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A Show

By: sexyisabelle



I sat at the breakfast table across from Brian, my boyfriend, and Sal, our new friend. Brian was playing host, pouring the coffee, telling the interesting stories while I, not quite awake yet, eyed Sal and imagined from the look I received in return that I'd be enjoying one more trip around the bed with the two men now devouring waffles, hungry from a long night of sex.

Over dinner the night before Brian had given me a quick version of how he met Sal. He'd been innocently working out at the YMCA when a woman took a seat on the stationary bicycle in front of him. Gym attire was elevated to fetish wear for Brian and who doesn't find a girl on a bike sexy? This particular girl on a bike knew what she was doing. She chose the bike in front of Brian when every other bike in the place was open. He was getting hot again describing the way she'd lift her ass off the seat as she pedaled, and I reminded him that he had a point to get to.

After a few embarrassing situations in the past my horny boyfriend had learned to wear a pair of tight shorts beneath his baggy shorts when at the gym. Though bike-girl must have known that his eyes could not leave her ass, she would not have the privilege of seeing his excitement showing beneath his shorts. His erection was still lingering when he climbed into the shower, but he had dinner with me to get to, so he got right to washing his hair. That's when Sal entered the picture.

With his hands on his head full of suds and his erection sticking straight out in front of him, there wasn't much to do but smile as this stranger entered the long communal shower. Sal hung up his towel and turned on the water. The embarrassment and the exhibitionism kept Brian hard. He finished washing his hair, skipped the conditioner and made to leave the shower as quickly as possible, but passing Sal he saw that his lead had been followed. Sal was at full mast and smiling as well. Caught off guard Brian uttered an awkward hello and made his way to the lockers.

When Sal came out wearing a towel, Brian was fully dressed. Sal started to apologize.

"Hey, look, I didn't mean to, you know, I'm straight, I just..."

Brian grabbed the opportunity. He described to me the butterflies in his belly and the way his knees wanted to melt, but he couldn't pass up the chance to satisfy a long standing fantasy of both of ours.

"You like girl and guys then?" Brian asked.

Sal was reluctant to answer, but a smile from Brian told him this was no hostile question.

"Yeah, sometimes." Came his sheepish answer.

"Look, I have to meet my girlfriend for dinner. Would you like to have drinks at the Holiday Inn bar, say around nine? And if we all get along well enough, maybe we'll go upstairs." Brian asked him, struggling to keep his voice steady and confident sounding. He could see Sal's erection returning beneath the towel.

"Yeah, nine o'clock, that Sounds good."

"Great. The Holiday Inn downtown, nine o'clock."

As Brian told the story over dinner I was amazed, scared and excited as hell. We finished our dinner, gazing at each other and giggling. After slowly eating half of my cheesecake, I'd had enough. I insisted that we pay the bill and be on our way despite the fact that it was only seven pm. We headed for home where I ran a bath, shaved my legs, picked out a sexy night gown and the perfect panties to go with it. I changed outfits a good dozen times, making a perfect mess of our room, glad that my boyfriend was smart enough not to invite total strangers to our home even as he invited them into our sex life. I finally settled on a simple but sexy combination of jeans and a black t-shirt which flattered my curves. It was now eight pm. The waiting was excruciating. Brian had packed a bag with CDs, a small CD player, some lube and a very ambitious number of condoms. He also added some items from our special drawer. Some soft white rope, a strip of black silk, equally qualified to bind wrists or serve as a blind fold and one small pink vibrator.

At last it was nine pm. The Holiday Inn was only a few blocks from our apartment. We'd be a few minutes late, not seeming too anxious, though I was, indeed, too anxious, more from nerves at this point than from excitement, though I was well aware of both.


I noticed Sal the moment I entered the bar. He was gorgeous. A dark skinned Mexican man with broad shoulder and thick short hair. His long side burns hinted at a wild side, but in his dark blue button up shirt and black tie he looked dapper and sophisticated. Brian introduced us and I could hardly get a hello out, after introducing himself. He and Sal had not gotten around to names when they'd met earlier.

I found it adorable that Sal seemed to be as shy and nervous as I was. Brian did most of the talking. This set up a dynamic that would serve us well. Brian knew me, and had my trust. To enjoy another man I need him to respect the boundaries that Brian would lay out, and for full enjoyment to follow Brian's expert lead. The gorgeous man in front of me now seemed anxious to fill exactly that role.

I'd had a brief fear while listening to Brian's story that I was to spend the night with a gay man settling for my presence in order to get to my boyfriend, or to prove his straightness. After catching Sal checking me out several times over drinks these fears faded. In fact this gentleman had all my fears fading away and my excitement taking over. The red wine in front of me didn't hurt either. Brian was drinking coffee, a sign that he was anticipating a long night.

We would have sat there awkwardly waiting for the other to make a move all night if Brian hadn't come to the rescue. He could see clearly that I had approved of Sal, and he excused himself to go and pay for a room upstairs.

Sal and I did our best to make small talk while Brian was away. Without intending to I bit my lip and did all the stereotypical flirty girl things I hadn't done in years as Sal told me he was from a town a few hours drive to the east of here and had come to town for computer training. He had been to our town before when he played in a punk band but hadn't seen much beyond the dive bar that he played at and the inside of the van that he slept in on his way across the country with his three best friends and worst enemies.

"And now you're just seeing the inside of a hotel room." I blushed as I mentioned for the first time, out loud, that we'd be heading up stairs together. "You should get out and see our town before you go." I added quickly trying to recover.

"I'm supposed to be back tonight. I'll be calling in sick to work tomorrow, but I'll definitely have to head back home come morning." He had now acknowledged that we were about to spend the night together as well. Brian arrived back and we all made our way to the elevator.

Brian opened the door and motioned for us to enter first. The room was small, but I noticed a large bath. Brian did know me well. He shut the door and we all stood in the living room, wondering how to proceed.

"Hey, would you guys like sit in the tub, maybe have some wine? I brought a couple of bottles with me."

"That sound perfect." I loved this man, not only for his openness to an experience like this, but for how well he could orchestrate it. He asked Sal to run the bath as he plugged in the CD player and put on some Mazzy star. He opened the wine, and filled up three small hotel room water glasses, handing one to Sal and one to me, giving me a big kiss as he did so. I had a sip and then Brian took my hand and walked me to an open area by the tub. He kissed me deeply and Sal approached us, stopping two feet away.

Brian turned me toward Sal, kissed the back of my neck and guided my arms up, welcoming Sal to step forward. Sal took the cue and for the first time in three years I felt a strange mans lips press against mine. The time for being shy was over, and I kissed Sal hard and passionately, my hands exploring his body. It made sense that Sal would seek out the YMCA even when out of town on business. His had a lean, muscular body. We all moved slowly in time with the sensuous stoney music now filling the room.

I stepped out of my shoes and played with Sal's belt. He lifted my t-shirt over my head. Brian stopped the tub, now full and ready for us. He then stepped behind me and began kissing down my neck, behind my ears and running his hands along my sides. Four hands explored my body as two mouths kissed at me. I lost track of whose was whose and I was turned and turned again. I was undressed to just my carefully selected panties and bra, sandwiched between two fully dressed men. I was facing Sal when Brian unlatched my bra and lowered it down the front of me. I took a hold of Sal's erect cock through his pants. He breathed heavy and stepped way, admiring my body. Brian then slid my panties off. I felt on display as Sal stayed barely close enough for me to maintain my grip on him and eyed me from head to toe. It was an exciting feeling and I enjoyed it for ten seconds that felt like an hour before pulling on his cock to bring him back to me. I undid his belt, as he unbuttoned his shirt. I could hear Brian following suite behind me. I slid Sal's pants down. Brian was strictly a boxers man, which was fine by me, but seeing a pair whitey tighties set against brown skin and with an impressive bulge straining the fabric was a delight to my eyes. I pulled down his underpants following them down all the way to the ankles, putting his erect cock close to my mouth. I looked up at him and smiled. I felt Brian's hands on my head.

Brian's cock was perfect. He was a good size, bigger than anyone I'd been with, but not huge. The cock in front of me now was slightly larger. My man was certainly not insecure. He'd after all chosen to bring me this cock, having seen it first.

I kissed the base of Sal's cock teasingly. I closed my mouth around the tip, and felt him stiffen even more. I heard him take a deep breath. And then I rose to my feet. I kissed him on the lips, leaned back to receive a kiss from Brain on my neck and made my way to the tub.

"What are you two waiting for?" I asked the naked erect men who now stood facing each other, but looking at me.

Brian and Sal sat on the rim of the tub on opposite sides, hanging their legs in, with me in the middle. I was washed, stroked, pet and passed back and forth. I enjoyed posing and teasing. I pulled Brian into the tub and soaped him up, while kissing and rubbing myself against him, making sure to raise my ass in the air, and to give Sal a show as he waited patiently for his turn. Brian eased himself back up and I slid over to Sal. I let him remain sitting on the edge of the tub so I could raise up on my knees and kiss his stomach and his thighs. His erection stood beautifully just as it had for a good half hour now. I'd intended to go slower, but when Brian slid back into the tub and slid his hands over my ass, cheek to cheek over my pussy along the way, I did what came naturally and gripped Sal's cock at the base with my hand as I took him into my mouth. Brian's hands worked my pussy now, squeezing my lips, or petting my mound of Venus, giving a little pinch here and a pet there, just enough to keep my swollen and increasingly wet. Sal's hands were on my head now, running through my hair as I sucked him and stroked him slowly but firmly. I was ready to move to the bed.

I ran my mouth up and down the underside of Sal's cock slowly and then I stood keeping a grip on his cock. I stepped out of the tub with Brian's help, keeping a hold of Sal and leading him to the bed. I lay Sal down on the bed and Brian, approving of where I was heading, handed me a condom. I kissed this gorgeous brown body, from his lips, to his nick to his chest, to his biceps, to his stomach to his cock, to his thighs to his toes. I kissed his cock at the base, and then I rolled the condom on to him.

Climbing on top of Sal, I could feel how every muscle in his body was tight and ready for me. I slid his sheathed cock between my labia, pushing against the underside of his cock with my pussy and rocking forward and back. I almost came from this sensation and then I bent forward and felt the tip of his cock at the opening of my pussy. I whispered "Slow" in his ear, though I didn't need to, as he had been such a perfect gentleman. I took him inside me, inch by inch, as slowly as I could stand. And if he pushed forward, I slid up off of him and started the process over. His cock was thicker and curved differently than Brian's. Just feeling a different cock slide into me was an amazing sensation.

I had his cock all the way in me, my clitoris pressed against his pubic bone. It was a cue for both of us, and we let go of the restraint, though we continued to move slowly. He pushed against me and slid his cock out and back in. He'd give me three or four shallow pumps and then he'd slide all the way in again, which drove me insane.

I felt Brian's hands on my ass which I was lifting a dropping in time with Sal. If felt Brian kissing my bag, gripping my waist. Sal's hands were over my breasts. I was hot, maybe hotter than I'd ever been and heading fast toward cumming, and then I felt it, Brian's cock pressing against my ass.

We'd had anal sex before, and Brian knew I had to be seconds from cumming before I could be entered in such a way. He pushed his cock against me so gently, holding my hips still as Sal continued fucking me. Brian slid just the tip of the head of his cock into me, and I started to cum. Sal's hands held me up, I gripped his shoulders, and I pushed against Brian who continued to slowly slide into me. Every time I thought I was heading toward the finish he'd slide in another inch and I'd reach a higher peak. Until at last, he pushed hard against me. He was all the way in my ass and Sal was all the way in my cunt. I was sandwiched between them and coming hard and solid. I begged them both so hold still as I savored the aftershocks, and for the most part they obliged.

I could have fallen asleep between them. Brian slid out rolled onto his back, moving to the edge of the bed so as to leave room for me to do the same. I had come, but I had two hard cocks that had not. I grabbed a cock in each hand and squeezed. I'm not one to be selfish, but I was too exhausted to take care of anyone.

"Would you like a show?" Brian whispered in my ear. I knew exactly what he meant and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I'd asked Brian exactly this question at a party we'd attended where a beautiful older woman had spent a good hour hitting on me and bringing me drinks. He didn't have to say yes, the look on his face said it all. I grabbed his hand and her hand, led her into a nearby bedroom and locked the door.

"What's he doing here?" she asked.

"He's my lover and he stays." I answered pulling her into a kiss. She didn't speak again, and Brian got a show that would give him warm thoughts for the rest of his life.

I looked at my boyfriend now with my eyes open wide. "Oh, yes please." I whispered.

Brian reached across me and wrapped his hand around Sal's cock. Seeing his masculine hand holding this large beautiful cock, in its shiny pink condom I wished we'd packed a camera, not that the image would ever leave my memory.

Brian got up and walked toward the shower, he turned it on and looked back at Sal. This was where they're friendship had started. I grabbed the chair that sat next to small desk and took a seat facing the shower. The lovely men left the door open as they squeezed in to together and began kissing. Brian had expressed very little interest in this kind of experimentation, though he had never been repulsed by the site of man on man affection or sex when it showed up in movies we watched or even at parties we'd attended. Brian stepped out of the shower and grabbed some lotion that I'd not seen him put in the bag. He turned the shower off, but stepped back in as he did so. He turned Sal around poured the lotion over his shoulders so it ran down his chest and stomach as well as down his back and ass. He then ran his hands over Sal until he was shimmering. Brian reaching around, grabbed Sal's cock and after rolling the condom off of him he began stroking, his own cock sliding between Sal's ass cheeks, not penetrating, just enjoying a bit of frottage. Brian pinched Sal's nipples pushed his chest against the shower wall. To leave room for his own cock to be stroked Sal had to push his ass backwards toward Brian. It didn't take long at all before Sal came hard against the wall.

I stepped forward then. Brian had made two people come, hard, and now it was his turn. I pulled him from the shower to my chair, where I sat back on my ass. I took the condom of off his cock and I sucked his cock the way only I can suck his cock after years of learning him. I was not teasing or subtle; I gave him what he liked straight off: licking and kissing, as much for his viewing pleasure as for the sensations. And when he began to thrust, I took him deep in my mouth, my tongue firm against his shaft. I stroked him with my lips while I pulled his balls forward with on hand and gripped the base of his cock with the other. He came, long and hard in my mouth. I could feel how intensely he was cumming and I moved my tongue slowly and firmly to keep him cumming without it being too much. He was so exhausted he sat right down on my lap and we both began giggling.

Sal was running the shower again, soaping himself up while watching us. We all took a turn going trough the shower, and when I stepped out I found room service had been called. A big plate of French fries, onion rings, cheese and crackers, bottled water and apple pie helped us satiate the appetites we'd earned. We didn't speak much, mostly just looking at each other and giggling. We all fell asleep naked in the bed, with me in the middle, where I was quite content to be.

In the morning we had coffee and waffles and fresh fruit in the restaurant on the ground floor. It was only nine am and we had the room for another three hours. Would we have one last go around? Of course.

A Show at the Lake



It was one of those typical Southern California days – easily over a 100 degrees, dry air and bright blue sky made even brighter against the dry brown craggy desert mountains. The lake was yet another shade of blue punctuated here and there by ski boats creating white streaks across the surface. 

It was a Tuesday early in the afternoon and the lake was almost deserted. Just a few sunbathers were scattered on the gentle sloping grass banks of the lake. Others dotted the narrow strip of sandy shore that circled the water below the grassy slope. 

I took in this tranquil setting while sitting on a large blanket, feet pulled up and arms wrapped around my legs and my chin on my knees. The sun beat down on my back. There was enough of a breeze cooled as it came off the lake to neutralize what would otherwise have been unbearable heat. 

Content with my surroundings I turned my attention to the view on the blanket next to me. Kathy was on her stomach, elbows out resting her chin on her hands. Her brown skin glistened with a combination of perspiration and sun tan oil. Her back was bare, her bathing suit top removed completely and resting next to her. With my eyes I followed the slope of her back from her toned shoulders down her spine to the swell of her hips. The view was only slightly interrupted by the thong that accentuated the roundness of her bottom and disappeared between her perfectly shaped cheeks. 

Kathy and I had been married for over 20 years with 2 almost grown children. This outing to the lake was a lazy getaway for both of us from stressful corporate jobs and allowed us to focus on each other. It was also part of an effort to spend more time together now that we had both entered our mid forties and had spent the last decade and a half raising kids and developing careers. 

“You know you want to do it.” Kathy said continuing a conversation that had been intermittent for the last 30 minutes. 

“I know you want me to do it.” I replied watching her lift herself up on her elbows, giving me a side profile look at her smallish breasts with the sexiest nipples I had ever seen. 

Kathy looked behind her down the slope toward the lake. I followed her line of sight and watched the landscaping crew of 7 men planting groundcover where the sand turned to soil about 70 yards away and slightly below us. The men all took time out to enjoy the view of Kathy’s incredible ass and bare back. I envied them their perspective, being positioned so they could look up and see the material of Kathy’s thong between her slightly spread legs. 

“I do – I really want you to do it. C’mon, we talked about this.” Kathy said in a quiet but urgent tone. “I know you’ll like it.” 

“Yeah, but what if people object and I get caught.” I asked. 

“That’s what makes it exciting.” My wife told me. “Besides, there aren’t that many people around. They may not even see you.” 

“But the people that are around are all guys.” I said, sounding wimpy even to me. 

“Yeah, that’s what gets me excited about it.” Kathy said, looking over her shoulder at the half dozen or so landscape workers down the hill all of whom were alternating between their work and looking at Kathy’s near naked body. 

“I think they would rather see you.” I told her

“Maybe they would but I would rather see you do it.” She said as she turned on her side, exposing her breasts to anyone that wanted to look and propped her head up on her hand. “I can tell you want to do it.” She smiled as she took off her sunglasses and looked down at my crotch. I looked down and noted that the head of my penis was sticking out of the leg of my shorts, the wetness of the head glistening in the sun. I had been hard for most of the last half hour and as a result the head of my prick had worked its way out of my shorts but not before leaving a dark wet spot on my shorts.  

Kathy again looked down at the crew of young men. They had removed their shirts and were now standing and openly gawking at Kathy’s breasts as she lay on her side and allowed the men to appreciate her erect nipples. 

“Do it. It’s the perfect set up. It is something I have always wanted.” Kathy pleaded with me. My erection continued to throb. I wondered if they could see my cock head – or if they would even notice when they had Kathy’s tits and ass to look at. 

“What if you do it for me?” I suggested

“No, I want them to watch you do it. And watch me watch them watch you.” She said with a laugh at the complexity of the watching.  “I can see how much you want to show them your big dick” she said. “God, if I had a big dick like you I would flash it for everyone. C’mon, do it for them – just the way we talked about. I want you to so much. And I know you want to. Look at how wet your head is. I can see it throbbing. How much longer can you keep your hands off of it?” 

She was right, my cock ached and I was close to desperate to take hold of it. I looked from Kathy to the group below and then back at Kathy who was now brushing the thumb of her left hand over the erect nipple of her left breast. My mouth had gone dry. I was nervous but incredibly excited. My cock was pulsing and a bead of clear liquid rolled from the tip and under the crown. 

“Will you finish me when I’m ready” I asked. 

“No, I want it to be all you. I want them to see your beautiful prick and watch the come shoot out of it.” 

“Can I shoot on you?” I said

“Oh yeah, I expect you to. Now stand up and do it. Jack yourself off in front of me and all of them. I know you want to do it. I know they will want to see you jack off. I wonder if they will take their dicks out and jack off with you – that would be interesting. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” my wife asked.

“Yes” I said thickly. Kathy had returned to her stomach and arched her back, lifting her extraordinary ass off the blanket and rising to her knees. Her ass was in the air and pointed at the group of men giving them a clear view of her thong covered pussy lips. 

“Do it now baby. I want to watch you.” Kathy said resting her head on the blanket, ass in the air and rotating her hips slightly back and forth. 

“Like we talked about?” I asked. 

“Yes, just like we talked about.”

I looked down at the group below who had abandoned their work and were intently watching Kathy – and I. Were they expecting us to fuck? I stood up, my shorts restraining my erection awkwardly. I turned to face down the hill at the gathered men and while looking at them tugged down the waistband of my shorts over my cock and let them fall to my ankles. I looked at my penis and watched it bounce for a moment before I looked back at the group below. They continued to stare at us – but now I was certain at me – at my penis bobbing in front of me. I stepped out of my shorts and turned to face Kathy who was now sitting up and leaning back on her hands. Her breasts were now completely exposed to the group below. I was turned sideways to the men giving them a profile view of my erection as it jutted out from my body. It was less than a foot from Kathy’s face. But she was not looking at me or my cock. She was looking at the men below. I looked at them as well, capturing in my mind the image we presented to them – and daring them to watch us – to watch me. 

“Jack it baby” my wife told me. “They are looking at your huge cock. All of them are looking. “

I was looking at them as she spoke and they were indeed watching me. I slowly, almost theatrically reached down and gripped the shaft of my penis. Still looking at the men assembled below I slid my fist up the shaft and over the head catching all the wetness that had built up. Excruciatingly slowly I slide my hand back over the head and along the shaft to the base. God it felt good. 

“Oh fuck, that looks good” Kathy said, now looking up at my cock. “Do you like that they are watching you masturbate?” she asked. 

“Uh huh” was all I could get out. I was now stroking my cock faster, in a more natural rhythm and listening to the wet sounds as my hand slid up over the head and back down. I was excited by the realization that I was jacking off in public in front of a group of more than half a dozen men while standing in front of my almost naked wife. I took a moment to look away from the men and watched my wife alternating between looking at my cock and the men. Her actions called attention to my masturbation – drawing the men’s attention to my dick. 

As I continued to survey the scene I noticed for the first time two women further up the slope from us sunbathing on a blanket. They were both watching behind their sunglasses, mouths open in surprise and probably disbelief. I looked back at them and continued to jack myself off. 

“There are two girls up there watching” I told Kathy. 

“I know they’ve been there all along. I’m sure they’re waiting to see your big prick shoot off.” Kathy looked up at me and smiled. “You like it don’t you? All these people watching you jack yourself. Looking at your penis hard and in your hand.” 

“Do you like them looking at my prick?” I asked as I started to stroke faster. 

“Yeah, I love that they’re all watching you jack off, seeing your penis in your hand. I can’t wait until you show them your come. Soon huh?” 

I nodded and continued to stroke as I watched Kathy look from me to the group below. I looked back to the men who had not moved but just continued to watch our obscene show. The women above us also continued to watch without speaking to each other or moving. 

“There’s someone else watching behind you” Kathy said excitedly. I looked over my shoulder and saw a man of about thirty in a hedge of oleander. He was screened from the men below and the women above. His shorts were around his knees and he was furiously masturbating. “Let him see your cock” Kathy said and pushed my leg to encourage me to turn around. I swung around without missing a stroke and pointed my erection at my fellow masturbator. I watched his eyes drop to take in my penis as I did the same. In seconds his penis erupted with shots of white cascading onto the grass in front of him. 

“Oh yeah, he liked that” Kathy said while the man continued to stroke his softening dick. He pulled up his shorts quickly but made no move to leave. 

Point your cock at the girls” Kathy told me. I rotated and continued to stroke my cock now looking up the slope at the two women looking back at me. One of the women opened her mouth wider in surprise while the other said something. Neither woman looked away as I masturbated for them. 

“Fuck, look at him” Kathy said interrupting my show for the girls. I followed Kathy’s line of sight to the men below turning to face them as I looked. I quickly saw what had caught her attention. One of the men had pushed his work pants down to mid thigh and was busy jacking his penis while looking up at us. Some of the other men were clearly shocked by their co-workers actions and were alternating between watching us and looking at him. 

“Do you like his dick? I asked Kathy. She nodded and continued to watch the young man masturbate for us. 

“I’m almost there“ I said quickly as I continued to look at the group of men below, particularly the one jacking off with me. I was now beyond stopping. My hand was flying up and down my shaft. I had become so slick that a couple of times my hand slid off my penis and I had to grip it and frantically continue stroking. 

“Shoot on my tits” Kathy said leaning her head back and presenting her chest to me. I turned and took a step toward her pumping furiously. I looked at the girls above and noted they were continuing to watch knowing that I was ready to ejaculate. 

“Show everyone how much you have. Shoot it all over me” Kathy urged

“Oh fuck” I groaned “Here it comes” Kathy looked from my penis to the men below. I knew she wanted to see their reaction to my climax. I spread my feet apart and thrust my hips forward to accentuate the friction against my hand. The first shot of come went 2 feet past Kathy landing on the grass. My knees started to buckle but I was able to point my prick down and the next shot hit her on the neck and rolled down between her breasts. I continued to stroke myself and deposited another 5 good sized shots that coated her tits. Come was dripping off her erect nipples. 

“He’s shooting now too” Kathy said as I looked away from her covered chest to catch the last spurt of come leaving the young man’s penis below us. I finally let go of my penis and watched it slowly deflate. Kathy looked up at me and asked “Did you like it?” I nodded that I did and asked her “Did you?” “Oh yeah” she replied as she sat up and rubbed my semen into her breasts.

“We better go” she said standing up. She gathered up the blanket as I pulled up my shorts, tucking my softened cock in carefully. Kathy handed me the blanket and the bag and started walking up the slope to the car making no attempt to dress first. She was wearing just her thong and covered in my come. As we walked by the two girls who had not moved throughout the show we smiled at them as though this had been a perfectly normal event. One of the girls smiled back and said “Wow, that was a show.” Kathy and I both smiled by way of reply. 

