lose my shit, "you spend all day with fashion models, what's that like?" In my mind, I knew what it was like...they were tall and thin, and short, fat me didn't stand a chance against them.

"Fashion models? What, you think every photographer works for Seventeen Magazine." He scrunched up his face. "So commercial."

"Well I'm heartily sorry," I said, "what sort of photographs do you take?"

"Art photographs," he said, "the only kind worth taking. If you like," he continued, "after coffee we can go back to my place and I can show you my work."

"We could do that," I said, knowing full well that 'show me his work' was a euphemism for fuck me. "We should do that," I said, letting him know I wanted to fuck him too.

We finished our espresso and I let Otto hustle me into a cab. His place was in Murray Hill. He somehow had the whole third floor of an old warehouse building that had been converted to apartments. I didn't ask how he managed to have an entire floor. I sat down on a black leather sofa and slipped my shoes off.

"Are you the barefoot contessa?" He asked, seeing me remove my shoes.

"I love the idea of high heels," I said, "the look of them, the extra height they give me."

"But they murder your feet, no?"

"They murder my feet," I conceded. "You just know everything."

"So put your feet up," he suggested, "I will go and get some of my portfolio." I put my feet up...yeah, he didn't need to tell me twice, and he went to get a black, leather-bound portfolio. He returned to lift up my feet, sit on the couch, and place my feet in his lap. Then he handed me the portfolio. "Have a look," he said. The first picture was of a woman in a riding outfit, straddling a man who was nude except for a leather saddle.

"Ohhhh," I said, "this is...I see what you mean about not being a commercial photographer."

"Do you like?"

"Well it's a gorgeous photo, Otto," I said, "I can really see power and control in her eyes."

"So you do understand," he said, starting to rub my feet, "I captured her true essence." He kept rubbing my feet and I looked at more pictures. The whole album was the pony play couple. The Mistress grooming her pony, feeding him, riding him hard, using a leather riding crop on him. By the time I finished looking at the album, Otto had moved from my feet to my calves.

"You do beautiful work," I said.

"I'm glad you like," he said, "because I would like to photograph you, Cara Mia."

"Photograph me," I said, "that's a generous offer. But I'm no Mistress."

"You don't have to be," he said, "in fact, I don't want a Mistress."

"Well what do you want?"

"I like submissive girls," he said, "I photographed the Mistress with her pony because it was a job. But my real passion is submissive girls."

"So you're a Dominant," I smiled. Sophie Anne had told me that, of course, but I still needed to hear the man say it.

"Oh yes," he said, "through and through."

"So what you want is to play...to play and take photographs." He nodded. 

"You have hard limits?" He asked.

"I do. No children, no animals, no brown showers, no knife play, no fire play."

"The golden showers?"

"Golden showers are fine, it's the brown that are verboten."

"Anal?"

You wanna knock at my back door," I smiled, "I'll let you in."

"It goes without saying that I wear a condom," he announced.

"Agreed."

In the bedroom there were a few cameras set up on tripods. Otto meant to photograph me, us, from a number of angles. He bade me take off my dress, my bra and girdle...I never wear panties, and I didn't bother with stockings on such a hot day. He went to a closet and pulled out what appeared to be a German milkmaid outfit, complete with underbust corset.

"Whoa," I said, upon seeing the outfit, "I was not expecting to play dress up. I hope it fits."

"I'll help you," he said. And he did, he helped me into the outfit, and it's a good thing he did...I would never have figured out how to lace up that corset. But I gotta say, it held in my stomach and my boobs looked amazing. "Look at your kegs in this," he said, whistling. I looked to see where he was staring...at my breasts, duh, to figure out what he meant by "kegs". Must be a German expression. Next he took my hair out of the ponytail I always have it in, combed it, parted it, and restyled it in two braids. Were I blonde, I would have been Heidi.

He had me sit on the bed and told me to look "demure". I did my best, while he snapped picture after picture. I raised my chin, lowered my eyes, looked this way. Then he arranged all the cameras on timers. He removed his suit jacket and tie, took his shoes off, unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his shirt, and joined me on the bed.

"Do you have a kiss for Daddy?"

I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the mouth, thinking yes, he's an age player. He grabbed my face with both hands, kissing me hard. My fingers moved to unbutton his shirt more, but he slapped them away. "No, no, girl," he said, "not until I say." Being a good girl, I stayed away from those buttons and let him set the pace. I kept hearing the cameras' flashes going off around us, but soon that became just another part of the scene. Next thing I knew we were laying down, the top of my milkmaid outfit pulled down so Daddy could get at my "kegs". He pinched, bit, and sucked hungrily at them while I moaned. He sat up, my bare breasts exposed to the cameras, and unbuttoned his own shirt to reveal a shock of dark chest hair.

"Oh thank god," I moaned.

"Thank god what," he said.

"You have your original body hair. I hate when men remove it."

He undid my corset, tore at the rest of the outfit to get it off me. He still had pants on, but the bulge in them said they wouldn't stay on for long.

He muttered something in German and I looked at him like he had four heads. "What?"

"I said, turn over, Cara Mia, on your hands and knees." I got on all fours as another camera flash went off. "Ohhhhhh, baby, that's it," he said, "what a view." When he said 'what a view' he was kneeling behind me, naked from the waist up, so technically it was the view from the back of my ass. "You're naughty girl," he said, putting his left hand on the small of my back, "and naughty girls get spanking."

"Yes, Daddy." I said.

"I want you to count them out with me."

"Yes Daddy." He spanked my ass and I shouted "ONE!" I heard him shout out something in German, I guess the German word for "one". He kept spanking me, I kept calling them out. All in all, he gifted me with ten sharp, stinging spankings, all on my ass. My ass felt like it was on fire, and I'm sure it was as red as a baboon's.

"Good girl," he said, after the tenth one, "so good." He kissed both my ass cheeks. "You look good with a red bottom. He moved, I felt him getting off the bed.

"No, don't leave me!" I wailed like a helpless child.

"Leave?" He sounded surprised, and I heard a drawer open. "No, baby, I'm just getting some cream to put for your bottom. Don't move." He got back on the bed, kneeling behind me once again, and I felt him touch my ass again. But he wasn't spanking this time, now he was tenderly rubbing cream that seemed to put out the fire on my ass flesh. "How's that, baby?"

"Better, Daddy. Thank you."

All done with the cream, he kissed the small of my back. Something inside me jumped...that was new.

"Lay down on your tummy," he said, "I want to use your gorgeous ass." Without a word, I got down on my tummy. I heard him unzip his pants to let his member out. Then I heard him rip open the wrapper of a condom with his teeth. Goddamn, he was ready already. He gently pushed my ass cheeks askew and said "Don't worry, I'll go slow."

And then he was on me and in me. Kissing my neck, making sweet love to my ass. I'd known spankings before, but if you'd told me it was possible to experience spankings and such tenderness with the same person, I would've said you lie. Now I know better. In that bedroom with Otto, I found out that a man can be tough and tender all at once.

After, as I lay naked on my back, legs splayed open, smoking and looking up at the ceiling, I asked "So do you think you got any good pictures?"

"How could I not," he said, lying beside me, "you're gorgeous. But I want you to know I'm not gonna show today's pictures in a gallery or shop them around to a magazine."

"Why not?"

"Because they're just for me," he said, "and I really hope you'll be just for me."

I turned on my side, propping myself up on my elbow. "Are you-"

"You don't have to decide right now," he said soothingly, "I know we've only just met. But I am telling you that I want to be for you the one who protects, who cherishes, who does for you. The only one. You will answer me yes or no when you are ready, not a minute sooner, I know this, and I don't intend to push you. Only to make sure you know what it is I offer you." With that, he pulled me close to him. I snuggled close and let him hold me. It felt good. I didn't have to decide right now, and I didn't know yet if it would be forever or just for today. All I knew was it was a beautiful beginning.



Picture This



Sally sat in the shaded area of the sidewalk café. The heat had her feeling drained she admitted to herself. This trip west had been a disaster from start to and, she cringed at the thought the finish was only two days away. Then it was home again. Mentally she shrugged. At least she could say she had been to California. However, she was not impressed at all. Too hot and too way out for her. Not to mention too let down too. 

She took another sip of her chilled iced fresh orange juice. The bastard. The fake blonde all lying Californian bastard. To lead her on.. "Sorry honey I never thought you would actually…" Ach, she stopped that circling train of thought. She was here, and determined to make something of it, to get some benefit from her hard earned cash.

She looked down the street to her left, idly watching the so unfamiliar traffic lights cycle straight from red to green, the unfamiliar everything she was observing. Even rain would be a nice change from the unremitting and to her still unfamiliar sun. She chuckled to herself, from a Scot that was quite an admission. The smell of exhaust fumes tickled her nostrils, making her wonder about the pollution levels. Wafts of fresh bread smells teased her taste buds in counterpoint.

Sally turned and looked the other way. There was a tall blonde girl striding towards her. How very all American the girl looked, her white mini skirt swinging with the rhythm of her long tanned thighs. Something was odd about this girl? Then her skirt flew up with the updraft from a sidewalk vent belonging to the bakery two stores up the street. The blonde was blonde right enough. A real blonde, or Sally thought with a mental giggle, she was dyeing high and low. Hurriedly she ended her Marilyn Monroe scene flushing at her display. She wore a woven cane shoulder bag and as she strode barefooted past, Sally saw the dress was neatly caught on the bag exposing her twinkling cheeks to all. She grabbed her camera and took a swift shot.

Then Sally spotted the anomaly that had caught her attention in the first place. On the girl's shoulder was a lizard. It turned it's head and displayed a scarlet frill then stuck out it's tongue at her. Sally laughed aloud and the girl turned to look back at her. Their eyes met and Sally had to, just had to say.

"Excuse me?" The girl paused. "Your skirt is rather caught in your bag. I'm afraid you're showing a bit more than you planned?"

The blonde laughed. Felt behind her and sorted her mini with a swift flick of her hand. 

"Hey, thanks hon, that was real kind of you. That's some accent you have. Not from about here, I guess then?"

"That's right. I'm not from here at all." Sally agreed. She was fed up of the usual ensuing conversations when she revealed her homeland. The blonde settled the lizard with a swift kiss and took the vacant chair at Sally's table.

"Hey, I hope you don't mind, but Lizzie here is thirsty I guess, and so am I. All right if we join you and perhaps I can get you another juice for your kindness to my ass." She grinned engagingly, showing perfect teeth to Sally. She leant forward offering her hand. "I'm Sonia and this is Lizzie, pleased to meet you hon, you're? The question hung for a moment, on the still, shimmering air.

Sally took the offered hand and shook gently. "Sally is I." 

Sonia ordered a juice and a glass of water from the arriving waitress, who took a backward step when she saw Sonia's pet.

"'Tis cool lady, Lizzie knows her manners. No ice for her though please. She don't like it." Turning to Sally as the waitress in some confusion left. "Now where in the world are you from. Let's see. Red hair, very pale, don't like the heat or the sun either huh. The hat says that." Nodding at Sally's broad brimmed straw hat. As Sally offered to speak. "Hey chill here, let me see if I can get this worked out. Hmm, okay I got it. You're Irish yes?"

Sally laughed. "Very close indeed, but I'm from Scotland not Ireland. Though on the evidence you are very nearly right and physically some Irish girls are just like me. So very good indeed, a clever piece of deduction."

Sonia grinned happily. "Well thank you, thanks a lot. Ah. Thank you," Said to the waitress who arrived with the drinks.

"You on a trip are you?" she toasted Sally with her glass. "Over to see the young country?"

Sally shook her head. "No, I came over to meet some net friends, and well it has been a bittie odd. Some good stuff and some not so.. " 

Sonia looked deeply impressed. ""Hell, all this way just to meet some internet folks? Wow. That's so brave. I mean I have friends all over but I never thought enough of them to go intercontinental visiting."

Sally grinned back at her. "Well, now I might agree with you. This has been a bit of a disaster." 

"Oh, now hon, how come? Sonia was disconcerted. She had no wish to get involved but her curiosity prompted her to inquire. Lizzie hissed, feeling the emotions.

"Oh just the usual a lying man, what else. He seemed so lovely and turned out to be a rat. Oh, all this way for nothing." She sniffed.

"There's no shortage of those for sure honey is there?"

"No, there are more than enough to go round. I've had more than my fair share I can tell you and this kissing frogs thing is just male propaganda let me tell you."

Giggling Sonia nodded agreement. "For sure hon, for sure. So your guys are as bad as ours huh?"

"Seemingly yes."

"Men, who needs them," she sighed. "What do you do like for a job. Must be a good one to come this far."

"I write about travel and illustrate my own work you know for magazines and stuff. Which is why I was tempted to come this far as I thought I could mix some pleasure and business, but so far it's neither."

"You take pictures: do you now." Sonia looked thoughtful. " Can I ask you something?

"If you want but there's no guarantee I'll answer. Sally tried to lighten things.

"Okay, sure but I want some pics taken and that is a digital camera you have ain't it? Cos if it is it would solve a bunch of problems for me. If you have the time that is?

"What pics do you want taken and have you a computer? My soft ware is just installed in my laptop you see. Could be a hassle that."

"No problem. If you can take them and zip them and just send them to my addy then we are up and running."

Sally nodded seeing the sense in the plan. "Yeah that’s nae bother as we say but what pics do you want taken?"

Sonia grinned at her cheerfully. "Me, all of me. Is all. For a dear friend who has been asking for long enough. This is too good a chance to miss. Here you are, a stranger, a friendly one too and just passing through with all the kit. It's perfect and saves all the troubles I've been worrying about. It's just perfect."

"Just hold on a minute here, I haven't' said anything about taking any pics yet and I am not really following you here. Are you saying you want me to shoot you umm bare?"

"Yeah, totally bare ass nude." Hurriedly she added, "I'm not bad looking and you won't mind will you?"

"Well, I really don't know about this." Although she was tempted. She knew she was. There was something a bit naughty about all of this and she was reacting to it too. There had been that time at that party. She drifted off in her thoughts only for Sonia to yank her back.

"Oh, come on do it for the hell of it. And hey? I don't swing that way so it's like safe okay?"

"Okay, yes I will. But where? You live about here somewhere?"

“Yep just a block a ways down here. And I do not mug my friends.” Said with a grin, a broad twinkling one that lit her pretty face. 

Charmed against her better judgement Sally smiled gently back. The clap of her delighted hands bothered Lizzie who hissed her/his disquiet. The pretty frill extended yet again, to shimmer in the sun.

After a moment she decided what the hell this was an adventure and she had always had a hankering to film a girl, she thought feminine curves so much more intriguing than the males abruptness. 

“Okay, you’re on. This is totally mad and I have my flight to catch tomorrow but yep: lets do it.” 

Sonia smiled. “Well thanks hon this is really good of you. Look, can I treat you to a meal in exchange? Some real get down low cooking? Are you booked for this evening at all?”

“No, I am rather unbooked actually.”

“All right, all right, lets go.” Standing up she fished in her purse and left a bill on the table. “K Lizzie, hang tight girl, you ready Sally? It’s just down here a ways.”

That turned out to be as she had promised just a block. Then Sally was guided into a very plush looking block of flats indeed. Her vague fears receded further. This was very stylish indeed. There was an elevator for the four floor block and they arrived at the top floor smoothly. Sonia guided her to the only door. 

“This is my pad whilst I’m here. Throwing open the door she added and it’s rather cool.”

Literally cool it certainly was, décor wise it was hot. Oranges and yellows burst on her eyes as she surveyed the space. Space that was the word, talk about open plan, sheesh this defined it and took it to the limits. Everything was open, bar now what in hell was that. It looked like a stainless steel ring, that the builders had carelessly left behind. The scents teased her. She sniffed analyzing. Ah, that was beeswax polish for sure, that was a tint of skincare lotion or oil and there was something else, she sniffed again, shook her head and opening her eyes that she had unconsciously closed she yelped. Lizzie was on her blouse studying her. So that was the odd smell it was the lizard. She giggled and handed the little creature back to Sonia. 

“Sorry she gave me a start there, I was trying to sort out the various scents, this smells just lovely. I love smells. Sort of a hobby: sorry.”

Sonia giggled. “Okay, and thanks and there are a lot of scents here aren’t there. Anything nasty? No? Great. Now let me show you this. I saw you wonder, it’s the bathroom. Come and look, it’s so cool. Really it is. She caught Sally by the hand and escorted her to the mirrored steel. A door wooshed open making Sally jump. Inside was a huge shower and next to it a toilet and lavish hand basin. To Sally’s astonishment Sonia whipped off her dress and standing straddled over the toilet, used her hand to guide her urine neatly into the bowl. She turned round to Sally grinning. 

“Neat trick huh?” I’m neater than some guys let me tell you. Not that is really saying so much.” She giggled. Sally half smiled. Looking at the neat tanned figure in front of her and none too sure of what was going on. Something was that much she did know. Yet she felt vaguely, what? She was something that she knew for sure.

Sonia snaked a hand into the shower did something and the roar of water sounded, beating with some force against the walls of the cubicle. 

“Hey, get stripped and lets shower. This is one hell of a thing.” 

Sally was quite sure it was but she was equally sure a shower was for one.

“Err, no thanks, I’ll wait for you, and then have one if you don’t mind?”

Shrugging Sonia opened a sliding door and vanished into the steam. Though the image of the neat breasts shrugging at her stayed with Sally for a long moment. Her panties felt very tight indeed. She took stock and admitted the situation was getting to her and she wouldn’t actually mind if she was honest. Hey this is my adventure damnit. She undressed, knocked on the door and asked,

“Room for another? A shy one?

“Hell girl come on in.” Was the unsurprising answer from the interior. Sally eased the door to her right and gaped at the multitude of water jets which at that point all seemed aimed at her. 

“Shit come in before we flood and sink.” Sally stepped over the sill and shut the door as instructed. Sonia was soaping her thighs, and nodded to the array of bottles of various sizes and shapes sitting on a shelf. “Help your self and get washing, some shower huh?” 

A seemingly roving jet of water caught Sally’s face before she could utter a word. Half blinded her foot slipped, she tottered, staggered and found herself against firm flesh. 

“Got you,” she heard and then. “God what dinky tits!” Sally felt herself flush. Her neatness as she thought of her boobs was a long standing bother to her. Then Sonia continued oblivious, “mine are small too and thank goodness, hey girl when we are getting on a bit we will still be up there and the others will be navel beating.” She giggled. “You okay now?” Sally nodded, not sure at all if she was or not, but she had her balance and that was a good start. 

“Hon? Do me a favour please? Can you scrub my feet, the darn side walks are black. So’s my tootsies. “ 

Sally nodded and took hold of the proffered left foot. She surveyed the bristled implements and found a familiar looking nail brush, the kind your hand fits into. The foot was in fact black. Soaping up the brush she took a firm grip or the ankle and set to. There was a shriek at the first rub and a wild cavorting of jerking flesh ending in Sally on top of Sonia under the deluge on the shower floor. Sally began to laugh. The daftness of it all suddenly hit her and she guffawed. As she laughed and Sonia joined in she was suddenly aware of how nice Sonia felt against her. They got themselves sorted out and ascertained there were no hurts. The tickly feet were dealt with, Sonia showing her how a firm pressure was not tickly at all. 

Outside there were huge fluffy towels to dry with and then it was to the kitchen area for coffee. Sitting at the breakfast bar in sensuous white raw silk robes the scent of fresh perking coffee filled the apartment. Sally idly surveyed the open space with a sense of something not quite right. Ah, that was it. 

“Where’s the bedroom? I mean this is fully open plan isn’t it, I mean without actually measuring this looks like it’s the whole floor.”

Sonia grinned.” Ah ah, you want to see my bedroom do you. Well it is literally done with mirrors. You are not seeing the whole thing you see, you are just being fooled by those so reliable eyes. I use this a lot, for the simple reason it works. She giggled, “want a look? “

They walked across the polished floor and where it seemed to go on suddenly they were reflected in the wall. Sally frowned and saw her frown in the mirror. She took two paces back and vanished. She shook her head and thought for a moment. She looked up and there was the answer, another mirror casting an image of the floor onto the wall. 

“Ah, clever, very clever, so until one is inside the range as it were the image remains unchanged. Very very neat. “

Sonia mock bowed, “thank you my dear, it is not that original actually, but it works, and here we are, my boudoir.” She reached out and opened a door ushering Sally through. The room was lined in pine, a golden honey coloured wood. The contrast was immense and Sally gasped. The far wall was all glass, with a view down the valley to die for. The bed was situated to favour the view of course, with it’s headboard against the wooden wall and the foot facing the glass. Sonia smiled as Sally gaped. 

“I’m an architect hon, and this is mine. “If I say so myself it works pretty well. The glass is one way of course and actually, I really get a kick from standing there nude watching the world, knowing it can’t see me.“ She giggled. 

“Now the coffee is ready and how about these pictures, any thoughts? Apart from posing me at the window as that is too good a clue. But the bed maybe?” She collapsed languidly back on to the silk sheet that was the only cover on the bed and posed dramatically. Sally laughed then frowned. “What?” Sonia enquired. 

“The light, it’s too bright for the camera I think.”

“Oh, is that all,” she giggled again loving being able to show off her tricks. She fiddled with something on the bedside table and the light subtly dimmed. “Okay now? More?”

Sally just looked, then barked, “just don’t move. She went to the other living space and returned in seconds with her camera, She began to snap. Turn, yes like that, now more now, wait. “Excuse me”, and she moved the robe, “ah better.” 

“Pretty bottom”, and on she went until “robe off, lie back, good, open, good, wider, legs I mean you clown, open them, good. And now, do you want your bottom too? K, roll over, head down, kneel. Come on you know, like your ready for it, open more, spread it, come on, oh god you are ready ain’t you though? Click. Silence. Though the smell of a randy woman filled the silence eloquently. Sally had to admit to herself the scents of two randy women. She was she realized very turned on herself especially when Sonia had rolled over to display her bottom for her.

Sonia held out a hand. “Join me. Please?” Sally took step then paused.

Accusingly she said. “You said you didn’t swing this way.” 

Sonia grinned “I said I didn’t swing that way. How you interpret that is entirely up to you, now..” She smoothly moved towards Sally caught her wrist and pulled her gently towards her. The pressure was resistible if Sally wanted but suddenly she was quite happy to be kissing this wild lady. And she thought Sonia did taste and smell rather rather lovely. 

“Ooh” as a hand slid rippling down her back. “OW” as her bottom was spanked. “What was that for?” 

“For being a liar” You’ve kissed a girl before. “Ah ah, don’t lie again, or I will spank you. You have, I know you have. Come on tell. Snuggle in here and let me do this while you tell me all.” An arm snaked around Sally and the other moved her and urged her into position so she was lying against Sonia, but with her thighs splayed so a very knowledgeable set of fingers could play. 

