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Celebration Ch. 01

By: Brazen_Woman



It's late in the summer and we have both been working way too much. We really haven't had much free time lately.

I have decided that I want to treat you to a night out, so I covertly plan a nice dinner out and who knows what else.

The date is finally here and I ask you to go up and take a nap for a couple of hours because I have a surprise for you tonight. You think I want to have sex, but when we get upstairs to rest, I tell you that we will not have sex now, and make you leave me alone so that we can both sleep.

I have set the alarm for 2.5 hours later, and we drift off to sleep. When we wake, we shower, and still, I do not let you touch me other than actually showering, and you wonder what I could possibly be planning.

I pick out your clothes, since you do not know what to wear for the occasion, and we both get dressed to go.

You know it must be pretty swanky for our normal routine, because you don't often see me in heels, and you don't mind wearing a jacket, but it's unusual for you to do so.

When we are ready, we go downstairs, and the doorbell rings. You open the door, and the first thing you see is a knockout of a woman, standing there in a black, skirted uniform and cap. She asks you if you are ready to go. Before you can even note the limo parked in the driveway behind her, you think, "You have no idea how 'ready to go' I am."

You can't help but stare at her, open mouthed and almost drooling.. she is beautiful.. long, thick red hair flows from beneath her cap and her eyes are the greenest ones you've seen other than mine. I come to the door, and you turn to me, speechless, as I say hello to her and tell her that we are all set to go. She turns from us and walks toward the limo, her heels clicking on the driveway, her incredible ass swishing hypnotically from side to side as she moves. You know I'm not the jealous type, and that I don't get upset that you openly show interest in other women, so you continue to watch her until she gets to the car and opens the limo door for us. 

She is wearing a scent that makes your head a little light, and it lingers in the still summer air as we follow her path to the car.

I enter the car first, and you follow. We both notice the glimpse of the amazing cleavage beneath her jacket and white button down shirt when she bends into the car to show us the car's amenities and asks if there is anything else we would like before we leave the house. You look again at me, inquiring with your look too, and I tell her no, we're fine, and thank you. She closes the door and goes to the driver's door, gets in, and starts the car.

You ask me where we are going and I simply tell you that we are going to dinner and nothing more. You tell me that I look amazing and you turn to me and put your hand on my thigh. Even though I want you to take me right now, I tell you that we are not going to do anything to mess up my appearance before dinner. You tell me that finger fucking me won't mess up anything, but I still insist that you wait.

So, you relent, satisfied for now to sit next to me as we drink some champagne and relax during the ride.

When we arrive at the restaurant, she again opens the door for us and we go in to eat.

We have never been here before, but it has a reputation for being excellent. We are seated immediately as I have made reservations, and the waiter brings menus. The restaurant is set up so that there are no more than three small booths with tables in any one area, and for now, we are alone in our alcove. The tables are covered with floor length table linens and there are flowers and candles on each.

The waiter returns with water and takes our orders and wine choice, and we sit talking quietly, with you still trying to get your hand further up my mid-thigh dress.

After a few moments, I ask you if you liked our limo driver, as I picked her just for you. You reply that she made you hard as soon as you answered the door and that you are still not quite settled down yet. It is now that I tell you that it's time to give you your first treat of the evening.

Before you can ask me what it is, I lift the tablecloth and quickly slip beneath the table. I hear you gasp quietly, "Oh my God".

I begin to rub your thighs and crotch, carefully avoiding your cock for now. You squirm forward a bit in the seat so I can have better access and finally I reach up to unzip you and take your already throbbing dick out of your pants.

Slowly, I stroke you under the table and the excitement of what I am doing to you in this public place makes pre-cum ooze from you. I lick it with the tip of my tongue, enjoying the taste of you. Suddenly, you feel my warm, wet mouth around the head, my tongue swirling around it and quickly making you very hard. I take your entire cock into my mouth now, working it up and down, in and out, faster and faster, sucking harder as I progress. You are trying so hard to act like nothing is going on, like I simply went to the ladies' room, as I give you what feels like the best blowjob of your life.