Once back at the car Kathy pulled on a t-shirt and quickly stripped off her thong before hopping into the passenger seat, now nude from the waist down. She was masturbating before I even started the car and had her first climax before we exited the park. 

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A Show By The Door



The house was hot and humid when I got home on Friday afternoon. The sun was beating in through the sliding glass door and large bay window in the living room. Beyond them not too far away on the hillside the blueberry bushes were still wet from the heavy thunderstorm.

I decided to change into my gym shorts and a tee shirt, but after tossing my jeans in the laundry I realized I hadn't washed clothes for a while. All my shorts were in the bottom of laundry basket. I picked up a bunch of clothes and tossed them into the washer then left the room to get a pair of clean jeans. But as I walked across the living room in just my briefs and tee shirt I felt a momentary awareness underneath. I touched myself lightly and felt it harden a little as if it was asking for attention. Then my mind wandered to the last time I masturbated. 

It was not quite a week ago when I had a long phone conversation with Anna that had touched upon the subject of sex for the first time ever. We had been friends for a long time but the closest our conversations had come to any sexual reference was in regard to past relationships we had. 

That night we were both having a glass of wine and she mentioned how relaxed wine always made her feel. I sure felt relaxed then surprised myself when I said that wine made me last longer. 

"What do you mean" she asked.

I wondered if I should explain but also worried that being too open might offend her. So all I said was that it keeps me up longer. 

I didn't realize I had added a pun to that complimented my first comment until she responded. 

"That's what I though you meant "She said. "Maybe I should have given my husband wine more often. He was always too quick."

I told her about how long some of the nights my ex and I had in bed and our conversation got into more details without becoming graphic in any way. When I sighed she pointedly asked how long it had been since I had sex. Too long I answered, to which she added "even alone" to her question.

I hesitated and she sensed I was embarrassed and apologized. "I know it's not a comfortable subject for most men. I couldn't talk to my husband about it and all my friends said their husbands would never admit they did it even if the were caught with their pants down... pun intended" 

"I guess it's ok to do it" I said. "I've just never talked to anyone before about it. And I would've thought that women would be really turned off if her man did it. I hid doing it while I was married."

We began talking about youthful experiences and the shame that always accompanied it. Actually I did most of the talking. And I was becoming quite aroused by it because she seemed so interested. Her questions were personal but so filled with a youthful curiosity that I was put very much at ease after a while. 

And I was incredibly hard and feeling wet too. My voice must have changed at that moment, or at least hers did. She softly asked if she could ask me something very personal. 

"Sure" I said. "It's interesting talking about masturbation and not being nervous about it."

"Have you've never had phone sex" she asked. 

"I'm not sure what you mean. Like call a 900 number or something.

"No" she replied. "I mean talk sexually with a woman you know and get turned on by it."

"Is this phone sex" I asked her. 

She laughed and I said "what" rather defensively.

"It's ok. I wasn't laughing at you. I just realized how innocent you really are about it."

She didn't explain anymore but instead began telling me how aroused she gets when she thinks about listening to a man masturbate. Then she added "sure, it's not the said its not the same as the real thing but so much more pleasurable then doing it all alone. I've done it several times. It is surprising erotic. Only problem is now I have a fantasy about actually watch a man masturbate for me." 

We continued to talk about it but I still was missing something when she finally said "you know, I am turned on a lot. And I want to picture you stroking while we talk. I mean, not just imagine it but share doing it. That's phone sex Jim. Sharing playing with ourselves all the way to an orgasm."

And we did. She had gently seduced me into getting undressed and describing every touch and stroke that followed. And the wine did indeed work too, because more than an hour went by before she told me that she wanted to listen to me cum. 

Remembering it for the next few days had made me do it more even though I was alone. My briefs were wet too. But it also made doing it alone so empty compared to hearing her voice as she got close. I wondered if I could enjoy it with a glass of wine, so I went into the kitchen and poured one. 

I wasn't in a rush. With the glass in my hand I walked to the sliding glass door and stood in the sun sipping the wine and got continued to get lost in the reverie my sexual imagination. 

So when Linda wandered into view picking blueberries in her yard, I just watched her unaware I was standing their in just a tee shirt and my briefs. She didn't see me. She was focused on the bushes and slowly worked the hillside. 

Linda and I had been neighbors a long time. Less than a year ago she had gotten divorced and we hadn't talked much since. Now, as she approached area the edge of my yard I found myself wondering about her sexually for the first time. 

It was like a daydream. She wasn't really there. I had moved my thoughts away from masturbating for Anna's enjoyment to real having real sex again. Unconsciously though I began feeling myself through the fabric of my briefs. They were so wet it made me look down while I touched and I drifted away from the reality that I was standing by the door. When I looked back up I saw Linda standing there looking right at me. Our eyes met across the distance and I felt embarrassed and froze. Then she put her pail full of blueberries on the ground and cupped both her breasts with her hands.

I just watched as she caressed them for a few moments. Then she sat down on the ground and just looked at me. She was nodding at me it seemed. Maybe it was the wine, but probably not, because I hadn't been sipping it long enough. I wondered it she was trying to tell me it was ok to keep touching because she wanted to watch me.

So I began rubbing myself with one hand. Then I put the glass down and used them both. Her smile told me I read her mind correctly. When I lifted my tee short up as if I was going to take it off, she clearly nodded, and in the moment when it blocked my eyes as I lifted it over my head, she stood up and took a step in my direction. I resumed rubbing as I watched her approach. 

When she got on the brick patio I was sure she wanted to come inside. But she took the lounge chair and moved it over to the door, then sat in it facing me and smiled. And I remembered Anna's words about fantasying watching a man doing it. 

The idea of performing settled in place of just doing it. I wanted her to enjoy it, I realized, as if I was seducing her and not the other way around. So I went back to rubbing with two hands except now they also slid around my body as it rocked and swayed slowly.

Linda seemed beyond content to watch. Her smile never left, but it changed in a way that suggested curiosity was part of what she was experiencing. Maybe it was something new to her. But then why did she seem so decisive in the moment she first held her breasts to encourage me.

I think too much I thought. Which made me feel bold. I suddenly felt the desire to really do more than just dance, if that's what it was I was doing. My hand slid under my briefs and I held it for a few seconds before I slid it up and down and felt the juices under my grip. I brought my hand out and put it towards my mouth as if I was going to lick it. Her eyes smiled widely, so I did.

Then I reached down and pulled the waistband out wide, slowly out and over it, until my cock was free for her to see. As soon as they slid all the way off, my right hand began stroking very slowly. I stopped and spread the juices all around the tip, massaging it between two wet fingers and my thumb, then went back to stroking long and slow and very deliberate. 

Linda sat up and leaned it for a closer look. Her eyes widened. Her facial expression suggested she was really turned. Did she want to come in and help, I wondered. I started to open the door and she shook her head. Then she mouthed the words "cum for me". 

So I stroked again and again, slow enough to tease her, and me as well, till the pulsating sensation dictated it was time. I turned to the side and gave her a profile view as my back arched and my body seemed to pulsate and freeze simultaneously. And I came in three big bursts before it became so sensitive to touch I had to stop and just hold it.

Linda stop up and opened the door. "Thank you" she said. "That was so erotic. 

I smiled. She leaned in and kissed me, took my hand, and placed it between her legs and said "feel how wet you made me. But now I have to ask you something. If I let you rest and recover, will you go down on me and taste me, and bring me there to. Then you cum in me."



A Show For Him



Outside, the thunderstorm was raging on. Pounding the roof and sheeting down the windows. She afforded it no more than a glance.

The only light in the room was that which was coming from the streetlight through the rain streaked widow. She lay on the bed completely naked while he sat in the antique rocker a few feet from the bed, while slow sexy music played on the stereo.

She lay on her side with her legs spread wide open offering her man a view of her treasure. She knew what he wanted. He liked to watch, so she was going to give him a show to make him so hot he didn’t know what to do with himself.

She smiled a half smile and put her hand between her legs.  Gently she began stroking her hard clit with her middle finger, while the other hand held apart the outer lips affording an unobstructed view to her lover.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes he had his pants undone and was stroking the underside of his hard cock up and down lightly with one hand.

As the moments passed by her pussy grew hotter and wetter. It felt so good to be touched in her sensitive areas, she moaned softly. Her finger moved faster and her need to climax became more feverish as she attempted to make herself cum.

She alternately circled and flicked across her hot clit occasionally dipping into her hot cunt for lubrication. Her hand moved faster and faster and she abandoned holding her lips apart.

She closed her eyes as her breathing came heavier and faster. Suddenly her lover was beside her on the bed and he slid his fingers into her cunt as he watched her continue to fondle her own clit. Feverishly she rubbed and circled her lovebud trying to bring herself to climax.

She was soon rewarded by her efforts. Her back arched and her face contorted as waves and waves of pleasure washed through her body. The more her body moved the faster and harder her lover thrust his fingers into her.

Slowly the waves subsided and she was ready to please him. She smiled up at him with desire in her eyes and he smiled back with desire in his. She reached up and pushed him down onto the bed.

She moved to position herself so she could look down into his eyes. She bent down and pressed her open lips to his. He thrust his tongue into her mouth in search of hers. Their tongues met in a sensual wrestling match.

Slowly she kissed his neck and earlobes moving down his entire body. It sent shivers up his spine. As she came to his waistline she put her hands in the waistband of his pants and slowly pulled them off, licking as she went. He never wore underwear, making it faster amd easier to expose his hard cock to her prying eyes and hands.

She took the swollen prick into her hands and blew gently on the tip of it, making his legs quiver ever so slightly. She lowered her head to his cock and kissed the tip of it so very gently.

She drew her fingers repeatedly up the shaft causing his hips to thrust toward the hot mouth caressing the tip with tiny kisses. His breathing became ragged as he neared the point of no return.

Each time he nearly reached the limit she backed of and blew gently on the tip. Teasing him in such a way that drove him crazy with desire.

After several bouts of tantalizing teasing she started kissing her way back up his body to his earlobes and one at a time slowly sucking them into her mouth and drew her teeth across them most gently.

When he began shivering she pressed her open lips hard down onto his and kissed him with ferocity. Quietly she moved her body to straddle him and took his manhood into her hot cunt.

She began rocking her hips back and forth bringing them both ever nearer to the sweet bliss craved between lovers. She threw her head back as she rocked on top of him, and began panting in rhythm to her own movements.

Within moments they climaxed together, clutching to one another with sheer pleasure. She removed him from her and lay down next to him, softly planting sweet kisses on his neck and upper chest.

She lay her head on his chest and snuggled against him as they both fell into a deep peaceful sleep in one another’s arms, holding each other close. 



A Show For Him



It was eight o'clock in the morning as I puttered around in the kitchen. The sun was already up and it promised to be another beautiful August day. But, this wasn't just any day. Today was our twenty-eighth wedding anniversary.

Could that possibly be true? Just thinking about the number made me shake my head in wonder. I still thought of myself in the same way that I always had. However, a quick glance in the mirror was more than enough to remind me that I no longer resembled that young, thin twenty year old that had walked down that aisle so long ago.

There are no regrets for me, though - No, not a single one. The past twenty-eight years had seen us raise a family and make quite a life for ourselves. Some women may have had worries about their spouse's fidelity at one time or another. That was never a concern for me. Bill has loved me the same ever since we had our first date as juniors in high school.

It may not have been love at first sight, but Bill has this persistence about him that is so hard to resist. Rather than being forceful or bullying, my Bill has a charm to him that could melt through even the most obstinate soul. We dated throughout the rest of our high school years and we got married after he had completed his junior year of college.

I smiled and shook my head as I remembered the outrage that our announcement had elicited from our families --

"You're much too young!"

"You two have no idea what you are doing!" 

"Are you both out of your minds?"

- but, Bill eventually wore them down with that way of his and we were married with the best wishes and blessings of both of our families. Twenty-eight years ago today I had walked down that aisle as an innocent young lady and became Mrs. Samantha Rogers. 

We moved into the apartment that Bill was living in already while attending college. Looking back now, we laugh at how small that apartment had been. But at the time we thought we had everything that anyone could ever hope to have. 

In our living room there was a battered old couch that he had found at a Salvation Army store and a combination television stand and bookshelf made out of some old lumber and cinderblocks. If company arrived, we had four mismatched folding chairs that we would hurriedly drag out of the closet. It's little wonder that we didn't have company all too often.

The bedroom consisted of one dresser, a small closet, and a TV tray borrowed from his Aunt Dorothy that served as a nightstand. The bed had a full sized mattress that was lumpy and had a permanent dent in the middle of it. That bed had been our one big purchase together. We found it at a garage sale two weeks before our wedding and I still laugh at the memory of the two of us struggling to carry it up the stairs to the apartment. It's a wonder than one or both of us didn't end up with broken bones that day!

Every girl dreams of a lavish honeymoon spent in some very romantic setting - dining on the finest gourmet meals and drinking the finest champagne while her husband showers her with gifts to show how much he loves her. Our honeymoon, however, didn't quite live up to that dream.

With Bill still being in school, that left me with my big job as a receptionist at a dentist's office as the sole wage earner. If you have ever held a similar position you can probably figure out that we barely had two nickels to rub together. We spent our wedding night at the apartment and the next four days at his uncle's camp on Loon Lake. 

You know something? Those fantasies about a dream honeymoon were nice, but no two people were ever happier than we were on our budget version of that dream. That first night at the apartment Bill and I made love for the first time.

Yes, you read that right! While it is true that we had been seeing each other for a long time by then, we had never "gone all the way". My strict catholic upbringing and the good Sisters at St. Anthony's Catholic School had instilled in my brain the notion of premarital sex being a sin. Those same Sisters might have blanched if they had any idea of some of the things that we did do before the big night, but technically I had remained true to their demands. (This is one instance where all of Bill's charm didn't get him everything that he wanted!)

We may have waited for a long time to make love for the first time, but we soon set about making up for lost time. Those first years we could hardly keep our hands off of each other! Every day seemed to bring a new discovery -- a new source of pleasure and what made it special was that we made that journey together.

We made love every chance that we could. It's still a wonder to me that Bill was able to maintain his grade point average during that time. It seemed like ninety percent of his time was spent in bed with me or at least with him trying to get me into bed. There was even one memorable time that I went to the campus to meet him as he was getting out of class and we didn't even wait until we got home! We tried, but we only made it half way across the campus before we veered off into the woods and enjoyed each other.

As I mentioned earlier, we were both raised as Catholics. You know what that means -- no birth control. As we neared our first anniversary I found out that I was pregnant. I will never forget the look of happiness on Bill's face when I told him the news. It was the same look that I was to see three more times in the next five years as our family grew quickly.

Money was in really short supply during those early years. Bill added a full time job to his full load of course work and I worked off and on whenever I wasn't too pregnant to do so. Luckily we had a lot of help and support from our families and somehow we always managed to just get by. We gradually moved from one apartment to a slightly larger one with each addition to the family.

Bill had graduated with his engineering degree and it didn't take him long to start climbing the ladder at work. As I said before, he was so smart and had such a way about him that management had him on a fast track to success. Sure, there were tough times -- such as when our son went through a phase where he seemed destined to destroy his life with a series of bad choices or, after having given birth to four healthy babies, our last two attempts had ended in miscarriages -- but we pulled through them each time as a family.

I was very lucky. As Bill's salary grew, he made the decision that I shouldn't work anymore. We both felt that the children needed a full time mom and no career could ever replace the love and support that I was able to shower on our little ones as they grew.

So, as I stood in my kitchen on the morning of our twenty-eighth anniversary I was able to look back at a life that had been truly blessed. Our baby was now twenty-two years old and had just graduated from college. She had recently taken a job as a registered nurse in Florida. It was sad that she would be living so far away from us, but we were so proud of her for having the courage to take a job so far away from home without a worry in the world.

My thoughts turned to Bill who was still upstairs. I thought with a wicked grin that I should go up and give him a little anniversary surprise while he was still in bed. I was just setting my coffee cup down and imagining the look on his face when I would come into the bedroom completely naked to give him surprise, when he suddenly appeared in the kitchen. He was already dressed in his shorts and a t-shirt and had his gym bag in his hand. I felt a stab of disappointment that I had missed my opportunity for a little early morning fun in bed.

"I'm off for my racquetball game with Larry," he said, "I'll be back this afternoon and maybe we can do something then."

With that, he put his stupid orange baseball cap on his head and was gone. No "happy anniversary, dear" or even a "good morning". He was gone so quickly that I believe that had I but blinked I would have missed him altogether.

You might think that I would be angry with Bill for having seemingly forgotten our anniversary completely. You know what, though? This man had showed me millions of little ways throughout the years that he loved me. He didn't just say it. It was in the little things like always dropping me off at the door of the store when it was cold or rainy or always asking for my opinion and actually taking the time to hear what I was saying. It was in the way that he always enjoyed spending time with me and the way that he would always be sure to introduce me to his friends and co-workers. He never failed to make me feel important. I guess I could forgive him this morning for his oversight.

I smiled to myself as I watched him head for his car in the driveway. That dorky orange cap perched on his head. That hat had actually become sort of a running joke to us. He has owned it for years and I had tried my hardest to get him to part with it. On at least three separate occasions I had managed to put it in our pile to go to Goodwill, but each time he would spy it and mutter, "Now, how did that get in there?". Then he would slap it against his thigh and place it back on his head.

Suddenly, I had an entire morning all to myself. I hurried up stairs to get dressed for the day. This would be a wonderful day for my newest favorite indulgence. 

About eight years ago Bill and I had purchased this house. The home was wonderful, but what really made me fall in love with the place was the land. The house came with twenty acres of woodland surrounding it. At the time that we had bought, it the kids were still in school. They were old enough to not need their mother twenty-four hours a day and, since I was not working, I had started taking little hikes into the woods to explore our new property. 

I had been quite timid at first. You always heard stories every year about some unfortunate that had wandered into the woods and wound up lost for days on end. At the beginning I never ventured too far from the house, but eventually I got to the point where I was able to pick out certain landmarks that would tell me exactly where I was. Soon my trails began to become clearer as I walked them repeatedly.

In my third or fourth year of exploration I discovered a stream that ran through the property. Naturally, I followed the stream and soon discovered the most amazing thing! I couldn't believe my eyes when I spotted a small waterfall that emptied into a picturesque little pond. If I hadn't been totally in love with the property right from the beginning, then I surely would have been after discovering this.

To think, that this little Eden existed right here in upstate Vermont and that we owned it! The waterfall wasn't anything gigantic. It was maybe ten feet high and, while it wasn't exactly gushing over, it had a nice little stream of water that made the most delightful sound as it splashed down into the waiting pool.

That first day that I discovered it I carefully made my way down to have a closer look. I knew in my heart immediately that this would always be my secret place. The water was crystal clear and there were large flat rocks ringing the pond. Standing there in that brilliant sunshine, hearing the water tinkling down, and looking at all that beauty, I thought that I had found a little part of heaven.

Every couple of days I found myself almost magically pulled back to this place. I would sit on the flat stones in the sunshine and all of the worries of the world would just fade away. Sometimes I would dangle my toes in the water and if I was quiet enough I might be treated to the sight of a deer coming to drink from the pool.

I even dragged Bill out to my spot once. He's never been the rugged outdoor type, but he could sense my excitement and (God bless him) he was always willing to indulge me. Even Bill was speechless when we finally got to our destination. He dubbed this place "Sam's Sanctuary" and the name stuck.

Like I said, Bill was a good sport to make the trek out there that day. The only note of complaint that he voiced was he kept wondering out loud what wild animals might be all around us. He didn't try to talk me out of visiting there, but he did buy a small can of pepper spray that he wished I would carry with me just in case I did encounter something meaner than the squirrels and chipmunks. I couldn't argue with his logic and always made sure that it was clipped to my little backpack whenever I ventured out again.

I started wearing my bathing suit underneath my top and shorts and I would sometimes wade out into the water a go for a little swim. Nothing was ever so perfect as having this beautiful pool all to myself, where I could swim and then lay out on the rocks to soak up the sunshine. There was even a small rock ledge where you could walk out underneath the waterfall. You had to be careful because it was pretty slippery and it surely wouldn't do to slip and wind up with a broken bone so far from the house.

One day I was laying in the sunshine after my swim and a wicked notion occurred to me. What would it be like to maybe get a little tan in those places hidden by my bathing suit? I laughed it off, but that day I did slide the straps of my modest one piece suit off of my shoulders as I soaked up the rays.

The next time I visited my Sanctuary I again went for my customary swim before stretching out in the sun. This time I slid the straps off of my shoulders and even tugged the top down part way to expose the tops of my breasts. You may laugh at this, but for me this was being very daring.

It was several trips later when that wicked little voice in my head piped up again. Sitting up and carefully scanning the surrounding woods, I couldn't believe what I was actually considering! Slowly, my hands crept up to grasp the top of my suit. I peeled it down my body exposing myself in public for the first time.

My heart was beating a mile a minute as my eyes swept the woods for any sign of an intruder. You wouldn't believe how many sounds there are in the woods even when you are all alone. I would jump every time I heard a twig snap or a woodpecker would start chipping away at some tree. 

When I had calmed down sufficiently and was satisfied that there wasn't another living soul for miles around, I stood up and finished peeling my suit off completely. There I stood -- Francis and Nora's little girl -- in all of her glory! I was scared to death and felt a bit foolish as I settled back down on the warm rocks for my first ever all-over tanning session.

In addition to feeling scared there was something else that I was feeling. I don't know exactly how to describe it, but it felt so liberating to be out in nature in -- well, a natural way! I had never been quite ashamed of my body. God knows that Bill still had plenty of interest in me. However, I was enough of a realist to know that I wasn't a raving beauty anymore either. I think you would be hard-pressed to find a woman anywhere that couldn't make a list a mile long of the flaws in her body. Without any eyes around, though, I could relax and just accept my body and enjoy the sensual feel of the sun's rays on my skin.

After lying in the sun for a while my skin started to burn. I got up and didn't even give a thought to donning my suit once again. I walked into the water for my first ever skinny dip. The feeling was unbelievable! The cool water against my warm skin combined with the sensation of being completely naked in the water was incredible. I secretly chastised myself for never having done this earlier.

The nude sunbathing and swimming became my new routine. Each time I began to feel more and more comfortable with my public nakedness. As I grew more comfortable I soon began to not even bother with the swimsuit at all. I wonder what the Good Sisters at St. Anthony's would have thought if they had ever seen me standing there in the great out of doors in just my bra and panties for all the world to see. Probably not as shocked as they would have been after I dropped those remaining items of clothing, too! 

I began to look forward to my excursions even more than I had previously. On days when I had other chores to perform I found that I missed that feeling of complete freedom that I could only get at my Sanctuary. During the long fall and winter months I longed for a return of the warm sunshine more than ever.

My newfound activity had a quite an unexpected benefit. As my confidence in my body grew I found that I was also becoming more of an outgoing person. Several close friends mentioned to me that they had noticed that I appeared to be happier than they could ever remember. I had become much more affectionate with my husband and felt more at ease in public. I began to wish that I had discovered this activity much sooner in life.

All was going along blissfully until that fateful day this past June. I had hiked out to my pond and was enjoying my usual naked frolicking. While I was standing on the rock ledge beneath the waterfall a movement from the hillside woods ringing the pond caught my eye. I took another look and that was when I saw him!

He was crouched behind some brush and appeared to be staring intently at the scene before him in my Sanctuary. My immediate reaction was to hold my arms up in front of my body. "How dare he!", my mind screamed.

He wasn't making any move to advance from his hiding spot. How long had he been spying on me? Was this the first time that he had been there? I had grown much too comfortable with my supposed privacy that I had not even been on the lookout for any intruders lately. 

I took a quick glance at the pile of my clothes and my backpack with the little can of pepper spray lying just a few feet from my perch. I considered making a mad dash for my belongings and running away as fast as I could. However, it occurred to me that his hiding spot was so far away from me. Clearly, it wasn't his intention to spring upon me. He obviously wanted his presence to remain a secret. I could feel my heart beating loudly in my chest as I felt his eyes taking in my bare flesh. So, instead of running away in shame I did something that I never would have dreamed that I would do. I slowly lowered my hands and exposed my naked body to him.

I can't even explain all of the conflicting thoughts that were flashing through my brain. The one thought that seemed to be the strongest, though was the thought that it made me feel sexier than I had in many years to have someone looking at me in the nude like this. The acceptance of my own body that I had acquired since finding this place made it seem almost natural to share my nakedness with another human being.

I raised my hands and ran my fingers through my hair as the water cascaded down over me. I tried to avoid looking in his direction, but I found myself sneaking quick glances at his hiding spot. Still, there was no movement on his part. I felt bolder and more confident that I was indeed safe. I ran my hands softly over my skin and slowly gave in to the sensual feelings that were now coursing through my veins.

After a few minutes, I stepped out from beneath the waterfall and bent to pick up my towel. I slowly dried myself off and moved over to my favorite spot to lay down and soak up some sun. I had to fight to keep my legs from shaking - so conscious was I of his eyes upon me.