“This happened a long time ago when I was horse daft. Did you ever go that route? No? Ah well it’s a thing a lot of Scots girls go through, sort of pre puberty and through it. It’s the thrill and the control I suppose, this bloody great male as mostly its geldings or stallions the girls go for, doing as you tell it while your body is doing it’s own thing whether you want it to or not. You with me?” Sonia murmured she was, stirred, reached and the light level dimmed further, giving a more appropriate intimacy to the room. “Well I took a hell of a fall one afternoon. There was only me and Jane there and she picked me up and got me inside to take a look at my leg. She owned the place or ran it for her mother. Well, then she said I had strained a tendon which actually I had and she said a very hot bath was the thing. Whilst I was in the bath she came in and “helped me” well I wasn’t daft and I had ‘been there’ myself a few times, you know frigging off and well I was quite willing. I had a bit of a crush on her anyway and she was pretty in a quiet way. And she had this lovely quiet reassuring manner, the horses she could quiet down, to see her do it was amazing. Anyway, from the bath she helped me out, and then she dried me of, and well we both knew at that point you know. Anyway she suggested a little lie down and that’s when it got, well, interesting. The odd thing was she wanted nothing for herself you know? She just wanted to touch me, to please me. In that respect it was a little odd, and a shame as I so wanted at the time to please her, to well you know…” her voice trailed off into Sonia’s shoulder.

She turned her head and found Sonia’s lips, where she nibbled, entreated with her tongue and was given entry. Gently, so very gently they explored the others mouth, knowing now there was no hurry, no headlong thrusting charge, instead a gentle beginning. Sally carefully wriggled around turning so she could use at least one hand. She cupped a dainty breast finding the tip hardened and ready. A hand found hers telling her that she was as ready if not more so. They gently squirmed against the other and with exploring hands found wet flesh, ardent cunny.




Picture This



Sonia lazily turned, slid herself a foot down the bed and took hold of Sally’s left breast in her mouth. To Sally’s delight the tongue felt delightful, stroking her breast and nipple so delicately yet arousing her tremendously. Sally sighed with the pleasure then objected gently. 

“Sonia? Sonia, I want to play too. So not like this please this is too Jane like. I want to have you too. Come back up here and turn about to let me get to you.” With a delighted giggle Sonia duly turned about and poised herself above Sally. 

There it all was, right in front of her or rather above her. She reached gingerly up and spread the wet flesh a touch, and ah, yes that was definitely it. She slid her hands around and pressed down on the tight buttocks, Sonia obeyed, lowering herself gently until she met the tongue awaiting her. She shuddered, then sought with her own Sally’s luscious aromatic crease.

Comfortable in their positions they settled to their licking. Sally felt the familiar rising sensation of her pleasure. She wanted to wriggle to squirm and with difficulty restrained her hips. Warm hands explored her bottom and gripped her firm cheeks, both restraining her and moving her on the eager tongue. Ah, but that was so good, so bloody good and oh! A finger arrived in her cunny as her little clit was tongued. The finger squirmed for a moment then left again. It made it’s presence known a moment later at her nether mouth, pressing wriggling. She jerked as a nail nipped her. A pause then the urgent whisper, “hon push out for me, let me in.” she did and the deliciously naughty finger worked slowly into her bottom. This was new, this was wriggly itchy, then the feeling became intense all joined in with the pleasure. She set to her licking again, then began to slip the little nodule in and out of her lips, her firmly set lips. There was a gasp from Sonia, she increased the pressure and the speed a little, to find she was being repaid. Her orgasm was just there, just awaiting her arrival, and umph yes, there it was, oh me, oh yes, she shuddered, quivering in the eager grasp of Sonia’s arms.

She lay back for a moment, catching her breath. Little tremors rollicking round her nerves catching her unawares. Sonia cuddled her gentling her, making her feel so secure. She sighed and then caught herself. She rearranged herself so as to kiss a willing Sonia. 

“May I?” She felt gently between Sonia’s thighs and found the clit again. “Ah, here it is, my wee friend, now let’s see.” She stroked around it, not touching the so sensitive flesh. “Like this? Ah, that’s a yes is it?” To the semi purr from Sonia, “okay, and more like this,” as she circled nearer and nearer. As the responses became more emphatic she changed to the direct stroking, feather light at first then increasing her pressure and slowly, Sonia lifted her hips, urging her on.

Sally obliged, increasing the speed and pressure until she was strumming the little organ vigorously. Sonia was breathing heavily, and began to pant then to gasp and then went very quiet. Sally felt Sonia strain, go ridged and then she wailed, Ohhhh and shook violently. The moment stretched seemingly for ever, until she groaned and went limp. Sally whistled quietly to herself. She had never seen another real female orgasm before and that had seemed a beauty. A sweaty face kissed her deeply, damp arms cuddled her, and they lay together quietly.

Sally woke. Disoriented she looked for a clock, and relaxed remembering where she was and with whom. The clock said mid evening and she slid gently out of the bed trying not to disturb Sonia, who in her sleep had rolled over to the far side. She tiptoed out of the room into the living space and by the evening light made her way to the “turret” as she had mentally nicknamed the “bathroom” facility. She sat on the toilet seat and blissfully peed. What a turn-up for the books she mused, never in her wildest dreams had she ever even thought of things turning out like this. She felt oddly content though, comfortable even if she was all adrift from her usual moorings. She smiled at her nautical thoughts, she hadn’t been sailing for years. 

Footsteps padded towards her, Sonia appeared looking a little bleary.

“Wow, what a sleep, what a thing. You busy? K.” She slid open the shower door and Sally heard the unmistakable sound of Sonia relieving herself, then the shower turning on. She grinned to herself, flushed and went to join her friend.

“Room for a little one, or two?” she gently quipped as she entered. Sonia grinned at her and leaning through the multi jets, kissed her wetly. 

“Come on in toots, come right on in. What a find you turned out to be. Oh my.”

“Sally kissed back and then began soaping up her hands with a wolfish grin.

“Next on the agenda is the clean up. Turn the water down please. Good. Turn round so I can do your back. Thank you. Don’t bloody wriggle, at least not until I gave you good reason, like this. This being a very soapy hand between Sonia’s legs. “Oh, you like that do you, and this?” As a finger explored a bottom. Ah, I see you do. Whilst you are wriggling you might like to think of food. Hmm? Something I’m sure was said earlier about feeding me?” 

Sonia giggled. “I might have lied.” A meaty spank rang against the stainless steel. “Ouch”, yelped the victim. “I was kidding hon, honest. I’ll call out for food as soon as you dry me off”.

An hour later, Sally was sated. “That was just gorgeous. But what was it? Spicy is all I know right now. “ 

Sonia grinned triumphantly, “that was Malaysian, from a little restaurant just down the block. How do you say it in that understated way of yours? Nae bad is it?”

Sally laughed, “Aye, that’s it okay, ‘jist nae bad’ is how we say it. This wine is gorgeous too, lovely bubbly.” 

They sipped and then downloaded the camera on to Sally’s laptop, thence by mail to Sonia’s PC. 

“Seems a long way round but is easy enough.” Sally stroked Sonia’s hair gently as she studied her poses on the screen. “Sonia? I need to go, I have to get my stuff ready, and it’s a 6 in the morning check in. I really don’t want to but there it is: reality crashes in on life.” 

Sitting on the plane the next day Sally couldn’t think of anything else but Sonia. She had never thought of anyone like this before. She had never felt so relaxed in bed, so comfortable with her emotions. She realized she had been through a life changing experience and wrongly turned her back in haste on something she really needed to explore. She raged at herself for an hour, then gave herself over to resignation.

She disembarked at Heathrow and standing at the baggage reclaim, her name was called on the public address. She made her way to the information desk, and made herself known. Everything went warm and dark as hands covered her eyes. That voice was in her ears again.

“Slowcoach you are, I’ve been here waiting for hours.“

Disbelieving, weeping, she gasped, “Sonia, but how?”

“Concorde darling, now lets get it on.”



Picture This



How to explain the conflicted feelings? Guilt, remorse and overwhelming sexual excitement, knowing that my wife of twenty years had taken a short vacation with a man half her age, giving herself to him with unrestrained passion. 

Maybe a latent masochistic bent made itself apparent in my middle age. Maybe the sexual excitement deflects the pain. Whatever it is, it's a confusion of emotion that I cannot honestly say was unexpected. But I guess I should start at the beginning.......

My wife Elena, is 45 years of age and I am 50. We met when she was 23 and I was 28. The sexual spark between us was always strong then, and probably the main force that kept us together during some rocky times in the relationship. Elena is of Italian descent, 5' 91/2" tall, slender, delicately-boned, long-legged, with full 34 DD breasts (nipples pointing up), perfect golden-olive skin, and those Italian womanly hips that a man instinctively lusts after. Her long dark-brown hair has some color help now, but it is still one of her best features. Her best facial feature are her eyes, which are huge almond-shaped, doe eyes. Honestly, the most frequent visual comparison people made with her has always been the young Sophia Loren. But she also shares some of the same hot-blooded temperament that Sophia displayed in so many movies. And therein lies part of the problem.

Over the years, Elena has blossomed even more beautifully than her youth, and she has always been conscious of it, to the point where the focus has primarily become spending on anything that makes her feel young or good. Over the 20 years, we have had bitter fights over money, as I don't earn quite enough to fully support her in the custom she requires. In fact, she earns more than I do in her position as a business manager in computing firm, which makes it difficult for me to tell her not spend money like a drunken sailor. There have been tough times trying to keep a budget, and our debt never seems to diminish. Through it all, we have always remained faithful to each other, although I know we both have had many opportunities for affairs. 

In the last few years , I have found that although I still love her and find her extremely alluring, my sex drive and attention to her needs has tapered off. Part of the blame goes to anti-depressants I have been taking since learning in one of our marriage counseling sessions that I am clinically depressed - they really seem to take libido away. This has been one of her major complaints the past few years. She has always loved sex and required a good deal more of it than I could handle at times. But lately the frequency has dropped off to less than once a week, and when she isn't getting fucked regularly, she is not happy.

Through all this, I found myself fanticizing more and more about her fucking another man. It probably helped in some way with my libido, as I don't have any fetishes, and this seemed to always help. We have fucked and sucked in every possible way, but she has lines which it seems she will never cross. I brought the other-man idea up a few times during sex, but she always seemed against the idea. One time she told me she really didn't see other any men that would turn her on enough to do it. Although it was a compliment to me, my fantasy was basically left at just that.

Anyway, in the last six months or so the situation of arguing over money and the frequency of sex has gone from bad to worse. I think we've resented each other more and more, and I know I've been neglecting her and her feelings - which any man should know is a very dangerous thing.

Well, back to the present. I came home from work Friday and on the kitchen table found a letter from Elena: "Dear Michael, as you know, we've both been very unhappy lately. I have tried connecting with you over the past couple of months but you only seem to push me further away. Our sex life has dwindled to nothing, and though I think I‘ve been very patient and understanding, I just can't take the rejection. I think I'm a beautiful and desirable woman, and plenty of men confirm this to me every day. It's too bad my husband can't feel the same way. So, I ‘ve decided to take a breather from you. I told you about a new programmer named Rick who started work for me a couple of months ago. Well, Rick has been paying me a lot of attention and complements, which is doing my ego a load of good since he's 23 and gorgeous. We‘ve had lunch together a few times and he's always upbeat and positive, such a change from what I'm getting at home. 

Anyway, I've grown very fond of him, and I know the sexual tension between us has become unbearable for us both. We've flirted a lot, but have not so much as even touched each other. Well, I'm changing that. I know you think I left for work this morning but actually l didn't. I've charmed Rick into going away with me for a couple of nights. We'll I tell you I didn't have to twist his arm much. He was concerned about my husband, but I told him you were all for it, that you were into that sort of thing and actually encouraged me. Well, it's rather true isn't it? You've been hinting at me fucking another man for some time now, and as I see it, now is the time. We are leaving tonight for a two night escape, not too far away. I have the hotel reservations and everything planned out. By the way, and here's the best part.....I am bringing along the laptop and Rick is bringing his digital camera with remote control. Ingenious isn't it? Rick and I will be E-mailing you pictures of our little trip for your enjoyment (and mine I must say), and I plan on fucking his cock off! Expect the first tonight. P.S. - I want you to think about what you really want while I'm gone. When I get back, I want you to know if you really want me or not, and if you do, how will things change. Also, there will be absolutely no recourse against Rick. I practically seduced him into it, besides he thinks you don't mind. I'll see you when I'm back in town....E." 

I felt a combination of numbness and as though a scud hit me right between the eyes. But there was also a sexual excitement under it all. The fact that my wife of 20 years, who's body and soul had been mine for so long, would be fucking a young stud was making me dizzy thinking about it. It's so strange, this bittersweet concoction that I seem to thirst for, but pain/pleasure must better than feeling nothing at all. 

I mixed myself a strong bourbon and coke and went inside the bedroom where I got naked, put on my bath robe, and turned on the computer. I logged on and went right to my mail box. There was some spam from earlier in the day. I waited for what seemed forever but at 8:00 there was a message titled "First Batch". It was from Elena. I opened the message and there were 4 attached pictures. The message said "Rick and I are at our hotel. Here are a few pics from earlier in the day. Nothing steamy yet. Thought I'd just set the mood for you. Sweet dreams".

I opened the first picture and it was of Elena and Rick at a restaurant. They were sitting outdoors in a tropical setting. She had on a short slinky dress slit up the side which exposed her long, golden outer thigh. Rick's hand was on it , and she was looking over at him laughing, while he smiled for whoever took the picture. The caption said: "Here we are after arrival, waiting for dinner - Have to keep our energy up! At dinner, Rick ordered champagne! I told him how it makes me do crazy things, and he said "perfect". 

The second pic was of the hotel room, focusing on the bed. It was a suite with an island theme, very classy. The message: Here is where Rick will be fucking me, your beautiful wife. I'm so excited! Are you? The third pic was of Elena more beautiful than ever, in a skimpy teddy outfit posing on the bed. The sheer top exposed her beautiful tits and her legs were slightly spread. She had on a pair of sheer panties through which you could see the crack of her closely shaved pussy. Rick must have loved this view. The caption: "I picked up this little number for Rick. Judging by his cock, I'd say he loves it. The forth pic was Rick laying on the bed wearing only a flimsy thong which barely covered his cock. Elena knows how to pick ‘em. He was dark haired, tanned, handsome, and had a body sculpted like a Greek statue. I could see that his cock, although in the thong, was thick and long, with perfectly formed egg-sized balls underneath. He looked like a young fucking machine, and I knew my wife was ready to drain him all night long for 2 nights. The message: "How do you like Rick? Here he is just before he gets to fuck me. Can't wait to feel how long and hard that thing gets! Ta Ta for now. Expect more tomorrow...and just think of what he's doing with me right now!

My cock was harder than a diamond dildo, but out of spite I didn't touch it. I shut the computer down, made another stiff drink and just listened to music until I fell asleep. I woke up later in the night and my cock was still hard. Still half asleep, I jacked off thinking about Elena and Rick, and shot a huge load all over my chest. 

The next day at work was a blur. It was all I could do to keep my mind on my work. I could only think about my wife and her stud, pictures in my mind of how he would be fucking her in every way, her sucking his big cock and swallowing load after load he pumped down her eager throat. I was hard all day, which probably didn't go unnoticed by a few secretaries around the office. I couldn't wait to get home.

I burst through the door to get to the computer. My hands were shaking as I turned it on and quickly went to fix myself a drink and get out of my work clothes. I clicked on to my E-mail and there it was. The second message from Elena: " Hi, Love. Were still here and loving (or should I say Fucking!) every minute of it. Enjoy! - Gotta get back to Rick. I opened the first picture. Elena was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a nighty. Standing and facing her, Rick was bent over and kissing her neck while his hands fondled her tits. Her hand was in his shorts, pulling out his cock. In the next pic, they were kissing fiercely, while she had his whole cock out in her hand. This was her favorite foreplay with me, passionate kissing while jacking me off, so I knew she was really getting off on this with Rick. Rick was huge. His cock extended a good 4 or 5 inches beyond her fist, and he was rock hard. His heavy balls hung low and looked like they were full of cum for her.

There were other pictures were of her blowing him in different positions. Then there was a close up of her face covered with a quart of his cum and smiling at the camera. There were others of their fucking - her holding his stiff rod and inserting it into her wet pussy, her legs up over his shoulders, then his cock inserted to the hilt with his ball slapped up against her ass. Doggie stlye, as he held her beautiful long hair like reins while her reamed her from the backside, her ass high up to meet his every thrust. Then a close up of her pussy, with his cum draining out and down to her pointing finger.

I was so hot seeing her become this boy's whore, my wife of 20 years being a fuck toy for that young stud, that I stroked my cock while relishing all she was doing. Finally there was an attachment which said "Read This". I opened it and read:

"Dear Michael. These are a few of the highlights since I last wrote. Hope you are enjoying seeing your wife like this. I am having a ball! Rick is such a great lover. When I first saw his 8" cock I was in heaven. It's so thick that it fills my pussy up like yours never could. And he sure knows how to use it. I mean this kid can fuck for hours! I'm a little sore but believe me, it's a good sore! He kept pounding me in every position he could think of, and I mean he is creative! We would have been hanging off the chandeliers if they had any here.

I really loved doggie style the best. He took your wifey like an animal. His cock fucked me so hard felt like it was going to end up in my throat - from behind! And when he came, it was in buckets. My pussy has never been flooded with as much cum as from his pistoning balls. He kept pumping it into me over and over again. We only took breaks to eat a little and so her could drink a lot of water to keep his cum level up! But don't worry dear, I've had a lot of protein too. I've sucked him off many times. I just let him pump into my mouth, feeling his big fat shaft stroking in and out all the way to the back of my throat. And when he's ready to shoot I massage his balls and milk out as much cum as possible. He really shoots off, and I gulp down every burst as it hits my throat. Although that facial shot was for you to see the amount of cum he shoots, and for you to see your wife's face covered with another man's cum. 

I opened myself in every way to him and he took me any way he wanted. He loved the fact that he could fuck another man's wife so freely, and I loved being fuck by his young, stiff meat. Hope you enjoyed these! See you soon. Love, E.

I was jacking myself furiously, until I leaned back and exploded thick streams of cum all over my chest. My cum ran in rivulets down my chest as I shut the computer down, finished my last drink and went to bed.

When Elena eventually came through that door I wanted her more than ever. She glowed, she was radiant. We stared at each other for what seemed like minutes, then I asked "Are you satisfied?." "Yes, very," she answered. I wanted to tell her we had to talk about all this, about our finances, future, etc., but all that was on my mind was fucking her. All I managed to say was"Thanks for making my fantasy come true." "My pleasure" was her response. I walked over to her and she met me halfway. We kissed passionately, my cock rock-hard against her body.

She pressed her pussy against me as I grabbed her ass with both hands. 

We hurried into the bedroom, where I stripped her and began tonguing her hot, moist hole, where Rick's cock had reamed her not long before. She moaned and shook as a first orgasmic wave came over her. I got naked and stroked myself in front of her, "Tell me about Rick." She looked at me soulfully and said, "Rick's cock was so big and full I felt every vein as it slid up and down my cunt. He came in me about a dozen times - in my ass and mouth too. I loved sending you those pics, and I hoped they would have the effect I see they are having."

 I was so hard I couldn't stand it, as she described the feel of another man's cock up in her. How he made her cum when she felt his meat shoot deep inside her, as she squeezed out his man juice from his pumping balls. How he made her fell like a sexually charged, desirable woman when her started jacking off just watching her move in a teddy around the room.

I got on top of Elena and we fucked every which way. I was so hot I emptied my first load into her pussy after only about two minutes. After that, she sucked and fucked me for the next two hours. I took her in every way I saw Rick had fucked her, and I came in her every orifice.

Needless to say, the relationship took a turn after Rick. We've decided that we do want to work everything out, and our sex life has definitely increased since then. We're back to fucking almost every night. I guess it's partly in thanks to Rick. We'll see how things go, but for now, my wife's pussy is mine, my cock is hard, and life is great.



Picture This



My husband and I had talked for some time of having pictures taken of us during our lovemaking. We have taken several pictures of each other while making love but wanted pictures that showed the most intimate moments and even though we had tried, it was awkward to work with a camera and the pictures we did take were blurred or out of focus. After discussing it several times, I agreed to allow his best friend, Mike, take pictures of us.

On the day we had agreed, I prepared dinner for the three of us and we polished off a bottle of wine with our dinner to help us all relax. Even though we had agreed to this, I think we were all a little nervous about what we were going to do. Jeff and Mike had shared a woman before (Mike's ex-wife as a matter of fact) but this was going to be different. For one thing we had planned this to happen where before it was spontaneous and we had all agreed that Mike was only to take pictures but would not be joining into the activities. I was still nervous about the idea of Mike being in the room with us. Jeff and I enjoyed making love with the lights on so we could watch each other's expressions as well as see how our bodies reacted to touches but I wasn't sure I would be able to keep my eyes open to see what Jeff was doing to me and see Mike standing next to me or watching the flash of the camera.

After dinner we all retired to the living room where Jeff and I sat on the couch with Mike sitting in the recliner slightly behind us. Jeff sat with his back against the arm of the couch and I sat between his legs with my back against his chest. As we all chatted and watched a movie, Jeff began massaging my shoulders and neck, pushing his fingers deep into my tense muscles to help me relax. I'm not sure exactly what it is but Jeff is the only man I have ever meet who is able to who is able to excite me with the slightest, most casual or innocent touch. As I lay against him I can feel myself getting wet as his large strong hands rub circular patterns on my shoulders and his thumbs follow my spinal column up my neck under my long light brown hair. I can feel his warm moist breath against my ear as he talks with Mike. 

Soon the hand closest to the couch comes up to caress my ear. Jeff knows how sensitive my ears are and soon I am biting my lip to keep from crying out as my body shivers against him. I am pressing my hips tight against the couch in an effort to keep them from squirming as Jeff continues his sweet torment while keeping up his conversation with Mike. Jeff brings his other arm around the front of me as if he is giving me a hug but his hand cups my breast and he begins stroking his thumb against my nipple. I was unable to hold back a low moan when Jeff pinched the hardening nipple between his fingers.

I decided that two could tease as well so I arched myself away from Jeff long enough to slip a hand between us. I allowed my fingers to gently press against his hardened cock before I squeezed it. My fingers wrapping as far around him as possible through his jeans and stroking up towards the head, then rubbing the palm of my hand across it. Jeff began rocking his hips up to meet my hand and slipped his tongue into my ear.

I could no longer control myself and began rocking my hips to the rhythm of Jeff's thumb against my nipple and his tongue in my ear. My breath was coming faster and I could feel my other nipple stiffening against his arm. I rubbed his cock harder, wanting him to cum with me. Jeff put his hand between us and grabbed mine, pulling it away so I could no longer touch him. Using the hand holding mine, he pushed me away from him so he could stand; grinning down at me he promised he would be right back as I lay down on the couch. 

I tried to make small talk with Mike as I waited for Jeff to come back. There was no way he could miss the way my breath was still coming fast or the way I stumbled over some words as we talked. I could only wonder at what he had seen as Jeff and I sat teasing each other. I was glad I was lying down on the couch because I wasn't sure I could face our friend at this time and began to have serious second thoughts about Mike taking pictures of us.

