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Steam

By: DJ LaSexy



Evan and Sara pulled their car into the winding parking lot. The health club was attached precariously to the side of a cliff overlooking the ocean, and the parking lot wound around beneath it. At first it looked as if there were only five or ten cars there, but as they rounded each turn a new little alcove of spaces revealed that the lot probably held closer to 40 or 50 cars. The fog blocked out the setting sun and slicked down the trees.

They walked into the dimly lit lobby. Huge candles burned everywhere and some kind of bass-heavy music throbbed from hidden speakers. A young man at the front desk used a futuristic looking phone to call a personal trainer down from the office. She was a woman in her late 20s with dark black hair and blue eyes. Her name was Alexis and she was going to take the couple on a tour of the facilities.

They walked down a long hallway lined with closed doors. At the end, they found themselves in an expansive weight room. Exercise equipment of every imaginable variety filled the room. One wall was all window, looking out toward the fog shrouded ocean. Although a hundred people could have been lifting weights in the room all at the same time with room to spare, there were only two or three people working out. A large, well muscled man grunted under a stack of weights in the corner. A girl of about 18 in a skimpy outfit was strapped into some machine that spread her legs wide apart.

Alexis led the couple to the swimming pool, the aerobics gym, the basketball court, the racquet ball chambers, and the massage therapy offices. Although it was just after work on a Thursday and the club should have been full of people working out, they found every room and facility to be almost empty. Alexis explained that most people came for the bath facilities and offered to show them to Evan and Sara.

They entered a richly appointed changing area. Every surface was covered in dark wood and glass. The floor had a deep shag carpet that threatened to swallow their shoes. Men and women stood side by side, silently changing out of their work clothes. Without fail, every one of them was startlingly attractive. A taught blonde women stood next to a young Asian woman who undressed next to a buff black man who chatted quietly with a man next to him that looked like the famous statue of David. The same music from the lobby pumped through the walls. The air was heavy and moist.

Alexis led the couple over to an empty row of lockers. She explained that while the changing room was co-ed, the bathing facilities were, she hesitated...separated. Without out a hint of shyness she began to take off her track pants and sweatshirt. When she removed her sports bra the couple saw that her breasts were quite large. When she removed her white cotton panties they saw that she was completely shaved. Evan and Sara began removing their clothes and Alexis hung them up in an empty locker. Since she would have to go with Sara into the ladies portion of the bath area, Alexis called over the black guy, whose name was Darrel to help Evan out with this part of the tour. Alexis took Sara by the hand and led her through a beaded curtain and then disappeared into the steam. Darrel motion his head toward another curtain on the opposite side of the room and then followed Evan as he too disappeared into the steam.

At first Sara thought she was in the rain forest somewhere. Giant tropical plants were everywhere in front of what looked like windows facing the ocean. The same huge candles from the lobby provided a warm glow. Artificial waterfalls ran down the wall and into a big drain at the center of the floor. Sara realized they were in a large complex of shower rooms – or rather one big room with many nooks and crannies. When Alexis led her near the waterfall she felt the warm water wash over her bare feet. Shower heads stood on free standing poles throughout the room. Under each one were three or four naked women. In fact, the room was packed, explaining why the rest of the club had been empty. Alexis led Sara by her hand through the maze of wet, naked female bodies. Through the steam she could see the women caressing each other, rubbing soapy hands over each other’s belly and thighs. Sara heard low moaning coming from all corners of the room.

Alexis guided Sara to a line of foam benches that bordered a long, bubbling hot tub. On the other side of the tub Sara saw a mirror image of the steam baths she had just walked through, only it was filled with wet, naked male bodies instead of women. She saw Evan getting his back washed by two body builders. She went toward him but was stopped by some kind of netting just beyond the hot tub. Alexis explained that this was what “separated” the two steam baths. You could look, but not touch.

Sara saw two men just beyond the net lathering up their hands with soap. They reached down and grabbed each other’s cocks and began to stroke and rub their dicks together. Sara felt her face flush and her pussy get damp. Alexis came up behind her and pressed herself into Sara’s back. Sara could feel her big tits rubbing against her and her slick, shaved pussy being pressed into her ass crack. Sara leaned her head back onto Alexis’ shoulder and Alexis wrapped her arms around Sara. “Do you like what you see?” she asked. Sara responded by guiding one of Alexis’ hands to her small, pert titties and the other down to her fuzzy blonde snatch.

On the men’s side, Evan’s new friends were now on their knees in front and back of him. One had his stiff, wet dick in his mouth and was sucking and licking it like a popsicle. Evan grabbed the sides of his head and fucked his mouth slowly. The guy behind him licked at his anus and fondled his balls. Evan said, “Oh yeah man, suck my hard cock. Lick my shaft.” The man behind heard Evan talking dirty and slid his tongue deep into Evan’s butt. Evan groaned.

Looking over to the women’s side he saw Sara surrounded by naked women. Alexis was behind her massaging her boobs and kissing her neck. Two other girls, a short Asian beauty and a cherubic redhead were alternately kissing her lips and nipples. As Evan felt the muscle man’s tongue slide over the head of his cock, he watched as the three girls moved together for a very wet three-way tongue kiss. He noticed then that another women sat on a stool at their feet. Her hands clutched at Sara’s hips and her face was buried in her crotch.

Alexis whispered in Sara’s ear, “Do you like that girl’s tongue in your pussy? Do you like her lapping up your warm cunt juice? Is she licking your hard clit? Tell me...”

Sara whispered back, her breath heavy, “Oh god her tongue feels so good in my vagina. And your hands on my tits. I love watching Evan getting his cock sucked by that guy. I want to touch your pussy Alexis.”

Sara reached back and slid a finger into Alexis’ moist cunt. She ran it along the length of her slit, touching her anus and then up to her clit. Alexis moaned and bit Sara’s ear. All around them naked women were in groups, fondling, touching, and licking each other. The moans had gotten louder and some women were already screaming in orgasm.

The man licking Evan’s asshole stood up and hugged against him. “I want to fuck your butt, dude.” The other man continued to slurp his cock and Evan didn’t even open his eyes. He simply nodded “yes” and concentrated on the blowjob. The other man grabbed some astro-glide from one of the many bottles placed throughout the room, and squirted it down Evan’s buttcrack. The man sucking his cock stood up and told Evan that he wanted to be fucked in the ass too. He grabbed the bottle of lube and rubbed it all over Evan’s hard cock. Evan moaned in pleasure. The man gripped Evan in a tight embrace, reaching around and grabbing his ass cheeks. He spread them wide and the man behind Evan stepped forward and placed the head of his cock against Evan’s anus. Evan could feel the man’s dick going into his butt as his dick rubbed against the dick of the man hugging him from the front. When Evan felt the back door man’s balls pressed against his thighs, he turned the other man around and bent him over.

Sara and Alexis had now made their way over to the foam benches, bringing the Asian girl and the plump girl with them. They all made out for a while, feeling each other up and fingering each other’s wet pussies. Then Alexis laid Sara back on the bench. She stood over Sara’s face, her pussy inches from Sara’s mouth. Sara pulled her down forcefully and lapped at Alexis’ shaved, wet cunt. Alexis bent over so that they were in a tricky 69 position. She licked at Sara’s pussy and motioned for the Asian girl to come help. Together they used their two tongues to lick and suck her cunt, stopping every once and a while to tongue kiss each other. The red head got behind Alexis as she and Sara gave her cunt the same treatment. While Sara licked Alexis’ clit and stuck her tongue in her pussy, the chubby red head licked Alexis’ asshole and suckled Sara’s tongue when it wasn’t in Alexis’ snatch.

As Evan began to get butt fucked by the first of the body builders, he grabbed the hips of the second and steered his cock up his butt. They soon found a rhythm so that as Evan pulled out of the guy’s ass, the guy behind him rammed his cock up Evan’s butt all the way up to his balls. This guy said, “Oh yeah! My cock feels good up your tight ass! I’m gonna fill your ass with my hot cum!” All around them other naked men were stroking, sucking and fucking each other with wild abandon.

As Alexis and the Asian girl lapped at Sara’s blonde cunt she could feel a climax building. She buried her face in Alexis’ pussy. Alexis screamed, “Oh god Sara honey! Fuck my pussy! Lick my cunt! I’m gonna come on your face! Fuck me!” The red head stuck her tongue in Alexis’ ass and she came on Sara’s tongue. Feeling Alexis’ wet come on her lips brought Sara to the edge and she came wildly. “Oh lick me! Lick me! Fuck my hot cunt! Yes!” she screamed as the two girls’ tongues fucked her pussy.

Evan leaned over the guy he was fucking and said, “Oh dude! I’m about to cum. Oh yeah! I’m gonna cum in your ass!” The guy said, “Oh yeah, fuck my hot ass! Shove your cock all the way up my butt! Fill my ass with hot cum!” Evan came in giant spurts, his cum dribbling out of the body builder’s ass and onto his balls. Just then the guy behind him grabbed Evan’s hips and drove his shaft all the way up Evan’s asshole. Evan felt his anus fill with cum and then it ran down his leg.

When all was said and done the clean up was easy. They were already in the shower. They sat for a while in the hot tub, and then left for the changing room.

Outside the air was cool and fog was dense like steam. Evan and Sara held hands as they walked to their car and then drove off into the dark night.

Steam



(with passages by Sapho)

The hours were dragging on. My hectic schedule at my university had strained my pocketbook, my qouta of sleep, and almost all of my personal relations. When I had graduated high school, I thought earning an english lit degree would be simple enough - a class there a seminar here. How far from the truth that turned out to be. I was pushing a heavy load of seventeen units that spring semester, and the stress was building. Not only that, but the sheer cost of books was beginning to take its toll on me. The only part time job I could fit into what was a terrible whirlwind of endless reading and writing was a nightshift at one of those gyms that are open at all hours of the night. 