I hear the waiter return to the table, and I slow down a bit to let you taste the wine and approve it, still licking the underside and sucking the head as you try to act normally. The waiter winks at you and leaves, and I continue to drive you insane with my mouth under the table. In a few minutes, you can't stand it anymore and struggle to remain quiet as you surge your hips toward me and release your huge load into my mouth. You feel me swallow it and continue to suck you lightly until you are as clean as you can be for now. I put you back together and wait while you adjust yourself so I can return to my seat beside you.

You tell me that you are impressed that I didn't even mess my hair and kiss me intently, brushing my breast with your fingers as you do.

The waiter returns with our order, and we take our time enjoying it, sharing, etc.

Afterward, we return to the limo and I tell the driver to just take us on a sightseeing tour for a while. As the car starts to move, I sit in the seat across from you and you can see for the first time that I am not wearing any panties. You had suspected this, but I had not let you confirm it until now.

Remembering the treat at the restaurant, you are eager to return the favor, and reach for the button to slide the privacy glass into the up position. When it closes, you remove your finger from the button and I reach over, pressing it down again. I tell you that I want her to see what a great pussy eater you are and to let her watch us in the rearview mirror.

She can hear the conversation, but only smiles. You position yourself between my legs and begin to lick my inner thighs and the outer areas of my already moist twat. I moan softly and spread my legs farther apart, using my fingers to open my pussy completely for you and running my fingers over my clit. I begin to breathe faster and moan louder as you work your tongue in and out and over my clit and finger fuck me madly. Suddenly, I grab your head and push it tightly into me and grind into your mouth as I cum long and hard.

I watch you as you return to your seat and work quickly to remove your pants. You tell me to turn around so you can enter me from behind. I am sitting in the seat facing the back of the limo, and when I turn around and get on my knees in the seat this way, my head enters the driver compartment of the limo. We are stopped at a red light, and the driver turns to me and we kiss each other deeply. This is another surprise for you and you stop what you are doing and watch us as our tongues intertwine and explore each other's mouths. I tell her that you are going to fuck me now, and she kisses me deeply again, now sitting at a green light. She tells me what a lucky woman I am, and finally, we are in motion again. I feel you enter me now, taking your time, wanting to stroke me slowly and completely as she drives us. I whisper to her how good it feels to have your cock inside me, that you always fuck me so good, it makes me crazy.

We are on city streets now, and she drives slowly. As I talk to her, she reaches down and hikes her skirt up as high as she can. Leaning farther over into the driver area, I reach down and insert my fingers between her pussy lips and then put them to my mouth, tasting her wetness. Then I wet them with her juices again and reach behind me to offer them to you as you continue to fuck me slowly. When you've tasted her on my hand, to your sheer pleasure and amazement, I slide my fingers into my own pussy and put them to her lips. She licks them clean and we kiss each other again as you watch.

Your pace has gradually increased as we put on this show for you and I know that you will soon be unable to hold off your orgasm. I urge you to fuck me harder and deeper as I put my hand inside her blouse and pinch her nipples firmly, making her moan now too. As she moans, I feel your grip tighten and your body spasm as your climax consumes your mind and cock.

I whisper something you can't hear in her ear and she nods. I take a minute to remove my dress and then sit on your lap facing you and bring your mouth to my nipples, each in turn. You take your time nibbling and stimulating them with your tongue and lips. You tell me how incredible tonight has been. I laugh and tell you that it has only just begun.

Celebration Ch. 01



1 - Morning

This story is the first in a series. Part 1 may not be as interesting as part 2. But if you can stick to the end, it is a good set up for what is to follow. I hope you enjoy the series.

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Still only semi-conscious, I reach over in the dark to you. Your side of the bed is warm, but you are not there. I sigh as I sit up, bleary-eyed. I see a light outside our bedroom. My legs drop to the floor and I stumble toward it.