When Jeff came back into the living room, I started to push myself up but Jeff sat between my legs. I began rubbing his back, neck and shoulders as we talked with Mike and Jeff soon pulled my feet up so that they rested on his lap as he caressed them. I was licking and sucking on Jeff's neck while he continued talking with Mike and stroking my feet. Soon Jeff pulled off my socks and tossed them to the floor so that he could run his fingers over my bare feet and between the toes. 

My toes curled as his fingers stroked over the tops of my feet, then arched as his fingers firmly rubbed across the bottoms. It felt so good when he pushed his fingers between my toes that I couldn't help myself and gasped out loud as my back arched against the arm of the couch and my pussy rubbed on his back. 

I could feel myself getting hotter and wetter from Jeff's caresses and noticed that Mike had fallen silent as he watched our foreplay. When Jeff pulled one of my feet to his mouth so he could suck and nibble on my toes I used my other foot to rub his cock through his jeans as my tongue curled inside his ear.

Jeff pushed the leg of my jeans up so he could caress the back of my knee as he sucked on my toes. I was furiously rubbing the arch of my other foot against the hard bulge under his zipper as my hips rotated, grinding my pussy against his back. My body was shaking with my need to cum and I allowed my head to fall back so that I was looking at Mike upside down almost as he stared at the action we were providing.

I had forgotten that Mike was in the room with us, as he had become so quiet, intent on watching us. I must have stiffened when I saw him and Jeff noticed the change in my attitude because he turned to look at me and saw Mike watching us. Pulling my toes from his hot wet mouth, Jeff licked the arch of my foot and gently bite down on my heel before turning his body slightly so that he was sitting sideways between my wide spread thighs. 

Jeff pulled my face down to his with one of his strong hands on the back of my neck to kiss me. At the first teasing touch of his tongue against my lips, I once again forgot about Mike watching us and turned my attentions to my husband. My arms wrapped around his back, pulling his shirt up so that I could stroke the muscles in his back as our tongues danced together in my mouth. Using the softest of touches, Jeff flicked his tongue over the sensitive roof of my mouth, causing me to moan deep in my throat as my hips once again began squirming against him. The way we were sitting caused the seam of my jeans to press tightly against my clit and I began rocking my body in an effort to make myself cum.

Jeff slid his hand between our bodies and gently cupped my pussy. I broke our kiss with a moan and pulled back so that I could look into his eyes as he softly stroked me. Using the lightest of touches at first, Jeff slipped his hand from my clit down to my ass again and again, each time the caress getting stronger. 

I tried slipping my hand around his shoulder so that I could caress him through his clothing as well but Jeff always gripped my hand and moved it after allowing me a few short strokes. He would do the same thing when I pulled my foot into his lap once more to rub the arch of my foot against his hard cock.

"That feels so good, baby," I moaned to him, as his touch once again got softer. "I love the way you make me feel when you touch me."

"I can feel how hot and wet you are through your pants," Jeff whispered to me as his hand moved up to undo the button on my jeans. As he slid the zipper down, his tongue once again pushed into my mouth and probed deeply. I sucked on his tongue as his hand slipped inside my jeans but when his fingers touched my clit, I broke our kiss once more with a moan as my body arched into his touch and my head fell back again.

As Jeff rolled my clit with his fingers, Mike sat in the recliner with his own jeans undone. Watching the action through the lens of a camera, snapping pictures that from his angle could not have shown much other than my jeans undone and Jeff's hand disappearing into them. What held my fascination though was that while Mike was holding the camera with one hand, his other was wrapped around his dick, stroking himself.

Jeff began sucking on my nipples through my clothes and his fingers slipped even further down to tease the opening of my pussy. Biting down on one nipple, Jeff allowed only the tips of three fingers to enter me before pulling back out. My body was shuddering with my desire to cum and I began begging him to put his fingers inside me deeper.

Instead, Jeff pulled himself away from me long enough to pull my pants down to my knees before resuming sucking and biting on my nipples through my shirt. His fingers lazily trailing over my slit from just above my clit to my asshole but never lingering anywhere long enough. 

The teasing was driving my wild and as I ran my fingers through his hair I was begging him to fuck me. Every time I tried to touch his cock with my hands or feet, Jeff would pull me away. I could no longer take his teasing touch to my tits and pushed him away long enough to pull my shirt over my head and unfasten my bra. I wanted to feel his tongue licking my nipples, wanted nothing to dull the sharp edges of his teeth as he bite down on me.

I was moaning and squirming like a woman possessed but every time Jeff felt my pussy begin to tighten as I was ready to cum, he would pull away from me. I was almost in tears with my need to cum, demanding that he fuck me hard as my hands stroked Jeff's chest, arms and back or tangled in his hair. 

"Please, baby, fuck me," I was urging him. "I want to feel your hard cock stroking the walls of my pussy. I'm so hot, baby, please fuck me hard and deep."

Looking up from my nipples, Jeff whispered back, "I want to taste you first. Can Mike take pictures of my licking your pussy, sucking on your clit?"

"I would love that," I answered him back and heard Mike quickly get up from his chair, kick his jeans all the way off and walk over to us as Jeff slide further down my body.

My eyes fluttered close as I felt Jeff's hot breath fan across my pussy and I arched my back to push my cunt closer to his face. As my eyes drifted close, I saw Mike stepping closer to the couch and bending over so that he could take a close up of Jeff's tongue lapping at my clit. Just as my eyes shut, I noticed drops of precum beading on the head of Mike's cock, which he held firmly in his hand. My tongue flicked out to lick my lips as I moaned but at the feeling of Jeff's tongue against me or the sight of the precum slipping out of the purple head of Mike's cock?

"Open your eyes, baby," Jeff whispered to me as he backed away from my gaping pussy. "I want to be able to see you watching me, please."

My eyes opened to see Jeff's brown eyes staring up at me from between my legs. His eyes were dark with passion and looked like twin pools of warm chocolate that I wanted to throw myself into. My hand came down from behind my head to cup the side of Jeff's face and he turned his head to kiss my palm before once again pressing his tongue against my clit. 

My hand slipped around the back of his head to push Jeff closer to me as my hips rocked under the assault of his tongue. His fingers were teasing the opening of my pussy as he sucked my clit into his mouth. My back arched, my breath panting as I moved closer and closer to exploding all over my husband's face. As a flash washed over my body, I turned to see Mike standing close to my shoulder still intent on taking pictures of Jeff and I.

"Oh, baby. It feels so good when you suck on my clit. Put your fingers inside me, please. I want you to finger fuck me, Jeff. Make me cum all over you, please." I was begging as my fingers tangled in his hair, pushing him deeper into me.

Kissing my clit as he released it from his mouth, Jeff pushed his tongue deep into my pussy, twirling it around. My hand came around to touch my clit as Jeff tongue fucked my pussy. I could feel my pussy burning hotter and getting tighter as I got ready to cum only to have Jeff pull my hand away and suck my fingers clean. I groaned in protest as my hips continued to rotate.

"Don't cum yet," Jeff commanded me. "I'll tell you when you can cum but not yet."

His voice was harsher than I had ever heard him speak to me before and slowly my hips stopped rotating under his glare. Never before had Jeff been able to resist watching me playing with myself and I was stunned that not only would he not allow me to do so now but was actually withholding orgasms from me. I had always been one of the lucky women who could have multiple orgasms and in the past, Jeff had always enjoyed making me cum over and over before he would even enter me. Tonight though he was pushing our teasing to new limits by keeping me on the edge as long as he was.

Usually, I was the one who teased Jeff. Using my hands, feet or mouth I would stroke, lick and suck his hard cock until he was begging to be inside me. I could take his cock deep into my throat but during oral sex, only a certain touch in an incredible sensitive area would set off his orgasm and I enjoyed teasing him as long as possible. I have to admit it was thrilling to be on the receiving end of such intense teasing.

After my hips had stopped rotating and my breathing was slowly returning to normal, Jeff once again bent his head and pushed his tongue against my clit. He was not licking it, just holding his tongue against me and my hips began rocking so that my clit was sliding around under his tongue. Gently Jeff bit down on my clit before pushing his tongue inside my pussy. I could feel my pussy clamping down on his tongue as he wiggled it deep inside me.

I once again began rubbing my clit as Jeff tongue fucked me, moaning and rocking my hips faster as I rushed towards an orgasm. Jeff pulled his tongue from my steaming pussy and watched my stroking my clit. His tongue slipping in to stroke my clit with my fingers until I removed my fingers and turned myself over to his hungry mouth once more.

Feeling the muscles in my stomach and legs tightening, Jeff once again pulled his mouth away from my pussy. Looking up at me from between my thighs, I could see his face wet from my pussy juices as he licked his lips and sucked the bottom one into his mouth.

"You taste so good. I love how hot and wet you get for me," Jeff told me as his fingers moved to spread my pussy lips wide open and he bent his head to lick me. As he raised his tongue I could see my pussy juices pooling on his tongue as flash after flash erupted from the camera.

Holding Jeff's eyes with mine, I moved my hand back to my pussy. I gasped loudly as my fingers brushed against my clit before burying two of my fingers inside. Slowly I slide them in and out as Jeff's gaze dropped to watch me fucking myself before I slowly removed them. I could feel my thick cum coating them and when Jeff tried to capture them in his mouth, I pushed him away by placing my other hand on his forehead to stop him. As Jeff watched, I pulled my hand up my body, stopping once to rub some of my juices on my nipple before rubbing my finger lightly across my lips then sucking them into my mouth.

I moaned as the taste of my pussy exploded on my taste buds when I sucked my fingers into my mouth. I began fucking my mouth with my fingers and sucking on them loudly as if I was sucking on Jeff's cock. Pulling my fingers from my mouth, I spread the fingers apart and licked between them trying to get every drop of my cum out of between them.

"Oh God." I heard but when I looked down at Jeff, I noticed he was looking over at Mike who was the one who had moaned. As I turned my head to look at him, Mike pulled my fingers from my mouth and pushed the head of his cock in. I gazed up at him as the flash went off on the camera again, momentarily blinding me as he tried to capture an image of me sucking his cock for the first time.

As Mike pushed his cock deeper into my mouth, he kept taking pictures. My hand came up to hold the base of his cock, bending it down as I swirl my tongue around him. Using the tip of my tongue I licked the slit on the head of his cock, tasting his precum before opening my mouth wider to allow him to push in further.

My hand squeezed around Mike's hard cock as he fucked my mouth. I was moaning around him, the vibrations of my mouth traveling down his dick while he kept snapping pictures of me sucking his cock. Mike twisted to the side to take pictures of Jeff's tongue licking my clit and his fingers fucking my pussy.

I could hear Jeff's words of encouragement as he watched me suck off his best friend. "I love watching you suck on another man's dick. Knowing how good it feels when you do it for me. Your pussy is getting so hot and wet, baby."

Jeff pulled my other hand down to touch my clit as he fingered my pussy. I could feel Jeff's hot slippery tongue pushing on my clit with my fingers. I pulled Mike's cock out of my mouth and stroked it with my hand, moaning as Jeff pushed four fingers inside me, the tip of his thumb entering me as he tried pushing his entire hand inside me. I could feel my pussy tearing as Jeff pushed hard against me but I craved the pain, knowing what intense pleasure would follow and I rocked my body back to help force his hand inside. 

I swallowed Mike's cock to cover the sounds of my screams as Jeff's hand ripped it's way into me until he was buried to his wrist. The pain was incredible but Jeff quickly began curling his fingers so that he was stroking the walls of my pussy with his fingertips causing my hips to begin rocking up at him. I used my fingers to expose my clit to his hungry mouth and moaned as he sucked it into his mouth. 

I turned my head so that I could stare down my body at him, my mouth full of Mike's cock and my cheeks heaving as I sucked on him. Jeff's eyes were wide open, looking up at me. He pulled his fist out of me and then pushed it roughly back into me, feeling my body stiffen and push back up at him. I cupped his face with my hand, sticky with my own cum from playing with my clit. My thumb tracing over his eyebrow and lid, the muscles of his jaw bunching against the palm of my hand as he sucked on my clit. As he watched my face, Jeff gently bit down on my clit causing me to buck under him and release Mike from my mouth again.

Squeezing Mike's cock with one hand, I began talking to my husband. "Oh, baby. It feels so good to have your fist deep inside of me and your mouth on my clit." My hand moved from the side of his face back to run through his hair, pushing his face hard against my pussy. 

"Your hand is so big it feels like you are going to tear me apart. Fuck me slow and hard, baby. I want you to fuck me deep, please," I was begging him.

Rather than giving me the fucking I was asking for, Jeff began stroking the walls of my pussy with his fingers, gently twisting his hand inside me so that he could touch all sides of me. My body was quaking under him, rocking against his hand to try to make him fuck me as I wanted, needed right then.

Using his tongue to lap at my clit, Jeff would start at the bottom, near the opening of my pussy and lick his way up to the top of my clit. As his tongue would slip off the top of my clit, he would talk to Mike and I, offering directions on the pictures he wanted taken, encouragement for me to cum. 

"Take a picture of my hand inside her," Jeff commanded pulling his face back away from my clit to allow Mike a clear picture. 

Mike leaned over to take a picture, speechless as he watched Jeff's hand coated in my cum and a small amount of blood slip part way out of me before pushing back inside. "Oh, God," Mike whispered as he snapped several pictures. Mike sat the camera aside and pushed his finger against my clit.




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"Ohhhhh," I cried as my hands came up to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples, my body writhing on the couch under the touch of Jeff and Mike. My hips were bouncing on the couch, pushing my pussy up against Jeff's hand, trying to get him deeper inside me. Mike's finger rubbing circles on my clit while Jeff's fingers continued to stroke the deepest walls of my pussy.

"Oh, God, baby. Right there! It feels so good, Jeff. Don't stop. Please don't stop. I'm gonna cum for you, baby," I yell as my pussy begins to spasm around his hand. The hot cum slipping down his knuckles and fingers like lava as my cunt clenches at his hand.

This was too much for Mike to handle and he began stroking his cock as he watched me cum, the expression on my face and the sound of my screams causing him to cum quickly. I could feel his hot cum splashing on my tits and face. I opened my mouth wide to try to catch some in my mouth as my body kept shaking with my own orgasm. All through it, Jeff kept pumping his hand in and out of my pussy, timing it so that as my pussy would open up before clenching back down on him he would push in deeper.

As Mike finished cumming, he sank to the floor next to the couch. Picking up the camera again, he began firing off shots of my face, covered in cum, my expression one of pleasure as my own orgasm slowly fades away. With my pussy no longer going into spasms around his hand, Jeff pulled his hand out of my soaked pussy. 

Using his hand that was soaked with my cum, Jeff began scooping up the cum that was splattered over my face and fed it to me. With my eyes still closed I tilted my head back and greedily sucked his fingers clean. Holding his hand with mine I carefully licked between his fingers and the palm of his hand before turning his hand over to clean the back of his hand as well. My other arm wrapped around Jeff's back as he lay on top of me, watching me lick, suck and nibble his hand from the fingertips to the wrist until he was clean.

Sitting up on his knees, Jeff undid his pants with my help and slid them off as I stroke his cock with both of my hands. I heard his sharp hiss of breath as my thumb rolled over the head, smearing his precum as it went. I brought my thumb to my mouth and rubbed it over my lips before pulling him down for a kiss. Letting Jeff taste his own cum before pushing my tongue into his mouth, knowing he could also taste my cum as well as Mike's from my mouth.

Using my hand, I guided his cock into my pussy, gasping as it slid across my flesh still tender from Jeff's fisting. It burned when his cock touched the fresh tears caused by his large fist being inside me but there was enough pleasure mixed with the pain to leave me trembling under him. Jeff pushed his hips against me, trapping my hand between our bodies as we strained closer together. 

"Rub your clit for me, baby," he whispered against my lips as he began slowly pumping in and out of me. 

My fingers rubbed circles around my clit, which Jeff could feel against his pelvic bone as he pushed deeper into me, careful to move slowly and gently. I moved my hand so that only my first finger was touching my clit and slid the rest of my fingers down my inner thigh so that I was also able to caress his balls, teasingly massaging my pussy juices into them. Jeff keeps his balls cleanly shaved, just like my pussy, so my fingers slid over them, spreading my warm sticky cum into them. Soon we were both gasping in pleasure at the incredible feelings of his hard cock slipping deeper into my swollen pussy then pulled out until only the tip was left inside me and my fingers were teased us both. 

"You're pussy is getting so hot," Jeff whispered as he leaned over to run his tongue lazily across my eyelids. "I can feel it getting tighter against me," he said as his tongue blazed a trail down my nose to my lips. Teasingly he flicked his tongue in the corners of my mouth but would pull away every time I opened my mouth, wanting to capture it so our tongues could dance together.

Mike was sitting on the floor watching us, too involved in what was happening in front of him to even hold the camera anymore. As I gazed over at him I could see that his dick was beginning to stiffen once more as his hand wrapped around it, lightly stroking it to the same rhythm that Jeff was using to fuck me. Jeff turned his head to follow my gaze and we both watched as Mike's stroking hand brought his cock back to full attention. It was such an incredible turn on to watch Mike's cock harden as I felt Jeff's throbbing dick inside me.

Jeff could tell that I was moving quickly towards another orgasm from the way my body squirmed under him. To drag out my sweet torture even longer, he pushed himself into a kneeling position between my legs and pulled his hard meat out until only the tip of the head was resting between my puffy lips. Groaning, I reached up trying to grab his shoulders and pull him back on top of me but he grinned down at me as he evaded my hands. My hands settled against his hips, trying to pull him into me while he held himself away. When I tried to arch my back to force him deeper inside me once more, Jeff placed his hands on my hips to hold me down to the couch, a captive of his lovemaking.

"Grab the camera, Mike," Jeff commanded. "I want a picture of this. The head of my cock splitting her pussy open, all shiny with her cum."

Mike scooped the camera up from the floor next to him. Standing on his knees until he was kneeling over me as well, he stared down at the sight of Jeff and I joined together through the camera.

"Hold your pussy open more for him, baby," Jeff demanded. Both men watched as my hands slipped up my inner thighs, the thumbs dragging along the length of Jeff's hard cock before sliding across my bare pussy. I gasped in pleasure as my thumbs stroked across my clit, one after the other, and tried to arch my back but Jeff held my hips firmly in place, not allowing me to slide his cock deeper inside me. Slowly my hands stopped on either side of my opening and pulled my pussy lips apart so that they could see as the puffy skin was pulled back to expose Jeff's hard cock nestled just barely inside me. I shivered slightly as the cool air touched my wet, hot skin. 

My eyes had fluttered close as I began stroking my clit while Mike and Jeff watched but quickly opened again when I felt a hot tongue slither me, chasing my fingers away. I looked down to see Mike's blond head between my thighs, the camera resting in one hand while he sucked my clit into his mouth.

"Tastes good, doesn't she?" Jeff asked as he began rocking into me again. His eyes watching my face as I began moaning even louder. My body was thrashing on the couch and my hands found their way to my nipples, which I began twisting and pulling on. 

"Oh, that feels so good," I cried out. 

"What feels good?" Jeff wanted to know as he slowly slid in and out of me, careful not to dislodge Mike from my clit. 

"How deep you are going inside me. Mike's mouth sucking on my clit," I panted.

Jeff slowly pulled one of my feet up towards his mouth, forcing Mike to stop sucking on my clit. Mike was not to be put out though. He laid his head on my lower stomach and began licking my clit. One of my hands went to Mike's head, my fingers running through his short hair as his tongue flicked across my clit again and again. Jeff had the heel of my foot resting on his chin and my toes spread apart in ecstasy when his tongue traced the arch of my foot. As Jeff's tongue pushed its way between my toes, I could feel my pussy burning hotter and tighter.

"Oh, God, baby," I moaned, "Fuck me harder, I want to cum all around you." My hips were rocking harder and faster, wanting Jeff to fuck me hard, fast and deep but not wanting to lose the feeling of Mike's tongue against me either.

"Not yet," Jeff said as he pulled his cock completely out of me, leaving me feeling so empty, wanting desperately to fly off the edge he had left me on. My fingers pushed Mike's head harder against my clit, grinding him into my pussy as I sought my release with him but Jeff pushed him away too. My hips continued to rock, seeking what had been denied me as Jeff told Mike to lie on his back on the floor. 

Jeff sat on the couch and slapped my hands away as I tried using them to push myself off the edge he had left me on. "Trust me," he said as he pulled me to my feet, "this will be worth the wait." Holding my hand, Jeff led me around until we were standing next to Mike. "Now, lay on the floor right next to him," Jeff told me.

Unsure of what was going through Jeff's mind, I cautiously lowered myself to the floor. I eased myself until I was flat on my back; close enough to feel the heat from Mike's body but not touching him as Jeff stood over both of us. I gazed up at my husband's body with longing. His strong legs seeming to stretch up for miles before joining together, his hard cock thrusting out from his body, so powerfully commanding the attention it deserves. His hips tapering to his torso, covered in dark hair that ran up to his chest and the nipples, which stood out like hard little marbles. His lips were red and swollen both from our kisses and his habit of licking them when we make love and his eyes glittered with passion.

Bending down to grasp my ankles, Jeff pulled my feet straight up in the air making the muscles in the backs of my thighs strain until my ass was lifted off the floor. As he licked and sucked on my toes, I was almost unaware of him dragging me over Mike's body until my ass was resting on him. I could feel Mike's hard cock nestled between the checks of my ass and his arm came across his body to cup my tit, his thumb rolling over the extended nipple.

Gently Jeff lowered my feet so that my legs were stretched down Mike's and he knelt between our wide spread thighs. Grasping his cock in his hand, Jeff guided it into my pussy again, using the thumb on his other hand to press down on my clit as he entered me slowly. Mike's tongue climbed my neck until it reached my ear where it playfully flicked, causing my body to shiver as he pinched my nipple hard between his finger. I ground my hips against his hard cock, pushing my ass tighter against him before arching my hips to get Jeff inside me deeper.

Once Jeff was buried completely he looked at Mike and said, "Now take your cock and put it in her pussy too." 

I rolled my hips to one side to allow Mike to grab his cock from behind my ass and felt the hot tip roll across my body until he was just at the entrance of my pussy. I could feel the head pressing against Jeff's dick as Mike began pushing inside me. I groaned at how they were spreading me apart, my body shuddering in pain as Mike's cock fought against my body to force his way inside me too.

"Easy," Jeff told Mike as he began stroking my clit. Jeff intently watched my face as he rolled my clit between his slippery fingers like a marble coated with oil.

"A little more," Jeff whispered as he watched my body's reactions. Judging from the way my hips rocked and my facial expressions when I was ready for more and when Mike needed to stop to allow me to relax and adjust. Jeff continued reading my body's signals and directing Mike until they were both buried inside me, being squeezed by my pussy as Jeff's fingers on my clit finally pushed me over the edge.

"Fuck me," I cried out as my pussy clenched around them both. My hot cum flowing over them while my hips rocked against them.