The job was simple, I just had to sit at the front desk and check identification cards as members came in and perhaps answer the phone once and a while. Every couple of hours I would have my co-worker, a guy only few years older than my twenty-two by the name of Glen, relieve me so that I could check the locker rooms' supply of towels and see if anyone had left a particularly nasty mess.

I think that was the hardest part of the job. The locker rooms at this gym are tiled in a pale, butter yellow color that tends to enhance every stain and smudge left by a careless member. This chain of gyms was so cheap, that it was up to us, and not some janitor, to clean it up. Believe it or not, I think that the guys' locker room was the cleaner of the two. Guys don't leave dirty tampons by the sinks or leave spilled cosmetics on the floors to stain other ladies' feet. Don't get me wrong, I'd rather men sit when they pee (or learn how to aim better), but sometimes they're the cleaner of the two types of pig.

I could see the outside world through the tinted glass doors opposite my post at the front desk, as well as my faded reflection staring back at me. Every once and a while the occasional, slowly humming car would glide past the doors. I just wanted to go home. My nerves were shot from a particularly miserable mid-term in my Poetry class. Our instructor, a rather effeminate man by the name of Professor Hong had ben quizzing us on the writings of the ancient poet Sapho. All the dates and placenames had slipped my mind, but I remember the poems quite well. I thought they were particularly daring for their time - they certainly turned me on. Her elegance with the written word had a way of causing me to fade out of this reality and become lost in a dream-like state of arousal; unaware of any specific memory or fantasy. Usually, I'd snap back into conciousness and find my nipples taught and my sex quivering. 

I glanced at my reflection in the glass doors. My pale skin almost looked pale auqamarine under the life-draining florescent lights, unlike its natural hue of a pale, peach-colored cream. My hair was pulled up into a loose ponytail, and was happy balancing between a blonde and a pumkin orange. I could even see my pale freckles dance around my cheeks and over my thin nose. But my lips, good lord, my lips were a deep wine color. They only do that when my mind has been thinking about the erotic, as do my nipples from time to time. My eyes, curtained by my thin glasses, flicked up to a reflected shadow moving up from behind me.

"It's eleven o'clock, Sonya," yawned Glen as he came to relieve me, "Time to clean the ‘war zone'."

I chuckled lightly at the joke (which I'd heard thousands of times before) and let him sit at the desk. He picked up a thick and worn copy of poetry that I had left open.

"You been reading again?" he asked. 

He wasn't the type of man who used the gym to stay toned. Nor was he the type who used it to bulk up. He was a happy, middle-of-the-road user who was shaped like a large gummi bear. His round cheeks formed tight little balls on his face as he smiled.

"Yeah," I replied over my shoulder, "you should try it some time. Those graphic novels you're always reading don't count as literature."

"They do in some circles." retorted Glen.

"God help us all." I muttered under my breath as I grabbed an armfull of towels and stumbled into the ladies' locker room.

The room was empty. Not many women came into the gym this late at night, except maybe for that one fiftysomething housewife who did more parading in her lycra outfit than she did using the equipment. She hadn't come in that night, so my task there was relatively hassle free. 

After tossing away the used towels and replacing them with crisp, clean ones, I wiped down the counters. As I was finishing up, I looked at myself in the mirror. 

I was a mess. My ponytail was falling apart in thick, amber strands that made me look like a porcupine. My eyelids were heavy, and tired. My green eyes were surprisingly dark. Even the bright yellow tiles of the room failed to liven up my face. I began to inspect my profile. I'm not a slender girl, but no one, save myself, has ever called me fat. One guy called me plump, but I think even that was a poor choice of words. I certainly have curves, some of which I'd like to see diminish a bit. But I've been complimented on my figure. My last boyfriend, a Philipino by the name of Michael, was particularly enamoured of my breasts. "Perky doves" is what he used to call them, because they were pale and ample with nipples that still managed to point upward despite their size. After I broke up with him, I still found myself caressing them in way he used to - it felt too good to forget the way his small hands stroked them. 

I stared at myself for a moment or two more and then gave a huge sigh. Maybe when I had more time, I would work out more to tighten up here and there. But, for now, I had a job to do. So, I gathered up the remaining towels and made my way into the men's locker room.

The main room, where all the open showers and some of the tall lockers were, was empty. So I wiped down the counters of some of the leftover puddles of handwashing. I set down my burden of towels and stepped around the corner into the room where rows and rows of lockers were kept. I thanked my lucky stars that no one was in there, nor was there any real mess to speak of. An overwhelming yawn spread over my face. I was tired. My shoulders ached from the week's tensions. I tried my best to massage my shoulders to only a moderate success.

As I stood there, stroking my muscles, a sudden clank of a glass door being shut caused me to jump. I caught my breath when I realized that someone must have just stepped into the steam room. I heaved a sigh and made my way back into the main room.

The hissing of the steam room's jets filled my ears with an echo. I wanted to just slip out of the room without being noticed. Just then, I noticed something.

There, on a metal bench that sat between the doors of the hissing steam room and the dry darkness of the sauna, was a pair of gym shorts, a red t-shirt and a large watch. Even from a distance I could tell it was expensive, my father owns two Rolexes and this looked exactly like one of them. We had problems with stealing at this gym, and I hated to see someone lose something that valuable. Carefully, I picked up the watch and gently tapped on the glass steam room door.

"Hello?" I called. "Um...sir?"

"MMm?" was the muffled reply from inside. 

"Uh...you left your watch out here, sir," I said, "You don't want someone to steal it, do you?"

"What?" 

"I said, you don't want anyone to..."

Before I could finish, the door opened, revealing a tall naked man. He was dark haired and well built. He must have been in his thirties because I noticed a small peppering of gray at his temples. His muscled chest was covered with a mild carpet of soft, black hairs; which he kept neatly trimmed. His jaw was square, and sharply cut. His eyes were almost black they were so dark. His body was covered with a heavy sheen of steam and sweat, which trailed down his belly (which, I'll admit, was a little soft, but not too bad) and to his crotch. He wore no towel, so I couldn't help but take a fleeting glance at his member which dangled out in front of me. It was a beautiful penis, nothing like Michael's short little pecker. Michael did his best, but our size difference (he was 5' 5" and I am 5' 11") left me wanting sometimes. I suddenly remembered a passage from Sapho:

"Blessed as the immortal gods is he, The youth who fondly sits by thee, And hears and sees thee all the while Softly speak and sweetly smile."

"I don't want anyone to what?" he said, bringing my eyes back up to his.

"Uh...um..."I stammered. God! This man was attractive. "Your watch. It's nice. You might lose it if you...uh...leave it out here."

"Oh yeah." he answered, "Sometimes I forget about that thing. I had a hard game of raquetball today. I guess my mind was more on losing. Thanks."

He then took the watch from my hands. They were shaking. My heart was beating loudly in my ears.

"Anytime...uh..." I mumbled.

"Sean." he said, simply.

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Sean."

"Oh!" I laughed, a little too whole-heartedly in my opinion, "Right! Duh! Okay! I'm Sonya."

"I know." he said.

"You do?"

"It's on your name tag." he said with a smile as he started to close the door. "Thanks."

I watched as his long frame faded into the steamy cloud within the room. The small, overhead light made his butt glisten and shine through the foggy glass. 

I plopped down onto the bench to catch my breath. I couldn't get over how attracted I was to this man. The way his smooth, muscled arms flexed as they held the door open. He smelled of sweat and pricey cologne. But what I found myself thinking about was his cock. It was unusually gorgeous. I've slept with several men before then, and most of them were about as graceful as a tree stump with a badly trimmed limb sticking out in front. Sean was different. He was like a greek statue, only with tanned skin in place of cold marble. 

The past four months had been absolute hell. I had been completely ignoring myself in every way. My bills were going unpaid, my emotions were locked away, and my skin was being denied thick warm desires. The stress had been too much for me, and I suddenly found myself lost in daydream - right where I was sitting.

I began to think of how Sean would feel. I could just imagine his weight on top of me, his muscles flexing with mine. I could almost feel his hot breath on my skin. My hand naturally fell onto my crotch and began to pet it like a docile kitten. I wanted to feel him pressed against me. I was no prude, but I suddenly began to think that I'd spent too much time with my books and not enough tending to my deepest needs. I moaned as my fingers brushed against my labia through my uniform cotton, drawsting pants.

"Ahem." A voice made my eyes fly open.

It was Sean. He was standing above me, toweling off his head and shoulders with one of the white towels from the stack next to me. I was frozen with fear. Here I was, already breaking company policy by being in an occupied men's locker room, but I was caught masturbating by a complete stranger!

"Do you do this often?" he asked politely as he continued to dry himself.

"Uh! Sorry!" I blustered. "Jesus! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to...shit!"

I couldn't move from where I was sitting. I was too scared to even run out of that room screaming from embarassment.

"It's okay." he said in a tone that soothed me for a moment. 

He let the towel fall to the floor. His hand reached down and began slowly and gently stroking his still flacid cock. The moist skin of his shaft buckled and folded temptingly with each stroke.

"Sometimes I do this in the steam room," said Sean, "especially when I'm really stressed out. You been really stressed?"

I couldn't talk. My eyes were glued to his body. My throat made a slight groan as I watched him pull at himself for a moment or two. I could see his long testicles tighten slightly as his cock began to pulse with his heartbeat. I wanted him. I could feel my hand moving over myself again.

"I'm not usually like this." I muttered as I gave myself a heavy stroke, causing me to bite my lip.

"I don't care," he said, "I won't tell. But I think you should just give in to yourself. I mean ... You seem to be a ball of self-denial."

"Mmmmm," I cooed through pursed lips, "You're right."