I enter the living room. I find two lights on. The smell of coffee wafts from the kitchen where a small light is left on. But only the cat comes in to me from the back door, left ajar so he can get out to the screened back porch. He is silent as to your whereabouts. The only sound is the low hum of the house fan.

The other light shines in from the front porch. Now I know. You have gone walking in our quiet middle-class neighborhood before anyone arises to disturb the peace. Our son has gone to spend the weekend with his buddy as they go to visit the family farm. Aside from the cats, I am alone in the house.

The cat trots back out to the back porch as if I should follow. I grab a cup of coffee and join him. He looks at me as if to say, "Why would you be anywhere else?" I have to agree with him. Early fall in our part of Texas brings cool comfortable mornings like this one. It isn't cold. A little humidity and a light breeze on my bare arms and legs feel nice.

I step out into the backyard, immersing myself into the fresh morning air. The grass is damp with dew and a gentle gust stimulates my skin. I glance around. Our yard is surrounded by a tall wooden privacy fence. The two story houses around us are dark and quiet. I smile as I set down my coffee on the empty birdbath.

I cast off all my clothes, leaving them scattered around me on the lawn. Free of any covering, my sense of touch is heightened in the cool breeze. The sensations on my bare body are invigorating. I part my legs to allow the breeze more ready access to caress my uncovered genetalia. It feels good. I walk around our property enjoying the glory of the morning. Naked as when man was created, my senses are awakened. I feel alive and free.

I reach for the coffee. Your coffee enriches any experience. I think about you, and your imminent arrival.

A thought crosses my mind and I chuckle at the absurdity of it. In the privacy of the pre-dawn darkness, I imagine you gliding gracefully on your stroll, your lovely form flowing over the sidewalks, your soft red hair flowing in the breeze outside everyone's front door, completely naked. Confidently striding, your muscles flexing and trembling with each footfall, you are alone as Lady Godiva, feeling the same fresh sensuous breeze over your naked breasts and vulva that I am feeling. And I am your peeping Tom, gazing at you through the slightly parted curtains of my imagination.

The breeze touches me again and I feel my body respond.

Your footsteps on the front porch signal your return. You go to the kitchen for your own cup of coffee. Suddenly, I need a refill.

You hear me entering from the back and laugh as you see me emerging from the darkness, my light skin glowing in the subdued light of the kitchen. Your amusement stimulates me further.

From the top of the back steps, you look down to me. Unclothed while you are dressed, I feel a sense of subjugation. My vulnerability gives me a surprising feeling of luscious disadvantage I have not known before. I think I like it.

"I see you're dressed for the occasion," you tease.

"I am."

I step up close to you at the counter and reach for the carafe. I place my hand delicately around your hip as I pour us both some coffee. I feel you move slightly, receiving my touch. Your face glows from your exertions. I feel your warmth radiating to my cooler body as the texture of your clothes rakes my bare skin.

My rising arousal begins to search for your touch.

"And just what is the occasion?"

"Your return, of course."

You pick up your full mug of black coffee and turn under my hands, facing me, and lean on the counter. The fabric feels coarse against my naked flesh. My extended penis rubs against thr front of your shorts. I am warming in your heat. My erection is nearly full.

My hand is now at the top of your shorts on your hip. I reach around you, leaning gently forward into your heat, to get some sweetener. My chest brushes the smooth fabric of your 

T-shirt, cushioned by your soft breasts. My arm touches yours as I stir.

"Will you be celebrating?" you ask, innocently.

"I hope so."

You look into my eyes, seeing my desire. I see your amusement.

"How will you be celebrating?"

"I'll find a way."

I lean in to kiss you, but you push me away. Surely, I think, you will celebrate with me. I decide to ignore your resistance. But you continue to push back. When I still refuse to stop, you spank my naked bottom sharply. The smack resonates through the kitchen. I feel a warm tingle spread across that cheek.

I gasp and look into your eyes. My hardness is pressing into your shorts, but you are resolute. Unapologetic, I lean in to kiss you, again.