However, when I next chanced a glance in his direction, I found that he was gone. Vanished! My heart hammered in my chest as I scanned the area around the pond. But, no -- he had not come in my direction at all. His hiding spot had been very near the top of the hill and he must have scrambled up over the top when I wasn't looking.

I felt such a mix of emotions. I was shocked at how I had acted so brazenly just a few minutes ago. I also felt even more liberated than I had on my earlier trips here. It felt so damn good to be a woman and to be desired. I had reached a point where I not only had come to an acceptance of the flaws that my body might have, but also an acceptance of the beauty that it held as well.




A Show For Him



As I laid down on the warm rocks to dry off before heading back to the house I was also acutely aware of one more feeling. It's funny, but I found that I missed having him there watching me. I wondered if he would ever appear again.

On my journey back to the house I half expected my admirer to spring out of the bushes at any moment. Of course that didn't happen. Upon entering our home my mind turned to what I would say to Bill. Should I be completely honest with him and tell him? Usually that is what I would have naturally done. However, I rationalized that I had done nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like I had snuck around and had an affair. I thought that maybe the best course to take would be to just see where things went from here. Who knew? Maybe he would never return for a repeat performance.

That night in bed Bill leaned over to give me a kiss goodnight. After the sensual afternoon that I had just experienced, he was pleasantly surprised when I reached up and pulled him down hard against my lips. As out tongues danced wetly against each others Bill's hand went up underneath my pajama top. I writhed beneath him and moaned softly against his lips as my hands pushed his pajama bottom down.

Now it was my turn to be pleasantly surprised. Bill was already rock hard! I lifted my hips as he swept my panties off hurriedly. We were both practically growling as he placed a knee between my legs and pressed against my sex. I clutched frantically at him to pull him over the top of me.

He plunged inside of me with one powerful thrust. I had to bury my mouth against his shoulder to keep from screaming out loud. I could feel and hear Bill's heavy panting at my ear as he began moving in and out of me. I couldn't remember ever wanting to feel him fill me more than I did at that very moment. I was so wet that the sound of our lovemaking filled the room.

Unfortunately, when you are both at such a high fevered pitch the end came upon us very quickly. There were no complaints here, though! My orgasm exploded inside of me just a faction before I felt Bill's body tensing and he erupted deep in my womb -- filling me with his warm seed.

We were both still breathing heavily as the world began to swim back into focus. I didn't know what to say. What explanation could I give for the animal-like way in which we had just coupled? Luckily, Bill saved me from saying anything at all. He looked down into my eyes and simply said, "I love you, sweetheart."

What more WAS there to say? I told him that I loved him dearly and we fell asleep in each others arms. God, I love that man!

During the rest of the summer I continued to visit my Sanctuary at least three times per week. On at least four other occasions I noticed that he was there. He was always crouched down in the same location. Who knows? Maybe he had been present more often and had another hiding place that I hadn't discovered. In any event, he never made any movement to encroach upon the pool area. He seemed to be content to remain hidden and just watch me as I swam or sunbathed in the nude.

It's funny, but for something that I never would have dared doing a few months earlier, after a while cavorting about naked for an audience started to seem almost natural. That's not to say that I didn't find it incredibly sexy to be watched. Each time that I knew he was there I felt so sensual and yes, aroused. On those occasions the day would always end with Bill and I making love. It seemed that our lovemaking on those nights was always wilder and much more intense.

Two weeks ago I had to take my mother to the doctor's for a checkup. By the time that I arrived back at home it was already mid-afternoon. It was later than I would usually start out on my trek to my little oases. I thought about not going at all, but at the last moment I found my feet heading off to the path through the woods.

I knew that I wouldn't have enough time for my usual activities before I would have to get back home. After all, I still had a family that would be expecting dinner. I may have become slightly addicted to my newfound exhibitionism, but my family was still the most important thing in my life. However, the simple enjoyment of walking through all of that unspoiled beauty was too much to resist.

It was an especially hot afternoon as I made my way to the Sanctuary. I looked forward to arriving so that I could at least splash some of the cool water on my face. I was so lost in thought imagining how nice it would feel when that cold water touched my skin that I was part way down the side of the hill around the pool when I noticed that someone else was already there. It was him!

I froze in my tracks as I looked down at the scene before me. I realized that he must have decided that I wasn't coming today because it was so late. My eyes widened as I looked at his naked form as he stood below the little waterfall. Instinctively, I squatted down so that he wouldn't see me. I smiled to myself when the thought hit me that I might be concealing myself behind the very same bush that he always used when he was spying on me.

I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as I watched him from the privacy of my hiding place. With the water pouring down over his head, he must not have heard me approaching because he certainly didn't look the least bit self conscious. I felt a delicious wave of pleasure as I watched him in this very private moment.

The sunshine glistened off of his wet body as he reached up to run his fingers through his hair. The water cascaded down his body and my eyes were immediately drawn to his muscular thighs. Nicely sculpted thighs have always been a huge turn-on for me. He certainly didn't disappoint me in that department! 

The heat, combined with my growing excitement, was causing sweat to break out on my forehead and run down my face. I considered making my way down to the water's edge and joining him. However, he had never made any move to invade my privacy while I was the one on display, so the least I could do was afford him the same courtesy. I contented myself with just watching from behind the bush.

As he turned around under the spray my breath caught in my throat. His manhood was now on complete display. There, between those exquisite thighs, his member swung back and forth lewdly as he moved beneath the water. His hands reached down to his penis as he washed himself off. I could feel my hard nipples pressing against the confinement of my bra and I snaked my hand inside the opening at the top of my blouse. I wondered if he touched himself while he had watched me. Another delicious thrill ran through me at that thought!

All too soon, he stepped out from beneath the water and headed to where his clothes were piled. In that instant when his back was turned to me, I quietly got up and went back up over the top of the ridge and started making my way back to the house. My mind was whirling with thoughts of what I had just witnessed and I again wondered if I should tell Bill anything about it. Nothing had really happened, I rationalized. So, what was so bad that I needed to tell him about? This had probably been just a freak accident and it would probably never happen again. I decided to stay silent.

That night as we climbed into bed I was again so turned on by the events of the day. I slid over to rest my head on Bill's shoulder and cuddle as I customarily do. As we laid there just enjoying the warmth and comfort of being in each others arms I slowly worked my hand down his body. Bill certainly didn't object when my hand found its way inside the fly of his pajamas!

Once again I was surprised to find how hard he was so soon. My fingers wrapped themselves around his thick shaft and I heard him moan in pleasure as my hand began to slowly stroke him. Bill reached down and unsnapped his pajama bottom, then lifted his hips as I assisted him in removing them completely. He reached to remove my pajama top, but I gently pushed his hand away.

I don't know if it was because of any guilt that I felt over what I had done that day or what it was, but I wanted tonight to be just about pleasuring Bill. I turned my head and began softly kissing his chest as my hand continued to slowly stroke his length. Ever so slowly I started kissing lower and lower. I heard Bill give a deep moan and he grew even harder in my hand. 

I think he might have been surprised at what his little wife was doing because this was an activity that I only rarely did -- usually on one of those special occasions. My lips finally reached his hardness and I slowly kissed along the side of the shaft. I heard Bill moaning my name softly as my tongue circled the swollen head. I tasted the saltiness of his precum on my lips and I greedily lapped it up. 

Pulling the skin down tightly with my hand, I took the entire head into my warm, wet mouth. Bill's breathing had become much heavier and it gave me a thrill to know that I was pleasing him so much. I bobbed my head up and down over the top couple of inches of his manhood. I don't profess to being one of those experts that can swallow an entire seven inches, but I don't think that Bill minded one little bit as my hand stroked him in time to the movements of my lips.

I felt Bill's hands in my hair, but he made no move to force me to take him any deeper. He was twisting and moaning on the bed as I hungrily kept up my oral assault. It wasn't long before I could hear his breathing become even more labored and he whispered my name to warn me that he was so close. I never even considered removing my mouth. If anything, I intensified my ministrations until I felt his body go rigid and he filled my mouth with load after load of his hot seed. 

I managed to swallow most of it and I kept him inside my mouth after he had cum. My hand stroked his manhood slowly until I felt it starting to deflate. I quickly wiped off the places where some of his precious fluid had escaped my lips and moved up next to him again. To my surprised, Bill turned and kissed me! He had never done that before after I had done that to him and it made me feel so loved and beautiful.

Tonight it wasn't important to seek any more pleasure for myself. For a woman, sexual satisfaction is not always dependant on penetration or orgasm. His kisses and his arms holding me tight, along with the knowledge that he still found me so desirable, was all the satisfaction that any woman could ever want. We fell asleep in each others arms and I again thought about how lucky I was as sleep overtook me.

It was eleven o'clock in the morning on the day of our twenty-eighth anniversary when I finally headed out of the back door towards the path in the woods. The sun felt warm on my face as I breathed in the fresh morning air. My pace was faster this morning because I knew that I wanted to be back at the house by at least two so that Bill and I could have some time together to enjoy our special day.

I wondered briefly whether he would be at the Sanctuary today. I had spotted him once since that day when our roles had been reversed. I even went out later than usual one day in the hopes of a repeat performance, but sadly he hadn't been there that day.

My legs strained with the effort of my quickened pace, but the burning in my thighs felt kind of nice. Since starting my hiking adventures I had lost almost twenty pounds that I had thought would be with me for the rest of my life. My legs were much more toned and I was happy to note that my bottom did not sag quite as much as it did before. I still may not have been a calendar-girl model candidate, but I had gained a new found pride in my body that had been lacking for far too many years.

Twenty-five minutes after I had left the house I found myself cresting the hill surrounding the pool. "That's a new record, Sam," I thought to myself. I made my way down to the water's edge and kicked off my hiking boots and socks. I loved the feel of the sun-baked stones on my bare feet. I sat down and took a few minutes to soak in the exquisite scenery before me.

The elm and maple trees were in full bloom and I had noticed that the raspberries looked good enough to pick. Aside from the sound of the water tinkling down over the waterfall, the only other sound came from the twittering of the birds in the trees. This place was far enough away from any road that the sounds of automobile traffic did not penetrate my oases.

When I felt sufficiently recovered from my long hike out here, I went over to where I had dropped my backpack. I took my water bottle out of the bag and took a long cool drink. As I walked back towards the water's edge once again I snuck a glance up the hillside. I felt my pulse quicken when I saw the he was there!

Without another glance in his direction my fingers moved to the buttons of my blouse. I never tired of the feeling of the sunshine and air hitting my skin as I slowly exposed myself. I finished unbuttoning my blouse and slid it from my shoulders. I folded it neatly before placing it on the ground.

Next, my fingers busied themselves undoing the button of my shorts. I lowered the zipper and gave a little shimmy as I pushed them down over my hips. I neatly folded my shorts and they too joined my blouse on the rocks nearby. I took a moment to stand there in just my bra and panties -- savoring the delicious feeling of doing something so wicked.

Finally, I reached behind my back and released my bra. I felt the straps slipping from my shoulders and I tossed the flimsy garment over to the pile that I had already started. I wasted no time in hooking my fingers in the waistband of my panties and letting them drop to the ground as well. I kicked them over to join my other clothes and I was once again standing completely naked in the brilliant sunshine beneath the gaze of my hidden admirer.

I thought about going into the water, but I didn't quite feel like getting all wet just yet. I sat down upon the warm, flat rocks and just let the warm sun caress my skin. I leaned back, with my arms behind me and let him have a completely unobstructed view of my body. I knew that the position of my arms would cause my breasts to push outward proudly. It was such a turn-on to be displaying myself so wantonly on the day of my anniversary. "Well, Bill, you had your chance this morning," I thought.

As I sat there I decided to be a little bolder today. I slowly uncrossed my ankles and let my legs open slightly. I had been sure to seat myself so that he he would have a perfect view of me. I knew that he might not be able to make out too much detail from his perch, but it still made me feel so wicked to be exposing myself in this new way.

My shoulders soon tired of holding myself up in this position. I pulled my pile of clothes over to act as a pillow and I laid back full length of the warm stones. My mind went back to that afternoon when I had been the one spying on him. I remembered how arousing it was to watch him in such a completely unguarded moment and how I had touched myself from the privacy of my hiding place. I wondered if he might be touching himself at this very moment. 

Maybe it was the heat going to my head or maybe it was the arousal that I felt at the thought that my admirer might be touching himself as I lay on full display before him, but I was surprised by what I did next.

Without really thinking about it, I moved my hands up the sides of my breasts. I let my fingertips move around the bottom sides of each mound and gave a gentle squeeze. I couldn't believe that I was actually doing this! My hands moved to the tops of my breasts and my heart pounded as my fingers moved up each slope until I was gently touching my hard nipples. A soft moan escaped my lips as I rolled my nipples and I could feel myself moistening down below.

At this point I believe that the last of my common sense left me. I felt beautiful and my body was demanding the attention that it had been denied this morning. My hands moved down my body to the insides of my thighs. My hands pushed my legs wider apart and I knew that even at the distance he was from me, he almost assuredly could make out how excited I now was. 

My right hand moved between my legs and my middle finger dragged itself up along my moist slit. I let out another moan and was surprised at just how wet I had become. My finger continued its journey up and down my sex. My hips began to involuntarily rock as I pleasured myself before my admirer.

I finally pushed my middle finger against my opening and gasped as it slid inside me easily. My juices were flowing copiously as my index finger joined in the action as well. I raised my left hand to once again caress my breasts and I let myself give way to the sensation that were rushing through my body.

When I could stand it no longer, I removed my fingers from inside my body and massaged my swollen clit. Back and forth they moved as I moaned over and over. My hips were undulating as my body demanded the release that I could feel building inside. My left hand moved up so that the backs of my fingers were touching my lips in some subconscious effort to hide myself and my lewd behavior.

When my orgasm hit me I let out a loud moan that must have been clearly audible throughout my Sanctuary. My body shook at the power of my release and my brain must have short circuited because I don't really remember anything of the next few minutes. 

As the world began to come into focus again I suddenly felt very embarrassed over what I had just done. I quickly glanced up the hillside, but there was no sign of my visitor anymore. I was grateful for that at least. How long had he been there? What must he think of me now? 

I got up from my place on the rocks and glanced at my watch. I knew that I had to get a move on if I was going to get back to the house by two. My body was lightly covered in sweat, so I decided that I would duck under the waterfall briefly before setting out for home. I gingerly made my way across the ledge and winced as I stepped underneath the cool flow of water. 

I closed my eyes and let the water pour over me. I shook my head in disbelief over the wanton display that I had just participated in. I was so lost in thought that I gave a jump when I spotted movement out of the side of my eye.

It was him!

He had a small smile on his face as he confidently stepped under the spray with me. I barely had time to register that he was rock hard as his arms moved around me and pressed me to him. His lips were on mine while my brain struggled to process this latest development.

He broke the kiss and said huskily, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

I reached up and took that silly orange baseball cap off of his head and tossed it into the water. "I love you, Bill. Happy anniversary."

He smiled and said, "Happy anniversary to you too my gorgeous wife! Did you think that I had forgotten?" 

I replied, "That's what I love about you -- I never know WHAT to expect from you."

Bill laughed and said, "Nor I, you."

I tried to bring his lips back down to mine, but he turned away and said with a chuckle, "Wait! I have to get my hat before it gets ruined."

"You're going nowhere, mister," I replied, "I have other plans for you right now."

With that, he took me in his arms and the rest of the afternoon was given over to exploring new sexual heights that I had never dreamed were possible. But I think that is a story that we are going to keep just between the two of us.



A Show For Holiday Neighbours



Daniela was 18. She was a pretty girl with a soft young looking face and a soft, slim body. Her medium sized breasts were still blooming. Her hair brunette hair was over shoulder length. Her skin was tanned a bit now that she had already spent almost two weeks in the South France. 

She was home alone this afternoon in the apartment her parents had rent. She had taken a shower and only wore a morning gown made of silk. The window to her room was open to let the sun in. She stepped to the window an looked out. The apartment was at a corner of the big building and just some eight meters away was another apartment. A curtain shielded the window - but only a bit. She could still look into the room. A pair, man and woman, both at least in their fifties and quite overweight was sitting on the bed there. Both were naked, completely naked. She could even see that the man's cock was hard and pointing upwards. His hands were very slowly stroking his prick. The woman had spread her legs and one hand was resting at her thighs, her fingers gently moving. She had big tits, that were really sagging.

Daniela was shocked for a short moment. Did they think she couldn't see them? Had they watched her undress? Was she the reason for their obvious arousal. In some way the thought of having made these old couple hot, started to make herself hot a bit. She had always loved it, when she heard compliments on her looks and when she saw heads turning; and she loved teasing guys. She had never teased a woman before, or a couple this age. She wanted to know now. 

The pretty 18-year-old girl opened the belt of her morning gown and the gown opened. Her naked young tits were visible now. Immediately she could witness the effect of her light striptease. The fat woman began massaging her big, sagging boobs with one hand and the other started caressing her dark triangle of pubes. The BBW-guy caressed his balls.

"They really must think, I can't see them," Daniel thought. The effect she had on this mature couple made her horny. She wanted to tease them more. 

The young girl remained at the window and slipped completely out of her gown. She threw her head into her neck, displaying her chest and her young, blooming boobs even more. Her nipples were stiff a bit by now. Very slowly she let her hands go down from her neck to her breasts. Gently and very ,very slowly she caressed them, played with her nipples. She made them completely hard. She felt a wetness rising between her legs. While doing this she watched the couple opposite her. The woman had one hand now at her cunt and obviously she had already inserted at last one finger. Her hand was constantly moving in and out. Her other hand was still massaging her breasts. The man had both his hands between his legs now. With one hand he was playing with his big balls and the hand moved up and down his pecker. 

Daniela had never done this before, but she loved what she saw - and she still wanted more. She took a bit of skin cream onto her fingers and she put one of her feet on the window-sill. Now all her erotic body parts were perfectly displayed. Her legs were opened and all must be seen clearly from the room of the old, fat couple; her mount of venus, with the curled brown hair and her wet and open cunt. Slowly she started to cream her leg, to caress the inside of her thighs. 

The movements of both, the man and the woman, were fast now. Up and down the cock and in and out of the pussy.

Daniela changed her feet on the window-sill and continued creaming in her other leg too. She was completely wet now. She needed relief now, badly. And she wanted to go all the way now. Only two feet from the window was her bed.

She lay down on the bed and made sure that she could be seen from the other apartment. She could still see into the other room. She had never been so horny before masturbation. The exhibition she gave to that old couple and the masturbation scene she witnessed made her incredibly hot. 

She put one of her hands to her breasts. She circled her nicely, shaped, still growing boobs with her fingers; first the left then the right one. Meanwhile her other hand was playing around her pubes. She loved to play with her pubic hair. It was so soft and she could feel the near wetness of her pussy. Also her mons pubis reacted very sensual to a fine soft massage. Her hand had was now fully massaging both her tits in exchange and her fingers were playing with the fully erect nipples. Daniela's fingers followed the line of her whole slit. She raised her hips to give an even better view and her finger played a short time at her anus before going up again to her clit. Up and down it went. Up and down like the old man's hand was going in the other apartment and finally in and out like the fat woman's hand were going. The 18-year-old teasing girl was fucking herself with two fingers now and her other hand was also down between her legs, playing with her hard little clit. Harder and harder became her movements and faster and faster were her fingers moving. Her whole crotch area was pressing against her hands and then the young girl came. Her head was thrown back, left and right. She came hard and long. 

Daniela needed to relax, but she had to see what was going on with the old couple; and they too came. She could even see the man's cum shoot out of his big cock and land on his huge belly and the woman's voluptuous thighs were pressed together, covering her whole hand. The 18-year-old girl was wondering how many fingers the BBW-lady had used; or was her cunt big enough for her whole hand?

Daniela relaxed a short time. Then she disappeared into the bathroom again to take another shower. Now that her main arousal was gone, she still did not regret what she had just done. Just the thought of it made her hot again. When she came out of the shower the couple was gone. She almost regretted it.

When she walked out of the apartment building some time later she suddenly heard a male voice behind her.

"You liked your little show, didn't you? Do it again for us and a little strip in advance. A good slow show and you can watch us fucking and sucking each other later…"

She blushed in shock for a moment. When she turned around, she could only see the backside of a fat man walking away. Then she smiled and she felt something between her legs and at her nipples….

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A Show for Marion



I normally prefer to write my fantasies, but my new, 36-year-old, girlfriend Marion, that I introduced to you in my last true story "Secret lesbian dessert passion" encouraged me to write another story about one of our special nights. So there you have it! 

This night again happened on the holidays I recently spent for two weeks with my girlfriend, Marion, in north Africa. We both think that it was our best love night during these two weeks apart from the night in the dessert, that I described in my last story "Secret lesbian dessert passion".

Marion is 36 and so nine years older than me. She is quite tall and is a very sportive woman, feminine with some very good curves at her arse and her breasts, which are a lot bigger than mine. With both have brown, long hair. We are a pair now for about have a year and I really love her. She is a strong woman and the more dominating part of us. 

For a lesbian pair in north Africa it's better not to show the girl-to-girl love openly. So we limited our love to the privacy of our hotel rooms. In some way that limitation made it even hotter for us. Not being allowed to kiss and touch each other the whole day, we couldn't keep our hands and mouths from each other during night. We also started to enjoy some quick and secret touches during day. A short stroke across the arse, an "accident"-touch to the breast and so on…

We had done long walks sightseeing on this day and were happy to be back in our hotel room. Marion was the first one to go into the shower and I followed. When I came out, she wore one of the white, soft bathing-robes of the hotel. It was half open, so that I could see some of her wonderful big, well shaped breasts and also some of her black pubic hair, that I loved to kiss. 

I was still completely naked. I'm 27 now and smaller than Marion. I wear my hair a bit over shoulder length and it's dark brown. My breasts are smaller than Marion's but fit quite will to my figure and are still curvy enough. My arse could be a bit smaller, but it's ok. 

I moved to Marion and we exchanged a passionate French kiss. My hands wanted to touch her wonderful breasts, but she tossed them away. I knelt down and wanted to kiss her pubic hair, but she held my face away, only a few inches from her pussy. I could smell her wonderful lusty scent.

"No, Carmen, not yet! I would love to do me a favour this night," Marion said with a smile on her face. "Every favour you like!"

"You love to watch me masturbate, Carmen, my sweet love? Do you?" She was so right. Marion had masturbated and let my watch on various occasions before and I was always getting very hot and aroused watching her. "This time I would like to watch you. I want you to give me a show, Carmen….and you will not regret it…" She pressed my face into her crotch for a moment and I kissed her dark hair. I loved it.

"Will you let me watch, Carmen?"

"Everything you want!" I raised and kissed her.

Marion took seat in a chair close to the bed. She gave me a soft clap on my naked arse, as I walked by her to the bed. I was a bit unsure and quite aroused. I really loved to masturbate and I masturbate quite often, even in times when I have a girlfriend, but I never let somebody watch me. On the other side I knew how much I had enjoyed watching Marion and how much she loved me and adored my body.

I sat down on the bed and I closed my eyes; that made it easier for me. I slowly started to let my hands glide softly across my body. I caressed my legs, my stomach and my breasts. Gently I massaged my breasts with both of my hands, letting my nipples get hard very quickly. It wasn't long till I started to relax and concentrate on pleasuring my body, on satisfying my rising lust. I felt the wetness at my pussy. I could not control my hands any longer and let one of it go down to my crotch. My fingers played through my pubic hair. I always love to play with my thick, dark bush. 

My fingers reached my wet lips now, gliding along and finally one dove deep into my wet pussy. I moaned loud with pleasure. My other hand stilled caressed my breasts, played with my nipples. I could not resist now to open my eyes.

Marion`s eyes were fixed on me, on my body, on my show. And she too hadn't been able to control her hands any longer. Both of her hands rested between her legs and I could see her fingers moving.

I closed my eyes again. I moved my finger softly along my slit, from my anus to my clit and back – very soft and gently and then I used my whole hand to stroke back again. I love the change between very gentle and harder touches. I played with my clit a bit, rising my arousal further. Finally I again moved one finger into my cunt. My juices were flowing now freely. I started fingerfucking myself. I moaned loud now. After a short while I moved a second finger into my pussy. God it felt so good, and it felt even more lusty and arousing to know that my lesbian girlfriend was watching me and pleasuring herself due to my show for her. I moved my other hand now down from my breasts to my crotch and started caressing my clit, while still fucking myself with two fingers. I felt that an orgasm was building inside of me and raised the speed of my movements. When I finally came I pressed a third finger deep into my pussy and pressed my whole hand hard against my crotch. It was a great, big orgasm.

When I had relaxed again a bit, I opened my eyes again. Marion's mouth was open. I could see how she was lusting for me now. I slowly moved my three, wet fingers out of my pussy and brought them up to my face, to my lips. I opened my mouth and licked my fingers clean from my lust juices. I love my own taste.

I enjoyed the taste of my fingers for a few seconds. Then I moved to fingers into my still wet cunt again. I raised and walked to Marion to feed her my juices from my fingers. Eagerly she licked them clean. She opened her legs wide and I saw how wet she already was. I knelt before her, kissing both her rock hard nipples, going down. Marion took my face softly and lead it between her legs and my waiting lips and tongue immediately started pleasuring her wonderful pussy. My hand was at my crotch again. I just had to touch myself again, so much did I love to eat my sexy, elder girlfriend. 