With that, I reached out to him with one hand. His warm, wet palm joined mine as I pulled him closer to me, until he had to support himself with one knee on the bench. His pendulous testicles swung towards me as he settled next to me. My breathing was heavy. I wanted him. I could feel my sex swell and loosen as I watched him stroke his cock. I sat up and turned slightly, and with gentle, hungry lips, pulled him into my mouth.

Jesus, his cock tasted sweet with sweat and the musk of his skin. I was amazed at how wide it swelled with each lust filled stroke from my mouth. It became harder and harder to accept more of his shaft into my mouth it was so wide and engorged. The salt of his skin was seasoned with the occasional sting of his pre-cum.

"Oh my," Sean hissed, "That feels good."

My mouth formed a smile over his cock as my free hand pumped his glistening rod. I was overwhelmed with my lust. 

Just then, I heard the click of a latch behind me. I only sucked on Sean for a moment more when I could feel the presence of someone behind us.

I looked over my shoulder to see a tall, black man. He had just come out of the sauna, and still held a magazine in one hand. He still wore a towel around his waist, but I could just see a visible bulge building in the front of the towel. His body was bulkier than Sean's, but not necessarily as toned. His eyes were almost like polished oak and his hair was set in small, shoulder-length dreadlocks.

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" asked the tall black man. His voice rumbled through the locker room like an earthquake.

"This is my raquetball partner, Tony." explained Sean. "Tony, this is Sonya. We're just doing a little ... unwinding."

I wanted to jump up and shout, "What the hell? I'm not up for this shit!" But then I reminded myself that I was ignoring myself for far too long. Here was a chance to experience what I had dreamed about in my darkest fanatasies; and here were two good looking men willing to join me.

I said nothing. I just stood before them and pulled off my shirt and then lowered my sweatpants. I then unfastened my sports bra and let my C cup breasts spill out; my "doves" if you will. Sean stroked his cock again. I watched as Tony set his magazine down and then pulled off his towel. His penis was longer than Sean's, but thinner at least nine inches.

I resumed my position in front of Sean, and looked over my shoulder at Tony.

"Why don't you watch for a bit, Tony." I said with a naughty smile, "And I'll get to you later."

With a wicked slurp, I took Sean into my mouth again. His powerful fingers poured through my hair sending spasms down my spine. The sensation of his erection, with all of its exquisite folds and angry veins was enough to make my pussy ache. His hands slid down my back and around to my soft tits. His hands clutched and squeezed them, making my nipples fill with blush.

The thought of this new man jerking off right behind me, watching me suck off this dream lover, made me lose the last of my inhibitions. I moaned over the flesh in my mouth and then retreated for a moment.

"Oooh, my." I heaved, "I think someone's on the edge."

Sean nodded and then said, "Oh yeah. I could just cum all over you, Sonya. Would you like that?"

"MMmm, yes please." I declared.

Sean pulled and tugged at his full penis. Faster and faster he jerked and yanked at himself until, with a deep groan, he shot his sticky cum out onto me! I jerked back for a moment. I had never had someone spill so much onto me before. It was like a fountain of liquid pearl! It was so warm and wet, I spread it over my skin as it shot out onto my tits, my neck, and my belly.

"She likes it." rumbled Tony as he stroked his cock.

Sean merely nodded as he rode the waves hitting him. 

"I think it's time we gave her some attention, Sean." said Tony. 

A pair of dark, gentle hands found their way to my shoulders. I closed my eyes as Tony's mouth rested on my neck and began to suckle on my skin. It was wonderful! His hands migrated from my shoulders to my pert breasts; still moist from Sean. His long fingers teased and pleased my now bullet-like nipples. He gave them a firm, but pleasant tug that caused me to grind my ass against his hard-on. His probing shaft twitched and came to rest between my cheeks. His hands, refusing to break contact with my body, came around and rested on my back. He started to push me softly.

"Kneel forward, baby." He murmured into my ear with warm breath.

I couldn't resist. I obeyed. I felt vulnerable, but slightly powerful, as I knelt there on all fours like a wanton whore. Another passage from Sapho came into my mind:

"My bosom glowed: the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame, O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung; My ears with hollow murmurs rung."

Tony knelt behind me and slowly spread my ass apart to gain access to my scorching sex. My back arched when his tongue playfully flicked at my swollen labia. Sean and I kissed again. The spots of his cum on my breasts were cooling like morning dew, making my nipples harder than ever. His hands fondled my hanging tits as Tony continued to lick me from behind. 

Oh that tongue! Here was a man who enjoyed having a woman in his mouth. His lips were firm, while his tongue behaved like a beaded, wet finger - probing, tasting, feeling, teasing. My ass cheeks clenched as his tongue circled over my anus. I was never really into anal (I'm still not), but I must admit I enjoy having my asshole tickled with something smooth, warm and wet. The tongue stopped, which caused me to break from kissing Sean. I looked behind me with voracious eyes and saw Tony positioning himself behind me with that long staff of his.

My voice leapt up an octave as I felt his cock slip into me with a single, muscle widening thrust. My walls parted with small waves of pain that gave way to sheer joy. He filled me completely, but I could tell that there was no way he could fit up to the hilt; his cock was too long. He began to enter me again and again with slow, languid advances. 

I felt Tony's hands caress my ass in long, firm circles. His touch was like steam across my cool, pale skin. 

"Oooh, so soft." muttered Tony, mostly to himself. 

Sean continued to stroke himself, bringing himself back into a slow, but firm, erection. 

"Mmm...save some of her for me, Tony," said Sean.

"No worries, brother." groaned Tony as his tempo quickened. 

His thrusts became deep and strong, some of them lifting me completely off of my feet. My hands clutched the metal bench for support. Tony was like a jazz dummer, and I was his snare; In-in-in, followed by a long sliding out. Over and over he did this, barely making a word, but I could tell by the way his hands moved over me that he was enjoying himself. He suddenly wrapped his fingers into my vulnerable hair, and pulled hard! I squealed like a little girl getting a surprise for her birthday. His body tensed. He grunted once, and then a potent jet of cum shot into my cunt with shaking spasms!

"Oooh, I liked that, Tony." I moaned as I lifted myself up from my "all-fours" position, "But you know what I really want? I think I need Sean to fuck me while I suck you off. Would you like that?"

"I think I could handle that," replied Tony.

I stood up for a moment, turned around, and then assumed the same postion. This time my ass was aimed straight at Sean. My fingers pulled opn my soaking pussy's lips. Sean said nothing as he stepped up, placed one hand on my butt and then eased himself in me. Despite being nicely fucked by this smooth black man, my pussy wasn't prepared for Sean's girth. It hurt, especially his huge cockhead.




Steam



Steam from the shower filled the entire bathroom. It was almost hot enough to sear her lungs when she stepped through the door and closed it quickly behind her. The damp heat prickled her skin as her clothing fell to the floor piece by piece, then quietly opened the door to the large tiled shower. More steam billowed around her as she slipped in, the outline of his body just visible. His head was bowed and water thundered down on his shoulders and back from the top jets, another splattered against the back of his legs, others sprayed his sides and chest. She loved this shower, it was sheer decadence, especially the sight of him in it. The sound of the door clicking shut caused him to turn, see her, and smile. 

"Been waitin' on you," he said softly as she moved closer, sidestepping one of the jets and sliding her arms up around his neck, lips parted for the kiss she had been thinking about and wanting all day. 

He saw her lips move and was more than happy to oblige, pressing his mouth to hers hungrily, kissing her deeply until he felt her fingers grip his neck when her knees buckled. She regained her balance and stepped back a little, smiling up at him.

"Worth the wait?" she asked with a little grin, teasing her fingers down his chest.

The look that appeared on his face wiped the grin from hers in a hurry. It was intense, and made her heart pound, hard enough she thought it would burst through her chest when he moved in swiftly, one leg between hers, pushing her back against the tiled wall, grinding his thigh into her crotch. This was what she needed, what she craved – his demanding possession of her, something that was intangible enough she couldn't explain if you asked. These thoughts burst through her brain like fireworks.

Then there were teeth on her neck and all thought faded, a hand on her breast, squeezing hard on slick wet skin until just her nipple was between his fingers. She whimpered when he pinched, louder when he twisted, crying still louder into the water that sprayed across her face when he wouldn't relent and gripped her tender flesh even harder. Finally, his fingers slipped off and she gasped with both relief and frustration. It was too much and not enough all at once.

Her entire body felt like a river, the flowing and trickling sensations rocking her in waves. She slumped against the wall, slightly disoriented, then started as the ache between her legs slid down onto his thigh, jarring her into total alertness once again. His mouth never broke contact with her neck, teeth holding her tightly, almost tearing the delicate skin there. A whimper escaped her lips, and his mouth moved to her ear, whispering so quietly she had to strain to hear above the sound of the water. 

"Hands above your head angel."

Lifting her hands slowly, she stretched her entire body, trying to press every inch of herself against him. Her fingers bumped one of the jets protruding from the wall, and she hung onto it with both hands while his mouth moved lower down her body. Lips traveled over wet skin, drinking the water and her at the same time. Back arched, she cried out and sputtered as water splashed into her mouth when his teeth closed down over first one swollen nipple then the other. Lightning shot from her nipples down her belly, and he followed, kissing and licking along the rivulets that ran down her skin. His head tilted suddenly and he bit her hip, a sharp little reminder of her place in this – one to be feasted on and devoured, consumed.

It took every ounce of her self-control not to release the water jet above her head and push him lower as he bit back and forth across the long smooth muscles of her abdomen, scraping his teeth over her tenderly, slowly working his way down and feeling her body quiver against his mouth. He quickly gripped her thighs when he felt her knees tremble. Shifting on her feet, she found her balance against the wall and breathed deeply, letting herself relax. Every nerve ending was fiercely alive and tingling, tormented by the water and the heat, like a thousand tiny lashes on her body. He hadn't even touched the throbbing aching center of her yet, and already she could feel her body climbing that road to release. Sensing that, he paused, and looked up at her. Feeling his focus change, she glanced down and met his eyes.