You swat me again, landing an even sharper blow. The mild sting adds stimulation to the warm tingle of the first smack. My hardness is rigid. I am aroused enough to take you now, but the playful game we have begun beckons stronger. I lean away.

"You assume I am ready to celebrate?" you ask vampishly.

"I hope so."

"Well, I'm not ready."

"I am."

"Okay," you giggle.

You pick up your coffee in one hand and grab my erection in the other. You pull me down the back steps onto the cool patio directing me to sit. You sit facing me.

"Are you ready now?" I ask.

"No!" You slap me playfully on the thigh. "You're going to get me ready."

You put a green gardening pad, left on the patio, on the concrete floor in front of you. You stand, and hook your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and panties. You wiggle your hips as you push them to the ground and step out.

You sit on the chair and raise your feet to the seat. You spread your thighs as far apart as you can.

"Come on," you say with an urgent, insistent tone, motioning for me to kneel down on the pad to service you.

I kneel before you. Shades of pink color your flesh like a rose. Your scent is musky, earthy. Your outer lips are the lightest shade, nearly white like your creamy skin, but blushing with the rush of blood causing it to start swelling.

The flesh of your darker inner lips is enlarged and protruding, sparkling with your growing moistness like soft ruffled petals glistening in the dew.

The tiny bud of your clitoris is nearly red, swollen and protruding.

Your gaping vagina is like a descending tube. The walls are glistening with moisture as it yawns, needing to be filled. It is like a hungry, thornless stem.

Your bright red pubic hair spreads like leaves around the flower of your sex. I look at it, smelling your aroma. I am ready to pick your fresh lovely flower.

Your face is serious, your gaze piercing.

"Do you like what you see?" Your voice has a tremor in it, like you are nervous about showing me you personal part, like this, anyway.

"It's like a flower."

Your breathing gets heavier.

"What do you think you should do?" Your voice is clearly trembling now. This kind of brazenness is not usual for you. I wonder if it excites you.

"I think I should pick it."

You bring your hands between your thighs and place your fingers on your inner lips. Your eyes are closed and your head is back. You speak but your voice is subdued. I can barely hear you say, "Take it."

I lower my lips to yours. Gently, I kiss and suck. I press my tongue deep into your recesses, tasting the nectar within. I pull your inner lips into my mouth and fondle them there. Tenderly I nibble, eating your most sensitive parts. 

You squirm, twisting and making pouty grunt noises as I slather your flesh with saliva. My lips and my tongue make love to your folds. You hold your knees apart allowing me to remain inside you. I flick, I kiss, I lip your sweet flesh. You are delicious and I enjoy feasting on your arousal. You reward me with more of your juices which I consume eagerly, happily. 

I continue to devour you as your desire peaks. I try to hold you on the verge of explosion as long as I can. You writhe and squeal and your hips begin to flex, humping as I service your desire.

Finally, you can take no more. You clench your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut, stifling a scream, and the picking of your rose.

It's several minutes before you can speak. I sit in the chair opposite you, watching your body relaxing as I wait. Finally, you glance at me. I am still erect.

"That was worth celebrating," you gasp.

I smile.

"Now you can celebrate," you say, teasing.

"Why don't you help me?"

You giggle. "Maybe I will."

You lean forward in your chair. With one elbow on your knee, you reach for my rigid hardness, standing perpendicular to my body. You lightly hold my shaft in your fingertips.

"It's warm," you say, slowly stroking its length.

You circle my hardness. I fill your whole hand. You stroke me, lulling me into a blissful trance.

"You like that."

I sigh.

It seems a long time that you continue working your hand up and down my shaft. I don't notice you gradually tighten your grip. Holding me firmer and firmer, you increase your tempo little by little, until my eyes fly wide open to find you pumping my shaft vigorously.

You laugh at my surprise and drop to your knees on the gardening pad, now between my legs. With both hands in my crotch, you force my legs apart. You grope my entire genital area, hair, shaft, tip and scrotum, watching my face.

I grunt.