That only was the start of a very long and passionate night of erotic passion and lusty lesbian sex…

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A Show for My Audience



I had set myself up for a nice relaxing time down at my local beach. It was a nude beach and was always quite busy, full of guys mostly. I arrived at the carpark and made my way around to where the beach started. I removed my clothes and set off along the water line. The cool breeze on my smooth balls and limp cock was amazing as I paraded past a seemingly endless stretch of men who seemed to take great delight at ogling my young, hard body. I continued to walk right to the end of the beach to the rocks at the far end. I dressed again and made my way around the headland to the next beach, I wasn't part of the nude beach but I preferred to set myself up here as it was more secluded, had some nice grass and shade and was about 2 kilometres away from the families at the other end of the beach. It was here that I frequently sat naked as there was plenty of time to dress if you saw someone coming from the far end of the beach. On a few occasions an older retired man and his dog would come and sit near me for a few hours, I regularly let him watch me stroke my cock and let him play with me when we were alone on a nice day. 

This particular day, I made my way to my favourite spot and lay out my towel for the day. I peeled off my speedos and began to relax and read the newspaper in the shade all the while enjoying the cool ocean air trace every inch of my body. 

After a while I saw a man making his way down the beach in my direction. I watched him for a while and about 300 metres from me he moved up the beach and disappeared out of sight. I presumed he'd found a spot up near the bushes to sit as I was doing.

I continued to read and relax on my towel when after about 20 minutes I heard a minute rustling in the bushes behind me. I paused for a moment to listen and it became clear that it was the sound of careful, deliberate steps in my direction. I remembered the man from earlier who had moved up out of my view. Surely he was the one who was now only metres from my nude, exposed body.

The thought of being watched secretly had my mind racing with sexy thoughts, I decided play along as if I was alone. I stood up and turned my body to face the hidden stranger. Without looking directly at him I re-adjusted my towel and sat down again. This time I decided to lay back and rest on my elbows, giving him perfect view of my cock and balls over my right shoulder.

I gazed out to the ocean as I listened for anymore noises from the bushes, I heard nothing.

I decided to turn up the heat as I reached for the suncream. As I began to rub it into my arms I felt my cock began to stir. It felt good as I rubbed my body all over and my meat continued to grow. I squirted a wad of suncream on my hand and lay back on the towel. I closed my eyes as I worked the cream into my thick, hard cock and slowly began to stroke, pulling back my foreskin, sliding my hand up and down and massaging the cream into my smooth balls. I continued for several minutes as I listened to the sounds of wanking from the bushes nearby. I quicked my pace as the pure joy of the situation swept over me. I let out a loud moan as I shot thick streams of cum all over my chest. I lay back, rubbing the cum lotion into my chest then pretending to sleep as I heard my voyeur zip his pants and slowly creep away. 

After 10 or so minutes I got up and went over to the place where I thought he had been, the only evidence I could find of my audience was a large pool of dried up cum on the ground at my feet. I jerked again to this dirty sight before I went in for a swim to clean myself up after my dirty fun...

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A Show For Russ



Gary and I have always had a very inventive sex life, but nothing we had ever done before had prepared me for what happen last weekend. I had thought that our sex life was great. Now I realize that it was only getting me warmed up for what I really needed. I've always been somewhat of an exhibitionist, yet it was for Gary's eyes only. Knowing that it bought out the forceful side of Gary, I often did house work in the nude, or dressed in the slinkiest of lingerie. I enjoyed when he took charge, even if it did involve a little risk on my part. Since last weekend that's all changed, and now I don't care who sees me or what they see me in. Even more, as long as Gary is involved, what I have to do.

It started out innocently enough. I had gone out shopping, and told Gary that I wanted to buy a new outfit or two. I've always referred to my extensive collection of lingerie as outfits. As usual, Gary was thrilled and told me he would see me when I got back. I did the usual rounds at specialty shops and other places that carry sexy underwear, and got back home about three hours later. Thinking I would surprise Gary, I even left one of the outfits on underneath my blouse and cutoff shorts.

As I walked in, Gary was sitting in from of the television watching baseball. I quickly slipped into the kitchen, slipped off my blouse and shorts and returned to the living room. I decided to tease Gary a little and in the theme of the outfit I was wearing, I crawled back to him on my hands and knees carrying a bottle of beer in my mouth. As I turned the corner of the coach and caught his eye, Gary's eyes popped out of his head. There I was kneeling before him, wearing a very sheer black silk leotard. It was fitted from head to toe, however it had holes cut into it wear my breasts poked through, and another which revealed my ass. I knelt there for about ten seconds with the beer bottle pressing down my throat when I heard Russ' voice behind me.

Russ is our neighbor. He and his wife live in the house next to ours. Gary and he had been watching the game, and Russ had stepped into the bathroom while I decided to put on a show. I quickly dropped the bottle from my mouth, and hurried back into the kitchen hearing Russ and Gary laugh as I ran away. While I was quickly putting my clothes back on, I heard the two men talking in the living room. Then, I heard Gary's voice call out to me, and it sent a chill up my spine. 'Bring Russ a beer as well hon, and bring it out here like you brought mine,' he said. I was shocked. I paced the kitchen for about five minutes before I heard Gary's voice again, only this time it said, 'Well, we're waiting.'

I decided that if this is what Gary wants, than I would give it to him. I mean, Russ had already seen me, and I was sure Gary wouldn't let things get out of hand. I again removed my blouse and shorts, retrieved another beer from the fridge, and readied myself to enter the living room. As I knelt down in the kitchen a feeling of complete submission came over me. It was as if I had been waiting for Gary to take a more assertive role in our lovemaking, and now he was in a big way. I could feel the heat building up between my legs, and noticed my nipples hardening. As a final preparation, I took a deep breath and placed the end of the beer bottle in my mouth. A shiver ran down my spine as I felt my lips encircle the cold neck of the beer bottle.

I pushed the door to the living room open and crawled in on my hands and knees. As I approached the couch where both men were sitting, I couldn't even bring myself to look them in the eyes. I knew that my life was never going to be the same. I had told Gary that I was attracted to Russ. To be more correct, Gary had asked me if I thought that Russ was attractive. Believe me, he is. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband and even after a few years of marriage find him very sexy. But, everything that Gary is, Russ is more. Russ is 6'2" to Gary's 6'1". And although Gary works out, Russ is a brick layer. His body is lean and muscular, as well as very tan. He has thick blond hair and the largest hands that I have ever seen. I was soon to find out that an old wives tale was true.

So there I was, displaying myself for Gary and Russ as they watched the game. After Russ took the beer from my mouth, he patted my head as if I were a dog, saying "I really like the way that you've trained Cindy." He then added, "Do you think that she could find her way back into the kitchen to make us some lunch?" I looked up to see Gary smiling. He then shocked me as he said, "If we were out at a restaurant, Lunch would cost you at least twenty dollars." Russ had a very demonic grin as he reached for his wallet and pulled out a crisp twenty dollar bill. He set it down on the table and asked Gary for a roast beef sandwich.

Gary looked down at me as I knelt between the two men. He could see that my nipples were as hard as rocks, and he could probably tell by my breathing that I was willing to play along. Patting my head as Russ had, Gary sent me into the kitchen to make lunch. Again, I found myself pacing the kitchen floor, wondering how far our little game would go. Did Gary expect me to say no, I wondered as I made them a couple of sandwiches. I was soon to find out. It felt as if I were in a trance as I reentered the living room with two plates and a sandwich for both Gary and Russ. As I stepped around the edge of the couch and stood in front of the two me, I realized that in a standing position, not only my breast, but my pussy was on display. I could feel a shiver run down my spine as I watched Russ' eyes run over my body. I handed Gary his plate, then leaned across the coffee table to had Russ his. Russ reached out for the plate, then as I reached forward he pulled his hand back. He continued to do that until I was completely bent over.

Russ then took his plate and told Gary that he was again very impressed, he just wished that he was standing behind me to see my ass in this position. I looked to Gary, and was met with the biggest smile that I had seen on his face in a long time. I could feel the heat building between my legs as Gary told me that I should give Russ a better view of my ass. He then told me to climb up onto the coffee table on all fours. My legs were quivering as I climbed aboard the table. Slowly, I turned myself so that I was now facing the television, and Russ was staring at my bare ass and pussy.

I was so hot. I had never even been with another man, and now I was revealing myself to our neighbor. And yet, I couldn't get over how excited I was. I could feel my hips rocking in the air, almost grinding against an invisible partner. The two men sat behind me on the couch, talking about my body. My mind felt like I was living in a dream, as I hears my husband describing the things that we would do. I could also hear Russ' voice as he would comment on different parts of my body as well. My nipples would harden as Russ would tell Gary how much he like them. I was so hot that I could feel my juices running down my leg, and Russ commented on that as well. I needed relief.

I guess that they had enough of the game and their lunch, because Gary then got up and turned off the television. He then left the room. I was transfixed. I wanted to turn around so bad, yet it was as if we were all caught up in the moment, and I didn't want the moment to end. Russ continued to talk to me, telling me how sexy I was. I could actually feel his breath on my ass. I was staring into my reflection on the blank television screen, and I could see the top of Russ' head moving back and forth, burning me with his eyes, and cooling me with breath.

Gary then came back in the room, and pulled a chair up so that he was sitting in front of me. Gary then did something that he knows always pushes me over the edge. It's what he always does when he wants me to do something unusual sexually. He knows I get wet just thinking about it, and if I'm wet already, it makes me insatiable. Gary sat back in his chair and said, "Talk to me, tell me how much you want to fuck right now." I couldn't take it, it was as if only Don and I existed. I was rocking back and forth on all fours, begging Gary to take me. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself pleading with Gary to give me the release I so desperately needed.

Gary loves to get me in this state of arousal, and once videotaped me begging him to let me suck his cock. He again had me in a position where I was promising him anything that he suggested. Just when I thought that he was going to give m the fucking that I needed, Gary produced a vibrator and held it before my face. "Suck it," was all he said, and I didn't need to be told twice. Gary was soon moaning as if I was sucking his cock as I wrapped my lips around the large vibrator, and bobbed my head for all I was worth.

Gary then pulled the vibrator from my mouth and asked me if I wanted to cum. Again he had me begging. Gary then told me that he wanted me to remain in the position I was, and he wanted me to fuck myself with the vibrator. Gary had bought me this vibrator as a gift on my birthday over a year ago, and although I enjoyed it when he would use it on me, it took me more than six months to let Gary watch me using it myself. That shyness had long since disappeared, as I grasped the vibrator by its base, and rammed it deep into my pussy in one hard thrust.

I couldn't believe myself as I pumped the vibrator in and our of my pussy. In one especially deep thrust, I twisted the and of the vibrator and it jumped to life. My head was swimming and my heart was pounding, but it was all nothing compared to the fire that was burning between my legs. Then, as much as I wanted this moment to last forever, my legs clamped together around my hand as the vibrator worked its magic. My body seemed to have a life of its own as my back tightened and I threw my head back in the most intense orgasm that I have ever had.

I woke up to the feeling of Gary as he was plowing his cock into my well lubricated pussy. I have had a lot of great sex, but I had never passed out before. It wasn't until after he had emptied his load deep inside me that I noticed Russ had left. We left the living room, and ran to the bedroom where we made love for the rest of the day.

Every now and then Gary invites Russ over for another show. I'm sure that it is only a matter of time before he invites Russ to join in. I'm not really sure how I'll feel after, but I'm looking forward to the event.



A Show For The Neighbor



Tonight I was all alone and looking for a thrill. I got out an old t-shirt, and cut out the neck so that it barely covered my nipples. I tried it on and bent over, pleased that when I did, my tits would “accidentally” fall out. I then cut a pair of old jeans short enough that the bottom of my ass showed below them, and when I bent over again, the seam went right into the crack of my ass and between my pussy lips. I couldn’t wait to go out in my new outfit, but first I had to shave that pussy nice and smooth. The feel of the shaving cream and the razor makes me so wet that every time I shave, I end up having to finger myself until I come!

I put on the clothes I had altered (no underwear, of course), and decided to test them a bit. I stepped out into the yard, and began to set out the sprinklers. The kind that look like little tractors. I had seen the neighbor out in his backyard, so I decided to give him a show. I made a production out of trying to untangle the hose until I could see that he had taken notice. Then I proceeded to try to get the hose set. I bent over, and, “oops!” my tits popped out. I pretended to be embarrassed and rearrange my top while sneaking a peek at my neighbor. I could see that I had his full attention as he watered the same patch of flowers without moving. 

His head was down, but he was looking out the corner of his eyes at me. I again tried to reposition the hose, and this time when my nipples poked out, I acted like I hadn’t noticed. As I stood up, I could see him fidgeting a little, as if his pants had suddenly become uncomfortable. Now, I thought I would give him some more. I turned my back to him, and bent at the waist to set the sprinkler in its place, and when I did, my little shorts did just what they were supposed to. They rode right up into my ass, and I could instantly feel wet when the seam slipped in between my shaved pussy lips. I could almost feel his eyes boring right into my hole. I thought of him walking across the street and fucking me in the ass right there. I walked away, as if nothing had happened, and moved to the front of the house. 

I have a rather large porch facing the street, with several chairs which, when I’m seated, lean me back a bit, and tilt my pelvis up a bit. Perfect for viewing from the street. Since I hadn’t had nearly enough in the back yard, I decided to see how many “sneak” peeks I could give from there. I sat in one of the chairs drinking a margarita and smoking a cigarette. I relaxed and let my legs fall apart a little at first. I didn’t want to be obvious, but I made sure my shorts were positioned so that anyone walking or driving by would get a glimpse. A couple of cars drove by and kind of slowed down. I could see that they weren’t sure what they were seeing. This wasn’t good enough, so I threw one leg over the arm of my chair. To hell with not being obvious! It was so hot, I had begun to perspire enough that I could fell the breeze blowing across my ass and pussy, which made me even hotter. 

Finally, another car drove by. A group of young men slowed down and stared as I picked up a magazine. I was loving this, showing my wet pussy to whoever wanted to look. Several more cars passed as I tried out various angles, and I got so turned on, I decided to go even riskier. By this time, it was almost dark. I went back to the leg-over-the-arm-of-the-chair position, And tried to loosen my shorts a bit. The only way I could manage it was to unbutton and unzip them. Then I was able to move the crotch seam aside so I could get at my aching slit. I was so horny at this point that the crotch seam was soaked with my juices. When I saw a car approaching, I “read” my magazine, while I absently rubbed my lower lips. It was tickly and made my nipples rock hard. When I saw the man and woman couple staring and smiling, I thought I would come. 

I rubbed my clit a little while, and was surprised to notice my neighbor from the backyard taking his dog for a walk across the street. He seemed to be letting his dog check out the grass and bushes there, but he wasn’t even trying to pretend he wasn’t watching me get myself off. I took this as a green light, and looked right into his eyes. I could see he was slightly embarrassed, but he directed his gaze at the site of the activity anyway. I put down the magazine, and pulled the crotch of my shorts way to one side to let him get a better view of that hairless snatch. Then I started rubbing my clit. first in slow circles, then in long strokes. I then put two fingers into my dripping cunt and fucked myself. Harder, and harder I rammed two fingers into my pussy, then three. I began to moan, I don’t know if the whole neighborhood heard me, but I hope they did. 

I pulled down the neckline of my top so that my tits were exposed, and squeezed one. As my right hand was giving my fuck hole a working over, my left hand was painfully pinching and twisting my left nipple. All I wanted was for my whole neighborhood to come out and watch me fuck myself, my wet slit spread wide for all to see. At that thought, I began to cum in spasms all over my body. I loudly moaned while looking at my neighbor, “FUCK....YES...YOU LOVE THIS PUSSY, DON’T YOU?” When my pussy finally ended its flood of cum, I noticed that my neighbor’s shorts seemed to be held out by a tent pole. As I stood up to go inside, I smiled and said to him quietly, “ Next time, I get to watch.”



A Show for the Neighbour



James stepped out of the shower with just his towel wrapped round his waist, and glanced down at the bulge that showed beneath, and was pleased he had been so well-endowed.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed, through the curtainless window, that his neighbour, an attractive brunette, in her early forties, was lying on a recliner on her balcony opposite, and facing him directly. She had a novel up to her face but he surmised that she was probably looking at him right now, peering over the top of her book.

The exhibitionist in him decided he'd give her a little show. 

He unwrapped the towel, letting his thick heavy cock free to waggle from side to side as he moved, and started to towel-dry his hair, taking the opportunity to peek at her, to see her reaction.

Her book had lowered just a fraction and she was staring unabashedly.

He turned round to give her a view of his backside. Women had told him often that he had a sexy ass and he was sure he wasn't disappointing his beautiful neighbour with it now.

He stretched his neck muscles, purposefully and slyly, and saw that she had put her hand between her upper thighs.

"Good girl", he thought, "This is going well".

He bent over and hoped she saw his ball sack and cock hanging, framed between his muscular thighs. He put his hands on his hips, flexed the muscles in his back, shook his ass and made his cheeks quiver.

Turning side on to her then, his cock jutting upwards, he knew she was getting a good eyeful of him, and with a sideways peer he noticed that her skirt had ridden up, exposing a broad expanse of thigh. Her book was on the table, her legs were apart, and with one hand inside her sheer panties, she was caressing her pussy unashamedly as she ogled him. 

He was sure she didn't know he was watching her so intently.

That thought made his cock even harder and he began to stroke it - for her pleasure as much as his - long slow easy strokes that began at the base and extended all the way to his bulbous knob.

He cupped his balls in one hand and pulled at his meat with the other. He slapped his rod against his belly to make that sound of flesh fucking flesh. 

And suddenly turned to face her, head arched back, his face a lusty grimace, legs apart, and quickly jerked his prick some more, his hand movements a blur.

Again, he peeked at her and he saw she was writhing on her recliner, pumping her legs together then apart, as her fingers violently fucked her pussy. Her other hand had disappeared inside her blouse, inside her bra, and was obviously teasing her nipple.

Now James moved in for the part he had been waiting for: letting her know, finally, that he was watching her. And she would know, without any doubt, that this show of his had been a carefully orchestrated plan on his part, just for her.

He stepped closer to the window, and looking at her directly, waited to catch her eye. He did, and brazenly, he gripped his shaft around the base and shook his hard, twitching cock at her.

She smiled - a knowing smile - and nodded.

He pointed at his rampant cock and then at her and she put her finger in her mouth, sucking on it, teasingly, and nodded again; several excited nods, in fact.

And he knew that it wouldn't be long before she would be sharing his big bed, hungrily licking and sucking and swallowing his long hard masculine flesh, fucking his cock with her luscious experienced mouth.

As a tribute to this unspoken agreement, he more furiously pumped his cock for her. She, in turn, lifted her hips, and slipped off her panties to show him how much she was enjoying fingerfucking her horny pussy. 

As he thought of himself cumming inside her deliciously glistening cunt, he knew now she was fantasising strongly about his glorious throbbing cock repeatedly ramming and thrusting in and out of her and then finally spurting the hot gobs of cum she could see he was shooting now, deep inside her, and she in turn, came in convulsing waves of desire for him.



A Show for the Waitress



I was tired and hungry as I pulled off the interstate for a late night bite. The only thing open in this small town at this hour was Denny's, so I gritted my teeth and went for it. It had been a long and lonely road trip.

There weren't many people in the place, but to my pleasant surprise the waitress was friendly and cute, a chocolate-skinned girl-next-door type whose nametag said "Claudia". 

"Would you like a cappuccino with that, Msieur?" She said playfully. 

"I didn't know Denny's served that fancy stuff." I replied.

"They don't. It's plain, black, and hot, but I'll keep it filled up for you all night if you like." I watched her ass as she walked away. Yep, plain, black and hot. The long lonely miles on the road caught up with me and I started feeling a stirring in my pants. I rubbed it surreptitiously under the table as I watched Claudia at the waitress station. My cock was still pretty hard when she came back to my table. As she poured the coffee, her gaze moved down to my crotch and stayed there for a second. She looked in my eyes and gave me a nice warm smile.

That did it. I was hooked now. My hand was working my cock through my pants constantly now as I watched her work. Every so often she would look over at me. She couldn't see under the table from her angle, but she could see that my hand was under there. She would still look for a second before resuming her duties.

By the time she came back to take my order I was completely hard and past caring if she knew. I leaned back in the booth to give her a good look at my jeans, which were tenting up in a painfully obvious hard-on. 

"Long day on the road, sir?" she said with an exaggerated air of innocence. "It's probably good that you stopped to stretch your...legs...a bit." As she leaned in to pour the coffee, I saw that an extra button had come undone on her blouse, giving me a tantalizing view of her well-shaped breasts. As she poured my second cup of coffee she managed to drop the napkins she was holding into my lap. 

"Oh, I'm so clumsy, sir. Let me get those." As she picked up the napkins from my lap, her fingers traced the outlines of my hard cock. She seemed to be taking her time, extending both the time her fingers were touching my cock and her breasts were just inches from my face. 

"I'll be back with your order soon, sir. We pride ourselves on our service."

She looked at me again from the waitress station. Now she could definitely see my arm moving. I couldn't stand it any more. I looked around my area and saw that none of the other diners had a direct line of sight to my booth. I unsnapped the buttons on my Levi's and eased my cock into the air. Just for a minute, I told myself.

It felt so good and so daring to be stroking my cock in the open air, in the middle of a Denny's. Pretty soon a minute stretched into two, then three. I could feel a week's worth of pent-up come building up in my balls, and I closed my eyes to savor the sensation. 

When I opened them again there was Claudia standing in front of me, holding her coffee pot in her right hand as she looked directly at my raging hard-on as it slipped through my fist. I stopped in mid—stroke. Busted!

"I brought some cream for your coffee, but it looks like you about to supply your own!" she said. I went to put myself back in my pants, but she got a very stern look on her face. 

"Buddy, I say one word and you are in a hell of a lot of trouble. If you stop right now, I'm going to say a lot more than one word. I think you best keep going with what you're doing there."

Reluctantly, I put my hand back on my now semi-hard cock and started up again.

"It was hard a minute ago. I want to see it that hard again." She was blocking the view from the rest of the restaurant, so I was safe as long as nobody walked right by our booth. "Was it these tits that got you so hard? Were you thinking about shooting your load on them?" She pinched her left nipple with her hand.

That got my. Now I was fully hard again and stroking with abandon. 

"That's right, stroke that cock. I want to see you come all over yourself." I was wearing a black t-shirt, and I went to pull it out of the way.

"Oh, what are you doing that for? Your come will look nice on that black shirt. Come on, boy, shoot that come!"

I was past the point of no return now. My hand was a blur as I stared at Claudia's eyes and stroked my cock for her. I raised my hips a few inches and involuntarily leaned forward. I could feel the come rising, and I was past being able to stop it. Stifling a moan, I stroked one more time and looked in Claudia's eyes. Her tongue was between her lips, licking in a most obvious and sensual gesture. I raised my hips and exploded. A huge geyser of sperm leaped out of my cock and hit me right in the face! The next one was in my mouth, and the next three were on my shirt.

I leaned back, spent. Claudia was silent, but by the heaving of her breasts I could see she was aroused. I reached for a napkin to clean myself off. 

"Oh no you don't, cowboy. You just leave that cum right there or you are busted. You are going to walk out of here just like that, so everyone can see what a nasty boy you are." Off she went to the waitress station, leaving cum dripping off my face. 

I could see Claudia watching me from the waitress station, so I dared not clean off any of the cum. Any hopes I had of mercy from her were dashed when every one of the Denny's staff, from the other waitress to the busboys, made a special point to come to my table. They all took their time, seemingly enjoying my discomfort, as I ate my sperm-flavored cheeseburger.

At last, I paid my bill and Claudia allowed me to escape. "Have a nice night, sir", she said as she handed me my change. The other waitress was right there with her, and I had hardly turned around before the giggling began. 

I'll never go back there again. Then again, I might.



A Show In The Hot Tub



The snow was cold on my bare feet. Rising above my ankles, I trotted through it and removed the cover from the hot tub. I remembered a video showing nudes running as flakes settled on their bare skin. I marveled at the sensations that they must be feeling and wondered what it would be like to be naked in the snow. The cold flakes kissing their skin. It was as sensual as I had imagined then.

The steam rose from the water, inviting me to slide in. The snow was cold on my skin as I slid over the edge of the pool, feeling the cold snow pass over my skin. 

I had volunteered to open the tub, and I lay in the warm water, waiting for my love to join me. It was late at night. We had done this only a couple of times before and were yet to have been caught. She was reluctant at first, but I think that the possibility of being observed added to the excitement for both of us.

She came from the room onto the deck. She was having a hard time maneuvering through the deep snow, and I could tell that she was not enjoying the sensations in the way that I was.

I watched as her naked body slid over the edge of the tub. The hair barely covered her pubis. Her nipples stood out from the cold, and I could see the goose bumps that had formed on her skin. Though she didn't believe it, her body was just right for me, exciting each time I saw it.

I swam over to her, gazing into her eyes. I could read the anticipation, the wonder, and relief of reaching the warm water. She smiled and I placed my lips over her mouth, gathering her into my arms, holding her against my chest. We were weightless in the warm water. Our limbs intertwined, holding us as one in the water. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her legs wrapped around my waist; holding my penis at the opening to her vagina.