"Not yet, not until I say," he instructed, and she nodded. 

"Yes Sir, I know."

She couldn't help but think they were going to run out hot water eventually, so she wouldn't have to wait forever, and that thought had her fighting to suppress a giggle. Then she almost choked when without warning his tongue slid lower, into the top of her slit, licking her swollen clit. Bang went her head against the tiles as her pelvis thrust forward involuntarily. His left hand came up, flattened against her body, holding her back while at the same time his thumb brushed against her, pushing the hood of her clit back, exposing the excruciatingly sensitive tip. Moving his hand a little, he let the water run down his thumb and trickle onto her, smiling when he heard her whimper loudly in response. Crouched in front of her, he flicked his tongue over her slowly, teasing her clit, slipping inside her briefly, then back to her clit. The outline of his hand on her belly was the only other thing she felt, the only other sensation her mind could acknowledge as he teased and tormented without mercy.

All she could do was clench her jaw and steel herself against the one thing she was dying for. Fighting, struggling, she held still for him obediently, but the tension was there, he could taste it. Stroking his right hand down her left thigh, his palm closed around behind her knee and lifted slightly, mouth relentless against her. Her body wobbled a little on the wet floor and she trembled with anticipation. Then in one long smooth motion he was standing, his mouth was on hers, and his cock was sliding into her, with her knee up around his hip.

He swallowed her cry and thrust hard into her, stretching her open, touching every delicate part of her. The taste of her was on his lips, all over his tongue, and she kissed him hungrily, teetering on the edge of release, wanting, needing. Her shoulders were on fire, aching from the grip she had to maintain above her head.

Sliding his left hand up her side, he felt the ends of her long red hair and tangled his fingers in them. He loved the feel of her hair in his hands, dry or soaking wet. Gripping her knee tighter with his right hand, he pulled roughly at her hair, tipping her head back a bit and breaking the kiss as he moved faster against her, driving deeper. Her eyes were glazed with lust, affection, respect, and desire, and they widened when they found his and saw the same feelings reflected there.

Twisting his hand higher in her hair, he tugged again and leaned closer, never breaking eye contact when he shoved her hard enough against the slippery wall with his hips to lift her off the floor completely and whispered, "Now angel, let go."

Tears were lost in the water pouring down over them as her body exploded and she sobbed with relief. Her hands fell from above her head and she clung to him, shuddering. He lowered his mouth to her neck and bit hard, groaning at his own release into her. They held onto each other for a long moment, leaning and nuzzling while their heartbeats returned to normal and their breathing slowed. One long, slow kiss that seemed to last an eternity had her toes curling with pleasure.

The water was starting to feel decidedly cooler and she shivered suddenly, even with the warmth of him against her. Laughing, he stepped back and rinsed them both off quickly before turning off the taps, just as the temperature was getting down right cold.

Warm towels were waiting when they stepped out of the shower. Drying off, she looked at him and said, "You know we have to have another shower in the morning."

He raised an eyebrow in reply and she grinned mischievously.

"I forgot to wash my hair."



Steam



I'm home alone after a long day. 

The wind is cold and the house is empty and dark... but I'm too exhausted to be depressed. Boots kick down the hallway, jacket in a heap by the door. All I want is a hot shower and no demands. Stumbling down the stairs, I peel off layers as I go... when at the bottom of the steps I stop cold. There, at the foot of the stairs is a heap of clothing. My husband is home. And from the pile I can see, he's not wearing much! 

The room is unlit but the glow of the computer monitor cuts a square of light on the carpet. A photo of a naked woman, stretched out on a bed, her round bottom pushing out towards the lens, fuzzy from the cell phone camera it was taken with, fills the screen. Standing, curious and a little hesitant in my bra and unbuttoned jeans, I flip through the pictures. 

Image after image of her ass, lips, neck, and I can feel myself warming with arousal. She is petit, slim, a heart-shaped bottom and smooth legs. Full mouth and long lashes, hairless slit peaking through her thighs. Whoever took the photos obviously adored the woman. Something familiar about her pulls me through the collection until I see the mole on her left breast. My hand flutters to my own, as I realize the naked photographs are of me. Taken in the vulnerability of sleep. It's then that I hear the thrum of the shower. Overcome with sentiment and desire both, my jeans hit the floor. A slippery, wet sensation fills my panties and makes my pulse quicken. 

Down the hall to the bathroom, the door isn't quite closed. I can hear him now, the slick clicking of what I assume is lube rubbed vigorously on his cock... I push the door open slowly. I don't want to interrupt... not yet at least. Something about this moment, the illicit utterly private moment of my lover touching himself, fucking himself tightens my stomach, swells my parts... Through the fog of the shower door I can see him - his back pressed hard against the shower wall, one hand cupping his balls with the other works furiously on his hard, red erection. His tummy is sucked in tight, a chestnut dusting of hair across his strong chest, thickening into a trim patch at the base of his cock. His face is masked by the steam, but I can see that his head is tipped back, mouth slack, eyes closed... He groans quietly, and my body responds to the sound of pleasure that it knows so well. Wetness creams from my other mouth, as my breath becomes shallow. Want is the word. 

Want. Want, of touch, taste, pressure, grab, hold, need... I slide a finger into the lose elastic of my panties - wet enough now to be slightly transparent - into the slippery folds of my own secret places, into the hot, dark well of my cunt. God I want him inside me. I pull the juices from inside over the hardening tip of my clit as I watch my husband's thumb sliding over the crest of his head, watch as he lets his balls fall and swing with the movement of jerking off, reaching behind into the crevice of his ass... Oh, god, I didn't know he liked that... liked the feel of a finger tip pressing on the star of his asshole, pressing like he does to me when I ride him. I reach back, too, sliding my glistening finger along the string of my panties, into the centre of my own ass. 

My pussy aches with need. A second moan escapes his lips and pulls me across the room, out of my bra -- small, pale breasts swinging as I peel off my panties... I haul open the shower door, and Rob startles in alarm!! Lost in his own pleasure he is struck dumb by my sudden appearance, but I don't allow him a moment for embarrassment. I drop to my knees, starving for the smooth-hard head on my tongue, and greedily suck at him. Noisy, desperate slurping, the sound alone turns me on all over again, hearing the hunger inside me, knowing the pleasure I'm causing. I feel his muscled legs give out just a little as his surprise instantly hardens into to passion. His fingers wind themselves in my hair, still a little dry, and he pulls my head faster and harder on his shaft. The length of him pressing on the soft spot at the back of my throat threatens to be too much. Still feeling like not quite enough... 

My own hands crawl up his thighs, cradling his balls as they sway beneath him. Fingers reaching, groping, behind the sack to the wrinkles in his crack. A deep baritone growl escapes his lips, sending a shiver straight through me. He pulls me off his cock by the hair, my face turned up into the spray of the shower, which now beats down on my breasts. My nipples hard with fierce desire are sensitive to the prickling water, and as I close my eyes to the spray, I feel one rough hand free itself from my head and reach down to clutch at my breast... fingers pinching its pink crest, tugging, rolling it between finger & thumb.

I moan, and blindly reach for his centre, fumbling to find his penis, hard, hard like it might burst. Find his hips and turn him roughly, pulling his hands from me. In his surprise, Rob catches his balance, his back to me, still standing while I am still crouched at his knees. His ass curves out above me, a thatch of black hair curling into the recess of his crack. I trace the line from his waist until my fingertip is buried inside. Kissing his cheeks, I'm venturing into uncharted territory, but am answering a hunger I have craved a long time.

My free hand reaches up, caressing the delicate folds of his balls, stroking so lightly along the length of his shaft that I can feel him shiver. I kiss him more deeply now, my tongue reaching, straining into the nest of soft hair to find my finger. I spread open his cheeks and press my tongue on that perfect spot... I imagine him licking my cunt while I lick his ass, slow fat strokes, followed by anxious, quick tickling. He pushes himself against my face as I grip his cock and start tugging on the foreskin. I feel his fingers on mine, his hand still slick with lubricant and we stroke him together as I lick and suck at his most private place. I am dizzy and tingling. Lust beats like a second pulse in my veins. I feel almost animal.

Suddenly, Rob stops me, turns from my mouth pushes away my hands, and hauls me to my feet by my shoulders. In the steam of the shower, we finally look into one another's face. His lips look swollen, his pupils dilated, and I am startled by how beautiful his face is. With tentative fingers, he cups my jaw in his hands, tilting my face just so, everything so still that I'm not sure I'm breathing. Such a contrast to the dizzying frenzy a moment before that I feel a new wash of wetness let down in a surge of anticipation. His lips are an inch from my own, his breath mingling with mine, his eyes boring into my gaze with intent. 

Slowly, torturously slow, his tongue grazes my upper lip, drawing a smile on my mouth from one corner to the other before melting into a deep and tender kiss. I cry out and clutch him to me, my breasts mashed against the hair of his chest, his erection pinned against my belly, pulling him so hard against me that I think I might hurt one of us... 

He pulls away and smiles his wicked grin and the moment shifts. Turning me away he bends me over hard, oh god yes, take me, my hands smack loudly against the shower wall. His hard cock slaps against my lips as he flips it under me, I want it inside, oh soon, and feel him draw it wetly across my clit, down the length of my pussy... and yes, ramming it into my cunt. The sound I make is one of relief, a need, a void is filled, how I want him to fill me! 

Holding me firmly around the waist with one hand and by the hair with the other, he fucks me, pounding into me with breathtaking prowess. He calls out yesssss and I turn enough to watch him bang his pelvis into the soft cushion of my ass, feel his balls swing and slap my lips, his cock, thick and rock-hard plunging into my cunt... all I want is to feel him cum. Feel the shudder of his release inside me, thick cream sliding wetly from my pussy, slippery and sticky both. In my mind I watch the white fluid run down my lips, down my thighs ... and I call his name and yes over and over. 