"This is interesting," you observe with delight.

"It's nice,"

"You like it, I suppose."

"A lot. Do you like doing it?"

"It's interesting to watch your reaction. It's sexy. Yeah, it's fun!"

You lean your face in closer and tease my testicles in your tongue before slowly licking up my shaft. With a swirl around the tip, you look up at me, holding my genitalia in both hands.

"You've gotten harder."

"I believe it."

You lean back in and open your mouth over my scrotum. Gently you envelope my sack with your lips and gently tease my testicles in your mouth. You hold and stroke my rigid member. The sensation is exquisite. I suck a breath and tighten my body.

Releasing my testicles, you tilt your head to place my shaft in your mouth sideways, like a hot dog in a bun. You work up and down my hardness, sucking and licking the sensitive underside. You repeat this several times before moving your lips all the way up my hardness to seal the tip of my penis in your mouth. You stroke the tip in your wet lips, teasing it with light flicks of your tongue.

You hold my shaft tightly, stroking as you begin to suck, pulling my further into your mouth, then out, then in and out over and over mimicking our coitus. 

I grasp your head in my hands. Your soft hair dangles and swishes over my sensitive thighs and stomach as you continue sucking and licking me closer and closer to climax. I thrust your mouth as you bob up and down over my bright red hard-on.

"I'm getting close," I snap.

"Tell me when you're about to go," you gasp.

It isn't long before I begin to twist and twitch.

"I'm about to go," I warn.

You come off of my penis with a smack. You continue hammering my shaft in your hand, still wet from your saliva and my pre-cum.

You are performing a most deeply personal act on my body. I am on display for you, now. Physically and emotionally bared, it excites me to see you watching me as you manipulate my cock.

Soon my excitement builds to the breaking point. A spurt of milky white semen flies from my penis. It splashes on my stomach as a small eruption of creamy lava pours from my body over my shaft and your hand. It seeps into my pubic hair, matting it with thick globs. Cum spreads over my abdomen and thighs.

Your look of astonishment is priceless.

I lay back in the chair, panting and flushed as you slowly bring my sex down from its summit. You wipe my semen on my thigh, thoroughly cleaning your hand on my skin. You sit back looking at me, amused.

"How was it?" you ask with seemingly mild interest.

"Very nice," I say. 

"Don't make a mess."

I press my legs together to keep semen from dribbling onto the patio furniture and floor.

"Can you get me a towel?"

You smile mischievously.

"No. You seem to be doing fine."

Semen begins to run down my side. I have to block it with my arm. You are amused.

"How are you enjoying your celebration?" you ask, teasing me.

"It was fun."

"Was? Who said it was over?"

"It's not over?"

"The party has just begun."

Your cryptic comment is almost enough to arouse me again. But you seem to know I will need some recovery time before I can continue "the party."

For now, you have me fix breakfast, still covered in my own juices. At first, it is comically messy. As it drips down my body and legs, it begins to feel sexy, like I'm wearing only my orgasm.

You have me do some odd jobs around the house to take rest of my morning, still naked, still soaking in cum.

"You better clean up," you finally tell me at lunch time. "I'm taking you out."

It was time for the celebration to continue.

All I knew was that I needed to dress casually. You dressed while I was cleaning up, so by the time I put on jeans and a polo shirt, you were waiting for me in the living room. You wore a short loose skirt and sandals, with a blouse. I enjoyed watching your muscular legs as you stood up from the couch.

You insisted on driving. You take me to the Mexican restaurant near our house. 

We sit next to each other at a table in the bar and order our food. Televisions all around the top of each wall show broadcasts of various sports events, but we aren't watching them. We are focused on each other, touching and caressing hands and legs.

We finish our light meal quickly and you slip out to the restroom. I push my empty plate aside and notice a shuffleboard match on one of the televisions. Do people watch this, I wonder?

I welcome you back with a smile. As you slip into your chair, you drop a wad of lace onto the table in front of me. I pick it up. It is your panties. You blush as the waitress comes for our plates and sees what I am holding. She smiles. This isn't the first time she's seen this.