My tongue probed her mouth, and then I kissed her on the chin, and down her jaw bone, her neck. I felt her body open to me as desire took hold. Taking mouthfuls of her flesh, my hands cupped her ass and I moved her so that I penetrated her pussy. It was tight around my cock and I could feel the difference of its warmth and moisture from that of the water. I held her cheeks, clenching them with my fingers, and letting the tips slide between.

I leaned back against the edge of the tub, with my ass resting on a step. Her body moved on top of me. I could feel my cock sliding deeper with each of her strokes. I watched her face as she moved on me, her eyes close, her mouth closed, uttering small moans.

The moon was full and shining through breaks in the clouds. When it was out, with the snow, the darkness disappeared and it was almost like daylight out; it was much brighter than when we had done this before. The brightness may be why I saw the couple standing on the balcony above us.

I could see, in the moonlight, that they were not offended by the sight. It looked more like they were excited by it. They watched her move on top of me. I am sure that they had a view of all.

I held onto her, and began thrusting with her movements. The idea of being watched only excited me more. I drove myself deeper inside her, and began sliding my tongue over her breasts. My cock inside her and my mouth touching her breasts was almost sure to bring her to orgasm.

I felt her body shudder against mine. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and she threw her head back as she let out a long sigh. I felt her pussy flutter and then clench onto my cock. Then she fell limp against me. 

I held her, placing soft kisses on her skin, whispering into her ear, and stroking her back. I let her rest against me, to feel me. 

I could feel her heart pounding in her chest, as it pounded against mine. She was relaxed, but I knew her, and knew that she had more in her.

I turned her around, so that she straddled my hips, but faced away from me. Still inside here, my lips pressed against her shoulders and the back of her neck. I let my lips travel over her skin. My lips were caressing her, teasing her, and loving on her.

I took her breasts in my hand, cupping them, letting her nipples protrude between my fingers. 

My thumbs traveled in little circles over the ends of her nipples, the same way that my tongue does while my cock was inside her. I could feel her excitement grow. Mine was growing too, with the knowledge that the couple on the balcony was getting a full frontal view of our activities. In my mind, I imagined them watching my hands massage her breasts, my cock entering her pussy as she rocked and arched against me.

I leaned toward her, 'look to the balcony', I whispered.

I felt her body tense, with the shock of being caught. But I urged her on, and I could tell that she enjoyed the admiring glances that she was getting from above.

Her reaction only added to my excitement, and I felt an orgasm building in my body. It started at the pit of my stomach, and traveled down to my groin. It engulfed my legs and my balls, until it moved up my cock. Her body tensed and she quivered. My balls tensed and I released inside her in a great spasm. I felt her shudder against me and knew that we had reached climax together.

I pulled her back into my arms, to face me. I looked onto her with moist eyes and a smile. My lips fell soft onto hers, and I held her close to me.

'You are beautiful, and I am glad that I got to share you with others tonight', I said softly so that only she could hear.

The couple watched us, walk naked from the hot tub, back inside. We crawled back into bed, alone in the privacy of our bedroom. My lips lay upon her skin once again, traveling down between her legs, parting the velvet folds. I thanked her for a thrilling experience in the hot tub.



A Show Of Our Own



A week had gone by after our wonderful fishing trip. I loved spending time with my boyfriend John, but it was the boys next door that made that particular trip one of the most erotic vacations of my life. Every time I thought about it, I had to have another orgasm, whether it was with a toy, or calling up John to come over and make love to me. Tonight was no different. I had been daydreaming about our trip and got myself all worked up. 

I picked up the phone and dialed John's phone number. When he answered, I suggested we go to a movie. He agreed and we set the time for him to pick me up.

I went into my bedroom and proceeded to get ready. I took a shower, dried off, and chose my clothes for the evening, a black skirt, thigh highs, and a pink button down blouse. If I was lucky, sometime tonight, he would notice that I wasn't wearing any panties. 

The doorbell rang and a jolt of electricity rushed through my body. I loved being with John. He always knew exactly how to read my moods and always knew how to make me happy. I opened the door to find John standing there looking ever so handsome. Just looking at him, I could feel my juices begin to flow. I grabbed my jacket, and off we went.

At the theater, we quickly bought our tickets and walked into the dark room, choosing seats far in the back for a little more privacy. As the lights dimmed, I noticed that there were only two more couples in the isles before us. I leaned over and snuggled close to John. He put his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. The smell of his cologne drifting into my senses. God, I loved the way he smelled. 

As pictures began dancing across the screen, I put my hand in John's lap. I could feel his dick begin to get hard at my touch. We looked into each other's eyes and knew that we weren't going to see any of this movie. John's hand went down my back and he caressed my ass. I leaned in and gently placed a kiss on his neck. This gave him the opportunity to lift my skirt up, revealing my creamy white skin. John's quiet guttural moan told me that he was pleased with my decision to not wear panties. I lifted the arm rest between us and he took me into his arms, kissing me deeply. 

As quietly as I could, I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, freeing his hardening cock. My small fingers wrapped around his shaft, only covering a portion of it. John took my breast into his hand and began playing with my nipples through the thin material. With his other hand, he found my aching pussy. 

When John slipped his finger inside my slit, he broke our kiss and leaned back to look into my eyes. I love how he looks at me, with so much emotion. Involuntarily, my hips began to move in time with his finger inside me. I wanted more, needed more. I had to have him deep within me.

I stood up and turned facing the screen, lifted my skirt in the back, and lowered myself onto him. Inch by inch, I could feel his cock sliding in further, until I could feel my ass touch his pubic hair. John put his hands on my hips and I started to rock back and forth, not lifting an inch, not wanting any of him to be out of me. I could feel the head of his dick moving against my cervix, hitting my g-spot. John reached around my waist and started rubbing my clit. He knew that that small movement would send me over the edge. I reached forward to the seat in front of us and held on for dear life as my orgasm began to shake my body. I started to move up and down his shaft. My pussy lips sliding along his rock hard pole. I could feel the muscles inside me contracting with every wave of the orgasm, squeezing John's cock, and soaking him with my juices.

My orgasm seemed to last forever. Realizing I was making small sighs of pleasure, I looked up to see if the other couples heard. Both couples had apparently been turned on by what John and I were doing, because they were turned around in their seats, watching us and doing things with their partners. One woman was on her knees in front of her man, with his dick in her mouth. She had her eyes on us as she pumped her head up and down on him. The other couple had their hands in each others laps, and even though they had their eyes closed, occasionally, they would open them and look up at me and John. 

This turned me on so much that another orgasm began as the last was finishing. John was pumping his hips up into me feverishly, and I was matching him, crashing into each other as our orgasms began to build together. John's cock started to get a bit harder and thicker, and I knew he was about to shoot his load. As he pumped his white hot cum deep into my pussy, I lost all hold on reality as I came with him. Our moans drifting down to the other two couples. 

Looking down, I watched as the woman swallowed her man's cum, and the other couple getting off with each other. John's pace slowed to a stop and I leaned back on him, kissing his soft lips. I stood up to let him pull his spent cock from my dripping pussy. I got down on my knees in front of him and smiled at his surprised and yet questioning look. Keeping my eyes locked on him, I took his dick into my mouth, cleaning his cum and my juices off of him. When I was certain he was completely cleaned, I got back up and sat next to him. "Just didn't want you to stain those sexy boxers of yours, sweetie."



A Show With A Difference



Barbados, being an island in the Caribbean, is known for its varied musical and cultural festivals and it is at one of these many events that I met the person whom this story is about. The show had been hyped as 'an event not to be missed' and the massive crowds of people that turned up, despite the non-stop rain that was falling that day, must have believed that to be true.

I arrived early at the park where the show was being staged, armed with a flask of my favorite 12 year old scotch, a collapsible portable chair and a large umbrella, made my way through the security at the gate and found a spot with the best view of the stage I could find. Being a somewhat out of shape, middle-aged (34) desk jockey, I set up my chair and umbrella and sat and waited for the show to begin as others milled in.

As I waited, I took the opportunity to check out the local 'talent'; shows like this one always seemed to attract hoards of very attractive twenty-something coeds and this event was no different. With crowds of people still filing in the show began and pretty soon I gave up my chair, deciding instead to join the crowd moving in unison to the blaring music.

Half way through the show the rain began to come down much heavier and the crown immediately turned into a sea of umbrellas that seemed to be moving to the music with a life of their own. After pulling out my own umbrella I noticed two very attractive and very young women standing not too far from me without umbrellas trying to shelter from the rain and I could tell that they were determined to have a good time despite the fact that the rain was now pouring down. They both had incredible bodies and had both dressed extremely provocatively; one in particular had on a very short and very tight skirt with a shirt with way too many buttons undone down the front showing her incredibly perky cleavage.

After a few more minutes of getting wet one of the two young women, (the one dressed in the short skirt and the bubbling over boobs), turned to me and asked if I minded them sharing my umbrella, and I agreed. She seemed to be the bolder of the two young ladies and introduce herself as Katrina and asked if I was enjoying the show. That started up a conversation and all three of us were soon, passing around my flask and talking and joking around like we were all old friends.

As the show wore on and the flask of scotch began to grow emptier, Katrina and I got more and more relaxed around one another, dancing together and embracing every once and a while. By this time Katrina's friend had wondered off somewhere with some man I saw her talking to before. Then the performers changed and the headliner for the show, a popular regional singer well known for producing what is called "lovers' rock" reggae, started his set.

With this Katrina turned around and started dancing with her back to me, grinding herself against me to the music. The affect of the music and the alcohol along with the affect of a hot young woman rubbing her pear shaped butt on my loins caused me to throw my usual reserved behavior to the wind and return the favor by grinding my inevitable erection into her over-ripe backside. Katrina reacted by closing her eyes and leaning her entire body into me, as if she was trying to get even closer and I took this as encouragement and reached around her and roamed my hands all over her thighs and hips.

By this time the sun had gone down and the rain had stopped so the crowd had swelled again to its original packed state with hundreds of exuberant half drunk people all smashed together dancing to the very erotic and almost hypnotic reggae music. The fact that very few people could see what I was doing, (or even cared, for that matter), made me decide to get a little more daring; I bent my head and began planting small kisses on Katrina's neck while slowly sliding my hands further and further up her thighs. I don't know if it was the alcohol or if I accidentally stumbled across one of Katrina's erogenous zones, but this seemed to have an immensely arousing affect on her and she moaned deeply, closed her eyes and reached up and started running her fingers over my bald head encouraging to kiss lower.

Emboldened by her response, I work up the courage to go a step further; I slowly slide my hand over her hip and up towards her breasts, cupping them gently while I continued to kiss and lightly lick her ear lopes, fully expecting her to turn around and slap me full in the face at any moment. But Katrina again surprised me by covering my hands with hers and squeezing so that I was kneading her ample bosom and softly pinching her nipples. 

Then, completely without warning, Katrina turns her head and french kisses me deeply and takes one of my hands and moves it under her skirt and places it squarely on her wet pussy. Katrina was not wearing any panties! Trying to ignore my disbelief at the fact that I am standing in the middle of a crowd of people out in the open with my hand on an incredibly sexy twenty-two year old's pussy, I keep my cool and start to explore between her legs with my hand. After a little gentle fondling, I probe her now dripping wet cunt and use her juices to lubricate her engorged clit.

While I continue strumming her clit and groping her breast Katrina reaches between us and pulls down the zip of my jeans. Shoving her hands into my pants my shorts she quickly finds me rock hard dick and quickly grabs it and starts stroking it rhythmically to the music and our dancing. The incredible feeling of her hands jerking my stiff fuck rod makes me hump faster and double my efforts to make her cum.

At that instant Katrina seemed overcome by a sense of urgency and forcefully pulled me dick out of my jeans and quickly tip-toed and guided it under her skirt and between her legs. Sensing what she wanted I bent my knees to get the proper angle to poke her pussy lips with my dick head without drawing too much attention to ourselves. I used my hand that was already playing with her clit to help push my now throbbing, steel-hard cock upwards into her tight, slippery foop-hole. Slowly, inch by inch I buried my fat dick deeper into her, savoring every delicious sensation cause by her sweet punani. Katrina seem to be in a trance and was gyrating and grinding herself against my as I slowly filled her fuck hole up.

When I had my dick in her to the hilt, we both stood absolutely still, enjoying the feeling for a moment, and then, as if it was a well rehearsed choreographed move, we both began fuck-dancing at the same time, me grabbing a handful of her cunt with one hand and a handful of tit with the other and Katrina grinding and pushing back her butt into me and forcing my doggie deeper and deeper inside her, all the while keeping time with the music in unison with all the other around us.

Using my tight grasp on her crotch to leverage more dick into her, I started to grind myself harder against her, as if trying to merge our bodies themselves together. I soon began to feel Katrina's legs tremble under my fucking abuse and I knew she was beginning an earth-shattering orgasm, as was I. Determined to come with her I gave up all attempts to keep time with the music and stated straight up fucking her, and fucking her hard.

This seemed to send Katrina over the edge and just at the performer's on stage finished his last song and the crowd erupted in screams and thunderous applause Katrina also screamed, but for a very different reason. Feeling her pussy clench my dick as she came was more that enough to make me start to cum also and I embraced Katrina hard and buried my erupting dick deep in her for one last final stroke and spewed what felt like gallons of my seed into her.

The stage was now empty and people and begun to realize that there would be no more encores and were beginning to move away from the stage and we had to quickly compose ourselves; I hurriedly stuffed my now softening cock back into my jeans and Katrina was straightening her cloths while grinning mischievously at me. We exchanged numbers and another deep passionate kiss and then parted ways. I must have looked like the cat that ate the fucking Albatross as I left the park and walked back to my car.



A Shower



Warmth. She awoke to the feel of another body pressed to hers, their bare skin united together beneath the sheets. "Mm," she mumbled groggily, arms winding about his sleeping frame. After a few moments spent this way, she let go of him with a reluctant sigh and slid her glance to the red, blaring numbers the alarm clock displayed. 5:43 A.M. Why was it so damned early? Surely there was something she was supposed to be doing right now, but her mind, flushed with memories of dreams past, could not remember it. Instead, the woman turned onto her side to watch her lover's slumber.

She had always particularly enjoyed this, finding comfort in the rise and fall of his chest. It was a chest that held the potential for teeth and nails alike and the thought of it brought a grin to her lips before she stretched. His heartbeat beneath her ear was reassuring as well. Oftentimes it was this and the sound of his voice, soft against her ear, which brought on slumber. Locks of his hair were scattered in disarray, mussed and tangled from the mattress. Even in the room's dim light the color was pale and in deep contrast with her dark strands.

Seconds elapsed into minutes and the sun rose, casting light against the window. With a soft yawn, she leaned to peck her lover's cheek, reveling for a moment in the sound of his breath. She climbed from the bed, trying to be as still as possible so as not to wake him. The tile was cold against the soles of her feet, causing a shiver to rocket up her spine. 

Her form, already nude in the wane morning light, stepped toward a small bathroom. The footfalls were near silent, whispered against the ground. As careful as ever, she shut the door gingerly and flicked on the light switch. Illuminated was light blue paint, powder blue, that colored the walls. This paint made the bathroom cheery and had always reminded her of the sky. She thought one day to paint clouds along the walls, but her prime focus this morning was a shower.

Longing to feel hot water pouring against her skin, she drug out a towel and washcloth from the tiny cabinets beneath the sink. Leaning, she turned the nozzle and waited as steam poured into the room, blurring her figure in the mirror. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, reaching her waist where it curled at the ends. She admired the arch of her back, the soft curves of her hips before moving beneath the spray. She shut the glass door behind her and melted as water, hot, flooded across her smooth skin. A breath exited her throat, held there, as she relaxed. 

Droplets ran down in rivulets, cascading like a fall between each breast. The change in temperature had caused her nipples, tawny, to harden. And then... a noise. It was slight, barely there, but her ears had picked up on it. She frowned... The only other in the house was... Before this thought could be completed he appeared, sliding back to the glass shower door to enter. "I decided I may as well join you," he told her, blue eyes roaming over her body. In his eyes, she noted, was a possessive glint. 

"Oh?" Her own eyes, golden brown, had settled on him as well. Breath caught, she pulled him forward by the forearms so that she might press her lips to his gently. On tiptoe she leaned into the kiss, the line of their bodies forced together by close proximity. With a small chuckle, she withdrew only to murmur at his ear, "I'll behave if you will."

"Behave," the man scoffed but he smiled nonetheless. "As you wish..." He reached for a bottle of scented shampoo, squirting a glob into his palm before spreading it into his hair. As he did this, she admired the curve of his back and thought for a moment that she might drag her nails across its surface. 

With a smirk, she acted on the impulse and raked her nails across its contours, creating angry red lines in his skin. He hissed softly beneath his breath and whirled before she had the chance to trace those red lines with her lips. There was a lift to the corner of his mouth, a sensuous curve, which constituted as a smile. An eyebrow rose. "I thought we were behaving."

The woman shrugged, the barest lift of her shoulders, and smiled casually. "I changed my mind." 

Laughter bubbled from his lips and then he advanced on her, gripping her waist to pull her body tightly against his own and then he bent to trace her skin with his lips. Teeth dug into her neck and she moaned, quietly, at the sensation of it. Her hands scrambled for skin, settling with his shoulder blades as her head tilted to accommodate his lips. They covered a broader surface, nibbling along the way.

A shuddered breath flew from her lips at such touches and she could not help but return the favor. Accordingly, her nails pierced his skin like talons and held tightly to it. In response his arms tightened at her waist, kneading her flesh as his hands inched toward her thighs. The skin was smooth beneath his touch. His fingertips danced along the skin until they reached her inner thighs and here he parted them, idly tracing her most sensitive of flesh with a soft, masculine chuckle.

The woman's knees buckled and she grasped him all the tighter until she fell, knees hitting the hard shower floor enough to bruise. This mattered not to either of them, lust engulfing their bodies and spreading like flame. From her throat a pleasured sound ushered forward and the man stared down at her and his head tilted. His pleasure was obvious, not but a few inches from her face. A devious glint in his eye, he commanded, "Suck it."

An elegant, dark eye brow raised in response to this. She mock-glared at him and muttered the words, "Make me."

"Make you?" The man smiled at her, grin wide. "That can certainly be arranged," he purred. He reached forward, keeping her gaze held, until his hands found the dark strands of her hair and knotted in it. He tugged at the strands, hard enough that she flinched away. This brought laughter from his throat, clearly amused by her actions. All the while, the soft blue eyes had hardened with desire. "Open your mouth." The words were a clear command and all traces of amusement had faded, replaced by an almost harsh seriousness. She gazed up at him, silently, attempting to gauge his emotions at current. The voice had sent a shiver racing across her spine, raising goose-bumps that kissed her flesh. It was so very difficult to say no to that voice. In fact, that was probably the reason he used it so often. Still, her only response was that the almost painful grip on her hair tightened, tilting her head back, as a hiss fell from her lips. She appeared ready to resist that command, but, instead, the young woman's lips parted as she was told.

Her golden-brown eyes, however, were far from calm. They found his blue ones, heat boiling within them. It was a game she always played with him. A game of power. At current, he was the one in power and she liked it that way just fine. That soft laughter came again before the head of his cock nudged at her lips, seeking entrance. They parted even wider, the silken flesh sliding across her tongue as it entered. 

The taste of him was slightly salty, but she licked across the tip languidly, eager to please. The woman was rewarded by a soft, satisfied groan that trickled from his lips and caused him to push forward.



A Shower & A Feast



I am in the shower, when suddenly the curtain flies open and two pairs of hands grab me from behind and pull me out. I had my eyes closed, as I was rinsing the soap off my body and I am told to keep them closed. Today was not supposed to be a day for meeting a "third" to fulfill our fantasy with...Tony must have surprised me. 

They are not rough with me, but then to ensure that I can not look at who got me out of the shower, I am blindfolded. I'm lead into the bedroom and thrown on the bed. My wrists are tied and held above my head. My legs are being spread open. I feel an ice cube being run down the front of my body, as a dildo is shoved into my pussy. "Oh!" When I open my mouth to say something, I feel a cock trying to make its way into my mouth. I comply...feeling it stiffen as I slather it with my hot, wet mouth. I hear a groan, and then feel a shot of cum hit the roof of my mouth. As he cums, I feel the other guy put his mouth on my clit and suck. I start writhing on the bed as I get closer and closer to my orgasm. The first guy (who had his cock in my mouth) leans over me and takes my nipple into his mouth. That does it, my orgasm washes over my body and I can't stop cumming. The man eating my cunt, slowly removes the dildo and replaces it with his hard cock. He pumps into me a few times, feeling my slickness, while the other guy continues to suck on my nipples. Suddenly, the man fucking me pulls out...I feel so empty...he flips me over and slides under me and helps me to straddle his hips. Now I ride his cock like a wild woman. He can't take it anymore and grabs my hips as he slams his cock deep into my pussy and holds me to him while he cums. 

The men then leave me lying on the bed and still blindfolded with my hands tied together. I rest for a bit...and then I reach up and take the blindfold off. I can't quite manage to get my hands untied though. I walk out of the bedroom and into the living room before I remember that I'm naked. My steps falter...but then I think "Fuck it, they've already seen me naked." 

So I continue on my way and as I round the corner into the living room, I stop short. Tony is sitting on the couch being sucked off by someone I don't recognize while Matt is fucking her from behind. 

They haven't seen me yet, so I backtrack and watch from around the corner. I have never had the fantasy of watching my guy having any kind of sexual contact with another woman, but I am finding myself strangely turned on. 

While I'm watching, I am working at my bonds, finally getting them free. I can only take so much...I walk out into the living room so everyone can see me. Tony looks surprised and Matt has his eyes closed and is lost in his own world. 

Tony tries to stop the strange woman from continuing her blow job, but I stop him from stopping her. I climb up and stand in front of him and instruct him to eat my pussy...he readily agrees and pushes his face in my cunt and slips two fingers up my pussy and starts working furiously to get me to cum. I'm almost there when I hear him groan in front of me and Matt groan behind me. Tony shoots his load into the woman's mouth as Matt shoots his load into her pussy. As Tony groans against my throbbing clit, it sends vibrations through me and sends me over the edge into my orgasm. As I cum, I grab his head so he can't get away and I don't fall backward. 

When my orgasm subsides, I slide down his chest until my head is resting on his shoulder. We are both breathing hard. He whispers in my ear "She's not as good as you." That makes me smile. After we all rest for a while, I look up and realize the woman is gone. I didn't even ask who she was. 

I make dinner for my guys in the nude...feeling hands roaming over me, having my hands full and not being able to keep them off of me. Dinner is put on hold, while Matt's and Tony's hands pull things out of my hands until they are free, pull me down to the kitchen floor and feast on me. I get caressed and licked all over my body. Not a place goes untouched. I am completely at their mercy and completely aroused again, as are they. 

Tony lays down on the floor with me straddling his hips and as I sit on his cock, Matt gets behind me and lubes up my ass, and slowly slides his cock into my ass. I groan and look down at Tony. His face is an expression of pure bliss. I feel so tight and slippery to him and he's just enjoying the sensation of how much tighter I am when Matt slides into my ass. 

And then we are all moving hips together and I push my pelvis into Tony's to rub against my clit, as I feel my orgasm trying to get free. I move more urgently against Tony, pushing back into Matt, my orgasm coming. "I'm cumming," I shout. Tony and Matt pump into me a few more times, each loving the sensation my spasming pussy is giving them. Each grab my hips to hold me to them as they fill my holes up with their cum. The orgasms seem to go on forever. 

Finally, we are all exhausted and make our way into the bedroom where we all promptly fall into an exhausted sleep.



A Shower Before Bedtime



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It was a hard day at work, and I couldn't wait to get home. My shoulders were in knots, but I was alone tonight. There'd be no massage and no sexual release of the tension that kept my body wound so tightly. I walked to the corner and poured myself a glass of Merlot.

I sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, played Candy Crush, and sipped my wine. I poured a second glass, knowing that it would send the heat through my body and release some of the pressure from my day. I decided to take a shower.

The hot water felt heavenly on my tense shoulders and neck, and the wine made me relax a bit. I washed my shoulder-length hair twice, feeling the soapy shampoo run down my body with the water. I bent my head under the spray and let all of the soap be rinsed away. 

I reached for my pink washcloth and lavender-scented body wash. I lathered the cloth slowly, feeling the terrycloth on the palms of my hands and between my fingers. I ran the cloth up each arm, just brushing the rounded side of each breast. I arched my back, trying to reach the very middle with the soap. 

I took another bit of body wash on my hands this time, and started at my lower belly. My open palms crept higher and higher, taking care not to be rinsed off prematurely by the warm water. I took deep, slow breaths as my palms slid upward, finally reaching my breasts. Even higher they slid, and I gasped when my own fingers reached my nipples. I ran my slippery palms over them as they hardened. Suddenly I found myself pinching them gently, moaning out loud as I did.

At that moment I realized that the water was beginning to cool, and I grabbed the washcloth again. This time I started with my feet, moving upward toward my sex. I shuddered a little as the terrycloth passed first my left knee, then my right, then over my parted thighs.