His hand has left my waist and is clutching my breast now, left my hair to hold the other, like reigns as he rides me. I slam my ass into him loving the sound of skin on skin, curling my back to push my tits more firmly into his grip. I love when he owns me like this. Takes me. Uses me. He pinches hard on my flushed nipples and I call out again, throaty animal sounds that surprise me, that would embarrass me if he was anyone else...

God I'm gonna cum he tells me. My pussy swells in a tingling response, his shaft so hard it almost hurts me and he does. Cums. Pulsing, gasping, groaning spasms throb through me... oh how I love the rhythm of his pleasure... the slurping sounds of my leaking cunt slowing as he finishes... his forehead pressed now between my shoulder blades as he sags against me in relief. My breasts slide from his grasp as he curls his arms around my ribcage, kissing me now along my wet spine. Words trip in whispers from his lips that I can't quite make out but somehow understand. He rolls me around to face him, pulling my breasts to his mouth, licking lazy circles around the pink of my areola perking my nipples into eager peaks once again. 

I reach down to my pussy, fingers sinking into the thick of his cum and I groan. God I love the slip of his juices on my lips. I draw circles around my fat clit with my dripping fingers, eager for pleasure. Flicking his tongue over the tips of my nipples, Rob plays me into a new wave of excitement... my tits hardwired to my clit I mimic his tickling tongue with my cum-soaked fingertips. My breath is become ragged as I rub harder, pushing the pads of my fingers against the ridge of my pussy... shoving two at a time into my hole to pull out more of his liquid.

Looking up from my tits, my love smiles now, tracing patterns on the milky mounds of my breasts as he presses them against my chest. He clutches them harder, the flesh bulging out between his fingers, my nipples buried in his palms. I rub faster, looking him straight in the eye. I am astonished as he sinks to his knees. Weak in my own, he slides his palms over my belly and pushes my hands away. Hold my breath as he gently, slowly slides his fingers along the curve of my lips, parting them... exposing the deep red of my mouth, still dripping and glistening with his cum. 

Sliding his thumb over the peak of my clitoris, along the crest of my lips and into the folds of my cunt, he leans in to kiss, ever so lightly, kiss the hood of my clit. He licks once, twice, tickling sweet strokes that screw my eyes shut and send my head back in a moan. Working his thumb slowly in and out of my cunt, he suckles my pussy, god I know he can taste himself and it makes me crazy with desire... faster he plays, tongue fluttering and pressing, fingers tugging and touching and pushing, quicker, harder, my pulse climbing to a fever pitch. I can't hold still and rock my pelvis against his face, groaning and calling to him, hands are on my breasts, rubbing the nipples fast - I realize they are my own - tugging the pink tips hard, crushing them against my ribs like he did...

He is drinking from me now, and I am unable to stand. My back braced on the wall, I grip his head for balance and thrust my pussy against him. Two fingers are in me, shoving, stabbing, rough almost too rough. Licking so fast and so hard that I can't think, I feel myself climbing, the hot electricity of climax building in the core of me, a tension so incredible I forget to breathe... My eyelids tingle and my mouth is wide, oh god I'm going to--- ohhhhh, I crest and cum and the flood of sensation explodes through me. My cunt convulses in spasms and my breath comes out in hard gasps as my body writhes in pleasure. He moans into my pussy and I climax again, crying out and shuddering with the wave of shivery delight that rolls through me. I peak and valley three more, four more times, become weak and sagging spent against the wall.

My husband pulls me down to his lap, slipping his erection inside my soaking parts, and drapes my arms around his neck. I cling tightly, wrapping my legs around his waist, and pressing my face into the curl of his neck. He holds me close and doesn't move, doesn't thrust or rock me, just sheathes himself inside my hot, wet recesses. I feel overwhelmed with pleasure and release and love and tell him I am his. My wife, he mutters. Yours, I say. I love you.

I am home after a long day.



Steam



I own a small hotel in the high north woods near a ski town. I'm not going to tell you which one, my clients demand their privacy. It's one of those things that they've come to expect. Somehow, the people who need to find me always do-not just the basic, gotta have a room on short notice crew with an SUV, two kids and a foresight deficit. I attract the right clients through word of mouth. I never need to know how they found me, just that they did find me.

That's what it was like last Friday, when the party girls rolled into town. I knew right off that my place was just what they were looking for, and they were in town to do more than ski. I liked their looks as they walked up to the front desk and the short blond asked about the "sauna special" that I run. The tall one with the foreign name, I think it was Anya, was right off of the pages of Vogue or some other high-end women's magazine. She looked around my place with that attitude that says "well, it's not the Ritz, but I suppose it will have to do". 

She was well dressed, perfectly made up, her brown hair pulled back tight into one of those professional ponytails that touched the collar of the beige jacket she had on. I usually get a better look at the figures on girls like her, this time the long coat made it hard to tell, but the high necked sweater looked like it was filled out nicely. The blond, Sarah, could have been a cheerleader at the local high school, or better, a girl who headed up the social committee of her sorority. Sarah was about six inches shorter than Anya, and the snug sweater she wore made it very plain that her breasts were one of her proudest features. I love the snow for skiing, but I gotta tell you, there's nothing like a cold blast of our winter air to stiffen up a broad's nipples and make her stand out firm and proud. The kind of place I run, they expect me to look, so I gave her hips a good stare too, her whole body seemed like it was built for fun, and I knew that she was probably the one who had ferreted out the best place to stay for what she had in mind.

When clients ask about our unadvertised "sauna special", I never give them a hint that I know what they're really looking for. None of that nudge-nudge-wink-wink stuff. There's no point, we all know what they're here for, and why rub it in? Partly, it's because half the time, the OTHER person doesn't know what they're getting into, and my business it just to let the partner-in-the-know get on with the show.

I gave them their room key, and answered their questions about the best bar in town, and where they could go get a couple of drinks and go dancing. Sarah even asked me where the best place to meet guys would be. Personally, I think she was laying it on a bit thick, but who am I to judge? There's always a chance that I'm wrong and the customers are just there to get a good night's sleep before hitting the slopes. I didn't think I was wrong about these two though, especially when Sarah asked about the process to reserve the "Health Room". 

Most ski town hotels have Jacuzzis and saunas as part of the room package. When I bought this place, I took a different approach. I had an entire room built from the ground up that my customers reserve by the hour. The center of the room is a big hot tub, and along the sides are a Steam Room, Dry Sauna, and a nice little water closet with river-rock lined shower. It's a little small, but with good mirrors and a few properly placed lighting fixtures, it feels like a large, very private personal Spa. I deliberately had it built a little removed from any of the guest rooms, for obvious reasons-I like repeat business and keeping the noise down inside the room helps the illusion of total privacy stay alive for my clients. Customers reserve the room by signing up with the front desk in one hour blocks, and they have to get the key from the front desk in order to get in, which insures that nobody gets walked in on, ever.

Anya was optimistic, reserving the room for 10 pm to midnight. From the way she and Sarah were whispering and giggling, it was clear that she expected to rope in some Ski-stud early in the evening and be back in time for the Late Show. I don't care when they use it, just be sure to reserve it in advance and put the cover back on the hot tub. I could tell, looking at Sarah, that two hours would be more than enough to get rid of the aches and pains of the singles dating scene. 

I noticed that Anya paid, with American Express card; Platinum, no less. No, I was sure I wasn't wrong about what was going on. Later that night, when the two walked in to get the key, I was certain. Apparently the bar was dead and they decided to grab bottle of wine and head back to my hotel, then take a good soak and go to bed, hitting the slopes the next morning. They had already changed into sweatpants and sweatshirts for the trip over to the Spa room, but I did see that it was Anya who drove up, and that the Cadillac SUV she was driving wasn't a rental. It had a license plate frame from one of the more prestigious universities in our state, and I guessed the AMEX card wasn't the only thing she had that was platinum. When she made a comment about using part of the weekend to try to persuade Sarah of the benefits of going to college, I started to get real solid idea of what a good target she was, and made sure to run her AMEX credit report before giving her the card back.

The two girls walked over to the Spa room, and disappeared through the little portico that shields the door from the cold wind-I like my customers to have a couple of seconds to adjust as they dash from the warm spa back to their bedrooms.

I locked up the office because they were the last people of the night to have reserved the room, and then went into the back where the girls reappeared in the bank of monitors, brought out in living color courtesy of closed circuit cameras.

There are benefits to building a completely private, sound-proof room from the ground up....

When Sarah and Anya got into the Spa room, they immediately breathed in the dry scent of cedar, tinged lightly with the smell of the chlorine from the hot tub. The room was dim, but not dark, and the lighting made the place feel cozy rather than small. The hot tub took up the majority of the room, including two walls, but an aisle ran between the tub and the doors that led into the steam room and the Dry Sauna, and then curved around in an "L" that ended at the Shower room with its native river stone walls. The room was a good 80 degrees, with steam from the hot tub making a humid contrast to the smell of the cedar. A towel rack on the wall with big fluffy multicolored towels also had empty space for them to hang their clothes after they undressed.

"I'm going to take a quick shower" said Anya, "just to rinse off before I get in the tub. Do you want to go first?" Sarah shook her head, and replied that she wanted to sit in the steam room for awhile before getting into the hot tub. The girls had already had plenty to drink, but had brought the bottle of Chardonnay along to make the night more fun. Anya slipped into the bathroom, Sarah poured a glass of wine and opened the door to the steam room. Hot, thick clouds billowed out, almost embracing her and drawing her into the white tiled chamber. A low, wide tiled bench ran around the two sides of the room not taken up by the steam nozzles or the door. It was designed so two people could lie at right angles to each other, with either their heads or their feet next to each other. Sarah laid herself carefully down on the farthest ledge, feeling the warm tiles against the backs of her legs and the cheeks of her ass. She had wrapped herself in a towel, but let it fall open as she laid down. She had plenty of room on the ledge to lay flat on her back and keep the glass of wine that she poured right next to her. She raised her head to sip the wine, letting the rich liquid trickle down her throat before lying back down and luxuriating in the heat and the feel of the steam as it swirled around her.