As my orgasm began to subside, Jeff began stroking his cock in and out of me, spreading my hot cum even further. Still following Jeff's lead, Mike also began to pump in and out of me. I could feel their hard cocks rubbing together as they matched their rhythm. Having Mike's cock inside me too meant that Jeff's dick was continuously rubbing against my G-Spot, leaving my body quaking with one orgasm after another.

I followed the pace they had set and rocked my hips against them, arching up to pull Jeff in deeper then pressing my hips down against Mike. "Fuck me, fuck me," I chanted as we all pumped together. I had one hand down under Mike's hip, trying to push him up and deeper into me. My other hand rubbed against my clit, wetting my fingers with my cum which I then rubbed into my husband hard nipples, my body writhing between them as I came again and again.

As my pussy began to spasm once more, Mike hoarsely whispered that he was going to cum. "Cum inside me," I begged as I began fucking him harder. "I want to feel your hot cum splashing the walls of my pussy and you hard cock twitching inside me." 

Just as his cock began spurting, Mike pulled out of my pussy and shot his hot cum all over my pussy and Jeff's balls. The feeling of Mike's hot cum dripping off him as well as my pussy hungrily sucking on his cock sent Jeff over the edge as well. Jeff grabbed my hips to fuck me hard, pushing himself deeper as his cock erupted inside me, hot ropes of cum squirting into me while my pussy milked him dry before he collapsed on top of me.

Wrapping my arms around Jeff, I rolled off from Mike and held my husband's trembling body against mine as I kissed and licked his sweaty face. Mike turned onto his side and slipped his arm around my waist. I could feel Mike's mouth nuzzling the back of my neck as I looked into Jeff's eyes and whispered, "I love you so much," before we all fell asleep curled together on the living room floor.



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Dale and I were walking down the mall one day. We noticed a new store so we went in. It was an adult store, with all the little extras. I start looking at a few thing and Dale does the same. Next thing I know he is at the till paying for something. I walk over to see what he bought, but he says its a surprise for later. 

We walk out, holding hands, we continue walking down the mall. Pulling me closer he says he is so hot right now. He wants to fuck me now. I look at him. 

"Right now," I say.

"Yes, I am fucking horny and need you now."

I look around and notice a photo booth. You know the ones you go in, pay, get four photos. We step inside, and close the curtain. Dale pushes me against the wall, holding my shoulders back, kissing me hard. His hands move down and lifts my shirt up. Pulling it over my head and tossing it on the floor. Grabbing my breasts and kissing my neck he works his way down. Undoing my bra, pushing it back. Letting my breasts come out. He fondles them. I take a breath. With his tongue he flicks my nipple, making them hard. Then licking all around, so slowly, my eyes closing , my head cocking to the side. I squint my nose. He bites gently on my nipples. Then sucking so tenderly. Making me wet. 

I need him inside of me. With only a curtain between us and everyone in the mall, makes it even more adventurous knowing someone could open it and everyone would see us. 

Dale moves his hand to the button on my jeans, and undoes it, then unzips the zipper. Putting his hand down under my panties. MMMMMMMM. He is making me wetter, just by touching my unshaved mound. His fingers move down and into my pussy. Rubbing my clit, he stops. 

Pushing my pants down, pulling them off. Standing in my undone bra and panties. He then places his finger under the top of my panties, running it around, teasing me. He pulls them down so slowly, it feels like forever. I step out of them. He starts at my ankle and kisses his way up. Once he hits my inner thigh, my body shivers. Spreading my legs apart further. He comes closer and closer to my pussy. I am breathing harder. With his fingers, he spreads my pussy lips, holding it open. Letting his tongue fall across me. Licking up and down soooo slowly. Lapping up my juices that are already there. 

Oh my god. Daleeeeeeeeeeeeee. His tongue finding every sensitive part on me. With his thumb he finds my clit and caresses it. Going in a circular motion. 

Oh Dear. I can't scream for everyone would hear me. I try to close my legs, but he won't let me. He wants to finish what he started. I feel his tongue enter my hole. I stand on tippy toes but he pulls me down. His tongue working itself all around me. I bite my lip. Hitting orgasm again. He loves the taste of my pussy. 

He starts kissing me up over my pussy, up to my belly button, and up further. His breath is warm on my skin. He kisses me on my lips. I taste my cum on him. 

I lower my hands to his pants. I rub the outside of his crotch. It is hard and big. Just waiting to be released. I undo the pants. Reach in and feel his manhood. A rock hard 8 inches, of cock. I push his pants down. He steps out of them. He can't wait any longer. Removing his underwear, he quickly comes back to me. 

His body right on mine, while I am against the wall. I lift my one leg up and then the other and wrap them around his waist. I reach down and take hold of his cock. Guiding it in my overly wet pussy. He slowly enters it in me, inch by inch. I wrap my arms around his neck. His hands on my ass. He rams his cock into me, as hard as he can. No more gentleness. He pushes so hard I am going to scream out, I just know it. I have to bite my lip so I won't. 

"Fuck me Dale, fuck me hard. I want you to cum inside me. Right now. Right here."

"Treat me like the whore I am, and Fuck me like there is no tomorrow."

With that he starts pumping harder. It slightly hurts as he rams it so hard. But I like it. He starts moaning out. Oh my god, I think everyone can hear him. Then, I feel his hot cum enter me. OHHHHHHHHH, MMMMMMYYYYY GOOOOOODDDDDD. Ohhhhh that feels good. He backs up onto the stool. And sits down. His cock still inside me. 

"I love you baby," he says.

I hold his face with my hands and reply, "I love you too Dale."

We kiss. 

He reaches down to his pants. Takes some money out and puts it in the machine. 

"Say cheese baby."

We get our pictures taken nude. And then we get dressed. We step out of the booth. Thank god no one came to get their pictures taken. I would have died of embarrassment. But would have died a happy woman!!



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There's an old saying in the world of photography that "sooner or later, everyone will shoot a nude," but I never really pursued it. Not that I wouldn't have loved to spend my time and effort recording the beauty of naked young women but, being married to a rather conservative woman, I concentrated my artistic efforts on flowers and landscapes instead. I've managed to build a pretty good portfolio and client base of fine art print sales and publications over the years, so it's not like I feel like I've missed anything. 

I've also become a mentor and technical advisor to my niece, Veronica, who became interested in photography during her high school years when she worked on the school yearbook. Of all my nieces, she's the one I've always been closest to over the years, despite the fact that she lives 1500 miles away. This common interest in photography has served to keep us talking at a point in her life when the old folks aren't usually interesting. Now that she's in college, she often calls with news of her life and she shares a lot of pictures via email, as well.

It wasn't long after Ronnie, as Iusually refer to her, went to college that I began to see an interesting change in her photography, a quantum jump from the usual high school yearbook work and snapshots of friends. It started with a shadowy black and white picture of a young couple making love. It didn't show anything, not even faces, but it was extremely sexy all the same – enough to make my cock twitch, at least. As time went on, Ronnie sent me examples of even more of this kind of work. I often kidded her about bringing out the dirty old man in me by sending me these nude shots of her nubile friends, but I helped her with my critiques of the pictures, both technical and artistic, and the pictures of all subjects that she sent just kept getting better. To help give her inspiration, I often would send her links to the websites of photographers whose work, in any genre, that I found interesting. 

Shortly after Christmas this year, Ronnie came to visit and spend a week shooting pictures with me. The first couple of days were mild and sunny and we spent a lot of time outdoors around the tourist hangouts, which we had mostly to ourselves. The pictures we were both getting were great.

The third morning of her visit, the weather was awful. I saw my wife off to work and my son off to school and puttered with cleaning up my equipment while I let slept in. Around mid-morning, she stumbled out of the guest room and into my little office, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a wife-beater t-shirt. I could see the large dark nipples of her nearly non-existent breasts through the thin white material and had to remind myself to look her in the eye.

I suppose a bit of description would be in order. Veronica is, in a word, tiny. No more than five feet tall, I doubt she weighs 90 pounds. Her hair is a dark auburn color and she has very deep blue eyes, though she wears green contacts. She has a very nice figure, with wide enough hips that you know she's a woman and not a young girl, despite her small stature and tiny breasts. She's very athletic, too, which helps to keep her stomach flat and her legs and arms firm. 

"What are we gonna do today?" she yawned. "I looked outside and the weather's awful." 

I told her I wasn't sure. "Maybe we can just take a day off and plan for the next few days shooting? Maybe this muck will blow out of here tonight."

We spent a little while looking at websites and ran across a photo that we both found interesting. The model was topless in jeans, sitting on her feet and facing away from the camera. I said "I bet I could do a shot like that if I had a model."

Ronnie said, "That sounds fun. Besides, There's someone special that I'd like to give a few shots for Valentines..." 

In no time we were deep in a discussion, planning out a series of poses. We used masking tape to hang a dark sheet on the wall in the guest room where Ronnie was staying, then she sent me out while she changed into some low-rider jeans. When I came in she posed, still in her wife-beater, so I could set up the camera and adjust a couple of things to make the natural light coming in the window show her to the best advantage. Ronnie's only stipulation for these pictures was that I not show her face. That was fine by me, since the model's face wasn't showing in the picture we were trying to imitate.

I turned around while Ronnie pulled off her shirt and got back into the pose with her back to me. I snapped a few frames of each of the poses we had planned on my digital camera until we'd gone through all of them. She asked me to turn around while she put her shirt back on and then we checked the pictures on the camera's LCD screen.

"Not bad," she grumbled, "but I really don't like the way the jeans look." 

"What if we drape a sheet around your hips like one of the other sets of shots on that website and see how that looks?" I suggested. 

I really expected her to say no, but she liked the idea. We found another dark sheet to use and I left the room until she called me back in. The pose was nearly right, except that I thought the sheet was a bit too high on her hips, so I said, "excuse me while I adjust this" and moved the sheet around until it was low enough to show just the very top of the cleft between her ass cheeks. Unfortunately, that also showed her pink cotton panties. I explained the problem to Ronnie and she told me to adjust whatever needed adjusting for the shot, since she couldn't see what the camera could. 

My cock lurched and my mouth went dry as I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her panties and tugged them down low enough on her hips that I could hide them with the sheet. Her skin was very warm, and I had to stop myself from lingering to touch or look.

After these shots, I left the room while Ronnie dressed. I was downloading the pictures from the camera's memory when she came in. Was it my imagination or were her nipples hard? We sat close together while we went through the photos together on the computer. It was a very strange but erotic experience to be sitting next to my niece while we looked at these nudes of her, even if the most they showed was a hint of her ass crack. We picked our favorites and touched them up. I must admit, for a first time effort at photographing a nude, I did some pretty good work.

Ronnie showered while I fixed lunch. Over lunch, she said she had been looking at herself in the mirror and had a couple of ideas for more shots. As she described the poses, I slowly began to realize something.

"But that would mean you'd have to be..."

"Naked? I know."

I found it hard to swallow the mouthful of food I had been chewing. There were several thoughts that ran through my mind: 1) This would be the first time I'd had an eighteen-year-old-girl naked in my bedroom since I was that age myself. 2) My wife would shoot us both if she found out. 3) I hope I don't cum in my pants.

The poses were modest at first, mostly similar to the shots we'd done with the sheet draped on her hips. Even though she was totally naked, there was nothing to see except that in a few of the shots you could see every bit of the cleft between her round buttocks. We then moved on to a series of photos where she was standing on the bed on her knees, her upper body turned away slightly. The whole situation was so bizarre and erotic that I was barely able to concentrate on taking the photos, but I managed, despite the way my cock was twitching and oozing drops of pre-cum into my underwear. 

We took another break to check the previews. Veronica merely wrapped a towel around herself as we skipped through the pictures on the camera. When we'd gone through the latest batch, I commented "I think we've gotten about as many views of your back as I can imagine." I really was running out of ideas. "So unless you can think of a pose or two..." I left it hanging. Would she let me shoot anything more explicit than we'd already done?

"I have a few ideas," she stammered nervously. "Just don't get my face in them. I'd hate to have that sort of picture pop up if I run for Congress or something."

"OK," I said. "Anytime you're ready." I turned around while she settled into the pose.

We started this round of pictures with a classic pose that I've always loved. Veronica sat on the bed with one leg tucked under herself, the other knee up and her arms wrapped around it, her head was down on her arms. My view from the side only showed the slight swell of the side of her tiny breast. The nipple was hidden because her leg was in the way. I've always loved this pose, and did my best to get good images of it.

"Can we do something a little wilder now?" she asked.

I gulped. "What did you have in mind?

"This!" She flopped onto her back, blocking her pubic mound from view by raising the leg that was toward me, and covering her breasts with one arm as she propped herself up on one elbow. She grinned nervously and then turned her head away as I ducked behind the camera and focused. I took several shots of this, both full-body and upper torso. In the few minutes that this took, my cock just kept getting harder.

"My arm's getting tired," she complained. Surprisingly, rather than lay completely back on the bed, she dropped the arm that was covering her breasts, giving me my first unobstructed view of them. As I've said, her breasts are tiny, but what nipples she has! Slightly larger than quarters, deep brownish pink, they were puffy and sat up proudly on the ends of her breasts. She arched her back and I quickly snapped a few more pictures, zooming in from the wide full-body view of her petite frame, to an upper body shot, and finally a close-up view of the side of one breast. Her nipples were extremely hard, even though the room was quite warm.

"Wow," was all I could say.

"Ready for another?" she asked.

"Are you sure?"

"I want these pictures to be special and you're the only one I'd trust enough to take them"

The next pose was very similar to those we had just done, except that Ronnie covered her pubic mound with her tiny hand and put down the leg had been hiding her pussy from view. Again and again I clicked away at the shutter – thank God for big memory cards. One of the shots from this round was a closeup of her hand on her mound, the fingers just barely curved down along her pussy. There didn't seem to be a hair on her mound. I was fully erect now, full of forbidden lust for my sexy young niece.

It was around this time that Veronica seemed to forget I was even there, and she began to move from one position to another as I continued to snap photo after photo. Her hand moved down further between her legs, her other hand reaching up to tease a nipple. Eventually she was openly masturbating, her moans filling the room, punctuated only by the click of the shutter as she writhed on the bed. She moved through several positions until she finally climaxed. At that point she was up on her knees, her head and shoulders on the mattress, with two fingers from one hand furiously working on her clit while the middle finger from her other hand worked just as hard on her asshole. I could see the wetness oozing from her, making a long drip of clear girl-cum that stretched from her soaked wrist. It had almost reached the bed when it broke and dropped to the sheets.

"Put down the camera," she panted. "Put it down and touch me."

"Are you sure you want that?" I asked, incredulous at the thought of my 19-year-old niece inviting me, her 50-year-old uncle, to put my hands on her naked body. It had been strange enough that she would have even gone this far and masturbated in front of me as I took pictures.

"Yes, dammit!" she yelled. "Touch me! I need your hands on my tits, my pussy. I want you to touch me. I want you to taste me. I want you to make love to me, Uncle Bill."

Almost reluctantly, I put down the camera and moved beside her on the bed as she stayed up on her knees with her head down on the mattress. I reached out a trembling hand and placed it on her ass. Her skin was warm, covered in a sheen of sweat. I brought my other hand to her slim thigh and began to move upward toward her pussy. It seemed we were both holding our breath, waiting for that first contact to be made.

At last, my fingers found their way to her wet slit. She moaned as I dipped a finger into her vagina to gather a little moisture. Sh moaned even louder as I slid that same slick finger along her inner lips and circled the hard nub of her clit. As I rolled her clit around with the index finger of one hand I massaged the firm flesh of her ass with the other. 

"Inside me," Ronnie moaned. "Put your fingers inside me."

I honored her request, slipping a finger deep inside her soaked channel. Kneeling behind her I began to lap at her ass crack while I fingered her pussy. My thumb took over the job of massaging her clit. She was moaning loudly as her hips bucked back against me, fucking herself against the finger which was now rubbing her g-spot and forcing my tongue against her anus. A second climax rocked her tiny body and more juices poured from her, soaking my hand and dripping to the sheets below. Sated for the moment, Ronnie pulled away from me and lay flat on the bed. I sat beside her naked form, still fully clothed, and massaged the warm flesh of her ass.

A few moments later she recovered from her climax and lazily rolled over. Her face was flushed and her hair was damp on her forehead. She sat up and smiled at me.

"Wow. That was a strong one," she sighed. "Now for you. Stand up."

I stood by the edge of the bed and took in the sight as Ronnie undid the button fly of my jeans and worked them and my boxers to the floor. As I kicked them away from my feet, she scooted to the edge of the bed and sat with her legs spread around me, her ankles locked behind my own. Then she reached around and placed a hand on each ass cheek, and pulled my throbbing cock to her mouth.

I nearly came the second her mouth wrapped around my shaft. She kept one hand on my ass, using the other to fondle my nuts and occasionally stroke my cock. Her lips and tongue explored the every bit of my hard-on – running over the head and up and down the shaft, even occasionally taking my balls in her mouth to suck them gently. Her hand gripped my ass and I unconsciously began to push myself into her mouth, I felt my balls really tighten up against my shaft as I approached a climax of my own, but Ronnie seemed to sense that. She lifted her mouth from my cock, still holding it lightly by the base of the shaft and looked up at me. 

"I want this in my pussy," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Are you sure?"

She bit her lip and nodded. " Yes. I want you inside me. I want you to be the first, Uncle Bill."

"Your first?" I stammered. "Shouldn't that be with someone special?"

"But you are special, Uncle Bill," she whispered as she looked deep into my eyes. "You're the most special man ever in my life. I've always loved you. I've wanted you since, well, forever, so just put this inside me." She tightened her grasp on my cock and started guiding me by it so that I moved between her thighs. I moved in closer, as she lined my cock up with her opening. Her wetness coating me and helping to lubricate me, I slid into her with one gentle stroke. I watched as she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as I started to move in and out of her tight sheath.

"I feel so stretched," she groaned. "It almost hurts."

"Just relax" I murmured as I held her close. My cock was throbbing with every heartbeat and I could feel Ronnie's virgin sheath clasping me as she fought to relax and accommodate my hardness.

"Mmmmmm," Ronnie sighed. "It's already starting to feel better, but I feel so full."

I moved in and out of her in long slow strokes, savoring the feel of her tight and velvety pussy. I tried to pace myself and not work up to a climax too soon, realizing that this may be the only occurrence of this forbidden act. Ronnie, on the other hand was growing impatient with my slow strokes. She dug her heels into my ass and directed my thrusts, urging me to pick up the pace.

"Ooo, yeah," she purred. "Faster and harder, just like that!"

My legs were beginning to warn me that I couldn't keep up this frantic pumping, no matter how willing my spirit may have been to plow Ronnie's furrow for several hours. "Ride me," I whispered in her ear as I rolled over onto my back, keeping my cock buried deep in her tunnel as I did.

Ronnie rode me hard, bouncing herself up and down on my rod at a frantic pace as she built to yet another orgasm. I pulled her down and crushed her chest against mine, kissing her deeply as I humped up to meet her on her downward motions.

"Fuck me, Uncle Bill," she moaned. "Fuck me! I'm so close! I need to cum!"

Not changing my pace, I moved my hand down her back to the cleft between her firm ass cheeks and to her perfect little anal rosebud. It was slick from her juices, not to mention the saliva I had left when I had put my tongue there, and my index finger easily slid into her up to the second knuckle.

"Oh, my God, yes!" Ronnie howled as she came. I don't know how I kept from cumming myself as she bucked and groaned on top of me. The rippling contractions going on in her pussy were incredible.

"I love you, Uncle Bill," she whispered as she caught her breath, still riding me gently, the 'aftershocks' of her climax causing her to shudder involuntarily now and then and giving my cock some very pleasant squeezes. I began to buck up into her, eager now to build to my own orgasm.

After a few minutes of very pleasant love-making, during which Ronnie and I kissed almost non-stop, I felt that old familiar tingle in my groin that meant my climax was near. As my balls drew up tight, I broke our kiss.

"I'm about to cum," I announced. "I don't want to get you pregnant..."

I'm on the pill, Uncle Bill," Ronnie said. She sat up slightly and smiled down at me. "Fill me up. Cum in me!"

I started working hard to reach my climax, pushing with renewed strength into Ronnie's cunt. She ground her hips down on me and I could feel her squeezing her inner muscles as she moaned, "Cum inside me. Fill up my hot little pussy. Shoot your hot load in me and fill me full."

In no time, I was obliging her. I groaned and thrust one last time, deeper than I had ever been in her up til then, and emptied my balls in a half-dozen large squirts.

"I feel it!" Ronnie cried out. "I feel you shooting in me. It's so warm, so sexy. God, Uncle Bill, I love you so much."

She lay her head on my chest and we simply held each other. After a little while, my deflated cock slipped from her and I could feel our combined juices slipping from her pussy and pooling on my belly. She smiled at me when I rolled her off my chest onto the bed beside me.

"I hope your boyfriend appreciates the pictures," I whispered.

"What boyfriend?" she giggled. "I did all this for you." 



Picture This



Her husband was going to be out of town for an extended trip, a seriously extended trip, like 8 months. The trip came upon them suddenly, so they spend the last couple of weeks together trying to get everything in order so that she would have as little difficulty as possible. Friends and family came in from out of town to bid him farewell. The kids got their special time with dad, but she wasn't able to do all of the things she had hoped to do before he left. 

One morning, about a month into their involuntary separation we were talking out front, just simple stuff, weather, kids, and the like. I asked if she had heard from him recently. She said that he was pretty good about emailing her, and keeping her up to date on the events of his life, and likewise, she was keeping him posted on the happenings around the house. She said that she had been trying to take some pictures of the kids and the house to forward on to him, but was having difficulty getting it all to work. 

Evidently, the camera he had purchased for her before he left was a little more than she was used to dealing with, and unfortunately, since he was called away so quickly, he was unable to help her figure out how to use it. I have several cameras myself, and although I am not much of a photographer, I have been known to take a picture or two, so I volunteered to assist her any time she wants. She said she would try to muddle through the best that she could. So I pretty much put it to rest.

About two weeks later, we found ourselves out front again watching the kids playing ball, and as usual, we began to talk. She said that everything was going well, although there were times when she thought the separation was going to get the best of her. She said that her husband's emails had slowed down a bit, but she understood that he was busy with his work. I asked if she had ever figured the camera out and was ever able to send the pictures that he had wanted. She said that she was able to send some, but not all. Again, I asked if I could be of any assistance, she giggled a little, and said, that she didn't think so. "I was able to take the pictures of the kids that he wanted, but, I have been unable to send him the other pictures that he wanted".

"The other pictures" I asked. 

She replied, "Do you remember before he left he was talking about a nurses costume he bought me? Well, with him leaving so quickly, we never got the chance to ummm use it. He wants me to send him some pictures of myself in the outfit, and I just can't get the timer thing to work properly. Every time I try to take some, well, they come out looking pretty bad." I laughed a little, and again, volunteered to assist in any way I could. She responded, "Yeah, I am sure you would love to help with that!"