The first sensation of the rough terrycloth against my pussy lips brought out another sigh, and I felt myself relaxing even more. I took the washcloth and pulled it through my pussy, very slowly, from front to back. After pulling the cloth across my clit, back and forth, back and forth, I felt the heat beginning to build between my legs even as the water continued to cool.

I took the cloth over my first two fingers and rubbed my clit in slow, counter-clockwise circles. The pressure and the roughness of the towel combined to create a sensation I hadn't felt before. I was in heaven.

Unfortunately, I knew that I had only minutes left to enjoy even lukewarm water, so I was forced to move on. This time I bent slightly at the waist and allowed my buttocks to open up. I ran the washcloth over my asshole, much like I had done on my pussy. I put the cloth over my fingers again and rubbed in circles, this time on my little pucker. It was humming after a few circles with the terrycloth. I gave my hole one small poke with my washcloth-covered finger before setting the cloth back on the rack.

I ran my hands over my hair, one last time, letting them drop down over my breasts. I lingered over my nipples, stroking them gently with my fingertips. I gave them a sharp tweak, making them hard despite the last drops of warm water that fought to keep them soft. 

I turned my back to the stream of water and allowed my hands to travel downward again, this time moving outward and coming to rest on my ass cheeks. I bent over once again and spread my cheeks wide to allow the stream of now-cool water to rain right on my asshole. I shuddered at this feeling in a spot that is usually hidden, now exposed to the chilly water. I felt the stream of water running down from my ass to my pussy, where the cool water met with warm, aroused flesh. I moaned out loud as I let the sensation linger for a moment, then turned off the shower and reached for my towel. 

The bedroom was chilly, and goosebumps sprang up all over my skin. My nipples were painfully hard in the cool air. I covered my breasts with my hands as I dashed to the bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. I slipped my hand between my legs to finish what I started in the shower. I was close to orgasm already.

I stuck two fingers from my left hand into my sopping pussy, fucking myself in and out for a moment. I swirled the fingers of my right hand around my clit in small, quick circles, and teetered on the brink of coming for a moment. I suddenly craved the feeling of having my ass filled, so I pulled the fingers from my pussy, and moved my middle finger back against my asshole. My finger was so slippery that it breached the tight pucker with almost no resistance. The nerve endings in my ass relished the intrusion, and before I could begin to pump my finger in and out, my orgasm inundated my pelvis. My clit pulsed and my sphincter tightened around my finger in quick spasms. 

I cried out over and over, feeling the tension flow away from me. When I relaxed, I was spent. The warm shower, the wine, and the strong orgasm made me sleepy. I pulled my finger from my ass, ran to the sink to wash my hands, and settled back under the blankets. My cat jumped up on the bed and began to purr. 

Not bad for a lonely Friday night.



A Shower Block Encounter



Early morning last summer, I decided to be proactive and go for a run along the cycling/running track along the beach near where I worked. Arrived at the beach carpark early at around 5am with the sun beginning to rise over the water. 

I was pretty much the only person around as I set off to punch out a few kilometres before I had to get to work for the day. It was already quite hot so I left my singlet top in the car and ran only in my running shorts. I pushed myself quite hard and was soon back at my car covered in sweat and gasping for air.

Although my work had shower facilities I was right next to the beach shower/changing block so decided to head in there to save time. I walked into the change area, a large open area with a bench seat running all around and 3 showers along one wall. 

I set my clothes down opposite the showers so I could keep my eye on it, even though I was the only one in there It was better to be safe than sorry. I took off my shoes and slowly peeled off my running shorts, letting the fresh air blow across every inch of my sweating 6ft tanned body that was in very nice shape at this time of year.

I stepped under the shower and let the cool water soothe my aching muscles after such a vigorous workout. Suddenly I heard someone entering the change rooms. A man, about 35 and slightly taller than me in VERY good shape walked in. He paused momentarily as he passed the showers and I noticed he snuck a quick peek down to my soft 6" uncut piece of meat with trimmed hair and smooth ballsack. He the disappeared around the corner out of my view as I felt some blood begin to rush to my manhood.

I was feeling brave as I turned off the water, the man was sitting in the change area to the left of my belongings so instead of wrapping my towel around my waist I simply threw it over my shoulder and walked across to my stuff letting my now semi-hard cock bounce around freely. I could sense his eyes on my ass I faced away from him giving him full view of my tight butt. I began to dry my body, bending at the waist to expose my perfect hole and at times my sagging balls hanging perfectly between my legs. I was now fully erect and decided to turn and give my handsome stranger the full show.

As I turned to face him, he was already sitting completely naked and slowly stroking THE most delicious, perfect 7" juicy cut cock I had ever seen in my life!! Without a word I walked over and dropped to my knees in front of him. I grasped the bottom of his shaft and ran my tongue from the base of his cock right up to the tip. He let out a soft groan as his man meat entered my willing, wet mouth. I slowly began to work my mouth up and down on this magnificent member as my spare hand played with his balls. I nearly gagged as I took his full length in my mouth and I took a break to lick and suck on his balls. He lifted his hips to allow my fingers to gently put pressure on his asshole and he let another small groan out as I slipped my index finger into his man pussy. I took him in my mouth again as his hand reached down and began to stroked my now rock hard cock.

I could feel his throbbing cock pulsating in my mouth as I began to suck harder, I wanted his cum in my mouth. His breathing got heavier and he moan as he could not hold on anymore and filled my mouth with streams of hot, thick cum. I eagerly lapped up all of his goodness as I blew my hot load over the ground. I carefully sucked until I had gather every last drop of cum and swallowed it all. I got up and gave him a smile then went back and continued to get changed. As I finished getting dressed and turned to go, he slipped my a piece of paper with an address and a time....he gave me a wicked grin and left, this wasn't to be a one off encounter after all!



A Shower for Rose



The shower was hot, maybe a little too hot. But mixed with the power it seemed to wash away all my tension. I'd already finished my routine but I was enjoying it too much to get out.

I didn't notice the door go, the stairs creak or the bathroom door open. I was in my own thoughts, drifting to wherever my mind took me.

Suddenly there was a body pushed up against me from behind. They were naked and I could feel their erection pressing between my ass cheeks. One hand slid up to my neck quickly holding my head to the side exposing one side of my neck to anything the intruder wanted. While another circled my waist pinning me to the mans chest pressing his firm cock deeper to my ass.

I froze. My pulse thrummed through my veins and seemed to match the water as it pounded down upon us both. I don't think I could have moved even if the intruder wasn't holding me down. 

When he was sure my fear was holding still he moved his arm from round my waist and slid something in front of my face. I wasn't seeing it, my vision was blurring. It took me a couple I seconds to focus. I blinked a few times and it came into focus.

The object wasn't meant to be sentimental, an object of love or lust. It was a signal. 

It was a rose. 

I gasped and the fear left me as a shot went straight from throat down my spine, my stomach to my pussy. At that moment you bit my neck sending another wave following the first to settle in my pussy where it stayed. Quivering, leaving my knees weak. I whimpered and reached round to cling onto the only man who could get this reaction from me.

Dropping the rose, it lay forgotten on the floor of the bath being splattered by the shower. The hand that held it worked its way from my neck to my breasts, circling and twisting my nipples. Roughly groping my breasts kneading them as if you could feel the need building in me. 

I try to lower my hands and reach for your cock, which I can feel throbbing behind me. I long to feel it in my hands, the hard length, your firm balls. Then run my tongue around your head till I suck it in. Tasting it, seeing how deeply I can take you.

But you stop me before I can even get my hands to your sides. You spin me round smoothly and take each of my hands in yours. It's the first time I get to look in your eyes today, and I can see the lust there, the lust for me.

You kiss me deeply, holding me close I can feel you cock now between my legs, nudging against my pussy. It makes me so wet that I know it's my juices on your cock now. I start to rock gently back and forth. Grinding gently into you. You know the effect you have on me, all I want is to please you, feel your cock any way I can, feel you cum, taste it. 

Yet you have other plans. You smack my ass when I grind against you. You motion for me to climb up onto the sides of the bath. I do as I'm told, hiking onto the shower rail and the wall. I can feel the shower pound directly onto my shoulder blades from here. It's hotter the higher I am. But my thoughts aren't on the water it's on you and you face. Your eyes, they haven't left mine.

You go down to your knees, which puts you at the perfect height. I know this is your favorite thing, pussy, but I regret not being able to return the favor. 

You trace your tongue down from my stomach all the way to my slit sending shivers all over. Gasping I don't know if I can hold on up here, and you haven't even started. 

You circle your tongue around my clit and drag it down through my pussy all the way to my ass. When you bring it back you spend time fucking my pussy with your tongue before going back to my clit to start over. I can't help but moan aloud and push forward onto your face. Reaching up you grab my ass and pin me to your face. Spreading your fingers you dip one into my ass and start fingering me. As I scream out you know I'm cumming and double you effort to lick up every drop I give. 

You support me as my legs go weak and help me down. I have a feeling you've been supporting for a bit longer than I've realized but as I kiss you again and taste my cum on your lips, I feel you smile and know you don't mind. In fact the fact your cock is harder than ever against my still sensitive pussy tells me you enjoyed it just as much.

I try again to make it your turn for pleasure. To taste you. but you bat me away easily and move me in front of you, away from the water. I know your not done. 

You push me between my shoulder blades and I fall forward bracing myself against the far wall of the shower. You stroke down my back and circle my ass. As I look over my shoulder I see you stroking your cock, oh how I long for that to be my hand. 

You grin at me before stepping close and start to tease. You slide you cock over my pussy letting my juices flow again. Letting me get ready, letting me prepare myself.

I start to buck back, trying to get you to enter me sooner. The need to feel you fill me is so great. You place your hands on my hips to hold me still but you don't make me wait too long because you know you want to feel how wet you've made me.

You know your driving me crazy, my head is back and you have to keep a tight grip on me. When you can't take it any more you slide your cock deep inside me quickly and wait. It's so tight and warm. I can feel you stretch me and I clench every muscle I have to keep you there. 

As you start to slide in and out you know that it wouldn't take you long to cum in my pussy. You didn't remember it being like this, and you want to try something else first. As you fuck my pussy you finger my ass again feeling me buck back hard.

Pulling out, you hear me whimper and thrust myself back at you. You chuckle at this and know your going to love what's coming next.

You make sure you back to the shower, using my pussy juice you guide your cock to my ass hole. As you push gently I jump a little at the shock but then push back knowing I'm finally going to get fucked up my ass. Something I've begged you to do.

Before I know it I feel your balls touching me, your buried deep. I'm panting, with a little pain at first but soon it's desire. The need to pull away only to push back overwhelms me.

So I do, I pull away feeling you pull out. The emptiness that follows and the urge to fill it again. So I push back again.

You allow me the control, this once. Enjoying the sight of me sliding my ass onto your cock. Grunting and moaning with a mixture of effort and ecstasy.

Finally you grab my hips again and start to fuck my ass, hard. You've loved fucking pussy, always, but this is different. You want to cum, to fill my ass, but you know you want a different image.

You reach around and find my clit, circling it again. You feel my orgasm rock through my body again and bury your cock deep. You dare not move for fear of cuming yourself. Just as the last of my tremors stop you can't hold off any longer.

You pull out and whip me round, I can't hold myself up after this orgasm and that's not your intention. As I land on the shower on my knees the water spraying on my face my mouth is open. I'm gasping for breath. It's all happening so fast. I've been fucked up the ass, a first, and had two orgasms. This is what you wanted, the image, the fucked, wonton woman at your mercy. 

It doesn't take a second, for this and your there. Cuming on my face, my chest and my hair. It's what I've wanted, your release. But I know you can do more. 

I look at your eyes and just as you finish I lurch forward and wrap my lips around your cock and suck hard. Swallowing it as deep as I can. The water cascades over my face and down your chest. You gasp aloud as you cum again. 

Holding onto my head till you have enough control to think straight.

Finally you open your eyes and see me smiling up at you.



A Shower of Awakening



It was so cold, the dampness soaked through to my soul as I shivered uncontrollably. My hair fell forward in damp strings as I stared at them, water slowly tracing down in droplets, as each small globe fell from the tips and hit my thighs. I tried to loose myself in my thoughts. I glanced to sponge lying on the wet tiles and watched as it slowly soaked and absorbed the water into it, taking everything it could. My bottom lip reverberated with each shallow breath trying to will warmth into my soul. My arms encased my legs as I methodically rocked back and forth on the cold tiles of the shower stall.

How long I danced to my pain of the soul on that cold floor, I don’t know. I was lost in my world of madness, as time had stood still. Sleep must have finally come for me, taking me off to a world of dreams, which at times were much more sane then my reality. I jerked awake, as the trembling pulled me from my sleep, having no idea if I had slept only minutes or hours.

I willed myself to stand, though my body seemed to be enveloped with an ambiguous weight and moved from the room, my strength washed away with each droplet of water. Without thought I moved to my bed, Effortlessly sliding within the covers and drifting off into peace.

When I awoke, the light was streaming from the half drawn shades, the brightness seeming to fixate on my eyes as I squinted and pulled my only blanket over my head. The light seemed to direct itself even through the covering over my face and will me to rise, to enter the world of the living and begin another day.

My mind whirled with thoughts as I recounted the evening before, the intensity of my emotions again racing through my flesh. I felt again as every nerve was raw, every breath almost being able to be touched as it stood still. I found it hard to believe that I could feel to vulnerable, so soft and feminine, so alive and so free.

I had found myself at the feet of a man, a man who had almost consumed me with his will and strength. As I knelt before him the first time, I felt so shy, my head lowered, blonde waves cascading about hoping that it would cover my eyes so he could not see right through to my soul. I knew he was smiling looking down at me, I sensed it and I felt myself feeling smaller and smaller with each breath. I had dug my nails into the flesh of my thighs, and tried to will myself not to cry. The moment he reached out, my eyes catching his hand, my body froze and the tears easily poured down my cheeks.

I felt his thumb trace over my face, wiping away the dampness, my breath totally gone, as the depth of the emotions continued to rage. He lifted my chin and, his voice soft and caressing my soul told me to look upon his face. For the briefest of moments, I lifted my eyes and at that moment he totally absorbed my being. I felt as if he had entered into my soul, my whole being and I was totally at his mercy.

There was nothing I could do but lowering my head and press my lips to his feet in total adulation. The sobbing was uncontrollable, my body shaking with each gasping breath as I hungrily lapped and pressed my lips to his feet, licking away my tears as they fell. 

I willed myself to stop thinking of the night before, each touch, caress, each soft cry that he willed from body, and curled into a fetal position, slowly rocking trying to end the fear. My fear came from realizing that I no longer had control, I was his puppet and would do anything to be allowed to be in his presence. He had told me that I would do anything he wished, and I knew this true. I had felt a heaven on earth, as I slowly soared higher than I could ever imagine. Without thought I jumped from within my cocoon, tossing the covers aside and moved across the room, ready to begin a new journey.



A Shower of Discoveries



Elizabeth woke up that morning groggy eyed and horny. Goddamnit, she thought. I know I'm not getting any on a Tuesday either. She rolled her eyes and swung her feet off the bed and gathered her towel, shampoo and other shower necessities and headed towards the dorm bathroom. She was the first one awake, as evidenced by the empty bathroom. Score, she said to herself as thoughts of masturbating without having to worry about anyone hearing her flooded her mind. She whipped off her sexy little black nightgown over her head and turned on the faucet. She brushed her teeth and washed her face while the water was heating up, and when she was finished she jumped in the shower. 

She ran her hands over her body, getting it wet, lingering longer around her tits. She rubbed her little, dark pink nipples and squeezed them with her fingertips. She could feel her pussy getting wet, and it wasn't from the water, either. She slowly slid her hands down her flat stomach and opened her pussy lips with one hand while the other one rubbed her slit slowly up and down. She took juices from her dripping hole and massaged her clit in slow circles. She moaned just loud enough that she didn't hear the door opening. Jane stopped mid-stride as she heard what sounded like an orgasm. She turned the corner and stood face to face with a masturbating woman. Her jaw dropped. 

Elizabeth opened her eyes and took in what might have been the sharpest intake of breath in history. She stood silent – no words could escape her surprised lips. Jane slowly came to her senses and realized her pussy was getting wet. She had been bi-curious for quite some time and thought this was as good a time as any to figure herself out. Without taking her eyes off of Elizabeth, she dropped her towel and pulled her dark chestnut hair out of her ponytail. Elizabeth's eyes widened but she said nothing. She wanted this girl in the shower with her worse than she'd wanted anything before. Jane stepped slowly into the shower. Elizabeth stepped aside so Jane could stand under the faucet and wet her hair and body – not that she wasn't wet already. Jane turned her body towards Elizabeth's and reached out to touch her waist. She slowly pulled the beautiful blonde towards her until their bodies were pressed hard up against each other. 

Both their breaths noticeably shallowed as their faces grew closer and closer together. When their lips met, all of the hesitancy disappeared and they began to French kiss passionately while feeling up and down each other's bodies. Elizabeth grabbed Jane's ass and pulled her up against the wall with her and pressed their pelvises together. Jane's hands found their way to Elizabeth's rock hard nipples and pinched them hard. She squeezed Elizabeth's tits with her palms and then slid her hands down her body until she reached the girl's shaven pussy. The water dripped all over both of them and Jane kissed from Elizabeth's lips to her neck, her tits to her stomach, all the way down until she reached the small mound above her slick pussy. She had never licked a woman before. 

She reached to Elizabeth's ankles and pulled them slightly farther than shoulder-width apart. She knelt on the cold, wet tile and began to eat her first pussy. She lapped up the shower water that sat in beads on Elizabeth's outer lips and then slowly parted her pussy with her eager tongue. The angle was difficult so she motioned for Elizabeth to turn around so she was facing the shower wall. She stuck her ass out so it was easier for Jane to lick. She buried her face between her legs and sucked on Elizabeth's pussy. She licked a wet line from her clit to her pussy hole, and then to her ass, which she licked a small circle around. She began to finger her new lover's pussy while she slowly lapped at her asshole. She had never done that before either. She rolled her tongue back down to her pussy and began to suck Elizabeth's clit while her fingers dipped in and out her pussy hole. Elizabeth was wetter than she ever had been. Her muscles began to tense, and her pussy gripped Jane's fingers tightly. She screamed as she began to orgasm while Jane pounded her fingers into her contracting pussy harder and harder. Jane continued sucking on her clit but pulled her fingers out of her pussy and found Elizabeth's asshole and slowly began to push one finger into it. She began to gently fuck Elizabeth's ass with her finger, which only served to perpetuate her orgasm – not that she minded. She had never had anyone play with her ass before, and she loved it. 

Jane slowly stood up while Elizabeth leaned on the tiled wall, panting. She wrapped her arms around Elizabeth's impossibly little waist (which was in sharp contrast to her curvaceous breasts and womanly hips and thighs), and held her close until she began breathing normally. Jane looked up at Elizabeth's 5 feet, 8 inches from her 5'2" frame and stood on her tip toes to slowly kiss her again. Their mouths met and the same familiar shock of electricity rocketed through their bodies. Elizabeth broke from Jane's mouth just long enough to grab her shower gel and squeeze some into her hand. 

"Forget the goddamn loofah," she told Jane. Jane just smiled in return. Elizabeth lathered the gel between her hands and began slowly rubbing them all over Jane's body. She began at her collarbones and neck, and slowly slid her way downward to her breasts, but much to Jane's dismay she swept right past them to her stomach. She walked around Jane's body and began washing her back and her perfect, round ass and hips. She knelt behind her body and began washing her legs – first her calves and then her outer thighs. She gradually found Jane's inner thighs and began rubbing them with the soap, closer and closer to her pussy every damn time. After 5 minutes, Jane's tiny, pink pussy was dripping juices down her legs. Elizabeth sensed that Jane could take almost no more, so she washed her body of the shower gel and told Jane to spread her legs and lean her back against the wall. 

Jane complied and as soon as she was settled, Elizabeth's fingers dove right into her pussy. She finger fucked her new lover until Jane was so aroused that her clit was poking out from its hood and was sensitive to her every touch. 

"Fuck me!" she screamed down at Elizabeth. "Harder!"

Elizabeth rammed her fingers into Jane's pussy with more force than she knew she had. When she saw Jane's body begin to tense up she pulled her clit into her mouth and pulsed it between her lips, sucking in and out, until Jane was cumming all over her face. She never once stopped finger fucking her all throughout her orgasm and didn't until her arm was too tired to keep going. 

Jane slid down the wall until she was sitting next to Elizabeth on the wet floor. 

"You know," she said, "we really need to do this more often."



A Shower of Love



You start work earlier than I do by a few hours. When you wake up, you head for the shower, and I slowly wake up. I hear the water running, and my cock begins to stir. I've always masturbated in the mornings when I wake up. As natural as pissing. Speaking of which, I get up to relieve myself. I walk by the shower, and I see your body thru the shower door. The outline of your swaying breasts in a side view of you makes my cock hard. I have to stand way back from the toilet to hit it because my cock is standing straight up. Either that, or I'd have to stand on my head. 

You poke your head out, and see my dilemma. You laugh, and tell me to come in and wash your back. I'm already naked, as that's how we sleep together. I come towards the shower, my cock bobbing and weaving like a magic wand. I get behind you and hold you tight. My cock is pressed up against your pretty ass. I cup your breasts and nuzzle your neck, still have asleep.

I tell you have to pee real bad now. I'm rubbing my rock hard cock against the crack of your tush. You spin around, grab my cock, and point it directly to your pussy. "Let it go" you say. You hold it down to your pussy lips and I start to pee. All night of storing this has caused a powerful stream to jet to your pussy. You guide it like a fire hose, making is splash all over you neatly trimmed bush. 

You spread your pussy lips with your other hand, and my piss is gushing hard against your clit. As the last few drops come out, you start rubbing the head up and down the length of your cute mound. Then you push against me, and my cock slides in your juicy pussy. You hold my neck hard, and I can feel you trembling. The hot water is splashing against your back as we slowly gyrate together. I real slow fuck in the shower. 

I pull down the seat from the corner of the stall. I sit on it, and you come and straddle my legs, then climb up then lower your pussy on my cock. You again wrap your arms around my neck, and hold on while I grab your ass and lift you up and down on my pole. Your face is pressed against my neck and you're kissing me, and moaning. 

Your sweet pussy is grabbing my cock as I slide you in long strokes on my cock. Your breathing is very erratic, and the whimpers that turns me on so much. I can't hold it any longer. I thrust harder and harder into you. I pull your ass hard on me, and push it away just so my cock won't pop out. Then shove you back on again. My knees get weak, I'm shaking, but not for being cold. This familiar feeling wells inside me, and my cock feels so sensitive. It feels like an itch you love to keep scratching. 

I lean you back, exposing your swollen tits to my hungry mouth. I have my one hand behind your back, one on your ass, as I pump your pussy harder and harder. I cum with a harder force then usual. I can feel it splash inside you. My cock in still pumping but I feel much less friction as my cum floods your pussy. 

I let you slip away just enough for my cock to slide out. I let the refreshing water splash your pussy and my cock. You slide a finger in your pussy, and pull out a gob of my cum and lick it off. My cum gushes out of you, and you spoon out some to lick off your fingers. Then you start fingering yourself. I have you sit on the seat, and I kneel down in front of you. I spread your legs, and my tongue dives in your sweet delicious pussy. I can still taste my cum a bit, but I can detect mostly the taste of your nectar. I could live on your pussy juice. I lap it up, and start playing with your swollen clit with my tongue. I suck on it, and this sends shock waves thru you. I reach up and play with your breasts with one and, and with the other, I start fingering your clit. Rubbing in and out... then side to side. "I have to pee, baby", you say. "Give it to me", I tell her, looking into your eyes. I continue licking the lips of your beautiful pussy as I spread them. You relax, and a flow of your pee streams out, hitting me in the neck and face. A small river of piss leaks from you as I lick the inside of your pussy. You shudder in total relief and excitement.

After a bit of this, I take both hands, and grab your thighs, and slide you down more. Then I mash my face against your pussy.... MY pussy. I mush my lips all over your pussy. I love the feeling of your slippery warm pussy mashing all over my mouth. I dart in my tongue again to slap your clit a few times. Then I can tell you're ready, and I press my tongue firmly against your clit, and curl it towards me, catching the whole area of your clit with the tip of my tongue. Then I unwrap my tongue, and start over. I do this over and over, my tongue acting like a finger in a gesture of "come here". I slurp up your juices again, then resume my tongue action. 

You hold onto my head for dear life. You even try to push me away for a brief moment. You getting closer. Your legs are squeezing my neck, and pushing me in further. This frees my hands to feel your soft cushy ass cheeks. I grab a hold of your clit with my lips, and hold tight. Then I let the tip of my tongue slap it from side to side. This sends you over the edge. You buck against my face, squeezing me harder to you with your legs. I reach up and squeeze your nipples and breasts. 

I love it when you cum on my face. Extra servings of your sweet honey. I love to make you cum, and hold you as you shake in your after shocks of orgasm. I stand you up, and take the bar of soap, and wash you. You just stand there, glowing, soaking in the soapy massage I give you now. I love washing your body. Like washing a classic car. I take pride in making sure you're squeaky clean. Soaping your neck, shoulders, breasts, tummy.... And, I love squatting behind you, and slowly soaping and rubbing your beautiful ass cheeks. Running my hand along the perfect contours, down to your legs. Then up the front of your legs to your pussy. 