A few minutes later, the door opened and she heard Anya's voice asking if she was still in there. Sarah sighed inwardly at her dense new friend-if she wasn't in the hot tub, and the light was still off in the sauna, then where else would she be? "I'm here, in the back...lay down with your head toward me." Anya's shape in the mist resolved to Anya herself, still wrapped in a deep green towel that she had secured by tucking it between her breasts. Anya laid herself down with a sigh of contentment, her own glass of wine within easy reach. "This is great" she murmured. "Too bad we didn't get any dates. Maybe tomorrow. Thanks for coming up with me on such short notice".

Sarah turned to her side, so she could see her friend. Their heads were only a few inches apart. She reached out and squeezed Anya's arm, "No sweat, I like spur-of-the-moment adventures". She looked her friend over.

Anya's eyes were closed, her arms lying at her sides. Her dark hair was unbound, and droplets of water clung to the waves that spread out on the towel. Her neck was a graceful arc that led Sarah's eyes down to her breasts, which had dark nipples gone slack in the heat. Anya's flat stomach was the product of years of aerobics, her one concession to rebellion a silver navel piercing that set off her tan. Sarah's gaze continued down, noting that Anya had recently shaved her pubic hair to an inch wide strip, a look she approved of tremendously. Anya had told her that she liked looking exotic for her boyfriend, and the recent break-up hadn't changed her habits. 

Anya's eyes opened, and caught Sarah's glance. "I don't know how that jerk dumped you" said Sarah, "you are really pretty". Anya blushed, and glanced embarrassedly down at her naked form. She replied "Not as pretty as you."

Sarah sat up, then stood carefully-the heat from the room made it easy to get dizzy, plus the wine. Both girls were starting to sweat, a sheen covering their skin. A trick of the light in the steam made it so they could see each other perfectly, but the door was hidden from view-it was as if they were lying in a deep cloud bank. Sarah moved to the controls, turning the heat up a bit more. When she turned go back to her ledge, she found Anya still looking at her, staring at her own completely shaved and smooth mons.

"Um...why do you shave everything off?" Anya must be drunk to ask that kind of question, she was usually reticent to ask personal questions. 

"I like the way it feels, especially when it's like this." Sarah answered, meaning the steam and the heat.

Anya sat up, looking up and Sarah "What do you mean, how it feels? Can I touch you, just to see? Does it tickle?"

Sarah smiled, "Sure, give me your hand." She took Anya's hand, and slowly stroked the bare skin of her mons with Anya's fingers, first up, then down. The steam and her own sweat has made her slick, and the rasp of Anya's hand made her gasp slightly. Anya jerked her hand away "I'm sorry" she stammered, "I didn't mean..."

"Anya...it's ok, there's nobody here but us, I know you just wanted to feel." Anya nodded, but kept her eyes averted from Sarah's. Her hair now hung loose around her shoulders, as wet as if she had just washed it. A droplet of water slid slowly along her collar bone, then down her left breast, Sarah reached out to touch it, "See, there's nothing wrong with touching." She let the tip of her finger nail brush against Anya's nipple as she drew her own hand away. Now it was Anya's turn to gasp, and Sarah felt the nipple stiffen as the fingernail drew across it. "Nothing wrong at all." She knelt in front of her friend. "Anya, look at me, are you OK?" She brushed the hair back from her own eyes, and her own green eyes tried to meet at Anya's brown ones. 

Anya nodded, but she still didn't meet Sarah's eyes. "Can I feel it again? It felt ...neat." She finally asked, but didn't raise her hand. Sarah turned her friend's face toward her by the chin, finally looking her in the eyes.

"Yes, if you want to." She stood up, and this time, Anya put her own hand out and slowly stroked the freshly shaved skin at the top of Sarah's slit. Sarah gasped slightly again, louder this time. Her arousal was becoming apparent, she felt her own nipples contracting and beginning to throb. She put her hand over Anya's, and slowly moved it away. She could feel a tremor in her buddy's hand as she knelt in front of her, in between Anya's open legs. 

"Anya" said Sarah, "It's ok...let me show you how. Lie back." Anya, trembling, did as she was told. Sarah got onto the ledge with her, there was plenty of room. Lying next to her, the shorter girl took Anya's right hand in her left, and gently guided it onto her own flat stomach. She used Anya's hand to gently trace the curve of her thighs, parted them slightly, and then guided Anya's hand to explore the folds of her flesh. After a brief hesitation, Anya relaxed and let Sarah take control of their entwined fingers.

She was already slick, and the feel of Anya's fingers between her legs made her wetter. As she moved her hips gently against the combined pressure of their hands, she raised her eyes to the place where the wall met the ceiling. She had to look hard, but she did make out a slight red blink, so tiny she would have missed it if she hadn't been looking. Content with that clue that her plans would move along, she laid her head back and concentrated on the lesson she was teaching Anya.

Anya's hand under her own was at first shy and hesitant, even once her resistance had relaxed, but something in the gentle movement of Sarah's hips was encouraging her. She ran one finger along Sarah's swollen lips, then gently probed and found her clit. Sarah sighed and pressed her hand closer, encouraging her to continue. Sarah pressed harder, and felt her friends finger, sliding through the sweat and her slippery juices, slip into her tight tunnel, then immediately pull back; Anya thought she had gone to far. "Don't stop," whispered Sarah, "That feels wonderful."

"But I don't know what to do..." Anya's normally superior attitude had slipped. Sarah could hear the pressure of curiosity and desire, mixed with the booze, combining to drive Anya to do things she had never considered before. "Just do what feels right," Sarah encouraged her, pressing their hands back between her legs.

This time, Anya's fingers lingered on Sarah's clit, pinching it and feeling the swelling flesh gently with her finely manicured nails. She parted Sarah's lips with a finger, and Sarah pushed their intertwined hands harder along her slippery slit. Sarah moaned, and opened her legs more to Anya's probing, pushing her finger all the way inside. Anya's hand cupped her smooth, shaved mound, now two fingers inside the blond woman, who now held her wrist in a surprisingly strong grip. "More," she gasped, "More!"

Anya did something she always liked men to do to her-she took her middle finger out of her friends now dripping cunt, and slowly pressed it against the tense muscle of her ass. Slippery with Sarah's juices, her nail opened the way, and Anya's finger was soon buried in her friend's backside. Anya marveled over how she could feel the thin flesh that separated the two tunnels she was boring into her friend.

Sarah thrust against her, using her grip on Anya's wrist to control both the depth and speed of her double penetration. The pressure against her clit spread heat up through her breasts, which glistened with the sweat that had dampened her own hair, and her large nipples tightened, tingling in anticipation of the next movement.

"Don't stop don't stop don't stop" panted Sarah, her back arching as she ground Anya's hand harder against her. Anya felt her own hot juices spreading down her thighs, and the wine made her giggle at the sensation. With her left hand, she squeezed her breast in time to the rhythm of Sarah's hips, and tweaked her own nipple into arousal. "So this is why guys like to fuck me," she thought "It's great to fuck a woman. What a turn on it is to be inside her."

Sarah's face was flushed, and Anya felt her friend's fingers caress her own inside her wet passage, driving her fingers against the hot walls of her flesh. Her legs were trembling, and a new gush of wetness washed over Anya as Sarah's back arched uncontrollably. Anya ground the palm of her hand into Sarah's pussy as hard as she could, and it was trapped there by Sarah's own hand. Sarah's mouth opened wide in a soundless scream, and Anya felt her fingers clenched by the powerful contraction of the blond's creaming orgasm. 

Sarah laid back, still holding Anya's fingers inside her, then slowly released her grip. Anya drew her fingers out, lingering to run her nails slowly along the tender flesh. Sarah twitched and shivered, then sighed as Anya's hand left her completely.

"Was that...ok?" asked Anya, suddenly shy again. The heat and the wine were making her light headed, and the enormity of what she had done, fucking a woman, was slowly growing in her mind.

"It was fine," whispered Sarah, with a secret smile, "let me show you how fine..." Before Anya could protest, Sarah raised up and straddled her, her knees on the ledge to either side of Anya's shapely waist. "It's your turn."

Anya was trapped, held down by the weight of her friend and so buzzed that she couldn't have protested as Sarah lowered herself down and gently kissed her. She hesitated for a moment, but felt her lips opening under the pressure of Sarah's tongue. Kissing a girl! Her Sorority sisters had had to kiss each other during pledge week, but it was not like this. Sarah tasted like wine and something sweet, something that made her relax into the kiss and put her hand behind the dark haired girl's head and pull her closer. Sarah ran her hands down the outside of Anya's face, down the sides of her waist, and parted her legs to get between them. She moved her kiss down to Anya's neck, gently licking away the beads of sweat that had pooled there.

Anya rested her head back on the soft towel, content to experience whatever it was that Sarah had in store for her. Sarah's mouth found her nipple, taking it between her teeth and teasing it. In response, Anya felt her cunt tingle, and her clit began to throb. Sarah traced the line of her tit with her tongue, gently lapping at the curve and then continuing down to Anya's stomach. Anya moaned when Sarah's tongue found her navel, the sensation of being licked and suckled there completely new. She put her hands on Sarah's head, caressing her wet hair, but still hesitant to ask for more.

Anya's legs were already trembling before Sarah's lips reached the V where her legs met, and when Sarah suddenly licked her labia from to bottom, she convulsed from the sensation, only subsiding when Sarah shifted her ministrations to gently nibbling the sides of her thighs, allowing her to relax again into the pleasure of the moment.