A couple of days later, I had taken a day off of work. I had some "use or lose" vacation days, so I took time off to do a little work around the house. I slipped into a pair of shorts, and walked to the bus-stop with my son. As I passed her house, I saw that she was sitting on her porch watching her kids get on the bus. After the kids pulled away, I stopped off at her house to chat for a couple of minutes. She was dressed in her heavy robe and fuzzy slippers, as she often was in the morning as she watched the kids go off to school. Again, we chatted for a bit, about nothing in particular, just stuff. At one point in the conversation, she said that her husband had asked again about her sending the pictures to him, so the previous night she had tried once again, and again, she was unsuccessful. Always being one to help, I started to offer to help, but she stopped me saying, "Don't even go there!" We laughed a little, and I headed home. 

About 10 minutes later, my phone rang. It was her. She said, "Can I ask a favor of you?" And of course I answered that I would help if I could. "This picture thing has really got me frustrated, I want to send the pictures to him, but I just can't get it to work." 

I quickly asked, "So you want me to take them" half thinking that she was really needing me to show her how to work the camera. We had had a pretty good friendship, in fact all of us got along very well. We had our moments at times, but I think that is normal for any neighborhood. Many times when we got together, we would joke around, and sometimes we would get quite flirtatious, but I was not prepared for her answer. 

"Well, yes I do, but only if you can do it without getting all crazy. The idea is to do something special for my husband; I am not trying to get myself into a situation where I am fucking my neighbor." 

My jaw just about hit the floor, firstly because she really did want me to take the pictures, and secondly because of the language she was using. Don't get me wrong, it was not uncommon for her to say something like that, but it was normally in reference to her husband, not to me. If she ever said anything to me like that it was normally something like, "Too bad you'll never know what it's like to fuck me", but that was only when she was in her most flirtatious moods. I asked if she was sure she wanted me to do this, and she reiterated that she would, but only if I promised to control myself. I assured her I would be good, to which she replied, "That's what I am afraid of". 

I quickly grabbed my cameras and headed over to her house. She met me at the door, still wearing her robe and slippers. We chatted for a bit, about everything but the pictures, it was apparent that we were both as nervous as we could be. Eventually I asked, "Are we going to do this or what?" 

She said that she was having second thoughts about it all, since she wasn't trying to get herself in any kind of trouble, and that her husband would be really mad if he found out that I was the one who took the pictures. She said that she was thinking of having one of her girlfriends take the pictures for her, but there was no one that she would feel comfortable being half-naked in front of. The mere mention of her being half-naked caused a stir in my shorts, making me realize that when I dressed this morning, I hadn't put on anything under them, which is not at all unusual for me when I am working around the house. Fearing that she would see my secret desire, I tried to distract her by asking her to show me her camera, and assuring her that I would never tell anyone about the pictures. 

She got her camera and started showing me what she knew of how to use it; it seemed quite similar to one of mine, so I didn't see that there was going to be any problem using it. I was afraid that she was going to back out of doing it, so I decided to take control of the situation; instead of asking questions about it all, I started telling her what we would do. 

"First, we have to have the right setting, because we want these to be something that will drive him absolutely crazy, I think we need to start in front of the fireplace. You need a little something to take the edge off, and to help you relax, so I am going to pour you a glass of wine. Besides, it will add to the pictures when you are posed holding the glass, as a matter of fact, we will take a few with you sipping some of the wine; that will drive him nuts."

I walked to the refrigerator, and helped myself to a bottle of wine. I poured her a glass, and took a long pull off of the bottle myself. I walked over to the gas fireplace, and turned it on. I grabbed a red blanket that was lying on the sofa, and spread it out on the floor. "Now all we need is for you to change into your outfit". She stated that she had the outfit on under her robe. "So I guess we are all set then, let's do it." Again she asked me to reassure her that I would not try anything, which I did. I handed her the glass of wine, she downed it one gulp, set down the glass, and let her robe drop to the floor. 

I was in absolute awe of her. It was all I could do to keep myself from staring at her in this outfit. I was afraid if I made too much of her, she would back out, so I busied myself with getting the camera together, and only glanced in her direction periodically. She was gorgeous. She was obviously nervous having a very difficult time looking my way. It was as if she felt that as long as she didn't look at me, the whole thing wasn't really happening. I picked up her glass and refilled it with wine. My hands were shaking as I came to her to hand her the glass. Standing right next to her as I was handing her the wine, I was afforded an opportunity to see her in all of her glory. The outfit consisted of a white pushup bra that did amazing things to her breasts, and a matching pair of tight "hot pants". Each piece of the outfit had a bold red cross stitched into them. It was as sexy as anything I had ever seen. 

Fearing that if I lingered too long, she would get cold feet, I grabbed the camera and started dishing out instructions. I told her to stand next to the fireplace giving me a side-view. I clicked off a few pictures and asked her to sip a little wine from her glass. As she held the glass to her lips, I clicked off another 6 or 8 pictures. It was incredible. I asked if she had ever done anything like this before; she seemed like such a natural, but she said this was a first. She seemed to loosen up with each sip of wine. After a few standing pictures, I told her that I wanted her to kneel on the blanket I had placed on the floor. I walked over to her, and clicked off several shots looking down on her. 

As I peered through the viewfinder, I was amazed at how beautiful she was. I had admired her for quite some time, but it never really hit me the way it was now, she was fucking gorgeous. I told her to hold the wine glass in both hands and bring it to her lips, don't quite drink it, just have the liquid come in contact with your mouth. At one point, she slipped her tongue into the glass, and lapped at the wine like a cat drinking from its bowl. This caused us both to laugh, I felt my cock stirring again, and knew that I should move away from her a couple of feet. As I stepped back, she once again downed the contents of the glass and placed it on a nearby table. I grabbed the bottle, and once again, refilled the emptied glass.

I suggested for the next set, we head upstairs to her bedroom. She seemed reluctant to go until I reminded her how much it will turn her husband on to see her on their bed. She walked ahead of me going up the stairs, giving me an ample opportunity to watch her ass as she climbed. I felt the familiar stirring in my shorts. I tried to look away from her ass, fearing I would get too excited, and she would notice, but my eyes kept finding their way back to watching her sway as she continued to climb the stairs. I took advantage of the fact that she could not see me behind her, and gave my cock a quick stroke through my shorts, and readjusted it so my erection wasn't quite as noticeable. 

When we entered her bedroom, she turned to me and asked "So, where do you want me?"

I bit my lip trying to avoid telling her where I really wanted her, and simply answered, "Let's start with you laying on your belly on the bed." 

She climbed slowly up onto the bed, and crawled around seductively until she was facing me. She lowered herself to a laying position, and looked up at me and asked, "What do you want me to do now?" I cleared my throat, and brought the camera up to my eye. I clicked off a half dozen or so pictures and then lowered the camera. I asked her to raise up on her elbows, she looked down sheepishly, raised up, and then looked back to me. "How's this?" The look in her eyes was indescribable, she was adorable. 

I knelt down beside the bed, and moved in for a close up of her face. Looking through the camera, her face was framed perfectly; she had the characteristics of an angel, but had a grin that was far from angelic. As I moved in closer, I breathed in the faint aroma of her perfume. The perfume, her beautiful face, her cute lips, even the flow of her hair, were all taking their toll on me. I was thankful that I was kneeling beside the bed, for if I were standing, she would surely see my raging hard-on trying to escape the confines of my shorts. I could have taken 100 pictures of her beautiful face; I could have spent the entire day looking into her eyes. I couldn't help but wonder if her husband appreciated the beauty that was before me; if he ever took the time to tell her just how beautiful she was. 

I took several more pictures from up close, a few on her camera, and many more on mine. I slowly backed away from her, still clicking away, each click bringing more of her into view. At first I wasn't sure, but by the time I was a foot or so away from her, I was convinced that her nipples were peeking out of her top. I didn't want to draw her attention to the fact that she was showing more than she intended, so I was careful not to take too many pictures from this distance. I then handed her her glass of wine, and asked that she sip it slowly. As she brought the glass to her lips, she found that it was difficult to drink in that position. I convinced her to try any way. I marveled as a drop of wine escaped the glass, and ran slowly down her lip. She started to reach to wipe it a way, but I stopped her so I could capture its trail down her lip, and onto her chin. She giggled like a school girl, and wiped it away. I was hopeful that I got at least one good shot, it was so sensual. 

I then asked her to roll over onto her back, and I proceeded to take pictures of her laid out in front of me. Starting at bed level, I got a tremendous view across her breasts and down to her stomach. Slowly I rose from beside the bed, till I was standing over her. By this time, my cock was begging to be released and would surely be visible to her should she look my way, but I really didn't care. She was so very beautiful lying there, and I didn't really care if she knew how much she was turning me on. I made my way around the bed continuing to take pictures of her laid out and waiting. Eventually, I ended up at her feet looking up to her smile. I lowered myself slowly, continuing to take pictures all the while. Each view in the camera was better than the one before. Once again, I found myself kneeling beside the bed but this time, I was looking straight between her legs. I could clearly see a large spot had developed on the white material of her hot pants; seems she might be enjoying this as much as I was. I told her to bring her hands down between her legs as if she was reaching out for her lover to come join her on the bed. Seeing her laying there, it was all that I could do to keep from ripping my shorts off and climbing in the bed with her. In the back of my mind, I kept hearing myself promise that I would be good. 

I stood back up again, and retrieved her glass of wine. She asked if we were finished yet, to which I responded, "We are just getting warmed up". She asked me what I wanted her to do next. "Take off you top!" Her eyes shot wide open and her jaw dropped. She again reminded me that if her husband ever found out, we will both be killed. 

She threw back the remaining wine in the glass, and a second later she was sitting before me with her tits fully exposed. As much as I tried, I could not keep the words "My God…." from escaping my lips. She looked at me shyly, and then smiled the prettiest smile I had ever seen. She lay back down on the bed and raised her hands to run her fingers through her hair. I was in heaven. I immediately started clicking away. In my excitement, I didn't realize that I was slowly climbing on to the bed with her. Before I knew it, I was straddling her torso, looking down at her steady clicking away. Her breasts were amazing. Her nipples were pointing straight to the ceiling. I wanted so badly to kiss them, to nuzzle against them, to suck them into my mouth, but I knew that if I did anything out of line, we were done. I continued to take more pictures, managing to, hopefully, zoom in on her tits for a couple of them. I then told her to bring her hands back down to her tits, and to stroke them softly. I was surprised when she complied. She kneaded each of her breasts, and her nipples somehow seemed to swell more. She then closed her eyes and started twisting her nipples between her fingers. Taking advantage of her eyes being closed, I lowered slightly, and centered one tit in the viewfinder; I just knew this would be the best picture yet. 

I was in total awe of her body, completely lost in the moment. Evidently, I spent a little more time staring at her than I thought, because she suddenly spoke, "I think that we need to stop". The sound echoed in my head. It was the worst thing she could have possibly said. I sat there stupefied. My thoughts were running ramped, what could I say to make her continue. She spoke again, "I really don't think that I could send any of these pictures to my husband without raising suspicion in him". I certainly couldn't tell her that he would never see these pictures, because they were on my camera, but I had to come up with something fast. I suddenly noticed that although she was saying that we should stop, she was still softly massaging her breasts, maybe I still had a chance. 

"I don't think you are ready to stop. I think that maybe, you just want to finish on your own." 

She looked at my questioning, "What do you mean?" 

I answered, "I think you know what I mean!" 

I slowly lifted myself off of the bed and said, "I think that you are enjoying me watching you, and that you want me to see more." With that, I laid the camera on the bed, and reached for the waistband of her hot pants. 

"What do you think you are doing" she asked, I just stared deeply into her eyes. The seconds passed like hours, we seemed to be at an impasse, but I stuck to my guns, just looking into her eyes keeping my fingers in the waistband of her pants. She looked away briefly, and then returned her eyes to mine. Then slowly, as if struggling with herself, she raised her hips off the bed, allowing me to gently slide her bottoms down her legs, and over her feet. There she was, completely naked before me. I continued to look into her eyes but could see her entire body laid out before me. Slowly I scanned down, taking in every inch of her. It was all I could do to hold myself back, her words echoing in my mind, "You have to promise me you will be good". Her breasts were magnificent, her stomach begging to be kissed, her belly button needing to be tongued. The light patch of hair around her pussy was blowing softly from the breeze of the ceiling fan. Her legs were tanned and muscular spread slightly in front of me. I reached over and took her hand in mine, and brought it down to the fine hair surrounding her pussy and told her to stroke it lightly. I picked up the camera, and clicked away as she tugged lightly on her bush. I leaned over closely to her, and took close ups of her fingers busying them selves where I was dreaming to play. She parted her legs a little further, a reaction to the sensations she was giving to herself. 

I continued to take more pictures. This went on for a couple of minutes, until I just couldn't take any more. I laid the camera on the floor, and with one pull, my shorts were removed, and I was standing before her naked as well. She looked over at my swollen cock, and moaned slightly, breathing a little heavier she said, "You promised you wouldn't do anything". I reminded her that I promised that I would not do anything to HER. With that, I climbed onto the bed with her. Kneeling beside her, I stroked my cock with my left hand, and used my right hand to direct her hand to her pussy lips. 

She moaned softly when her fingertip came in contact with her clit for the first time. Her eyes closed slightly, and her hand continued to softly stroke the outer edges of her pussy lips. She opened her eyes and looked at my cock, watching me as I continued to slide my hand back and forth. In a soft sensual whisper she said that she had always fanaticized about watching a man bring himself off. Her words made me pump a little harder which in turn caused her to rub herself with a renewed fever. 




Picture This, Baby



My dearest love,

I want you to close your eyes, and imagine the next time we are together. I know you long to be with me again; to feel me next to you. It's ok. I miss it too. Now close your eyes, and imagine you holding me close. You capture my lips and I run my hands up your chest.

Can you feel me touching you?

I feel your tongue probe through my lips, and I eagerly invite you in with my own tongue. You taste so good baby. I breathe in your scent as our tongues dance around each other. Letting out a soft sigh, my hands rake through your hair. Your hands move down my arms, down to my hips. You step forward, pushing me slightly till I feel the edge of the table behind me. I briefly lift myself up and sit down on the table, parting my legs to invite you in. Our eyes have been locked on each other the whole time, and I could see the fiery lust burning in the back of your eyes, burning for more. I know how much you want this baby. I want it too. I want you so bad, right here right now. I pull you in and lick your earlobe sensually, sending a shiver down your spine as I do so, and I whisper... 

"Touch me..."

I take your hand and guide it up to my chest just above the swell of my breast. You need no further guidance as you move your hand around and cup my breast, squeezing it slightly. You capture my lips once more, our kiss becoming more intense and hungry with lust, and you're now massaging my chest in a steady rhythm. I sigh into your mouth. God baby, it feels so good when you touch me. Instinct tells me to part my legs wider, and I wrap my legs around you, using my calves to push you more into my body. A wave of heat swells up in my chest. Oh god baby, I can feel you pressing into me now. You're already rock hard. Your hands leave my breast and travel down my sides, down to my legs. Your mouth is making a trail of kisses down my chest as you do so. You then push my skirt up my legs, past my thigh highs, allowing my panties to be exposed to you. 

"That's better," I say, as I move my hips up and press hard into your crotch. The feeling alone make my eyes roll to the back of my head as I let out a soft moan at the feeling of you pressed up against my panties. Fuck baby... you lift my shirt up and off, and reach behind me to unhook my bra in one swift movement. 

My bare breasts are now exposed to you and you welcome the sight and continue massaging them, pinching my nipples in the process. Oh yes... touch me more. Your mouth moves down to my right breast and you lick it all around, closing down to my nipple as you bite it gently. Oh god, yes... the feeling sends a jolt down to my hips and I thrust myself into your crotch. I begin rocking my hips, grinding hard against you. Your hands move down behind me, your mouth still sucking my breast as you place your hands on my ass and guide me into you harder. Fuck baby, the feeling of you rubbing against me turns me on so much. I can feel a hot wet sensation forming on my panties already. Careful now, you don't want to stain the front of your jeans now do we? We grind against each other a bit longer, our moans getting longer and louder as you continue to kiss and suck my breasts. Oh god baby, this alone can drive me over the edge if we keep this up...

One hand leaves my ass as you move your hips back and allow access for your hand to move down and touch me right over my panties. I can hear you curse under your breath, saying how wet and ready I am for you as you rub me right over my panties. Oh fuck... yes right there baby. I press myself further into your working hand. Touch me baby, feel me. Rub me right there, god it feels so good. You move back up to my mouth and kiss me deeply, your fingers pressing into my slit over my panties.

My hands slide down your chest, trailing my fingers along your stomach until they reach the hem of your shirt. I pull it up and you let go of me momentarily to take it off, and immediately grab hold of me again. My hand then reaches down to the front of your pants. I undo your belt and slide it off, and loop it around your neck until it is fastened loosely around. You know what's coming? I grab hold of the belt and pull you down, bringing your face just inches away from my crotch. 

You can see it already, my red lace panties hugging my crotch tightly, you can smell the aroma from the dark patch on my panties, right where my sweet spot is. Hehe, you see how wet you make me baby? I think you're smart enough to figure out what I want you to do. My hands run along the back of your head and guide you further down. You require no further assistance as you place your mouth directly over me, licking my slit through my soaked panties. I arch my back and moan softly. I'm already seeing white as I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of your tongue pushing into me over my panties. You remembered baby, how being licked over my panties is one of my kinks. It turns me on so much...

You push my panties aside and in one swift movement, you stick your finger deep into me, my hot juices making it easy for you to slide in and out. I push the back of your head once more and immediately feel your hot tongue press into my clit. Oh god baby... it feels so good. Lick me all over... You find that one spot deep inside me and rub it as you flick your tongue over and over against my nub. My hips press up into your mouth, and you take it as your cue to slide your finger out of me and replace it with your tongue. I gasp and let out a long moan, a start begging you to lick me all up. Fuck baby... Eat me, suck me, lick me hard. Swirl your tongue all around inside me. You then start pinching my clit with your fingers. Fuck, keep this up baby and I might just go over the edge. But not yet...

I grab hold of the belt strap still around your neck and gently pull you back up so that your facing me. I then kiss you deeply, tasting my own juices still on your lips. My other hand reaches down to the front of your briefs. I can feel how hard you are for me already. Heh, naughty boy. I wrap my hand around your length through your briefs, hearing you inhale sharply as I do. Is this what you want baby? You want me to set your free, don't you? You nod and whisper yes. I sit up and push you down onto your back. You're watching me intensely as I scoot my body down so I'm facing right in front of your crotch. Hmm, I don't think I quite heard you before baby, what is it you want me to do again? Tell me what you want, what do you want me to do? 

What's that? Did you say "Suck me?" Heh, that sound nice baby. I hook my fingers into the waistband of your boxer briefs, and lower my mouth down so that it's just inches above you and pull them down. You sigh as you're finally set free, and my mouth barely hovers over you. The feeling of my hot breath teasing you nearly drives you over the edge as you repeat what you asked me to do just a moment ago. Suck you? Suck what? I need you to be specific. Oh, I see baby. Are you sure you want this? You're still pretty quiet. You start cursing and pleading with me as you feel my mouth just barely touch your tip. Hmm, I love to hear you beg baby. Your demands get louder every time for me to make you feel good and suck you off. Good boy, you did exactly what I wanted to hear from you. I give you a break and finally place my lips around you, and in one swift movement take you deep into my mouth. 

My tongue presses into your underside as I move my mouth up and down your length. I feel you place your hand behind my head and push me slightly down onto you. I see you're really enjoying this baby. You know how much it turns me on to see you experiencing so much pleasure from my mouth? I continue my movements on you and I take one hand and start stroking you as I suck you off. I can hear you cursing under your breath as you moan in pleasure. Your hips jolt up into me as you feel yourself coming close to the edge. Not so fast baby. I slide my mouth off of you and sit up. You groan in defeat. Shh it's ok baby. I gotta stop now. Gotta save the best part for last, if you know what I mean...

I slowly climb my way over you, coming face to face with you as I straddle my legs on each side of you. I lower myself onto you, making it so that my lower lips are resting right against your length. We both gasp quietly at the sensation. The hot moisture coming out of me pressed against you drives you wild baby. I'm sure you're seeing white by now because of the intense feeling. Fuck baby, it feels good for me too. I take the moment to grind myself sensually against you, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I do so. Oh fuck... you feel so good against me baby. I'm just inches away from you. All I have to do is adjust myself higher, so your placed right outside of me and I'm all yours baby. I do so and god does it feel good. You watch me intensely as I take your hands and bring then up to my breasts, and you grip them and play with them sensually. I throw my head back and slowly but surely lower my hips down onto you, and you slide right into me.

Ohhhh yes... baby you feel so good. I let out a long moan as I feel every inch of you penetrate me. You're whispering and cursing under your breath about how good I feel around you, closing your eyes and resting your head back. I lift myself up again, and begin a slow sensuous rhythm on you, feeling you slide in and out. Oh fuck... Your hands move down to my hips, digging your fingers into my skin as you grip me tightly. You love when I ride you baby? After a while I take the belt still around your neck and pull you up. As you sit up your mouth immediately bites hold of my nipple and you suck it as you continue to thrust up into me. Yes, suck me, feel me... fuck me. I whisper it into your ear, and the sound of my voice drive you into a lust filled frenzy. 

You flipped me around roughly and pin me down to the table so that you're now hovering above me. You then take yourself and start rubbing against my wet slit, feeling your tip graze against my clit each time you thrust up. Fuck baby, don't tease me. I want you to fuck me... fuck me until I can't stand it anymore, till I scream out in pleasure. Take me baby, do it now, please... You laugh silently to yourself and whisper, "Who's begging now?" You then move yourself lower and you forcefully thrust deep inside of me. OH FUCK... Each time you move out you thrust harder into me, your fingers digging into my hips again as you hold me against you. Oh baby... you drive me wild. Keep fucking me. I'm getting louder by the minute, I look up at you and can see the ecstasy in your face as you begin panting as well. How I love watching you babe... seeing how much you get off to me turns me on so much. You then lower yourself down and grab hold of my lips with yours. Our tongues dancing as you continue to bang me hard. We're so out of breath now, moaning and panting in between kisses. Our foreheads pressed against each other, eyes sealed tightly shut as we feel each other's burning passion coming close to its edge. 

Oh fuck yes baby... I lift my legs up and wrap them tightly around you, giving you better access to thrust deeper into me. I can feel my clit barely rubbing against you as I do and I can already feel myself coming close baby. Fuck me baby, keep going, harder... faster... OH FUCK... I move my head to your shoulder and start biting down on it. The intense pleasure is too much, I'm so close... Make me cum baby... Drive me over the edge. Now baby... NOW... OH GOD... OH FUCK, FUCK ME HARD. YES, I'M COMING...OH FUCK...

I bury my face in you shoulder muffling my screams. Holy fuck baby you make me feel so good. You're still thrusting fast into me, and I can hear you panting and moaning louder. Yes baby, cum for me. My hands reach down to your ass and I push you further into me. You suddenly tense up and with a loud moan you cum deep inside of me. Yes baby, good. Ride yourself out inside me. Oh god yes... You then pull out and shoot a couple more times on my lower stomach. Heh, you bad boy. 