We spend too much time in the shower... again. Good thing you don't punch a clock, because you're late again. I leave the shower stall to let you finish up. I towel off and go to make you breakfast. Just something light to share with you before you leave. It's the least I can do for my soul mate and true love.



A Shower Shared By Two



The knobs are turned and the water starts to spray out. Cold and hot water fill the shower as its being adjusted for use. Reaching out for your hand, I pull you closer to me. Looking into your nervous eyes I smile lightly at you. My fingertips slowly touch the side of your face down to your lips where I rub them gently. I lick my lips and lower my lips to yours to kiss you gently then pull away. 

Tilting my head back, I look to see your face with the anticipation of kissing again in your eyes. We draw near to each other as we kiss again with my hands rubbing down the sides of your body. Your hands wander around my back rubbing it softly. Our tongues touch and play inside of your mouth as my hands slide around to your stomach. While unbuttoning your pants, you decide to pull back from me but biting your bottom lip makes you stay. 

You hear your zipper being lowered while having your tongue sucked on by me. I move aside the flaps revealing your black silk panties, breaking our kiss to peer down then back up at you. My hands grab onto the waist of your pants, and then slowly begin to pull them down. My lips begin kissing down your left thigh as I kneel down in front of you. Standing back up I look down at your long legs, then finding your lips again we kiss. 

The steam from the hot shower is around us, and im aching to have my way with you. My lips trail from your lips to your neck licking it lightly while my hands reach around to your ass. Grabbing your ass tightly, I pull you against me letting you feel my erect dick inside of my shorts. You feel the tip against your panties wanting it to come out. I let your hands undo my shorts and reach inside to grab my dick. You begin stroking it on the top of my boxers while I make small red marks on your neck with my teeth. 

Rubbing your thumb over the tip, you feel the precum oozing out and you wish to taste it. You try to bend down but I don’t allow you to, instead I begin to lift off your tank top to reveal your beautiful C cups. My tongue trails down your neck over the crescent shaped tattoo on your chest. Sliding my tongue into the front of the bra, you feel my tongue touch your nipple. Unclasping the back, your bra easily is taken off of your chest. 

My dick is peeking out the top of my boxers, which you notice quickly. Your mouth waters as you reach in to pull it out, wishing to have me fuck your lips. I direct your attention back up to my tongue which is circling your nipples slowly. I pause for a moment to lift off my shirt for you, leaving me standing in my boxers and you in your black g-string. My lips resume teasing your nipples by licking and sucking on them a bit. My fingers slide underneath the g-string material and slowly I push it down your thighs. Your panties slide down as you step out of them leaving yourself completely naked for me. 

I stare at your gorgeous body and find myself slowly stroking myself for you. You decide to mount your hands onto the sink and bend yourself over for me. My boxers drop to the floor and I stand behind you with my hand around my dick. You wait for me to slide myself inside you, but instead I begin to rub the tip along your ass cheek. The precum rubs off makes your ass cheek glisten from it. I rub my hand down around your cheek, slightly squeezing it as I move it across. I place my middle and index fingers together and begin to rub down between your cheeks. Rubbing against your puckered ass, I rub further down to your pussy to feel how wet it is. 

I feel your wetness is seeping out onto your thigh and I begin to rub your clit. You begin swaying slightly against the counter as I rub you slowly. My dick is rock hard resting against your ass cheek as I then slide my fingers inside of your pussy. I hear you lightly moan as I finger fuck you slowly. Your pussy grips around my fingers as I push them back inside. My hand wanders to my dick where I begin to stroke slowly. Retracting my fingers from you, I begin to kneel down behind you with you still bent over the counter. 

My hands slide up to grab your ass, as I push my lips down against your pussy. My eyes stare at your asshole while I flick my tongue against your pussy lips. Slowly probing my tongue into you, I taste your wetness. You begin to sway your ass against me so that my tongue pushes deeper inside then back out. I hear your enjoyment through the tones of your moaning. I begin to slide my tongue off your pussy and up to the crack of your ass. My hands spread your ass apart for me, as I slide my tongue around your ass. You feel an odd sensation from my tongue playing with your ass and you continue to make your noises for me. 

By this time you’re mumbling words to me, wanting me to fuck you hard. I stand myself back up behind you and place my dick into my hand. My other hand reaches for the back of your hair as I tug on it to have you stand up as well. I turn you to face me as I begin to jerk my dick off for you. You whimper wanting me to cum deep inside you as I continue to stroke myself for you. I stop myself and release my hand letting my dick stand on its own. Your eyes watch as it throbs up and down in front of you near your thigh. Smiling at you I ask you to get into the shower and you quickly obey shoving the curtain aside. I follow you inside for the conclusion of our evening. 

I step into the shower and pull the curtain back across the entrance. I turn and see your head underneath the shower head, allowing the water to run down your body. You soak your hair as my eyes are fixed to your chest. The warm water swirling around your nipples as it continues its way down your stomach. I begin to fantasize of things I’d love to do to you. You open your eyes to see me staring at you, with my dick standing out all hard for you. I reach out for your hands and pull you closer to me. 

I bring my face to yours with our bodies touching closely. You begin rubbing your hips against my dick, making the shaft rub against your clit. Your mouth opens slightly allowing my tongue to slip inside. We rub our tongues together as you quicken your motion against my dick. My hands trail down your back to your ass. I love the feel of your smooth ass and it turns me on incredibly whenever I’m able to squeeze it. 

After a few more moments, I spin you around to face away from me. Automatically you bend over in front of me so that I have easy access to fuck you anyway I want to. I grip the head of my dick in my hand and lower it down your ass slowly. You try to push back against me as I rub the head against your pussy hole. You hate to be teased, but you tolerate it knowing what the outcome will be. I slowly begin to insert my dick inside of you; feeling the warmth of your pussy the further I push in. Looking down, I watch my dick be engulfed by your body. You clench your muscles so that your pussy squeezes my dick tightly. Giving a low sigh reaction to it, I begin to pull my hips back out and into you. 

Your pussy is hot and wet, and I love to be inside it. Quicker the pace moves as you start making your love noises for me. I know you long for your ass to be played with as well; so I bring my middle finger up to your mouth to suck on. Swirling your tongue around, you leave your saliva all over my finger. I pull it back to me and spread your ass cheek with the other hand while maintaining pace with you. I slide my finger down your ass and begin to slowly push against it. 

Your saliva on my finger proves to be sufficient for it to begin to push inside. The tip is pushed into your ass, while I continue to fuck your pussy at a steady rate. You reach behind yourself and grab my hand, making my finger push further into you. You love having your holes filled by me, making your body feel full. You place your hands on your knees, as I slowly begin to finger fuck your ass. Pushing your ass back against me, you make my dick and finger go deeper. I know how badly you want me to fill your pussy up but I have other plans. 

You begin to scream as you approach your first orgasm. You clench yourself as you cum, while you’re bouncing your ass against me quickly. I feel my dick about to explore, so I attempt to pull it out of you. You don’t like the idea of me leaving just yet and try to keep me inside. You try pulling on the back of my thighs but I spank your ass to indicate you not to do that. You obey and remain bent over for me as I pull my finger out as well. 

Soon after my dick is now pressing against your ass. I lean back and rest myself against the cold shower wall. I tell you to make me cum in your ass as I take my hands off of you to let you do the work. You spread your ass with both hands while pushing against my dick. The head slowly enters in as you slowly begin to push against it. More and more of it enters inside, you want to take the whole shaft. You ease your ass on my dick, slowly making it go all the way in til you rest against my thighs. 

Now that you have me all to yourself, you begin to bounce off my hips. You love me fucking your ass, and you desperately want my cum in it. Harder and faster you push against me as I watch my dick disappear into you. You moan as you feel another orgasm coming over you. You feel so tight, and you love my dick being in your ass. I tell you I’m about to cum and how I want you to go faster. I feel myself about to squirt inside of you, when you quickly pull off of my dick. You turn your body around and drop to your knees. 

You slide my dick into the back of your throat without washing it off. I’m incredibly shocked but turned on so much more. You rest your lips against me as my cum drains down into your throat. My mouth is open breathing heavy watching your throat swallow all of it. You lean your head back and stroke the remainder out with your hand. My dick begins to go soft in your mouth as I feel your tongue slide around it. Looking up at me, you remove my dick and smile. You’re such a sexy girl and you continue to surprise me. I stand you up and pull you close and plant a soft kiss to your lips. I love you I whisper, with you smiling and nodding back at me.



A Shower, Some Sweat, A Scratch



Your dirty girl has woken one morning, not feeling very glamorous. She makes her way to the bathroom and removes the shirt that she loves to wear to bed, your shirt. She steps into the shower, turning the water on, and stands under the streaming water, slowly coming alive.

As the water cascades down over her shoulders, she takes the bottle of body soap and squeezes an ample amount into her hand, replacing the bottle on the rack in the shower, she then takes the large sponge and slowly starts to rub them both over her body. A body that you have come to know intimately. Intimately with your tongue, your fingers, your cock, your eyes, your breath, your very being.

As the soap slowly lathers itself up on her body, and the steaming hot water is still cascading down over her, she starts to explore her body. Her fingers move over her soft neck, down over her breasts. Her fingers slowly tweaking her nipples, nipples that aren't all that big to begin with, just nice little nipples...

Her fingers move further south, over her belly. A belly that isn't flat like an ironing board, but maybe in need of a few hundred situps, but it is the belly that you have come to love. Knowing that your girl isn't absolutely perfect, but perfect to you.

Her hands move towards her pussy. The pussy that you so lovingly shaved for her last night while you shared a bath with her. She can feel how smooth her lips are, how different it feels. Her mind wanders back to the night before, and how amazing your tongue felt on her clit, a slight tingle ripples through her body. Could that tingle have come from remembering what you did to her the night before or because her fingers have found her now swollen clit?

Her body starts to come alive. Nerve endings start to react to her fingers that are now lightly rubbing her clit. She leans against the cold tiles, the hot water a comfort.

As her fingers start to move a little faster, she closes her eyes, and starts to slide down the wall of the shower. As she slides down the wall, the bottle of body soap falls out of the rack and slams down onto the floor of the shower, startling her enough to make her fingers stop their work.

She looks at the bottle, and a sly smile spreads across her face. Reaching out, she takes hold of the bottle, at the same time, she spreads her legs, letting her pussy become open to the idea of a really amazing orgasm.

The bottle is about 2 inches wide at the base and tapers up to approximately 1.5 inches at the lid. A wicked thought creeps through her mind.

Her pussy is so very wet now. 

She takes the bottle, and puts the top of it to her sweet, delicious, swollen pussy. Her muscles slightly twitch at the initial touch. Her mind racing...

She slowly pushes the bottle into her tight pussy. Her muscles achingly accepting the foreign object. She pushes the bottle in further, slowly letting out a moan. Her head tilts back and the bottle slides in a little further.

As she moves the bottle in and out of her pussy, her other hand is moving towards her clit. Her fingers again move quickly over her swollen bud and as the bottle is bringing her an amazing feeling in her pussy, her fingers are working their magic on her clit.

She can feel the orgasm building up inside of her, her world is about to explode. Ever so slowly the nerve endings in every inch of her body start to turn to fire. The crescendo of the orgasms she is famous for is almost about to happen.

Her screaming orgasm hits her like a truck. Her body convulsing and distoring on the shower floor. The bottle shoots out of her pussy, hitting the shower door, quickly followed by a stream of cum. She calls out your name at the exact moment that her body is released.

Lying there, the hot water still streaming down onto her now exhausted body, she slowly opens her eyes. A smile plays across her face. She slowly stands up, a little dizzy, but strong enough to keep her balance.

As she finishes her shower and turns the water off, she can hear something that wasn't there when she first stepped into the shower. 

It is the sound of heavy breathing...your heavy breathing.

She steps out of the shower, dripping wet, onto the heated tiled floor. Looking to her right, she sees you. You are sitting on the edge of the vanity, your glorious cock standing upright, your head tilted back, your hand frantically rubbing your manhood towards a blowing screaming orgasm.

As quickly as she can, she walks over to you, before your eyes open. You can feel something, it is her hand on yours. She takes over. Moving your hand out of the way. Forcing you to open your eyes to take in the moment.

Her forcefulness takes you by surprise. You have wanted to see this side of her since you first met her in person at the airport 3 days ago. Now, finally you are living a dream of yours.

Her fingers are magically tensing and releasing your beautiful cock. A cock that she has had a number of times, but not in this way.

Her free hand pushes you back towards the mirror. Her hand, with those long nails, is on your hairless chest. A chest that she waxed for you in preparation for the tattoo you are going to get.

Her nails slowly dig into your chest, creating a little pain. Then, with a little more force, and her hand still working on your cock, she digs her nails in a little further with a long scratch down your chest. This time, she draws blood, just a little, but it is there.

You scream out in surprising pain. It really does hurt, but it feels so wonderful at the same time, because you can feel your hot cum slowly starting to bubble up deep inside you.

Your mind is racing, your heart is beating so hard in your chest, you actually think it is going to explode out of your chest, a chest that is now dripping a little bit with a mixture of sweat and blood. The sweat is making the scratches start to sting a little, creating a mixture of thoughts in your head. 

You so want her to stop what she is doing to your chest, but at the same time what she is doing to your cock is overriding that.

Not a word is said, not a kiss shared. Just pure animalistic behaviour.

As you finally reach the start of no return, she moves your cock so that your delicious hot cum will splash against your torso. And cum you do....so very hard.

Your cum spurts out of your hot cock, up onto your delicious toned 6 pack. She pumps every single last drop of cum out of your cock, and you finally breathe a sigh of relief...knowing that you can now relax knowing the pain is finally going to stop. How wrong you are.

She moves her free hand, the one that was pumping your cock, to your chest, and starts to rub your recently deposited cum into the scratches there. Causing you to breathe in sharply. Yes, it stings.

There is a mixture of cum, blood and sweat pooling on your chest right now. What is it she is going to do to you next? She pushes you right back onto the vanity, bottles and containers fly every which way.

You are surprised at her strength.

She slides up on top of you, slowly rubbing her sweet wet pussy all over you. Mixing in another ingredient into the already sticky mess on your chest. Her sweet cum adding another element.

Then, just as quickly as she started to rub herself on your chest, she stops. Removes herself from the vanity and lowers herself to the floor. Just as quickly as she can, she lowers her face to your chest, and slowly starts to kiss and lick your wounds all better. A metallic taste of blood, mixed with salty cum and sweat, and a hint of sweet pussy juices.

Your senses are alive. You can feel the touch of her long long hair against your chest, you can feel her tongue making a meal out of the mixture she just created.

As she finally laps up the last of the erotic mix with her tongue, she releases her hold on you. You breathe at last.

She gets off of you, wipes her mouth with the closest towel, and moves towards the bedroom to put some clothes on, leaving you slumped on the vanity, contemplating your next move, and reaching for the antiseptic to soothe the flaming red track marks on your chest.

She doesn't know it yet, but it's her turn tomorrow.



A Shower Surprise



It had been a really long day. I had classes all day and then I had to go to work at my first job. I would soon have to go to my other job and work until around 1 a.m. My only salvation was that, in between my two jobs, I got to take a long hot shower.

I slipped my shirt off the moment I walked in the door and wiggled out of my pants by the time I got to bathroom, tossing my bra on the door handle. I stepped into the bathroom and turned the shower on. 

I sighed as the first bit of steam hit me, moaning as the stream of hot water poured over my body easing the tension away. I leaned up against the back of the shower and just let the water run down my front. Hitting my neck and sliding over my breasts, the water was almost too hot to bear but felt wonderful. I closed my eyes and started to rub the soap over my body. 

I saw my boyfriend walk in the front door and pick up my shirt and grin. He catches a glimpse of my pants near bathroom and then, seeing my bra on the door handle, he takes off all of his clothes and leaves them all, mine and his, in an intertwined pile, like he knows we soon will be. He opens the door and sees me slowly running my hands over my body. He sits there and watches, enjoying the show. His semi-hard penis showing signs of life. He wraps his hand around it, stroking more life in with every twitch of his wrist.

I open my eyes and jump in shock and delight when I see him standing in front of me naked and rubbing his erection.

"I..." he interrupts me by putting his finger to my lips.

"I am enjoying the show...don't stop."

I am slightly embarrassed as I realize that he has been watching me, with two of my fingers buried deep in my twat. I slowly size him up, while sliding one hand over my tits. I squeeze my left breast, forcefully, causing it to turn crimson and giving my body a shock. I notice that his penis twitches and seems to get harder. I start moving my fingers deeper in and out of my pussy. He loves this. His smile keeps getting bigger, along with other parts. I can't take any more of this.

I moan as I reach out and grab him by the dick and pull him into the shower with me, thrusting him against the shower wall. I slide my hand out of my pussy and wrap it tightly around his already hard cock. He pulls my face to his and pushes our lips together.

I moan as he kisses me passionately and slips his hands between our bodies to caress my breasts. I stroke his hard cock until he tells me to move my hand, he has other things in mind. 

He presses me back against the shower wall and runs his hands over my body, shocking me completely when he suddenly grabs my clit between two fingers and thrusts another finger in my already sopping wet pussy. He gently twists and rubs my clit, slowly sliding his ring finger in and out of me. I moan and relax, letting my stress drip away.

"You like that, don't you?"

My response is yes, but I say it with an inarticulate groan of pleasure. "OOOOOhhhhh."

"I thought you would," his voice sounds confident. He knows what I like.

He gets down on his knees replacing the fingers on my clit with his lips. The water running over my breasts and down my body, the heat of the running water is making me even more turned on. My moans progressing louder and louder.

His tongue slips up and down my clit. Enticing me. Bringing me closer and closer to my climax. He slips a second finger into my pussy. I can feel that it is his two longest fingers, they are deep in me, rubbing my insides, making me feel so good. He starts to slide them in and out, slowly pistoning them in time with my moans. He takes my clit between his lips and gives it a gentle tug. It is more than I can take.

As I cum, my body trembling and shaking with ecstasy, he stands up and drives his dick deep into my already throbbing cunt, filling me fully as I cry out in pleasure. He starts slamming himself deep inside me.

"Do you like that, baby?"

I can only moan and kiss his lips, tasting my own pussy on his tongue as he shoves it in my mouth.

I wrap my arms around him and grope his luscious ass, pressing him deeper into me. He grabs my thighs and pulls my legs up around him. He is farther into me than I thought possible. I feel as if I can't take it anymore. I moan and then feel him start to throb inside of me, cumming as I continue cumming in wave after wave of bliss. I am lost in my orgasm. The world is nothing but water and his penis deep inside me.

I suddenly opened my eyes as I realized that the water splashing across my breasts was cold, realizing that my amazing lover wasn't really there at all. I had fantasized the whole thing. I stroked my clit one last time, pulling my fingers from inside myself, and sighed in disappointment and pleasure. But not too much disappointment.



A Shower to Remember



They lay down upon a blanket in their back garden, waiting for the meteor shower that was to begin around midnight. The moon was full but everyone agreed it would not impede the observer's view of the storm. As they waited, they talked about previous storms they had seen in different parts of the world. They lay on their sides facing each other as they spoke. He looked upon her and smiled. She was wearing a light weight broomstick skirt and loose cotton blouse. The night was too warm for much more. As was her custom, she was not wearing a bra, as much because of the warm night as because it tended to restrict her large, beautiful breasts. As he looked at her and they spoke, he often sneaked quick glances at her chest, hoping to catch a glimpse of her breasts whenever a button gaped. 

He made a joke and she stifled a laugh. He smiled and then pounced upon her, mercilessly tickling her sides. He knew she would start laughing uncontrollably; she always did if he tickled her after she has already begun to laugh. While he was tickling her sides, he would often move his hands in such a way as to allow him to brush against her breasts. He felt himself stiffening as he thought of them spilling from her blouse. She grabbed a hold of his wrists and rolled him onto his back, straddling him as she did so. He could feel his stiffening cock throbbing against her. She gave an evil grin. 

"Well now, it looks like someone is getting worked up," she said in a teasing voice. 

He looked into her blue eyes and said, "Well, you do that to me," and he winked. 

She began rubbing herself slowly against his groin. "We can't leave you with a raging hard on, you know," she teased as she continued to rub. 

She released his wrists and leaned back, looking up at the sky. He noticed a bright line trail across the night, and he realized the meteor shower had started. 

"Oooh," she said in awe, "that was a pretty one." 

"Not as pretty as you," he replied. He moved his hands up to her blouse and started to undo the buttons. 

She looked down at him, a bit startled, and said, "You do realize we are out in the garden?" 

"Of course I do," he replied as he continued to undo her blouse. "But it's after midnight, the house is far from the village, and no one is around." 

Since she had not stopped him from assaulting her blouse, he assumed he could go further. He pushed the blouse back, revealing her luscious breast. They were large D cups with lovely little nipples. He never got tired of staring at her nipples when she was nude, and now was no different. He began to run his fingers over her breasts, lightly brushing across her nipples whenever his hand came near them. She moaned a little and writhed on top of him. The realization dawned on him that she was not going to tell him to stop. The thought of taking her in the back garden under the open sky excited him even more. Her head was thrown back and she was watching the fire trails across the sky as he fondled her. He looked up at her, thinking that the meteor shower added a nice touch, as streaks went by overhead. He pulled his head up so he could suck on her nipples, rolling them across his tongue as he suckled. She pushed his head back down and looked upon him. He began to think maybe she decided to stop. 

Instead, she leaned down to his ear and whispered, "Here I am, all exposed like this, and you haven't had to expose anything. I'd better fix that." 

She slipped down his body and quickly unbuttoned his trousers and tugged them down to his knees. He has decided not to wear underwear tonight, so his engorged cock sprang free instantly. He gasped as she began to caress his balls. She ran a finger up the sensitive seam of flesh on his scrotum and purred as it caused his entire sack to tighten. Then she began to run her tongue up his shaft in long, languid strokes. 

"God, that always feels so good," he moaned. 

"Really....hmmm," she muttered and then plunged his entire cock into her mouth until her lips touched his pelvis. She bobbed her head on his cock a few times before taking it from her mouth. "So, which feels better?" she asked innocently. 

He shuddered. "Ok, you sucking on it definitely feels better, especially when you take it in deep," 

She continued to suck on his cock for a few minutes while he lay back and writhed in pleasure. She suddenly stopped and said in a pouting voice, "I can't watch the meteors if I'm doing this." 

"It's alright, we can stop until it's over and then take it to the bedroom," he sighed. 

She seemed to think about this for a moment, and then replied, "No, I have a better idea." 

That being said, she straddled him once more, arranging her skirt around her. He felt the head of his penis brush against her smooth pussy. His eyes became wide as he realized what she was about to do. She slowly let herself down onto him, slipping his erect cock inside her. She used a few up and down strokes to make sure everything was nice and lubricated. Meanwhile, he lay there in amazement, shuddering with pleasure. Once she had herself set, she threw back her head and looked at the sky. 

"Now, I can enjoy the show," she said. 

He looked up at her in wonder. She was slowly riding his cock, watching the meteors as she did so. He thought he was getting the better bargain, though. He not only got to watch the meteors, but also got to watch this gorgeous woman riding his cock. She looked down at him. To him, it seemed as if he was looking at a goddess, backlit by a fiery sky. Her breasts would push out every time she put her head back to watch the sky. He could not restrain himself, and began to massage her breasts as she rode him. Their breathing was coming quicker now. She began to increase the pace of her movements. He would occasionally thrust up as she came down, to penetrate her more deeply. 

He moved a hand down to her soaking pussy. His thumb found her clit and he began to massage it in time with her movement. She gasped. He could see her nipples hardening and her breasts and face becoming flush. He knew she was near orgasm. He redoubled his efforts on her clit, and thrust up into her at every opportunity. He felt himself near to exploding as well, and anticipated the pleasure it would bring. Just as four fiery blue streaks flashed across the sky, they both voiced their release. He could feel himself spilling into her, and feel her pussy contracting around his cock. They rode out the waves of pleasure until the feelings subsided. 

She leaned down and kissed him deeply, then lay on his chest. He felt himself softening inside her, but was loathe to let this feeling fade. For several minutes, they lay there, catching their breath. She quickly kissed him again, and then rolled over onto her back. As she buttoned her blouse, he managed to pull his trousers back on. He grabbed her hand, weaving his fingers into hers. 

As they watched more meteors flash by, he said, "You know, I don't think I've ever seen a better show, I won't soon forget this." 

She turned and looked at him, smiled evilly and replied, "I should hope the hell not!" Then she thumped him on the arm. He pulled her to him and they lay there hugging and kissing until the storm ended.



A Shower turns to Something Else



Seth had help Feilan move a washer and dryer into her apartment. It was a scorcher outside and his t-shirt was soaked with sweat.

Feilan was hooking up the water and the plug-ins when she noticed how hot and sweaty Seth was. "Hey if you want you can use the shower first. I won't be done here for a bit."

He nodded with a smile and walked into the bathroom leaving the door open and stripped off his shirt, then the rest of his clothing. He turned the water on testing it for the right temperature.

She didn't have the right wrench. Feil went into the kitchen to get the right one. On the way she noticed the door open to the bathroom and went to see if Seth needed anything. What she saw made her hotter then he'd been before.