Sarah raised up and looked at her victim "Anya, look at me."

Anya slowly raised her head, and looked at the blond woman, the juices from her dripping sex glistened on Sarah's face. The sight made her even wetter, and she wanted Sarah to stop talking and keep kissing.

"I want to teach you so many things," said Sarah quietly, "but I want to know that you want them.' As she spoke, she ran her fingers along Anya's waist, sending shivers all the way down to her toes. "I need to know that you want what I have to give. If you want it, say it."

"I want it...oh God...don't stop now, I want it all..." Anya's voice trembled as Sarahs' fingers began massaging her clit. She gasped as Sarah pinched her clit almost painfully, "Louder, don't whisper" commanded Sarah, squeezing again.

"Oh God!" Anya raised her voice to nearly a shout as Sarah's fingers slipped inside her, "Don't stop, goddamn it, give me everything, fuck me, FUCK ME..oh god, please fuck me." Sarah smiled, and dipped her head down between her lovers tanned thighs, opening up her womanhood by pulling her labia apart. She licked Anya's clit, faster and faster as she heard her moaning. Anya's juices and the sweat of the steam room made her thighs glisten, and Sarah eagerly licked away the dampness of her dripping pussy. 




Steam



She decided not to be gentle any more, and her finger slipped into Anya's ass, pushing her open and she was rewarded by the sound of Anya's gasp and the jerk of her body as it reacted to the invasion. Her ass clenched down, but Sarah thrust her finger as far as it would go, impaling her friend and giving just enough pressure inside her to be pleasurable for them both.

She reached down and picked up the now empty wine bottle, itself covered with condensation. Anya had no time to protest as Sarah rested the top of the bottle against her labia, and slowly moved it into her innermost depths, Anya's lips opening and enveloping the neck of the bottle. Anya felt the slightly cooler bottle slip into her pussy, and the sensation of the pressure as it moved up into her tight passage made her bite her tongue to keep from screaming at the pleasure of it. She had used vibrators before, but the shape of the bottle stretched her and filled her in an excitingly different way.

Sarah pressed the finger that was in Anya's ass hard against the tight passage, feeling the bottle in Anya's cunt move in and out as she pumped it. Anya moaned and pushed herself down onto both the bottle and Sarah's finger, increasing the tension in her cunt by stretching herself wider and wider. Sarah licked her wide open tunnel, running her tongue along her distended lips, lapping at her throbbing red clit, swollen and pulsing under her tongue.

Anya's hands tangled themselves in Sarah's hair, her thighs squeezed against the blond head as she felt the bottle slide almost all the way out, then back in, deeper than before, the finger in her ass massaged the wall that divided her two holes, and suddenly she arched her back, soundlessly screaming as her cunt and ass contracted and Sarah felt her own juices gush at the feeling of Anya's convulsing passages. Sarah held the bottle deep inside, pressing her fingers and the bottle firmly against Anya's hot skin. Anya twitched again, Sarah felt her own orgasm coming as she fucked the brunette harder, and Anya's spasms triggered her own as she came grinding against the bottle, slowly winding down with small whimpers and twitches as Sarah slid her toy and her finger out of Anya's tender and stretched orifices.

The steam washed over the exhausted women, and Sarah laid her head between Anya's firm breasts and listed to her heart slow down as she relaxed, and her breathing slowed. "My God," said Anya, "That was incredible. Can we do it again?"

"Whatever you like," said Sarah, and she lowered her own breast to the eagerly open mouth of her new pupil.

I never ask why my clients want the videos, and they never dispute the "Additional Services" charge that appears on their bill. I have noticed that it's usually the "companion" who is the client, not the person with the high-limit credit card. As long as they continue to come by and ask about the "Sauna Special", and later one of them comes by to "borrow" my uncut version of "Jesus Christ, Superstar" and carry away a videotape, I don't care if they bought themselves an insurance policy or have created an "income opportunity" for themselves. It can't hurt to have some raw footage of a poor-little-rich girl's first taste of pussy, that's for sure.

I sure like this job.



Steam



"Kak! Fucking Dutch weather." November in Rotterdam was cold and rainy as usual, and this night more miserable than most. He'd been a block from my apartment when the latest downpour hit. His trips to England and the States had given him a wide variety of obscenities from which to choose. Dripping and shivering in his drafty home, he went straight to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The room quickly filled with steam, and it all came rushing back. Five years, but had it been ten or fifty, the effect would have been the same. They're called memory triggers: almost anything can bring back something that happened years ago. A song, a smell... or in this case, just hot water on a cold night. It helps that this memory was never far from his mind in the first place. He switched the water from shower to bath and soon lay naked, stroking his cock the way she had that night, eyes closed, remembering.

He was eighteen when he spent a year in America as an exchange student. He found the place confusing: far beyond home in things like technology and conveniences, and it was strange to see everyone with so much room, unlike the always crowded state of things in Holland. In other ways, though, they were so far behind, so uptight about things like drugs and even drinking and sex. That gave him certain advantages, though. He was tall, with wavy brown hair and deep brown eyes, and the kind of body teenage girls first giggled over at slumber parties, then moaned over with their first vibrators, and finally yielded to. The combination of his looks and experience made life easy for him, but American girls never quite lived up to his fantasies: except for her.

Luck, karma, serendipity, destiny: whatever name you choose, it always has a part to play. In this case, it brought her family and his host family to the same bed and breakfast near the slopes for a ski trip. He first saw her there, and admired her instantly. "Cute", was his first thought. She was nearly a foot shorter than he. Her body was hidden by ski clothes, preventing him from seeing more, but her smile was dazzling, her face enchanting, and hair that he immediately pictured running his fingers through, as his cock began to swell. He watched her leave, with a lack of subtlety characteristic of high school boys, and was rewarded with a smile as she caught him looking. He was confident enough not to look away until she did, and then resumed breakfast. 

His host family included Eric, who was his age, and the two of them spent the day skiing and ogling, and occasionally flirting. Several caught his eye, but none his attention, and then it happened again: kismet, providence, a lucky break, or just plain coincidence. Whatever the cause, she was there, in the lift line, and he struck up a conversation. The details of the dialogue were trivial, and tangential. The important things were the looks that passed between them. She was a magical creature: open, friendly, obviously intelligent, and the attraction was clear. Best of all, unlike most girls her age (also eighteen, he discovered), she recognized the attraction too. There was no clumsiness or uncertainty about her. She skied several times with him, several times with Eric, and with other people as well, but he could feel that her attention was often on him, and his was definitely focused on her. Five years later, in the tub, he still remembered the first time she laughed at something he said (what it was escaped him), and laid her gloved hand on his arm. Trivial, and not even skin to skin, but still, her touch, and it set off a fire inside him. He was a teenage boy, and certainly not unfamiliar with lust, and lust this certainly was: just a stronger craving than ever he had felt. The three of them shared hot chocolate in the lodge before leaving, and he left slopes for hotel hopeful, but not sure how to proceed. He needed an opening.

Fate, wyrd, doom, or mere fluke: the facts remain the same regardless of speculation as to cause. He and his host family went out to dinner, and upon returning he decided to take advantage of the bed and breakfast's hot tub, which was outdoors, in a gazebo at the end of a covered walkway. Eric declined his invitation, and he put on a sweatshirt, shorts, and flip flops (it was cold, but he knew he would be in the chilly air only briefly) and headed down to the lobby. They arrived at almost the same moment, and she smiled and laughed. She wore a robe and flip flops, and carried a towel. She had an athlete's legs, firm and toned, and he smiled approvingly. They walked together to the hot tub, and unplanned though the meeting was, both knew what would happen. Five years later, in the bathtub, he stroked faster, remembering.

In the gazebo, he took off his shirt and sweatshirt, and his eyes went wide as the shirt came clear of his head, revealing a tan torso, powerful arms, and six-pack abdomen. She had doffed her robe and flip flops, and was easing into the water, clad only in a bikini that might have come straight from his fantasies. Her breasts were firm and filled her top perfectly, just the right size for her body. Her stomach was flat. Five years later, he recalled vaguely that she played some sport or other as he sank lower in the tub, his cock throbbing. That night, he kicked off his own flip flops and climbed in, sitting beside her, close but not touching. Obligatory small talk ensued, and as they spoke, snow began to fall. It came down hard on all sides, just outside the gazebo. Waves of steam drifted up from the hot tub, an island of warmth in the night, its lights showing the snowflakes. Teenage boys are not widely known for their appreciation of romance, but even he could see that this was a scene from a fairy tale. Both fell silent for a moment, watching, and then her brown eyes met his for just a moment before closing as he kissed her. 

It happened fast from there. Her body flowed into his like the final piece inserted into a puzzle. His right hand landed on her left shoulder as their tongues danced, and his left stroked her hair. She touched first his chest, then his back as they clung to each other, alone in their idyllic spot, bare skin warm and wet. His powerful arms encircled her body; strong hands caressed her back. He could feel the swell of her breasts against his chest. That first long kiss alone would have been memory enough to chase away the chill of many a lonely night, but they were young and seized by passion, and they had only begun.

They kissed for what in his memory seemed to have been hours, and at last his mouth left hers only to find her neck. A tiny sigh of pleasure escaped her lips, coming to his ears over the bubbling of the hot tub's jets, and her head tilted back, her eyes closed. He shifted to create just enough space between them for his right hand, and it slid around to massage her breast. There were no games to be played, no falsely coy resistance. She gripped the back of his head tightly, welcoming his touch. His left hand answered her unspoken plea with a simple tug, and her bikini top floated away, quickly forgotten as they kissed again, bare chests pressed together. She draped a leg across his lap, and his cock was hard against her thigh. He eased her back as they kissed so that her back leaned against the wall of the hot tub, and then he moved again. Her nipples were stiff, and his finger traced circles around one as his tongue did likewise with the other. His reward was a louder moan of pleasure from her, and the touch of her foot, running along the back of his leg under the water. Five years later, he groaned, remembering and longing. Past and present, it was time.