You collapse on top of me, both of us still out of breath as we cling to each other. Your hand rests on my breast, the pad of your thumb rolling around my nipple as you try to steady your breathing. My hands are running through your hair, and I lightly kiss the top of your head resting against my shoulder. 

And I whisper, "Shall we continue this in our bed?"



Picture This Ch. 02



Meet Todd, he is a large man with a six foot frame, piercing blue eyes, and a distinguished beard. He is one of Amanda's closest friends. He is a long haul trucker and they had a chance to meet once when he took her on a three-day rendezvous. After getting to their destination he told her at the last minute, "You have just been kidnapped. I am not taking you home until I make you feel like a woman again." 

All she had to say after weekend was, "WOW! If that was a kidnapping, he can do that again." To this day they still email each other, chat online and by phone. Because of his job, she has not seen him for almost a year.

Amanda is a full figured sexy woman in her fifties. She has shoulder length red hair, green eyes and lips the color of roses. She considers herself bi-curious and has a insatiable sexy appetite. She lives with the love of her life in Western Tennessee. She often wonders what a threesome with Todd, Roger and herself would be like. 

She calls the man in her life a "huggable sexy teddy bear." His name is Roger. He is six-one, with a heart of gold. His has a firm hand but gentle attitude. The size of his dick would be the envy of any man and makes her drool just thinking about it. His kiss makes her weak in the knees causing a spark between them goes clear down to the center of her womanhood.

They have been talking about enhancing there sex life for awhile now. They cannot wait to try, threesomes (MFM- FMF), foursomes, swinging with other couples and singles as well. 

Amanda picked up the phone and dialed Todd's number. She could not wait to hear his voice. It been awhile since she heard from Todd and she wanted to make sure he was ok. 

As Todd picked up the phone and she said, "Hello, how's my Blue Eyed Devil tonight?"

He replied, "Well hello Doll. I was asleep and having this great sexy dream about you. Honey, I just read your last email. Are you doing okay? I read where you are having a bit of bad luck. But I am so glad you have a new man in your life. I can tell by your voice you are very happy. It's about time is all I'm going to say."

She blushed as she usually does when talking to him and replied, "Yes, I am okay.. For the first time in a long time, I am indeed in love and very happy. How are things with you baby?"

He chuckled and said, "If I was any better, I'd be a fucking catastrophe. I am just kidding, things are finally working out for me too. 

She replied, "Good, are you still driving a truck?"

Todd stated, "Oh yeah, I have a new job and a new truck. 

Amanda exclaimed, "Oh good. Do you ever get down western Tennessee way? I would sure like you to meet my boyfriend Roger. By the way, he has heard all about you. "

He replied, "Sometimes I do. Let me talk to Roger. I want to tell him how lucky he is to find a real sweetheart like you." 

Amanda handed Roger the phone and the two men conversed for a few moments. She turned red when she heard Roger mention how sexy, hot and kinky she was.

When he was done Roger handed her the phone and said, "You can talk to him now. Honey, he seems like he is a great friend. "

She returned her attention to the phone, "Todd, I am glad you got to talk to Roger. He is a great guy."

Todd replied, "As long as you love him that is all that counts. Hey, Doll, I need to get some sleep, tomorrow is another long day for this tired trucker."

Amanda bid Todd goodnight and hung up the phone. She then turned her attention to Roger and said, "I wish the two of you could meet."

Roger smiled and said, "You do? Well you must be reading my mind because I am one step ahead of you. I took the liberty and invited him to dinner the weekend after next."

Amanda eyes lit up as held her breath for a moment then said, "Oh honey, you did. I was going to email him tonight and ask when he could come visit. Do you have anything special in mind?"

Roger replied, "I sure do. When I was talking to Todd I asked him if he would help me update your x-rated photo album. He thought that was a hot idea and cannot wait to get here. 

After we all get naked I want Todd to caress you and turn up your heat a bit. Then we want to see you to play with your hot pussy while I take close up pictures. Oh honey, you always make me so hot when you play with your pussy. I'm getting a woody just thinking about it!"

Amanda exclaimed, "I like your idea darling! They make so fucking hot, my nipples are hard and my clit is throbbing! I can envision you snapping shots with a delicious hard on. Ooooooh, Mmmmm, yummy! And you know how much I love sucking dick. I cannot wait to wrap my warm mouth around Todd's dick."

Amanda then said, "Oh baby, you know that after a few snap-shots I am going to yell, To hell with the camera I want you to join us. Roger, I want to feel your lips lapping every inch of my pussy and your fingers fucking my hole. As Todd shoves his dick between my lips. Then I want to lead you both into the bedroom where you can drive your dick deep into my pussy as I suck Todd's dick. Then I also want to sit on your dick as Todd fucks my asshole."

Amanda reached down and slid her hand into her panties and ran two fingers across her swollen clit then brought it to her mouth and licked them.

Roger's mouth gasps open. He rushed over picked her clean up off the couch and kissed her hard. He then looked into her seductive green eyes and asked, "Think Todd will go for that honey?"

Amanda smiled and said, "Agree, hell he would say you name the place and time, lets get these balls rolling!

*

Part two: "SEXY ENCOUNTER"

On this particular summer evening Amanda was home alone, because her husband Roger was gone on a three day business trip. It was just too hot to sit outside and gaze at the stars and she really did not feel like reading. So, she sat down at her computer to surf the net. 

Oh how boring to be alone on a Friday night, bored and horny as hell. As her mind wanders, she thinks about the conversation her and Roger had a week ago concerning a threesome with Todd. Oh God, the thought of what those two men could do to her kept her pussy well primed. 

Amanda has a sexy full figure from her sassy red hair, emerald green eyes to her sexy long legs. Her stats are, 44DD 36 46. She loved all kinds of sex and was bi-curious. Lately she was introduced to swinging by her husband Roger and had done some awesome threesomes and foursomes. 

She was sitting there daydreaming when the doorbell rang, she nearly fell out of her chair. She grumbled and said to herself, "Now who in the hell could that be at this hour?"

When she opened the door, their stood Todd grinning like the cat that ate the canary. Beside him was a full figured redhead. She opened the door greeted him with a kiss and told him to come on in that she just brewed some fresh coffee and they could visit.

Todd kissed her back and then introduced her to the woman he was with. Her name was Janice and she was his fiancé. 

She told them to sit down and gave Todd a questioning look. She was not sure whether to bring up the subject they talked about last week or not. Instead she asked,, "What brings you to this neck of the woods Todd? You must have a scheduled truck run near here."

Todd replied, "Oh not exactly, I wanted you to meet Janice. I also want you to know that she knows all about our devious plan for a hot threesome and insisted on coming to meet you and joining in on the fun."

Amanda looked at them and said, "Well Roger is away on business, and I know he would like to be in on this kind of fun." 

Todd took her hand in his and asked, "Do you think he would mind that we start without him? I know you are bi-curious and Janice wants to help you experience sex with another female."

Amanda's senses were elevated and her pussy was wet and throbbing, and she had not even got undressed yet. 

She swallowed hard and said, "Well Janice I do not think Roger would mind a bit. I really want to know what a woman's pussy tastes and feels like. 

She led them to her bedroom where the three of them stripped as they continued to talk about their likes and dislikes.

Janice stopped for a moment and said, "Amanda, honey you have a gorgeous body and I cannot wait to kiss and caress you."

Todd finished stripping and sat on the bed watching the two women. The women stepped closer to each other and kissed as their fingers caressed each others hardening nipples. 

Janice asked her if she had any sex toys in the room. Amanda purred with delight and replied, "In the night stand drawer on the left side of the bed I have an 8 inch vibrator."

Janice got the vibrator from the drawer and told Amanda to lie down on the bed. Amanda parted her legs and allowed Janice to get between then. A soft moan escaped Amanda's lips when she heard the toy buzzing. Janice ran the toy from Amanda's swollen clit to her puckered asshole and back. 

Ooooh, Amanda was in heaven and almost came right then. As Janice began to tease her hot hole with the toy as she ran her tongue the full length of Amanda's pussy. Then she parted her lips and encircled Amanda's clit with her tongue and slid the toy inside Amanda's hot-box. Amanda grabbed the sheet and purred with excitement. She had never felt this good before. 

Todd sat on the bed watching all the action. He could see that Janice was not only fucking Amanda's vagina, but sucking and biting Amanda's clit. He began slowly stroking his hard dick. After a few minutes he decided to join in the fun. He told Janice to continue eating Amanda and spread her legs as he wanted some of her hot pussy. 

As Todd got behind Janice and rubbed his dick the length of her wet slit she gasped and stopped eating Amanda long enough to scream. "Fuck my cunt Todd!"

Amanda was glued to the action and when she heard Janice's quivering voice she exclaimed, "Oh fuck yes! Fuck her good Todd!" 

Todd had always loved watching two women get it on. The more he watched the more it pushed him over the brink. He thrust his dick in as far as it would go into Janice and shouted, "Fuck, I'm cumming!!!"

Janice bit down on Amanda's clit as she shoved the toy deep and hard into her hot-box. Amanda moved her head from side to side and thrust her hips about wildly. She loved what Janice was doing to her pussy and soon screamed, "I am cumming! Ooooh God it feels so damn good!" 

Both of then sat up and cleaned Todd's dick off. Then Janice winked at Amanda and said, "Time for your lesson on how to eat pussy honey."



Picture This Ch. 02



"Josh. JOSH!" Tim was almost yelling at him to get his attention. "Josh, dude! The light is green. Go!"

"Oh, man! Sorry!" Josh hit the pedal and took off with the traffic. 

"Do you want me to drive? Because I kind of want to get to the party tonight, ya know?"

"I can drive!" Josh let out a phony laugh, trying to cover up what was occupying his mind. "I've got that project due in a couple of days. I'm kind of in trouble on it. I guess I drifted off for a second." He had a project on his mind alright, but it had nothing to do with college classes.

"You're thinking of that right now? Come on! There's gonna be drunken hotties at this frat party! Fuck school! I heard Leslie is going to be there too, if you're still interested in tapping that. If you're not, let me at her!" Tim chuckled. "She's fine!"

"Ok. Ok. I'm there." With that, Josh gunned the car. He would go, feign interest in Leslie, or the hotties, but his 21-year-old mind was already consumed altogether with another female. He wondered how her evening was progressing.

The movie was a great diversion. Thank goodness! It gave Marla the perfect excuse to sit motionless without speaking for a couple of hours, while she indulged in reliving the events of the afternoon. In the dark, none of her girlfriends would be able to distinguish a look of gratification from a reaction to the film, should she become visible in the light from the screen. 

Only Marla knew, her responses were to the "movie" rolling in her mind. Flashes of kisses; a furious tongue lashing of her pussy; a hard young cock drilling her into her, flattening her onto the mattress as he pummeled her with unbridled lust. Marla would have to stop the "reel" soon though, or risk climaxing in her seat. It would also behoove her to gain control of her emotions, so that she could get through the rest of the night. They would be going to a bar for a nightcap afterwards. She couldn't let slip to any of them of her adventures. 

Meanwhile at the party, Tim was drunk off his ass and he knew it, but he didn't want to go home yet. He was desperately horny and wanted to get one of the numerous babes here into a back room for at least a hand job before he and Josh left. The college hotties had been willing enough earlier, but he'd gotten distracted playing a drinking game. Dammit, not only had he wasted too much of the evening in damaging competition but now he was too inebriated to talk his way into some quick sex. FUCK! This sucked. "What the hell! Ok Josh. Let's get out of here!"

Josh had been trying to get Tim out of the house for ten minutes. He knew Tim was near passing out and didn't want him to do that while he was with a girl. It would be embarrassing for Tim (Josh had his friend's back) and then he'd have to carry Tim's 180 pounds of dead weight out to the car too, and he wanted to protect his own back from that. Better to leave while Tim was still somewhat capable of moving on his own. "Shit! I fucked up! All that pussy and I fucking had to fuck it up!" Tim was angry at himself. He had wanted to have sex with any girl in order to keep his mind off the woman he really wanted, desired, needed. He couldn't have her just anytime he felt like it, so he had to manage his body's requirements in other ways until the hour when he could lay with her again.

"I'm sorry dude. I should've gotten you out of the game sooner. I didn't think you were doing that bad." It was the truth. He and Tim were best friends and watched out for each other and therefore Josh had wanted to ensure that Tim got laid. If only Josh hadn't gone off into the backyard to brood over his thoughts, once he heard Leslie wasn't going to be there. If he had stayed inside, he would have seen the alcohol was getting out of hand. Josh hadn't meant to screw Tim like that, especially after what he had done with Tim's mom. He'd have to make it up to him later.

"Awwwwww...s'kay man. I know you got my back!" Tim rested his head against the cool glass of the window. It felt good and helped him to stay conscious while they drove home. Home! Now there was where his heart was! Wonderful heat rushed into his pants, engaging his cock. 

"You know, Josh, there were some fine wimmenz there. I fucked it up though! I coulda got some! It woulda been good too! But not as good as one I've had." 

"Yeah, well, that might be true, but I doubt it. Carrie was smokin'! She was into you too. Man, she's the fucking hottest girl I've ever seen. Even better than Leslie." 

Chuckling, Tim said, "You don't know every one I've fucked. Nope, not every one. I had me some of the damned fucking finest pussy ever. She's in the dictionary under fine pussy, that's what I'm saying." 

It was Josh's turn to laugh now. "Sure dude. Sure. I know all the girls you've fucked. Which one fits that description?" 

"That's my secret. Sorry man, can't tell ya." Tim grinned. 

"You ain't gonna tell your brotha? Dude! Come on!" Josh was laughing harder.

"Nope, sorry bro, can't do it. I gotta hold out on ya this time." 

"Oh, now I'm offended. I've given you the 411 on every babe I've ever done. I was joking before but now I'm going to make you tell me."

In drunken good humor, Tim teased his friend, "Nope. I won't. Nope, not ever." 

Josh, pulled into the driveway. "Ok, it's your secret for now, but I'll get it out of ya! You can't hold out on me bro!"

Getting out of the car, Josh was hoping Tim wouldn't need to be carried to his room. He came around the passenger side, opened the door and saw Tim fall right out. He would have hit the ground had Josh not caught him. This was going to be an ordeal. "Ok, put your feet on the ground and stand." Tim did as ordered. 

"Hey! I can do that!" Then he almost knocked Josh down as he collapsed on him when his knees gave out. Josh propped him up and shoved the car door shut with his foot. 

Over the next five or so minutes, Josh cajoled, badgered and threatened Tim into the house and up to his room. When they finally got there, he let Tim fall back on the bed and was throwing a blanket on him when Tim said, "Thanks mom. When can we fuck again?"

Now it was Josh's turn to almost pass out. Tim and Marla? How could that be? How could he not know? How could he have missed it? He staggered off to bed, his mind roiling with questions and his stomach in knots that would impress a sailor. He wasn't sure how he felt about it, was he jealous? Should he be? Why would he be? He wasn't dating her after all. 

As he hit the sheets, confusion closed in on him, but then so did exhaustion, thankfully. He lost consciousness and amazingly, slept through the night.

Marla, having come home just before they did, listened to their obviously intoxicated antics, but was unable to make out the conversation. Relaxing once she finally heard Josh's door close, she was free to ruminate about their afternoon; to allow her body to experience the sensations and thrill yet again at the recollection of it. In fact, her thoughts stimulated her so greatly, she hungered for more, but that would be stupid gamble. Instead, satisfaction would have to come at her own hand.

Stealthily, so as not to attract the attention of her sleeping husband, Marla shifted her nightgown above her legs to her tummy, easing her hand under the waistband of her panties. Gathering the liquid heat flowing from her depths, she applied it to her engorged clit and began directly manipulating it in slow, deliberate circles while bringing forth pictures in her mind, each more exciting than the last. The combination of physical and mental stimulation soon had her breathing hard and battling to keep from making too much noise or rocking the bed. Aching for relief, she concentrated on the slippery flesh beneath her fingers, hot and ready to burst. One last image, Josh's cock tearing through the folds of her sodden pussy, detonated the explosion. Stifling a loud sigh, she played surreptitiously until the last tiny spasm worked through her.

Marla extracted her hand, she rolled on her side, curling into the fetal position in an exhausted heap. Fleetingly, she wondered what tomorrow might bring, but for now, Marla put aside her curiosity. Rest was her foremost need right now. 

The weekend passed unremarkably for all three of them, though for Josh, it was interminable. He wanted to question Tim, but there was never an instance when he was guaranteed they wouldn't be interrupted. He still hadn't decided if he was pissed off, disgusted or jealous about Marla and Tim. To begin with, he wasn't even sure if Tim and Marla had fucked. Tim had been totally wasted. Josh could have misunderstood his drunken, slurred words. Even if Josh did hear the word "Mom", Tim could have meant it in a wholly different context. If they had sex, what did that mean to him? Could he be Tim's friend knowing that "dirty" secret?

What of his own relationship with Marla? She promised there would be more. Up until Tim's "confession", Josh had already been on edge, desperate to fuck Marla as soon as could be arranged. However, now he was befuddled. If it was true, apparently Marla didn't have an issue with screwing the both of them. Could he have sex with her again knowing he was sharing her with her own son? Would that mess with his mind? These questions and more like them had Josh on a mental hamster wheel, going around and around, for the last two days, never getting anywhere. 

Monday would be his first opportunity to spend any decent amount of time alone with either of them. Tim would be up early for the university leaving Josh free to talk to Marla until the early afternoon when Tim was due home. Surely at some point Marla would have errands to perform and Josh could work it out with Tim. It wasn't yet dawn but Josh was alert, having been over every angle at least three times, full of dread in anticipation of what the day held.

Monday! "Bleck", Marla thought as she whacked at the alarm clock. She got up to start the coffee. As she plodded down to the kitchen, she didn't hear the customary sound of music coming from Tim's room. She shouldn't have to get a 21-year-old out of bed! He should have been up by now, but she lightly tapped on his door anyway. When there was no answer, she walked in to find it dark and no sign that Tim was awake. Approaching the bed, she reached out to prod the lump under the blankets and whispered, "Tim...it's late. Get up!" 

Tim quickly rolled over, startling her has he grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto his bed. Stunned, but still having enough presence of mind not to scream in a house full of sleeping people, Marla hissed, "what are you doing?"

He didn't answer, but slipped his hand up under her robe and the nightgown beneath, swiftly yanking aside her panties so he could insert a finger into his mother's cunt. She was damp and warm, as he knew she would be. He guided her hand under the sheets and onto his rigid, unclothed cock.

Marla attempted to close her legs and get up, but he was already rubbing her G spot, arousing her. She fought hard to ignore it, but could not. Involuntarily, her hips twisted under his touch as she held his dick. Both felt so good, she yearned for him to take her. Tim knew what he was doing to her, she thought ruefully. He had been a good student, thoroughly learning what would get her going fast. They didn't always have hours to devote to their trysts, so often they had "quickies". In order to achieve maximum pleasure, Marla had schooled him on the subject of her body; how to get her off in a hurry should they have a chance to sneak off for a few minutes. He obliged her needs in those furtive circumstances even though sometimes his own might go unmet, knowing she would repay him at some later time; Marla made a point of never failing to reward him handsomely. However, right now he was using his knowledge against her, dammit. They hadn't fucked in a week and though she had planned for an afternoon session on Tuesday, it was evident he was not going to wait.

"Tim, we haven't time! Everyone is here!" She tried pleading with him as his ground two fingers into her, thumb on her engorged pearl.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh.... Please. I'll be quick. I want you Mom."

Time was dangerously short. Someone else could get up at any moment to look for coffee and she'd be missing. She couldn't spend another minute trying to reason with him and at this point, she was near to cumming anyway. Why not finish? "Ok, ok. I'm close baby. Hurry!"

Tim immediately pulled off her panties and lifted the gown. It was dark, but not so much so that he couldn't see the outline of her wonderful body in the glow from the undimmed streetlights. Her musky scent filled his nostrils; taking a precious few seconds, he bent down to take a swipe at her womanhood with his tongue, savoring the sweetest of all flavors he could imagine, the juice of his mother. It was worth it if only to recall it later in the day.

Rising, he roughly tugged on her legs to get her into position for entry. Marla bent her knees in preparation as he placed a hand on either side of her, first nudging the opening of her pussy with the tip of his raging hard on, then plowing through the soft yielding wetness to the bottom of her in one movement. Her back arched to meet his pelvis, greedily taking in as much as she could of her son's manhood. She would never have initiated such a perilous coupling in the first place, but once again, she was happy Tim had talked her into fucking him to begin with and now this moment as well. 

She pivoted to bring her butt up off the sheets as he hammered into her, his neck muscles flexing under her arms as she clung to him. The collision of their bodies made low clapping sounds in the silent room. 

In a rasping, barely audible whisper, she implored him, "Oh Tim, yes, fuck your mother. Your cock belongs to me. Baby, give it to me. Make me cum."

He answered by pounding her harder, faster, wanting to hear the panting, wild climax he knew so well. It was near, he could tell from the rigidity now overtaking her as her legs clamped tightly, at his sides.

"Yes, mother, that's it. Cum for your son."

Marla was breathing hard, gulping in air as she worked her hungry pussy hard to swallow his meat. The tension in her loins was building. Though she could have lain there for hours enjoying their coital union as his member, like some kind of power tool, punched in and out of her; she had to let go and finish or potentially get caught. In a few more blistering strokes, she gave way, cumming in a fury, slamming her hips back at him, uttering quiet words of rapture. 

"Oh my love. Oh yes, you're so good to your mom."

Having achieved his goal, Tim released his seed deep into his mother's womb in long gushes. Marla felt his every shot. Hot, lovely semen was filling her. In the half-light, she could see the outline of his handsome face, straining as he blew his wad. She loved the look of him when he came. The pleasure she gave him delighted her soul.

Tim continued, softly thrusting in and out of her for a few more seconds, but knew he must withdraw and let her go. He hated to detach from her, but he had to now. He pulled his still leaking cock from his mother's vagina and flopped onto his back. Marla got up on an elbow and nuzzled his cheek. "You know I don't want to go, but I have to."

"Yes mom, I know. You'd better. I don't want us to get jammed."

In order to extricate herself from the bed, Marla lifted her leg over his body, briefly straddling him. She playfully dipped down on his still firm dick, quickly penetrating herself, slid down and back up on it, then put her feet on the floor. 

"Time to rise and shine honey!" She thought with glee, oh, he already did rise. She flipped on his light, beamed at him, then left the room.

Later, while marching through the routine of her morning, she noticed her legs were wet. She had forgotten her panties in Tim's room, leaving the contents of her pussy free to seep out. Later she would retrieve them later, after everyone had left. In the interim, she visited the bathroom to mop up her son's cum which had trickled out to her mid-thighs. As she sat there blotting, Marla enjoyed the sexy warm aroma in which she also detected her own contribution. Unable to resist the naughty impulse, she inserted two fingers in herself, then sucking them into her mouth. Always one to enjoy the flavor of her own cunt, Tim's salty emissions were an extra treat. After finishing her little chore, she put on fresh undies from her bureau and went on with the day until everyone had departed, leaving her alone with Josh.