Seth turned around and smiled. "Hi Feil... you look like you could use a shower too... want to join me?" His cock was hardening as he gazed at the beautiful sexy woman in front of him.

"Um...I uh...that is...you sure about this?" she asked not taking her eyes off of him.

He smiled. "You're overdressed aren't you? Get comfortable and come over here... how's that for an answer?"

Blushing she just nodded. God when did her mouth go so dry? Tearing her eyes off him she got undress. Looking up she still just stood there watching him.

Seth looked her up and down and then deep into her eyes raised his hand to her. "Come to me." He smiled, and wanted to taste those lips... taste the rest of her.

Taking his hand she let him pull her to him. She gasped at the feel of his hard body and looked up into his eyes. "Um... what now?"

He didn't speak at first, instead he leaned down and captured her lips with his, kissed her deeply and longingly. "Do you feel me against you?" He asked while nibbled on her ear.

Shivers ran up and down her as she felt his breath and lips against her ear. She'd dreamed about this but had never actually thought it would ever happen. Slowly sliding her hands down his back and around and up to his chest, Feilan whispered, "Yes I do."

Seth nibbled his way down her cheek. Inhaling her scent and knowing all the things he want to do to her and have her do to him. "Then feel me..." His cock hard and throbbing.

Finally getting a hold of herself, she smiled at him. "I thought I was." she teased. Sliding her hands over his chest she rubbed his flat nipples till they were pebbled then leaned in and sucked one into her mouth.

He smiled and slid his hands along her body and rubbed her breasts before capturing her mouth with his. His hand rubbing her ass... His mouth descended to her soft and delicate throat.

She groaned and let her head fall back to give him better access. Sliding one hand down Feilan captured Seth's cock and slowly measured the length of it. "Yer not a little boy are you?"

Seth loved the feeling of her hand caressing him. "No I'm not, why don't you find out how a man tastes Feil." He watched her.

Biting his nipple once she slowly kissed and nibbled her way down his stomach. She licked the water off his navel and rubbed her chin against his erection. Feilan wanted this to last and wanted Seth to never forget it.

He ran his hands through her hair and watched her. He enjoyed every caress of her mouth and feel of her against him. He was savoring this, something he had wanted so badly for so long.

She knelt down and stroked him with her cheek. Slower still she cupped his balls with the other hand while she kept pumping him. Squeezing lightly with both hands Feil touched the tip of her tongue to the mushroom head of his cock. Licking the dew off she wrapped her tongue all the way around him and looked up to see his reaction.

Seth's intake of breath was hard. His head tilted back as he felt her tongue on his shaft, then look down with a smile. His jaw muscles clenched and released over and over.

Pulling him into her mouth, Feilan began a slow sucking and scraping to heighten the sensation for him.

Seth closed his eyes enjoying the sensations assailing him, he moaned as he felt her mouth engulf him.

Sucking him in deeper and deeper she felt him flex against her. This was the part she loved most, having a sexy guy like Seth under her control if only for a few moments of pure pleasure. Slower still she pulled back scraping her teeth along his hard length all the way to the tip. Nipping the hole she then licked down the underside to take his balls into her mouth.

Seth's intake of breath as she sucked his balls was getting him closer than he wanted. He pulled her up and kissed her deeply. A finger rubbed her pussy and found how wet she was, so he pulled her in his arms and took her to the bedroom. "Sorry baby but I am hungry for your pussy." He sat her on the bed then laid her back. He nipped her body from her breast down in kisses and small bites.

Feilan squirmed and shivered under Seth's on slot of her body. It felt so good to be touched by him, better then her dreams of him had been. Groaning she buried her hands in his thick hair, loving everything he was doing to her.

His mouth kissed around her pussy. His tongue lapping up the moisture then licked her pussy, tasting her, enjoying it. He was soon suckling her clit and rubbing her pussy.

Feil moaned and pushed her hips up to his mouth. Lightning was coursing through her from when he suckled her making her almost jump. She was close but not nearly close enough. "Seth please! I..." she groaned as more flames flickered through her.

Seth's tongue pushed deep into her, while he fingered her ass. The other hand rubbed her pussy. "You taste wonderful Feil...Mmmm..."

Fisting her hands into the bedding Feilan thrust her hips at him harder. The feel of double penetration was always a whammy for her. She liked it a lot but didn't advertise it. "Please Seth! I want you now!"

Seth looked up at her with knowing eyes. "You want me in your pussy or your ass Feil?" His fingers continued to pump inside her.

Growling deep in her throat Feil bucked against his mouth and said, "BOTH!"

Seth pulled up her leg and moved his cock into her and started to thrust harder and harder into her pussy. "How do you like that? Want it harder? You know I'm going to do your ass next, after I finish with your pussy. You're gonna have to clean my cock before I work on your ass."

"Yes harder! Shut up and kiss me!" Feil grabbed his head and pulled him down for a deep kiss. Tasting herself on his lips she delved her tongue deep into his mouth wanting the taste of him to last forever.

Seth kept thrust into her with his cock and now his tongue. It was better than he'd ever believed it could be. He kept thrusting harder and harder into her.

Sucking on his tongue Feilan clenched her pussy hard around him. Every time his thrust in she tightened up.

Seth thrust into her harder and faster feeling her pulling at him. He pulled his cock out of her, glistening with her juices. "Clean my cock, because I am going to cum in your ass Feil... like that babe?"

"Yes!" Curling her tongue around him Feilan licked him clean.

He turned her over then reached down into her pussy with two fingers. "Ah yes lubrication..." Seth rubbed the fingers against Feilan's anus then slowly eased his cock into her. He slowly started to pump, slowly increased the speed of his thrusts. "How does that feel baby?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Don't stop, Seth, please don't stop! Harder Baby, I need it harder!" she cried out then shoved two fingers up her pussy to help her along.

Seth kept increasing his speed and the force of his thrusts as he plowed into her ass. A hand grasped her flaming red hair as if he was riding a horse. He continued to thrust in Feil.

Feeling his balls slapping against her Feilan reached back and tickled them to see what Seth would do.

Seth smiled and reached down and rubbed her pussy. "I need something to drink..." He then pulled back his hand and sucked on his fingers.

Feilan was a little shocked by Seth's actions. She'd never seen him like this before or ever dreamed that any of this would ever really happen. What she found most shocking of all was that she liked him this way! "Seth! Please!"

Seth thrust into her and smiled. "Please what, Feil?" He kept thrusting harder and harder.

"YES! Harder Baby please!" she cried out.

He increased and thrust harder and harder. "Want me to cum in you Feil? Want me to cum in your ass?"

"YES! Please Seth please!" It was all Feilan could do not to scream out as he continued to pound into her.

He gritted his teeth as he felt the pressure build up in his cock and soon flooded Feilan's ass with his cum....

Feilan's whole body went tight the same time that he came. Her orgasm hit her hard and in waves. It washed over her and ripped through her so hard she screamed at last.

Seth gently lowered her down and he followed slowly pumping in her as together they soon lay side by side... his cock still in her. "Was it as good as you had hoped for Feil?"

"Hoped for?" That came out in a gasp. "Dreamed about, yes. Hoped for, no. No I didn't let myself hope for this ever. It was better then my dreams though." Then she thought about it. "How long have you hoped for this Seth?"

Seth held her close and kissed her gently. "From the first time I met you Feil... the very first time."

"Really? That long ago? But you never said anything... We waisted all this time..." she laid her head back against his chest so she could snuggle closer. "So what do we do now?"

Seth smiled and kissed her again. "Anything we want... where do you want to go Feil?" He felt her body as it conformed to his and closed his eyes enjoying it.

"How bout we just stay right here for the next century or so?" Feil joked tipping her head back to kiss the underside of his jaw. "To me that would be perfect."

Seth held her tighter and ran a free hand over her body. "Sounds like heaven on earth to me." 



A Shower With Kami



It was the first warm spring night. We arrived home late, but I insisted that Kami get in the shower. She had school pictures in the morning and I didn't want to have to deal with us both fighting over the bathroom as usual.

Kami closed the bathroom door and started the shower. Just when I had gotten undressed the shower stopped and the bathroom door cracked open. "Dad, the shower head is clogged again!" I threw on a robe and headed for the bathroom. Kami had left the door ajar and I could see into the mirror. Kami was slowly putting on her robe. I never expected to be aroused by the sight of her firm young body. But her smooth ass was so tight and flawless and her slender body was so ripe for caressing I had no choice.

I tapped at the door and entered. "I'll fix it Hun," I said. As I worked, she leaned against the sink. I couldn't help but get aroused thinking of what I had just seen. "OK, there baby, it should work now" I said as I turned on the shower. Without hesitation Kami dropped her robe right in front of me and entered the shower. "Yea, thanks Daddy", she said as I stood there in amazement. Aroused, I watched her soap up her tight tanned body through the clear glass door.

"Dad, why don't you step in here too, you can wash my hair for me, ok?" Kami said above the sound of the pounding hot water." I hesitated for a moment and then dropped my robe and stepped into shower. Her back was to me, her soapy young body bumping into my hardening cock as we positioned to make room in the crowded stall. I tried to keep from getting an erection the best I could, but as her tight young ass kept sliding against my stiff pole and it was futile. My hands slowly began caressing her soft shoulders and then moved down over her tight young ass. The fragrant soap made her firm body slip through my roaming hands. 

Without a word she handed me the shampoo and asked if I would wash her hair. As I lathered her up, she stood with her back to me, her body so close that my now hard cock slid up and down on her tender flesh as her body moved to the rhythm of my hands working her hair.

She must have known what was happening and reached her hand behind her and began to stroke my soapy cock. I moaned as her soft little hand moved up and down my huge shaft. I placed my hands on her shoulders and removed her hand from my soapy prick. I placed my cock against the soft tender flesh of her ass and slid it up and down in her slippery crack.

"I was about to come when Kami said, "ok, I think we're done" As we rinsed off I couldn't help but think what I had done. Was this her way of saying I was way out of line? Would she tell her mom and her step-dad? I excused myself and put my robe back on and started to leave the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Kami said. "I need you to help dry me off!" I turned around and gently toweled off her hair. As I moved the towel down her smooth little body my head began to buzz with excitement. She turned and stood toward me as I rested on one knee and finished drying her tanned legs. Looking up, her tender young folds were right in my face.

I couldn't stop myself and without a word I grabbed her firm ass and pulled her pristine young lips to my mouth. She moaned as my hot tongue separated her pussy and entered her young body. Her hands rested on my head and pulled me into her as I continued to lick her smooth cunt. Her clit swelled as she neared orgasm. 

"Oh daddy" she yelled, as her young body pulsed in ecstasy. Her sweet juices flowed down her leg as she came. She nearly fell over during orgasm and I caught her with my hands. "It's time for bed now sweetie" I said. You're graduation pics are tomorrow and we want you to look your best!"

I picked her up in my arms and gently set her down on my bed, "you can sleep with me tonight, baby!"

"Yes Daddy," she replied, "but I doubt if we are going to get much sleep!"



A Shower with Pat



I had recently bought a townhouse in a development mostly populated by seniors or which I had just become one of. At least twice every day I would take my dog for a walk around the development. The obvious purpose was to give me and my dog some exercise but my ulterior motive was to meet some of my neighbors, especially those of the feminine persuasion.

After a couple of weeks I had come to know several of the neighbors, especially those who also walked dogs. One in particular I found interesting, but at the outset, I could not tell you why. She had a nice smaller dog much like mine; she was short and at least my age. Her figure was what; average. That was until I really looked at her breasts. I am not sure what kind of bra she wore but while she did not look large breasted, on closer examination her boobs seemed to spread across her chest with maybe with the intent of hiding how big they really were.

We met regularly and had small talk. Once I said that I was not pleased with the master bath attached to the master bedroom. Pat said, "You don't have a shower with the multiple heads? You have a corner bathtub." 

I replied in the affirmative. "Well, you don't know what you are missing" was her response. As I was thinking of remodeling the bath anyway, her comments got my thought processes going. 

A few days later I was driving home and was passing Pat's unit. She was sitting on the porch, glass in hand. It was the cocktail hour so given the warmth of the day it was not unusual to see occupants out enjoying the late summer weather and a drink. I stopped and called to ask how she was doing she responded asking if I wanted a drink an offer I could not refuse. "Let me take the car home, let the dog out and I will be back." 

After taking care of the dog I returned to find Pat still sitting in the same place waiting for me. "Would you like a drink? I am going to have another," she said. Agreeing that a beer would be nice on a warm day I asked if I could help but she declined. Shortly she was back with our drinks and we proceeded to have some small talk, the weather, and the neighbors and so on. 

After a while she asked if I had done any more thinking about my bathroom. I said that I had but that I had not come to a firm conclusion as to whether to gut the room and start over or to just do relatively modest changes. Pat said that if I did not consider a large shower with multiple heads I was missing an opportunity that really only comes once, especially at our age. She then said, "Would you like to see my shower?" I replied that it would certainly help my thought process.

She led the way into her home and up the stairs. The layout was virtually identical to mine. We went in through her bedroom to the master bath. Here things were quite different. The cabinets containing the sinks were along the right hand wall with two sinks, where I had one. The toilet was in an alcove on the left so that if one came into to room opening the door fully, it closed the entrance to the toilet thus providing a measure of privacy. Next to the toilet but separated by a full wall was the 4 foot by 5 foot shower all clad in marble with a full glass door on the entry side. It had a multiple of water sources, a rain head, a hand held "telephone" head and thee jets on each of the end walls spread about two feet apart vertically.

I commented what a lovely arrangement she had. I asked about the absence of a tub to which Pat responded that there was a full bath with combined shower and tub across the hall for use by guests. I asked what she liked about the multi-headed shower which prompted a grin and the explanation that she could run all of the heads or select only those that suited her needs on an individual basis. I could guess what she meant but did not want to sound too inquisitive as to what those needs might be. I responded that all she needed was a masseur or shower boy to wash her back. I was a bit surprised when she came back with, "Are you volunteering?" 

I said, "Sure, it would be my pleasure." 

A bit hesitantly she said "When?" 

I said "How about now?" She nodded but did not give a verbal response. I took this as an agreement.

I took off my shirt and let it fall to the floor. With a slight bit of hesitation Pat followed, letting her blouse fall as well. She turned with her back to me and said, "Take my bra off please." It was a large bra with three clasps along the back. I managed to unhook each without embarrassing myself. Then she turned and looking me straight in the eye shrugged it off her shoulders letting it drop down her arms and allowing her breasts to fall free. Despite my previous observations I was still shocked; they were mammoth! They hung about half way to her waist but at the same time were full and delightful to behold. Pat without trying to hide them said, "I am always self-conscious when I expose myself to someone for the first time." 

"Don't be, I find you a delight as I knew I would" was my response. Fearing we might lose momentum, I dropped my shorts letting Pat see my package. While not to be considered overly large, I had enough to be not embarrassed. She looked for a moment and then putting her hands in the waist band of her panties peeled them down her legs, stepping out of each in turn. Her round belly and a nicely rounded pussy caught my attention. A bit of hair but not too much crowned her Mound of Venus.

Without hesitation Pat said, let me get the water adjusted; it is a bit tricky the first time. When she was satisfied, she said, "Now let's see how good you are as a shower boy." I followed her in and she stood with her back to me handing me a bottle of shower gel. The rain shower was off but the two arrays of horizontal nozzles were hitting Pat in the front and me from behind. They pulsed giving an interesting sensation as they massaged my back. I wonder what it was doing for Pat. They must have been hitting her breasts and her Mound of Venus. 

I poured some gel into my hand and rubbed it over her back. Starting at her neck, I massaged and worked my way over her shoulders and then her arms. I felt her start to relax as I worked on some tight muscles down her neck and into her shoulder area. Then I worked south, moving down her back to her bum. I was diligent in soaping her up and massaging gently each area. Mid way down her back my hands worked their way around her lower rib cage coming in contact with her breasts. I did not want to minister to them at this stage so simply nudged them and went on.

Her bum was a different matter. It was not fat and flabby thank goodness. It was firm and one could feel the muscles tense then relax as my hands worked her two cheeks. I parted the cheeks of her ass and soaped everything playing gently with her tight anus. I could feel her tense but she did not say anything so I just moved on. As I soaped her thighs especially running my hands up her inner thighs I wondered how she would react. Much to my pleasure she shifted spreading her legs slightly but perceptively further apart. Taking this as an invitation, at the top of each stroke I let me hand drift over her labia, not trying to penetrate further but at the same time worshiping that fountain of joy. Pat's only reaction was to lean back into my chest spreading her legs even farther apart in the process. I gave her mound a gentle squeeze and then moved on doing her lower legs before saying, "I guess it is time for the front."

She turned and I put some more gel on my hands, starting at her neck I worked down over her upper chest and underarms. Then I proceeded to wash down her sides just brushing against her large breasts. I took one large breast in one hand and lifted it off her rib cage giving it a good soaping. While holding it up, I made sure the rib cage underneath was cleaned as well. I went back to the breast itself paying close attention to the nipple, flicking it and squeezing it. I thought it was hard before I started but was surprised when it stood even more erect as the result of my ministrations. The same was true of the other one.

I proceeded south over her round belly to her upper thighs paying special attention to the inner portions. Then not to subtly started to wash her mound. I wondered what her reaction would be but was pleased when she pressed against my hand and spread her legs. I massaged her there in a circular motion for about a minute and heard a quiet moan escape from her throat. Using my middle finger I spread her outer labia and stoked even further. With no resistance experienced I penetrated past her inner labia and ran my fingers from her rectum past her vagina till I encountered her clitoris. It was erect and by feel quite large. I ministered to this center of pleasure and Pat threw her arms around my neck pressing her boobs against my chest. "Put your fingers inside me" she said and I obliged. Even without the gel I know that she was well lubricated. I put one finger into her vagina and she said "No, please another." I complied and proceeded to run my fingers in and out searching for her g-spot. With my thumb I also rubbed her clit. It did not take long until her arms tightened around my neck and she gave a shriek of passion. Pat clung there as I slowly withdrew my fingers and allowed her to relax after a super orgasm. She stood back, looking me in the eye and saying, "That was phenomenal. I have not cum like that in a long time." 

I responded, "Would you like some more?" 

After a brief pause, she responded, "Yes, I would love you to play with my boobs and then eat me." I did not need a lot of encouragement. "Let's dry off and I will do my best to pleasure you." Pat got out and handed me a towel. I proceeded to dry her back and up and down her legs and then turning around dried her front, making sure to lift those enormous breasts drying underneath. While lifting each I brought the nipple to my mouth and sucked for about 15 seconds. 

Pat returned the favor, playing special attention to my sack and cock that was standing at attention. She said that once I had satisfied her it would be her turn to pleasure me. I said that I would look forward to getting my reward. She took me by the hand and led me to her bed. "Pleasure me" was the explicit instructions. Laying down beside her I started to stroke her body gently like a feather starting with her chest and running down her cleavage making detours to each nipple in the process. I worked my way south over her belly and caressing her mound and gently stimulating each of her inner thighs. As I did I could feel her become more aroused, spreading her legs to provide greater access. 

I rose up so that my lips could replace my hands kissing her lips and eyelids and then her arm pits and proceeded to go down her ample cleavage bringing each breast in turn up so that I could worship her nipples. Pat started to moan and this point and then I continued down over her belly my lips and longue circling around but not actually touching her pubis. I kissed her inner thighs and then explored the valley between each leg and her pleasure mound. I could tell that her desire had risen and that she was desperate for some more specific worshiping.

With her legs spread well apart, I was able to kneel between them. Gently with my fingers I spread her labia exposing her slit. It was pink and moist and inviting. I could not help but want to worship this alter of delight orally. I bent forward and allowed my tongue to trace the cleft starting with just below her vaginal opening and proceeding up until I reached her clit. I knew from my ministrations in the shower that it was larger than the average. However, now I could see it first-hand, I realized just how large it was in it's excited state. My tongue flicked it a few times and then I took it in my mouth and truly sucked on it. This drove Pat crazy as she moaned and squirmed on the bed below me. While not taking my lips from her clit, I managed to insert a finger into her vagina searching for her G spot. She said breathlessly, "Don't stop, don't stop!" so increased the pressure on both points. Soon her moans turned to shrieks of pleasure and she lifted her hips up off the mattress and I couldn't believe the amount of female fluids surged around my finger and onto my hand. I had to lap up as much as I could before allowing her to recede from her state of extreme arousal. 

After she had recovered, she said, "Now it is your turn; lie down and relax." Doing as I was told, she got right to business. Taking my erection in her hand she went to work with her mouth first kissing me passionately as our tongues entwined. She then went to my nipples bighting them and teasing them while stroking my cock. Soon her attention went totally to my genitals. Her mouth engulfed my penis and her talented hands massaged my balls and played with my rectum. It was driving me to distraction!. "Pat please straddle me so that I can see and lick your pussy again. She complied without missing a beat swinging her leg over me so that her pussy was right in my face. My tongue dove into her vagina and she increased the pressure with her tongue and mouth on my member that was screaming for relief. It did not take long and we came almost simultaneously, me filling her mouth with my cum and her once again flooding my face with that heavenly nectar that only comes when a woman is truly aroused. 

She collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing heavily. Lying there for what seemed like an eternity allowed each of us to recover sufficiently. Pat got off me and returned with a warm wet wash cloth and cleaned up first my face and then my groin. She then cuddled up against me holding my hand and just sighing. "If you give me a little while to recover, I will show you what it is like with me inside you." She laughed and said, "I don't go all the way on a first date. Wait for next time!"

To be continued!



A Shower's Digression



Oh! how trying a workout may be when frustrations require such a forum for expression.  I, for the unknowing reader, am a female of tall stature, golden blonde hair, and sky blue eyes highlight fair features and sweet accents, of 18 years.  My frame is slender but not frail, as I stand nigh on 5'8", and my bra measures 34b.  

 Returning to the story, I shall now set the scene.  After an incredible workout, I quitted the gym to the female showers late in the afternoon.  I was soaked in sweat, and shed my blue tank top, black sports bra, and spandex bottoms with great haste, flitting from my locker to the shower.  The gym was obviously preparing to close down, as it usually does at that hour.
I had turned on the shower, at first cold, then too hot, and revelled in the fact that I was alone in the large rectangular room with protruding shower heads and aged tiles, which would serve to remind most any person of a jail scene. 

 Anyway, I shall confess, that I love the thrill of sexual activity with the possibility of being caught.  This highlights my love life with such indulgences as sex in a Macy's changing room; this was in the lingerie section, of course.  

 So, to please my impulses, i slowly worked my right hand down my water-lubricated body to my easily excitable vagina.  With my left hand, i squeezed my perky nipples, which are puffy, for the inquisitive, and I proceeded to separate my pussy lips with two of my fingers.  My clit was urging for some activity, so my left hand left my breast and journeyed down to my clit, while I assumed a squatting position, so that my right hand could penetrate my vagina.  My two middle fingers penetrated my pussy as my head was being drowned by a steady weak flow of water from the shower head above me.

 Had I had a heart problem, at this point, I would have most certainly died of shock, without a doubt.  This is because when I opened my eyes, I saw a beautiful and petite woman standing at the shower's entrance slightly grinning.  My first act was to rise and cover my genitals, even though I was in the shower. 

 To describe this venus, words could not begin to do her justice, but I shall try nonetheless.  She was maybe 5'5", with brown hair and dark black eyes that seemed to pierce my thoughts and read my mind.  Her breasts were incredible- a 36c, if not d, easily, though her frame surprisingly athletic; I saw a straight stomach and I believe a line or two of definition.

 This woman was wearing just a plain white t-shirt, and very tight cut off jean shorts.  She continued to approach me, clothed, and felt the water that was pouring on my frozen frame, with mouth ajar.  At this point, she said, "You'll get no where like this; I suggest you let me show you what an orgasm really feels like."

 I was far too embarressed to even move as this remarkable woman kneeled down under me, and gently moved my legs apart.  She then began to slowly kiss my inner thighs and rub her hands around my sensitive, blonde, pussy.  Following this she took the action to my clit.  Her technique was phenominal.  She sucked on my clit while penetrating my pussy with four fingers, and fingering my ass, and she swirled my clit around in incredible circles like a tornado.  She then flicked my clit rapidly and softly, nibbling on it periodically with her teath, tempting me.  

 At this point I had lost all sensibility and couldn't help shutting my eyes fiercly and embracing this sensation.  I orgasmed once when she bit down on my clit the first time.  I screamed, "OH MY GOD!!! AHHHHHHHHHH! MORE! MORE! MORE! AH AH AH AH AH!!!"  This was incredible and at this point I looked down while trembling from the sensation and spasming happening throughout my body, and saw she was finishing and rising to face me.  

 The beauty's top was soaked, and her nipples were very visible as it was plastered to her chest, and her jean shorts were unzipped, and one of her hands was rubbing her clit.  She then smiled and opened her mouth slightly.  Drool of saliva and my cum then dribbled out of her mouth, as she placed her hand on my cheek, and said, while drooling, "My name's Lucy, I'll leave a card on your bag; call me some time so we can set up a date for you to repay me for my generosity..."

I don't know if I'll respond and follow-up; this has all ben very intense.  That decision will probably hinge on what feedback I receive form this tale of mine...