As he slid back up her body, his hand slid between her thighs, and her legs parted for him. As they kissed again, he pushed aside the flimsy barrier of her bikini bottom, and his fingers explored. She was shaved (as was he, never having joined in the European school of thought which said hair should run wild), and she was ready for him. His index finger slid inside her and was welcomed, her hips lifting to meet him, her kiss growing all the more intense, and her hand fumbling for the waistband of his silky soccer shorts. He withdrew his hand for just a moment and removed her bikini bottom, her beautiful legs lifting out of the water as he slid it down and tossed it aside. She leaned back and pushed down his shorts as he attacked her nipples again, and moments later both were naked and kissing passionately. His finger filled her again as he kissed her neck, and her hands, so small next to his, grasped his cock. He wanted to fuck her, to fill her kut with his lul; he knew she wanted it too, but both knew instinctively that it wasn't meant to be. Regrets would come later if at all, for now all that mattered was getting each other off. He slipped a second finger inside her, kissing her as she stroked him, knowing he could not last much longer.

Fortune (or one of its synonyms) stepped in a final time. She was also on the edge, and she clearly struggled to restrain herself from screaming as her kut clenched tightly around his fingers. She kept stroking through her climax, and he exploded. Four long jets streamed out, landing on his arm, on her chest, and on the water, forming milky white beads. Both laughed, breathing hard as he slowly withdrew his fingers and she released him. Naked, they lay back in the hot tub, laughing. Five years later, he groaned as he lay back in the bathtub, similar milky beads floating on the water. Relaxed at last, he remembered the way it ended.

With nearly every other girl he'd been with casually (and there had been a lot), there had been awkwardness after, but not with her. They both commented on the snow, he recalled, which was coming down harder still, piling up all around the gazebo. Then she stood, and his cock swelled again at the sight of her, and at her confidence, quite comfortable naked as she gathered her bikini and tossed his shorts to him with a smile. In the present, he washed himself and released the water from the tub, remembering the way she dressed, and then left him with a quick kiss on the lips. He never saw her again. If he had ever learned her name, he could not recall it. It was just a moment. Sometimes that's all it should be.



Steam and Soap



I pulled my briefs down below my knees and let gravity take them the rest of the way to the floor. I stepped out with my left foot and then my right. I caught the briefs and flipped them up into the air. Catching them with my right hand as I opened the hamper with the left, I lobbed them into the hamper with a finely-executed hook shot.

I looked in the wall mirror. I had gained weight since I quit smoking, but I was still in fair shape. I reached in and turned on the water in the shower. Once I had the temperature adjusted, I pulled the shower curtain back and stepped in. 

I held my head under the shower head, letting the strong streams of water massage my scalp. I kept thinking about Tracy. I hadn't seen her in days. She'd been on my mind a lot. I took the shampoo from the shower rack and squeezed a dollop into my palm. I lathered up my hair and gave my scalp a good rub. Tracy. Why was she on my mind so much? 

I held my head under the water and rinsed the shampoo out of my hair. My eyes were still closed when I heard the sound of the shower curtain being pulled back. 

"Hi baby." It was Tracy. I wiped the water out of my eyes and opened them. 

"Hi honey," I said. "Wow, you look great."

"I look naked," she retorted.

"Well, exactly my point."

"Shut up."

I slipped my hands down to the beginning of the curve of her hips, and slid them around her, pulling her close. I looked into those gorgeous hazel eyes and slowly, inexorably fell into her charm. Our lips met. It was heaven. We kissed, the water flowing over our heads. We clutched at each other harder as the kiss got more passionate. At some point I lost track of where I stopped and Tracy started. It was the most intimate feeling I had ever had.

We came up for air. "Tracy, I l. . ."

"Shhhh" she whispered, putting her finger to my lips.

Our lips met again. We kissed and caressed each other for what seems like an eternity. I relinquished my grasp on her and stepped back slightly. Picking up the soap, I put the other hand on her shoulder, and gently maneuvered her into a one-eighty turn. Now I stood behind her. 

I took the soap and lathered up her back. I squatted and washed her lovely ass and shapely legs. Standing back up, I worked up a heavy lather in my hands. I laid the soap down and slipped in close behind her, our concavities and convexities matching neatly. By this time I was so tumescent that I felt like it might burst. I pressed my increasing hardness against her soft buttocks.

Reaching around under her arms, I applied the lather in my hands to her breasts and stomach, inching downward to her pubic patch. I spread the lather all around, squeezing and pressing hard, then brushing gently. Her nipples were very hard and eager for attention. I obliged them.

Tracy turned around and looked into my eyes. In hers I saw a deep, urgent hunger. She kissed me roughly, eyes open. She looked down at my throbbing cock. Picking up the soap, she dropped down and started lathering up my cock and balls. She washed them all thoroughly, lovingly, hungrily. 

I was on the verge of going nuts and attacking her right there in the shower. She kept looking up at me, gauging my passion. She stood up and wiggled past me, with lots of flesh being pressed together. She stood directly under the water and rinsed all the soap from her fascinating, sexy body. 

"Your turn," she said.

I made my way past her. This time she avoided touching my soapy torso. I washed all the soap away. She came up behind me, grasping me as I had her just moments before. She turned her head and pressed her cheek against my back. I heard her sigh.

Turning back around I embraced her again and kissed her with a renewed gentleness. With surprising quickness, she dropped down again, this time cradling my balls in her hand while she smoothly took my cock in her mouth and suckled it hard. Her head moved back and forth, my cock slipping in and out of her mouth. My head went back. My mouth popped open involuntarily and I emitted a low moan.

"That's my baby, " she said, then resumed her fellatio. It felt so wonderful. I lost what was left of my mind. My inhibitions and reservations had long ago been vanquished.

I reached for her shoulders. I pulled her loose from sucking my cock. She gave me a little pouty look. I lifted her up to me. I kissed her deeply. She held onto my cock, slowly stroking it.

I was squeezing and caressing her ass with my right hand. With my left I was playing with her right nipple. It got so hard. I shuddered.

Tracy reached around me and flipped the valve down. I turned around and shut off the water. She reached over to the towel rack for a clean, fresh towel. Bidding me to turn, she took the towel and lovingly blotted my back, ass and legs dry. I turned around and she blotted my face, kissing each newly dry part of it. She dried the rest of my head, then moved down to my arms and shoulders, again kissing and blotting me dry. When she dried and kissed my cock and balls, I was in heaven for at least the third time in the past few minutes. 

When she was done, I picked another fresh towel and dried her off in similar fashion. When I got to her pubic area, she shuddered and I could smell the rising musk. I slipped a finger through the curly, shiny hairs and parted her slit. Pressing the finger inside her crack, I felt the different kind of moisture, slick like liquid silk. My finger moved in easily, onto her clit. She moaned. I stood up, keeping my finger on her button. She pressed hard against me, and we kissed.

Tracy stepped back. Reaching down, she took my hand and led me toward the bedroom.

With the hungriest, most submissive look I've ever seen, she lowered herself onto the duvet. I took a step toward her. Her hands moved up to her breasts and gave them a deep, luscious, lascivious fondle. She took both nipples between thumbs and forefingers and pinched. She continued to fondle her breasts with her left hand while the right one moved down into her pussy. She rubbed her own clit, occasionally dipping a finger or two into her vagina. She writhed and wriggled on the bed, making noises that if anything made me even harder and more agitated.

Moving close to her, I put my hand around my cock and began to stroke it. She looked at it like a junkie looks at his needle, freshly filled with China White. I blew her a kiss. She returned it. I dropped my knee down onto the bed between her feet. I bent over and kissed her ankle. I kissed my way to her knee, then dropped down and started up the other leg. She was now fingering herself harder, getting wetter and wetter. 

"Oh yeah, fuck me, baby."

I kissed her thigh up closer and closer to her pussy. I smoothed her hair out of the way and lowered my head. I sucked her clit into my mouth and licked it and sucked it and worked it around with my lips. She was burning. I ran my tongue down her slit into the first inch of her hot, steamy vagina. I moved back up to her clit and licked and sucked it harder and harder. She was playing with both nipples, squeezing and pinching harder. She squeezed her tits hard and moaned and writhed like a bug pinned to a piece of cardboard. I licked and sucked and lost all sense of me. I was part of her, part of her heat, part of her orgasm. She came. And she came again, and then once more.

I moved up over her. She looked drunk, blitzed. She was jerking gently, shuddering. I hovered over her, the head of my cock barely pressing into the opening of her vagina. Her eyes glazed over as her legs wrapped around me, and pulled me into her. I pushed hard and went all the way in to the hilt. It was the most wonderful feeling I'd ever had. Just as I reached full depth she grabbed he and held on hard, cumming again. I pressed hard and held the depth. I daren't move. She leveled off and relaxed somewhat. I pulled my cock back out to the doorway to heaven and then plunged slowly in again, all the way. Back out and in again. We fucked like this, slow and hard and deep for what seemed an eternity. The urgency of pushing my dick into her got greater. I fucked her harder and faster. She spread her legs farther and looked in my eyes.

"That's it baby. Give it to me. Fuck me. Cum for me."

I did. It was amazing. I hadn't cum so much in decades. I pushed hard and deep into her. She clutched at me, holding on, building up the bond we'd forged in this passionate heat. I could feel her shudder, cumming again, under me as I spent the last of my semen. I was dry. She was drenched.

I rolled off of her, breathing hard, sweating. She propped herself up on one elbow, smiling sweetly. She sat up straight, then dropped her head toward my crotch. She licked and sucked my cock, seemingly savoring the blending of our flavors. Then she crawled up my side, pressing her sweet, soft skin along the length of me. I turned my head to her, and softly kissed her lips.

"Now you can say it," she said.

"I love you."