He emerged from his room upon hearing the last of them go out the door. "Marla, could I talk with you?"

The concern in his voice put her on alert, but she was already well aware he would be keen to speak with her. He had to be. There had been no opportunity to discuss what had happened between them on Friday . "Sure dear," she replied, following him into his bedroom.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he launched his inquiry. "Marla, how do you feel about what happened Friday?" Josh wore a sullen and serious expression on his face. The weekend had been excruciatingly long for him and it showed. He thought this moment would never arrive. He had to know where she stood.

Perching next to him on the bed, she ran her fingers through his hair, allowing her hand to brush his cheek. He looked haggard and exhausted and so very worried. "I know we shouldn't have done it, but I don't feel bad about it Josh. I don't feel bad towards you. You look so tired, are you ok? Are you worried about that?"

Relief poured over him like drenching rain on dehydrated land, reviving his spirit, yet he was not completely at ease as he pressed forward. "Yes, I am afraid. I've been scared you would regret it and would tell me to leave." 

He was extremely blunt and without guile due to fatigue. A thousand thoughts had tortured him the weekend through. He was sure he read rejection in her every gesture and word towards him over the last two days. Josh couldn't bear it if she hated him. There was still the matter of whether she was fucking Tim or not, but he decided on the spot, that it didn't matter as much to him as to remain in her good graces with the chance, as far-fetched as that might be, of laying in the heaven of her arms, buried deep within tight caress of her love tunnel. 

"No, Josh. You needn't worry. I take responsibility for my own actions. I couldn't make you pay for my mistake."

Mistake? Josh's heart sank into his stomach. All hope, the relief he had just experienced, vanished. There it was. The rebuff he feared most. He didn't hesitate to follow up, "It was a mistake?" His voice was tiny.

Upon hearing the misery and dejection in his voice, her maternal instincts kicked in. Marla wrapped him in her arms, though he was a bit like hugging a brick wall, so solid was his body. Josh and Tim shared a striking physical similarity in that respect. In fact, she was amazed that fact had escaped her up to now. They greatly resembled each other! They could be brothers, well twins as they were the same age. 

"Josh that was a bad choice of words. I'm sorry. It was wrong for us to have sex. You know that and therefore it can be called a mistake, but it doesn't mean I don't want you, when it's safe." 

Marla had already rationalized the situation, as much as she could and was going to keep on fucking them both. It was not right, in fact it was hellishly wrong, but her reasons and well, excuses, for that is what they were, were good enough justification in her mind.

"However, you cannot ever push yourself on me. You cannot ever take chances. You must promise me never, ever to reveal to anyone what we did or will do. You will promise me that if you have any regard or care for me in the least."

In just 30 seconds Josh had gone from Dante's Inferno to the very pinnacle of divine paradise. Dumbstruck, no sound came when he tried to respond. Inhaling, he tried again and managed to squeak out, "Of course Marla. Whatever you say." 




Picture This Ch. 02



He crushed her to his chest, almost laughing and then almost crying.

With much effort, Marla twisted her head free to look up at him. Moved by his palpable joy, she kissed the only part of him she could reach, trapped as she was in his grip, his neck. She loved to kiss a man's neck. Muscular and firm, but the skin soft and tender, she pecked and sucked it. Her lips at his neck caused an instantaneous erection to spring up in his shorts. He even moaned, so unexpected and sensuous was the feeling. Releasing her, Josh bent to her face and kissed her fiercely, with all his passion brought to bear on her. 

Marla returned it with her own zeal, drawing his tongue almost into her throat, dancing in partnership with her own. Arms free to move, she pulled at his close cropped hair, then dragging her nails across his shoulders. She was pleased when he lightly tugged at her hair and more so when she felt his fingers slip down to massage her back side. 

Suddenly she remembered, she had not sufficiently washed Tim from her pussy. She couldn't let Josh taste her, as she suspected that was next in his plans, but she did want him to fuck her this minute, to seal their deal.

Freeing herself from his grasp, she got on her feet. "Honey, I need a shower. I don't want you to lick me right now. Is that ok?"

"YES! Of course!"

She got back on the bed on her knees, bending over, rump in the air. "Take me this way, quickly and after I bathe, we enjoy each other more, ok?"

This was almost more than he could process, but he rapidly recovered and stripped down, leaving his naked hardness pointing directly at her. Her panties were in the way, but he promptly did away with them and without preamble, rammed himself deep into her. 

Marla allowed herself a loud "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yes!" What a wanton thing she was, shoving back onto him, hard as she could. Their legs shook as they mated like wild animals. 

"Marla, fuck! You feel so good!" Josh's voice resounded through the air.

"Baby, fuck me hard as you can!"

His cock cut through her sodden pinkness. How she loved his young man's strength, lifting her almost off the sheets. He was as good as Tim and as she thought of the two of them, her boys, it made her even more excited. It was a scenario that she had never contemplated and as she reflected upon it, her enthusiasm increased, making it difficult to determine who was fucking whom. Throwing her head back for a glance at him, she was overjoyed at the sight of him. His muscles and sinew flexed to bulging as he used every fiber to hammer into her as he clasped her waist between his hands. His face, so like her son's, in blissful retreat. 

Though it wasn't required that they hurry, it was better if they finished soon, Marla thought, so they could better use the rest of the morning after she washed and before Tim returned home.

Her orgasm was imminent; her pussy was on fire and building, and sensing he was near too, as his cadence had changed, she decided it was time. Focusing on their union, her climax began in tremendous shudders in her mid-section. Josh continued to move in and out of her like a piston; she allowed it to engulf her, sure that Josh would follow.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh...Marla, here, here it is." As he exploded, he halted, buried to the hilt in her soaking throbbing cunt. Marla permitted herself a scream as she too came. "Joshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

He crashed into her again and shot off some more. Moaning like a bitch in heat, she writhed on his dick, rocking forward and back in short quick movements, then making circles on it with her bottom.

"I don't want this to stop Josh. I could do it for hours, but I want you to do more to me after my shower."

Josh knew she was right, but as his hard on had barely subsided, he was consumed by lust. No, he had to let her go. Later, later Josh he told himself.

With great will, he brought it to an end, removing his aching meat from hers, flipping Marla onto her back so he could kiss her luscious mouth.

"Josh, you are so sweet my darling," she said, as he raised his head up to study her. A grin danced across his face, "you are sweeter than I could ever have expected."

With that she pecked at him once more and got up. Smirking, she pranced to the door and opened it, turning back to say, "You want to wash my back?" 

Then she ran from the room, squealing with laughter.



Picture This Ch. 03



"A Lesson She Won't Forget!" 

Janice turned and moved over to Amanda's side of the bed. She then pulled Amanda close and kissed her lips softly. Then glanced over at Todd and told him to find a good spot to sit and watch. She wanted to see him stroking his dick as he watched the two women get it on. 

Janice then said, "The pussy eating lesson is about to begin. Are you ready Amanda?"

Amanda replied, "Oh yes, I cannot wait to begin. My clit is throbbing already!"

Janice then returned her attention to Amanda. She licked her lips when she cupped Amanda's 42D's. Then she purred in delight as she begin kissing and biting Amanda's hard nipples. Then her hands slid them past the gentle flair of her hips until they were resting on Amanda's hot bush. 

Janice sensed that Amanda was unsure of what to do next. She just kissed her and instructed her to lie down. Janice's experienced hands explored every sensual curve of Amanda's She kissed her face with soft butterfly then said, "Just relax Amanda, I am about to take you on a trip through paradise!" 

Janice then kissed Amanda's neck and left a wet trial down her wanting body Amanda moaned softly. When Janice sucked in Amanda's nipple she felt her quiver and moan. 

As Janice ate her Amanda's fingers traced the small of Janice's back and loved the soft velvety feeling of her skin.

Janice paused for a moment then looked over at Todd and he was last in a trace, his hard dick throbbing in his fingers. Suddenly their eyes met, she winked at him and he blew her a kiss, and she knew he loved the show.

Janice continued eating Amanda's pussy. She glanced up into Amanda's eyes as she ran her tongue across the silky public hair. Then Janice spread her labia and slid her tongue along the inner folds of her wanting pussy When she did, Amanda gushed fluid and shuttered with excitement. 

Amanda ran her fingers through Janice's hair urging her mouth on. Janice's experienced tongue was making Amanda dizzy with excitement and she could not wait to return the favor.

Janice, ignored Amanda's clit for the moment and concentrated on tongue fucking her deep inside her hot hole and enjoying the sweet nectar. Amanda arched her back and bucked her hips in an effort to rub her throbbing clit. Janice waited for what seemed like an eternity then slid two fingers deep inside her, then sucked her clit like a hungry kitty lapping at a bowl of milk. 

Amanda screamed and clutched the covers as her first earth shattering climax begin building. Oh god, Amanda did not know a woman's touch would give her so much pleasure! 

Janice's tongue begins to tickle Amanda's clit with increasing fervor as her fingers worked on her pulsating hole. Amanda closed her eyes and let Janice's tongue bring her closer to climax.

Just then, Janice felt a tap on her shoulder and when she looked up she saw Todd's hot member inches away from Amanda's mouth. 

She knew this little scenario would turn him on past the point of just watching. He has always told her that he wanted watch Janice eat another woman. Then join in the fun and fuck the other woman's mouth as Janice ate her pussy. 

Never in her wildest dreams did Amanda realize that having sex with another woman would make her feel so turned on. 

Amanda looked up at Todd's stiff dick, purred like a kitten then opened her mouth and engulfed his dick. She tasted the sweet nectar of his impending climax as her tongue worked its magic. 

Janice slid her finger into Amanda's pussy and finger fucked it deep and hard. But when she slid it into Amanda's ass it caused a chain reaction and a flood of new feelings. Amanda's body shook with wave after wave of a glorious new feeling as an earth shattering climax overtook it. 

Watching the two woman was all that Todd could take he screamed, "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum!" 

Janice stopped eating Amanda and said, "Come all over us darling!"

The two women sat up and lapped at Todd's dick as it spewed it's sweet honey all over the two of them. The two women spent a few minutes licking the delectable delight from each other. 

Then Amanda instructed Janice to lay back and let her taste the familiar sweetness of her juices. She kissed her and their tongues danced in passion. She then began to explore Janice's sensual body with her fingers, mouth and tongue. 

Amanda was lost in desire as her mouth moved from one tit to the other nibbling at the swollen nipples feeling them harden in her lips. She then suckled Janice's nipples like a baby as her hands roamed the rest of her beautiful body.

Janice uttered, "Amanda," as she gave her words of encouragement and taught her the joys of pleasuring another woman. 

For the first time, Amanda felt comfortable having sex with a woman and her mouth tasted the delights of Janice's womanhood.

For the first time Amanda looked at the inner folds of another woman's pussy close up. Her lips unlike Amanda's were smooth shaven with just a small mat of fur on the pubic bone. She parted her lips and ran her tongue the length of Janice's pussy and savored the sweet tangy juices. Her tongue then went in search of Janice's honey. When she slid her tongue into Janice's hot-hole Amanda felt her own juices trickle down her legs. 

Then Amanda ran her tongue across Janice's hard clit and she heard her moan. Then she slipped two fingers inside her and finger fucked her as she continued flicking Janice's clit with her tongue. 

Janice's hands guided Amanda's head close as she moved her hips in fucking motion matching the rhythm of her tantalizing tongue. Janice's breathing became rapid and shallow and Amanda knew she was nearing climax.

Then all the sudden Amanda felt fingers fondling the inner folds of her hot pussy. She stopped eating Janice for a moment and looked back and there was Roger naked and ready for action. 

Roger kissed the back of her neck and said, "Oh honey, when I walked in and saw the hot action, I just had to join the fun! Now, I'm going to slide my hot dick into your tunnel of love and fuck you like you never been fucked before as you as you eat Janice! " 

Amanda was only a beginner, but the feelings were so intense it was if she had done this a dozen times before. As her fingers steadily finger-fucked Janice, her tongue encircled her clit bringing her closer and closer to climax.

Janice begin to shiver and shake and her body tensed. She screamed out Amanda's name and let her know she was cumming. Amanda eagerly swallowed the sweet nectar and then felt my own body quake as another climax overtook her. 

Roger fucked her deep and hard and followed simultaneously cumming and filling Amanda's pussy with his hot juices. 

Janice told Amanda to turn around and do a sixty-nine with her, because she wanted to eat Roger's cum from Amanda hot-box. They quickly got into position as the men watched. 

Amanda continued eating Janice's pussy as Janice hungrily ate Rogers hot cum mixture from Amanda. Amanda screamed, "Ooooooh fuck, yessssssss! I am cumming!" 

Amanda was elated, two of her favorite fantasies became reality on the same night. Here she was having sex with another woman and a foursome.



Picture This Ladies



PICTURE THIS LADIES IF WILL:

It's your first time in an establishment such as this & you're wandering around the room admiring the artwork & sculptures. You're wearing the terry-towelling bathrobe provided by the resort. There are candles everywhere, giving the room a soft feeling & providing a citrus like aroma. Stopping at a window in the south wall, you take in the gentle breeze which is a welcome relief to the stifling heat of this afternoon. 

The moon shimmers on they bay making it look like a mirrorball. The palm trees further up the beach barely move in the breeze & the cypress trees cast eerie shadows across the beach. Back down the beach, the moon has also cast shadows on the bungalows where you are staying. 

A voice interrupts you from your reverie, a deep, male voice, that you find comforting. You turn to face the speaker & a barely audible gasp escapes your lips as you look upon the dark skinned man standing before you. He is at least 6'4", about 175-180 lbs, penetrating brown eyes, bald as a cue ball & naked from the waste up giving you a fantastic view of his wash board stomach, he wears what looks like a pair of fine session cargo pants & the hems of the legs rest on top of his naked feet. He introduces himself as Rahni & calmly asks you to remove your robe & lay face down on the on the huge massage bed in he middle of the room. Without waiting for a reply, he turns & disappears behind an ornate bamboo screen. 

You remove your robe & do as you have been instructed, resting your head on your crossed arms. Rahni comes around in front of you & places his tray of trade by your left shoulder, which causes you to notice that the massage bed is unusually low to the ground. On his tray are 3 small ceramic jugs that you feel must contain some oils of some sort & a pair of white hand towels. In his soothing voice he asks you if you are ready, you answer that you are & he begins. 

From a pocket of his cargo pants he produces a remote control of some sort & presses 1 of the buttons & you hear the subtle tones of some ambient & meditative music, then you feel the oil being dripped onto your back & it makes you shiver. In his calm voice he asks you to relax & his hands start to send all the of tensions in your body to another dimension, between the soft, lilting music & the movements of his hands, you begin to drift off into your own world of relaxed bliss. The feel of his hands & fingers on your body keep you centered, this allows you to relax completely. 

His hands work all over your back, neck & shoulders, up & down your arms & moving to your lower lumbar region. He asks that you remain still & he moves to the foot of the bed & starts on your feet & lower legs. 

You feel the dripping of the oil on the tops of your legs, then slowly moving down your calves. His fingers begin rubbing the oil into your skin, it's at about this time you begin to feel the oddly familiar sensation developing in your lower abdomen, but you ignore it for now, then as his hands move higher up your legs, the sensation becomes more insistant. 

When his hands reach your lower thighs, you find it difficult to ignore the sensation, as his hands move higher the sensation moves lower. When his hands touch the tops of your thighs at the crease where your legs meet your bum, the feeling has now crept into your mound of venus, as his fingers manipulate the flesh on either side of your pussy, you try to disguise the subtle movement of your hips, as you try to scratch the itch that has now lodged itself deep in your womb. His fingers brush against the outer labia, you moan & as if on impulse & of their own accord, your legs part slightly. 

You lift your hips away from the bed, offering an open invitation to him to explore further. He takes the cue & slides one hand delicately between your legs & his index finger separates the outer labia. You know you must be wet & then realise that he must know this to. As if reading your mind he inserts the said finger slightly into your wetness, he adds a second finger & your hips raise a little higher, your focus is now on his hand & fingers. 

Time has now lost all meaning for you as the feeling this man's hand & fingers is giving you overrides all your senses. 

He inserts a third finger & starts to fuck your moist cunt with slow, deliberate strokes. Your moans are now louder & you now don't give a shit if he hears you & you are beyond caring if you leave any telltale signs on the towel under body. 

You begin to move your hips in unison with his fingers, you are now well on your way to an orgasm, your nipples feel like they are trying to drill through the bed. 

You groan in disappointment as his fingers leave your dripping cunt, his calming voice commands you to get on your hands & knees. You move into position & almost immediately you feel his tongue on your throbbing clit, causing you to groan louder than before, you take a deep breath, when you exhale you feel his finger slide into your puckered arsehole & his tongue flashing back & forth across your engorged clit making it feel like there is a golf ball lodged there. 

You judge there to be about 4-5 strokes of his tongue until you explode, the first stroke of his tongue drives deep into you cunt, the second fizzes across your clit, the third in conjunction with his finger in your arse, sends you almost to the top, the fourth makes you bear down on his probing fingers & tongue & you open your mouth to scream your release, the fifth... 

PITY IT'S ONLY A FANTASY AY GIRLS?



Picture This: The Farewell



Her laptop was open on the tray table in front of her and she was lazily flipping through pictures on the screen without really seeing them. There were pictures of ultimate destruction, of buildings in shambles and fires burning in the background. There were images of sadness, like the one of the old woman kneeling on the grass outside the remains of her home. There was a picture of a small boy barely holding onto a puppy, smiling that he had found his best friend amid the rubble. She should have been editing the images and choosing which ones she would send to the publisher. Aaron would expect a preview immediately. 

Without thinking, she toggled between the windows on her screen to stare at a picture of a woman with olive skin and long, wavy sandy brown hair. She was laughing, and Rowan had caught the moment on camera. Rowan could not stop herself from smiling back at the image filling the screen. As she smiled at the photograph, she was flooded with a mix of euphoria and trepidation. Her heart beat faster and froze at the same time. The mix of feelings made her nauseous.

It had been two weeks since Rowan had seen Caroline, and she'd tried to immerse herself in her work. It had been easy to keep busy as she had photographed the devastation and recovery of the earthquake that had struck in Southeast Asia, but she had been working on autopilot the whole time. Her mind had been distracted during the two weeks by thoughts of Caroline and their farewell at the airport.

She had known Caro for nearly twenty years and they had been best friends for almost that long. Caroline's brother had been Rowan's first love and Rowan had been the first person Caro had called the night she'd lost her virginity, even though Rowan was halfway across the country at college. Caroline had been the first person to know when Aaron had proposed, and been there when Rowan had decided that she couldn't marry him. For the last seven years, Rowan's official residence had been the apartment above Caroline's garage, though she spent more days on the road with her camera than she did in her best friend's home.

Until Caroline's divorce.

When Caro had caught Henry cheating three years ago, Rowan had wanted to kill him for hurting her friend and their two children. Caro had crawled into her bed and refused to emerge for six weeks. Rowan had refused to go on any assignments so that she could take care of the people she considered her family. Once Caro had surfaced, they had found a new level to their friendship. They had learned things about each other that they had never discussed before. 

But even with their deeper friendship, they had both been surprised by their farewell two weeks ago. Aaron had called almost as soon as news of the earthquake had broken, encouraging her to go cover it. She had agreed and Caro had driven her to the airport. Just before Rowan had gotten into the security line, they had hugged, just as they had done a thousand times in their lifetime. There wasn't even anything special or different about this embrace. They just held each other tightly, and Caro had whispered, "Be careful."

"Always," Rowan had answered, leaning forward to kiss her. The kiss was a quick peck, just like the hug, something they always did. Caro's hand came up to Rowan's cheek, though, and lingered there after Rowan pulled back. The unexpected touch had changed everything. Rowan felt an electric current and she found it difficult to pull in a deep breath. Her hands had dropped to Caro's hips as they stared into each other's eyes. In twenty years, they had never looked at each other that way.

And then Caro had stepped forward, eliminating any distance between them. Her hand had curled behind Rowan's neck, pulling her down as she stretched up to press their lips firmly together. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Rowan had parted her lips and tilted her head, her hands gliding over Caro's back. 

It was the most intense moment Rowan had ever experienced in her life.

Seconds felt like eternity. The rest of the airport faded away. When they finally broke away, they were both breathing hard. Neither one seemed have words, so Caroline hugged Rowan tightly again, briefly, and then walked away quickly.

Cell service and the internet had been patchy while Rowan was away, so their conversations had been brief. Neither had mentioned the kiss. Rowan had sent an e-mail with her flight details and then called from the airport. "Do you want me to call Aaron to come get me?"

"No. I'll be there," Caro had answered. Rowan had strained to try to hear something in her friend's voice that would reveal what she was thinking or feeling. Nothing had changed in her tone, though. 

The plane was making its descent and the flight attendant was instructing them to put up their electronics. Reluctantly, Rowan closed her laptop, but her nerves increased even more without the attempt at work there to distract her. She bounced her legs while her heart thudded against her breast. In her mind, she began counting the minutes. 

When the plane touched down, she shouldered her backpack and gripped her passport to make her way slowly down the aisle. She travelled enough that delays did not bother her. She knew once she was outside the narrow confines of the airplane, she would pass most of the other passengers in the terminal. She waited patiently through customs, her emotions mixed as she moved through the line. Part of her was glad for the extra time to prepare her mind and heart to see Caro, but she also wanted to get their reunion over. She knew the kiss had changed their relationship, but she did not know what shape that change would take.

After she cleared customs, she took her time walking through the airport, until she neared the security exit. She could see Caroline's curls in the distance and Rowan's step faltered. Caroline was sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs, reading a book while she waited and occasionally looking up to see if Rowan was coming yet. As if sensing her, Caro's eyes lifted and connected across the distance. She smiled broadly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before carefully marking her spot in the book and standing. 

Rowan's heart skipped a beat. 

She made her way through the crowd of people to where Caro was standing. Caro immediately put her arms around Rowan and hugged her tightly. Rowan returned the embrace, thinking that it was just like every hug they had ever shared, except this time she noticed crazy things like the scent of Caroline's apple shampoo. The hug was brief, though. Caroline stepped back, cupping Rowan's face in her hands, her green eyes sweeping over her friend's face. Rowan couldn't speak or move. "You look exhausted," Caroline finally announced, stretching up to place a quick kiss on Rowan's lips. The kiss was like every kiss they had ever shared, except for one. Caro's lips were there and then gone. She released Rowan immediately. "Let's get you home. Didn't you sleep on the plane?"

"I'm not even entirely certain what day of the week it is," Rowan answered easily as she fell into step beside Caroline. As they walked toward the airport exit, they made polite chit chat with one another. Caroline asked about the flight and the trip. Rowan asked about the children. It was not awkward conversation, but natural. There was nothing different or unusual. Rowan finally began to relax as they walked through the parking garage to Caroline's black SUV. She placed her backpack in the hatch and climbed into the passenger's seat, listening as Caroline gave a running dialogue of the last two weeks. She settled comfortably into the seat, adjusted her seatbelt, and leaned back with a smile. Her heart was full with joy.

"Row," Caro's voice suddenly said sharply. "Rowan." Rowan started, her eyes popping open. Caroline's hand was on her thigh, shaking her lightly, and Rowan could hear her phone ringing. She fumbled in her pocket, looking around to determine how far they had driven. They were nearly halfway home, she decided as she glanced at her phone. It was Aaron. She tilted the screen toward Caro. "Go ahead," Caro said. "But tell him he's not allowed to send you on another assignment for at least six weeks."

Rowan answered the phone as Caro's hand moved from her thigh to her hand. She threaded their fingers together and continued driving as Rowan talked with her agent. Rowan tried not to react to Caro taking her hand, and tried not to think about the fact that it was the most natural feeling in the world to be holding her hand.

Aaron kept her awake for the majority of the rest of the trip home, and Caro did not release her hand until the vehicle left the interstate for the narrow roads of the suburbs. Caro pulled into the garage and they got out in silence. Caro tried to pick up Rowan's backpack and grunted. "How do you carry this thing?" Rowan took it and swung it easily onto her shoulders, glancing toward the steps that led to her apartment. "No," Caro said. "Come let me fix you something to eat."

Rowan followed her into the kitchen, depositing her backpack in the floor. "Just a sandwich, please. I'm too tired to chew," she said. "I'm going to the bathroom."

Rowan disappeared into the hallway and Caroline rummaged through the cabinets and refrigerator to fix Rowan's favorite sandwich. When she finished it, she glanced at the door with a frown. "Row?" she called, carrying the paper plate into the hall. She glanced in the living room, and then at the open bathroom door. "Rowan?" She wandered down the hall until she reached the door to her bedroom. Rowan was sprawled across the bed, sound asleep. Caroline leaned against the doorframe, staring at her best friend with a smile on her face. She sat the sandwich on the top of the dresser and crossed to the bed. She gently pulled off Rowan's shoes before laying down next to her, resting her head on Rowan's shoulder, and closing her eyes.

The morning sunlight was filtering through the window blinds when Rowan finally stirred. Before she was fully awake, she tightened her arm around Caro's shoulders. Caro made a soft sound of contentment, snuggling closer before looking up. "Good morning," she said with a smile.

"I'm sorry," Rowan replied without releasing Caroline. "I didn't mean to fall asleep," she continued. Caroline's arm was lying across Rowan's chest and Rowan allowed her fingers to dance lightly along her friend's flesh.

"It's all right," Caroline assured her. "It was actually the best night of sleep I have had in about six months." She stretched upward and pressed her lips to Rowan's. The kiss had the same intensity as their moment at the airport. At first, the kisses were just lingering touches, their lips pressed firm. Slowly, they relaxed, opening to each other. Their tongues met shyly. Rowan's hands were resting on Caroline's hips as they explored each other's mouth. They were both breathing hard. Rowan's heart was pounding against her breast. Somewhere in her mind, a voice was screaming at her to stop. In an effort to ignore that voice, she rolled them until Caro was on her back. Caro's hands were on either side of Rowan's head, making certain there was no escape for either of them.

"Mama?" a voice called through the house, stopping them both instantly. It was like a cold bath of water coursed through Rowan's veins. Caro's eyes were wide open, no longer hooded by passion. Rowan pulled back so Caroline could get up. 

Caroline caught sight of herself in the mirror and pressed her hands to her cheeks in surprise at the flush that brightened her face. She glanced at Rowan, who was pale, then hurried from the room. "Kira?" she yelled as she hurried down the hall. "What are you doing here?" she demanded as she stepped into the kitchen where she found her fifteen-year-old daughter.

"I forgot my Algebra book," Kira answered. "Dad brought me by on the way to school. Is Aunt Row home?"

"She got home last night," Caro answered. "I saw your book in the living room."

"Can I go see her? Did she bring us anything?"

"She always does," Caroline said causally, returning with Kira's book. "She's still sleeping, but she'll be here at supper tonight. Now, get going so you're not late for school." She kissed Kira's cheek and pushed her toward the door. Once the door was closed, Caroline exhaled with relief, pushing a wild strand of hair off her forehead. She looked around the kitchen, trying to order her thoughts and emotions. She opened the refrigerator, pulled out eggs and bacon, and began to cook breakfast. She started when she saw Rowan standing in the doorway.

"I feel disgusting," Rowan announced after a soft laugh. "I'm going to take a shower." She inhaled the smell of cooking meat. "That's the second best smelling thing I've smelled in two weeks," she announced as she crossed to the door, grabbing her backpack as she went.

"The second?" Caroline asked casually.

"Yeah. The first was you last night." Rowan did not wait to see Caroline's response. She shouldered the bag and headed up the steps to the small apartment that Caroline had insisted Henry add to their home, so she missed the smile that spread across her friend's face.

By the time Rowan had finished showering, Caroline was getting ready to leave for work. They embraced quickly as Caroline headed out for her job. Rowan edited some of her images and e-mailed them to Aaron, took a nap, and answered her e-mails. When the girls came home from school, she gave them presents and listened to them talk about their week. She started cooking supper and when Caroline came in from work, her heart skipped a beat. Nothing was different as they ate dinner. 

After dinner, they settled in to watch a movie together, and Rowan was surprised when Caro sat down close to her on the sofa. Rowan laid her arm along the back of the sofa as Caro tucked herself close, her head resting on Rowan's shoulder. Hesitantly, Rowan dropped her arm across Caro's back, watching the two girls in the room. Eight-year-old Annie did not look at them at all, but Rowan did catch Kira smiling in their direction, an odd look on her face, before she turned her attention back to the movie. At some point, Caro's hand found hers, and their linked fingers rested in Rowan's lap.

When the movie was over, Kira yawned and said good night, kissing them both on the cheek. Caroline scooped the sleeping Annie up and carried her to bed. Rowan carried their popcorn bowls and glasses to the kitchen and was about to head to her apartment when Caro stepped back into the room. "Are you meeting with Aaron tomorrow?" 

Rowan stared at her as if she was speaking a foreign language. It took her a moment to process Caro's casual words. "Yes. I think so. I sent him a few today. Caro?" Caroline was wiping down the counter and made a soft questioning sound. "Caro, are we going to talk about this?"

Caroline continued wiping the counter without responding. She shook out the dishrag over the trashcan, rinsed it in the sink, and laid it out to dry. Rowan watched her the whole time. Caro glanced at the door that led to the rest of the house, where her two children were sleeping, and then at the door that led to Rowan's apartment. By unspoken agreement, they moved to that door and walked upstairs. 

The apartment was an open room with a small kitchenette, two chairs and a television, and a bed in the corner. Rowan turned on the light and turned to face Caro. Now that they were alone, neither could find the words. Rowan's fingers were flexing into fists and relaxing. Caro was looking into Rowan's face. She wet her lips, took a deep breath, and said quickly, "I love you."

"I love you, too, Caro. We've loved each other for a long time." Rowan answered. "But. . ."

"No, dammit, Rowan, I love you," Caroline snapped. "I'm in love with you." She took a deep breath and began pacing the small apartment. "You've been my best friend since the first day of high school, but you can't tell me you hadn't noticed the change the last few months, the last few years."

"Yes, but . . ."

"No, buts, Rowan. I . . . I don't know exactly when it happened, but somehow, my feelings for you changed in the last year. You are the first thing I think of when I wake up in the mornings and the last thing that goes through my mind before I go to sleep at night. When I do sleep at night, that is. I've not slept good for six months trying to figure out what to do with all these feelings that have been jumbled up inside of me."

"That's it, Caro, you are all jumbled up," Rowan insisted. "You've not dated since Henry left. You are lonely."

"Do you think I haven't taken that into consideration?" Caroline insisted. "When I first . . . when I started feeling this way, I went out on a few dates. I didn't tell you because . . . because I was so confused about what I was feeling, and I didn't know what you were feeling, and I didn't want to hurt you." Caro stopped pacing and faced Rowan. "I didn't plan to kiss you at the airport; it just happened. I didn't know how to act on my feelings; in fact, I didn't think I ever would." Tears were glistening in her eyes. "I love you, Rowan." Caro searched Rowan's face. "Say something."

Rowan opened, and then closed her mouth. Words would not form. Finally, she closed the distance between them, cupping Caro's face in her palms. She parted her lips before lowering them to Caro's. She pressed her lips to Caroline's and Caroline responded immediately. Their lips moved against each other, sucking gently. Caroline pressed close to Rowan, wrapping her arms around her friend. For the first time, Rowan was aware of every curve of Caroline's body. She could feel Caro's breasts pressing against her body. Her hips were cradled against Rowan's, and Rowan couldn't help but think how they were a perfect fit together, but she did not think about anything but Caro's lips for long.

Her tongue glided along Caro's top lip, then slipped inside. She tasted Caro, her tongue dancing along the roof of the smaller woman's mouth. Caro sighed, trying to push herself even closer, her arms tightening around Rowan. Her hands roamed over Rowan's back. Rowan released Caro's face from her hands, but did not stop the hungry kisses. Her hands slid across Caro's shoulders and briefly caressed her arms before moving to her hips. From her hips, she explored Caroline's butt, then her waist. Both of Caroline's hands were in Rowan's short hair, holding her head in place as she drank her fill of Rowan's lips.

Rowan moved her hands up Caro's sides, her fingertips brushing against the outside of Caroline's full breasts. Time seemed to be standing still. Everything in the world had disappeared except this moment. Still not breaking the kiss, Rowan moved her hands to Caroline's collar. She hesitated a moment before dropping her fingers to the top button of the blouse. She opened the first button with trembling fingers. Their tongues twined together, their kisses only broken by their need to breathe.

Caro's blouse hung open and Rowan's hands moved her breasts. She cupped them in her palms, her thumbs brushing against Caro's nipples through the satin material of her bra. Caro tugged Rowan's t-shirt out of her jeans and her fingers brushed bare skin. Desperately, Rowan broke the kiss and dropped her forehead to Caro's shoulder, looking down Caro's body as she struggled to catch her breath.

Caro turned to kiss Rowan's temple and stroked her hair softly. "I can't," Rowan whispered. "We can't."

"You don't want to?" Caroline asked, her tone wounded and doubtful. 

"Oh, God, yes, I want to. I don't know if I've ever wanted anything more," Rowan insisted, lifting her head. "I don't want to lose you, to lose your friendship. You've been part of my life for so long, and if this happens, and it doesn't work . . ." Rowan could not bring herself to finish. "We have to do this right." Caroline's eyes filled with tears and Rowan quickly grabbed her friend's wrists. "Please don't be upset, Caro. I . . . I love you." And as she said the words, she realized that they were true. She didn't know how long it had been true, but she was in love with her best friend.




Picture This: The Farewell



"No, I'm not upset," Caro assured gently. "I think that's about the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me." She stretched up for a quick kiss and then turned her back to Rowan as she buttoned her blouse. When she turned back to Rowan, tucking a strand of curly hair behind her ear, she wore an impish grin on her face. "Rowan Elizabeth McKenzie, will you go on a date with me?"

Rowan wrapped her arms around Caroline's waist, throwing her head back to laugh. "I thought I was in trouble there for a moment." Caroline's arms slid around Rowan's shoulders and she raised her eyebrow in question. "I would love to go on a date with you, Caroline Amanda Pearson."

Caroline laughed, and they kissed one more time. "Good night, Rowan," she whispered before leaving the apartment. Rowan watched as she disappeared down the stairway. Rowan heard the door connecting her apartment to the main house click to a close. She exhaled heavily and covered her eyes with her hands, convinced when she opened them the world would no longer be upside down. When she looked, the world was still spinning out of control.

Rowan thought, after twenty years, she knew everything there was to know about Caroline, but the next three weeks proved that she was wrong. The hours they spent in conversation revealed new depths of their hearts. Finding ways to touch became a new art form for them. Each accidental brush of flesh against flesh triggered addictive sparks. They sought more. They stole moments alone when the children were home and had to force themselves apart each night. They treated each other to dinner, attended the movies where they could hold hands in the dark, and went dancing in the city. Through it all, their love grew stronger.

Rowan had been concerned about the children's reaction, but so far, Annie had not noticed anything unusual. Rowan thought she had caught Kira smiling their direction when they had lingered too long over a gentle touch. Rowan expected that Kira understood what was happening, perhaps better than either of the adults, and that she approved of the union.

Knowing that Kira approved, Rowan became more relaxed with Caroline. When Caroline found Rowan sitting in the living room reading, Rowan allowed her to take her book and settled on her lap. Rowan only glanced toward the door once before settling her hands on Caroline's hips. Caroline held Rowan's face captive as they kissed. Rowan's hands wandered freely, caressing Caro's body gently. Rowan trailed her lips over Caro's jaw and down her neck. Caroline's lips brushed against Rowan's temple, her fingers playing in Rowan's short, dark hair.

"My phone is ringing," Rowan muttered, though she did not immediately break contact with Caroline's soft flesh. When the phone kept ringing, she reluctantly withdrew and pulled her phone from her pocket. She glanced at the screen and sighed softly. "Aaron has incredible timing." Caroline kissed Rowan's cheek before slipping off her lap and leaving the room to give Rowan privacy. 

When Rowan hung up, she walked through the house to find Caro again, her shoulders slumped and a troubled expression on her face. She moved aimlessly into Caro's bedroom, opening her mouth to deliver the news to Caro, but no words escaped her throat. Caro had on a pale yellow nightgown that was made of silk and lace. It had thin shoulder straps and a low bodice. The hem brushed the middle of her thighs. Rowan felt her mouth go dry.

Caro turned and blushed when she saw Rowan watching her. She tucked her hair behind her ear, a habit she had always had but that Rowan had never noticed until the last few weeks. Rowan found it endearing. It amazed her how much she had never noticed about Caro now that she was looking at her through eyes of love and passion. A dazed smile formed on Rowan's lips. "Wow."

"So articulate, my creative sweetheart," Caro laughed, closing the distance between them. She took both of Rowan's hands in her own, gazing into her friend's face. "What did Aaron want?"

Rowan's mind whirled for a moment, trying to remember who Aaron was. "Oh, there's been a coup d'état in Central America. He thinks I should go cover it." She watched Caro's face fall, and wondered briefly how often Caro had worn that same expression over the last year whenever she had announced a new assignment. Rowan had always been excited about her adventures, so she had never considered how taking off for weeks at a time had affected Caroline. She had never had second thoughts about taking one of Aaron's assignments, but now she was tempted to call him back and tell him to cancel her flight. 

"Will you be safe?" Caro asked, her voice small. 

"Yes," Rowan answered automatically, though she knew the truthful answer was that she would face danger. All of her assignments carried an edge of danger, and it had never bothered her because she had never had responsibility to anyone else. "I'll be careful."

Caro did not ask when she was going to leave, because she knew that the answer was tomorrow. It was always the answer. She also did not ask how long Rowan would be gone, because she also knew that answer was undetermined. Rowan would be there until she had the pictures she wanted. It was not an art that could be rushed.

Rowan bowed her head, giving Caro the only assurance that she could in a firm kiss. She tilted her head, their hands still joined, as she explored Caro's warm mouth. Caro opened to her immediately, welcoming Rowan's warm kiss. Rowan glided her hands slowly up Caro's bare arms, making goose bumps break out on her flesh. She slipped her index finger beneath the nightgown's strap. "This looks incredible," she whispered, sliding the strap off Caro's shoulder. Rowan dropped her kisses to Caro's shoulder, moving her lips over her friend's flesh. Caro sighed softly, her hands resting on Rowan's hips.

Rowan's mouth moved from Caroline's shoulder to the swell of her breasts, tracing the lace of the gown's bodice. Caro threaded her fingers into Rowan's hair, closing her eyes as Rowan made her way to Caro's other shoulder. Rowan stepped away, her glazed eyes staring at Caro. She turned away, and in that moment missed the expression of disappointment that crossed Caroline's face, but she shut the door and locked it. She glanced over her shoulder to make certain that Caroline did not object. 

Rowan walked back to Caro, pulling her t-shirt out of her pants as she did so. She pulled it over her head without breaking her stride. It dropped on the floor as she reached Caro. She placed her hands on Caro's waist, their lips connecting, and did not break her forward momentum. Caro placed her hands on Rowan's shoulders and backpedaled, meeting the hungry kiss with a ferocity of her own.

They didn't stop kissing when Caro's legs hit the side of the bed. Rowan was unbuttoning her jeans and they faded away without effort. Her hands roamed Caroline's back, relishing the feel of the silk against her fingertips. They dropped down to the tail of the nightgown and began pulling it upward. They finally broke the kiss long enough for Rowan to lift it over Caro's head. Rowan cupped Caro's full breasts in her hands, gazing at them as she fought to catch her breath. 

Rowan unhooked her bra to free her own breasts. Caro lifted her trembling hands to Rowan's pale, small breasts. She ran her thumb over Rowan's nipples, watching as they tightened and puckered. She leaned forward and licked it lightly. Rowan sighed, running her fingers down Caro's arms and back. She closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure as Caro switched her attention to the other breast. 

Rowan pushed Caro back on the bed and they stretched out side-by-side, kissing again, their hands moving over each other's bodies. Rowan's hand glided up Caro's thigh. Caro caressed Rowan's stomach. Their kisses were hungry. Rowan's mouth moved down Caro's throat, her lips finding the throbbing pulse there. She worked her way down, her lips moving over the soft, supple flesh of Caroline's breasts. She kissed around the nipple, and then blew a fine line of air across the damp skin. "Row," Caro whispered, the first sound either made.

Rowan took the sound as encouragement, pressing her tongue to Caro's dark nipple and sucking the globe into her mouth. Caroline moaned softly, her legs shifting restlessly. Rowan turned her attention to Caro's other breast, her tongue and lips moving. Her hand glided over Caro's stomach, the side of her waist, her hip, and then touched Caro's thigh. She let her hand rest there for a moment, her mouth moving between Caroline's full breasts.

Her hand moved up and down against Caro's thigh, working toward the inside. Her fingers brushed against her lover's panties, feeling the heat that Caroline radiated. Caroline opened to her as Rowan pulled the panties away, her fingertips brushed against Caro's slick lips. Rowan shifted to place her mouth over Caro's again as she pushed her fingers inside. Her tongue dipped inside Caro's mouth as she found Caro's hard clit. She swallowed Caroline's moan. 

Caro's body responded to Rowan's caresses immediately. Her hips lifted to meet Rowan's exploring touch. Rowan propped herself on her elbow so she could watch Caro's face as she teased the sensitive button buried in her folds. Caro's eyes were half closed, her lips parted, her breasts rising and falling as breathing became more difficult. Her hands were lying beside her head, in loose fists that tightened as a wave of pleasure struck her.

She lifted her hands to Rowan's arms and shoulders, gliding over her lover's slick skin. Her fingernails dug into Rowan's skin as Rowan quickened her pace, her fingers dipping deeper, pushing in and out, her thumb pressing against Caroline's clit. The vein in Caro's neck was standing out as she arched her body and when Rowan stopped, she whimpered. "Not yet," Rowan whispered, bending to kiss Caro's mouth again and pulling her hand free.

Rowan's tongue explored Caroline's mouth for a moment before slowly making her way down Caroline's throat again. She travelled the valley between Caro's breasts, inching her body down as she licked Caro's flat stomach. Her tongue circled Caro's navel, kissing the slight swell of belly. She glanced up to see Caro's skin flushed, her eyes closed, her breathing ragged, before slipping farther down, her shoulders moving between Caro's thighs.

She pressed a kiss to Caroline's lips, not wanting to move too quickly. Caroline again opened to her and Rowan accepted the invitation. Her tongue glided between the slick lips, pushing deeper as she tasted Caro's excitement. When she found Caro's clit with her tongue, she dragged over it slowly. Caro cried out, biting back the noise because of the children in the house. Her fingers pushed into Rowan's hair as Rowan quickened her assault, licking faster. Rowan's arms slid beneath Caro's thighs so that she could delve deeper.

Rowan tried to watch Caro's face without relinquishing her conquest. Her tongue explored inside Caro's heat, dipping into her most intimate depths, thrusting in and out. Caro was pulling her hair, lifting her hips to meet Rowan's hungry mouth. She was panting and moaning, her legs moving constantly. Rowan freed one of her arms to lay her palm on one of Caro's breasts, massaging it as she moved faster.

Caro inhaled sharply, her body arching from the bed as she crested. She bit the back of her hand to muffle her cry of pleasure. Rowan kissed Caro's belly, the gentle swell of her breast, before hovering over her face. Caro was still struggling to catch her breath and Rowan waited patiently for her to open her eyes. When she finally did, her eyes met Rowan's smiling ones and she laughed. "I'm sorry, I've never . . . I mean, I have, but not from . . . Henry never . . . not that." She hid her face behind her hands.

Gently, Rowan forced Caroline's hands away from her face. She bent and kissed Caro again, this time the kiss full of love. "I'm glad," she answered, brushing a sweaty strand of hair off Caroline's cheek. Rowan shifted them so that she was lying on her back. She held Caro to her, her lover's head pillowed on her breast, her arms wrapped around Caroline's waist and shoulders. Rowan danced her fingers down Caro's arm and they linked their fingers. Caroline yawned and Rowan kissed her temple. 

"I love you," Rowan said, not surprised by how easily the words came but how truthful they were.

Aaron was waiting on them in front of the airline check-in at the airport the next day. He saw their linked fingers and grinned. "Someone looks very satisfied." Rowan smirked and Caro blushed. He leaned forward and kissed the corner of Rowan's mouth, and then kissed Caro's cheek, pausing to whisper, "She tells me everything." He straightened and the trio began walking toward the security checkpoint, discussing Rowan's flight arrangements. 

Rowan did not release Caro's hand until they reached security. They turned to face each other, forgetting Aaron as their arms slid comfortably around each other so that even air could not fit between them. Their kiss was warm and intimate, but lacked the hunger of their last farewell kiss. "Be careful," Caro whispered.

"Always," Rowan answered automatically. She kissed Caro again quickly and broke the embrace while she still had the willpower to do so, and joined the line for security.

Aaron and Caro watched as Rowan weaved through queue. Caroline spoke quietly to Rowan's former fiancé. "Do you remember what I told you when Rowan broke off your engagement?"

Aaron gave a short, sharp laugh, not moving his eyes from Rowan as she neared the end of the line. "Everyday," he replied. Caro did not react to the pain she still heard in his voice. She understood it. "You told me that she had never been mine to begin with. I hated you for your honesty." They both waved as Rowan looked over her shoulder. "I thought you meant your brother. She'd seen him while she was home for her mom's surgery."

"I thought I did, too," Caro said quietly. "Do you think she's always belonged to me?"

Aaron finally looked at her, a tender smile in his eyes. "I don't know, but she's happy."

Caro waved one more time before Rowan completely disappeared. "So am I."