I find a folded note inside:

"My body is yours for the rest of the day, but only if you do not ejaculate until after dark. Let the celebration continue."

I feel a surge in my loins.

"Really?" It's hard to believe.

You nod.

I'm hard, believing it.

"Starting when?"

"Right now."

I place my hand on your knee. You look me in the eye as I slowly slide my hand up the inside of your thigh. I don't stop at your dress and you maintain eye contact, not flinching. I caress you thigh all the way to your uncovered sex. You bite your lip as I slowly massage your bare pussy.

When the waitress comes with the check, she notices what is going on under the table. You blush. I persist in petting your soft sex and you part your legs enough to allow me to continue my gentle massage. Still and relaxed, you appear to converge, just like a cat, content to be pet, subdued by the hypnotic stimulation of gentle pleasure, even as the waitress watches you.

Your breathing becomes shallower and the waitress bites her lower lip, I start to get hard. Her attention is focused on you, watching your head roll, trailing your long sof hair over your shoulders and breasts. Your chest is heaving and your hips roll with the movement of my hand on your crotch.

I see her eyes flash as I stop touching you to sign the bill. I think she's jealous of me. You are limp in your seat, deliciously aroused. You brush strands of your hair out of your face and smile weakly at the waitress, coyly glancing away. Could it be that she wants you for herself?

We stand and leave, but I am completely distracted by what is under your skirt.

"I like my present," I say as we buckle-up in the car.

"I hope you can use it," you say suggestively.

"I have some ideas."

On the short drive home, I have you pull up your skirt. I fondle and caress your naked crotch. I drive slowly. Your legs are spread wide open for me. You are giving me unfettered access. I know that you have truly presented all your flesh to me. My imagination begins to run wild with things I can do with your body. What will I do, now that I can do anything?



Celebration Ch. 02



She continues to drive and observe us as we make out in the back seat. After a few moments, she tells me that we have arrived at our destination, and I tell you that we must get dressed again. She parks in the hotel garage and waits for us to get decent. When we are ready, she opens the door and we enter the hotel, skipping the registration desk and following her to the elevators.

As we wait for the elevator, you stand behind me, pressing your newly excited cock firmly against me. Taking a half step forward, I discreetly reach my hand around behind me to rub it gently, teasingly. This makes you grunt slightly and move to press yourself against me again, wanting more satisfying contact with my body. You snake your hand up under my dress in an attempt to squeeze my ass, but before you can get very far, the elevator door opens and a large party of people begins to exit.

When they are gone, the three of us enter the elevator and she presses the button for the top floor. As the elevator zooms up to the top level of the hotel, you watch in amazement as I turn to our driver and kiss her again, pressing her sensuous body between mine and the wall of the elevator. She and I are lost in each other, quite aroused, and you can already smell our scents mingling in the small space we occupy.

Suddenly, the door opens and we are jolted from our embrace. We quickly exit the elevator and she leads us to the suite I have reserved.

She opens the door and when we are inside, hangs the Privacy sign on the door and sets the deadbolt.

There is sensual music softly playing, and there are candles and champagne waiting. I tell you that I want you to sit on the couch in the seating area. You do, and I sit in one of the chairs next to the couch.

The limo driver then comes to me and kisses me again. She has removed her cap and jacket, and you can see for the first time that she is bra less, her dark nipples showing beneath her white shirt. She looks at me and I nod.

She comes to you and sits to straddle your lap on the couch.

I tell you that you may not touch her just yet. She begins to move her hips to the music, grinding her pantiless pussy against the overwhelmingly excited cock in your pants. You are sitting in stunned silence as she lifts her skirt, letting you watch as she uses her fingers to rub her clit and stimulate her vagina. She puts her wet fingers to your mouth, letting you taste her once again.

You struggle to keep your hands at your sides and your hips involuntarily thrust repeatedly upward toward her waiting snatch.

You can feel her juices soaking the crotch of your pants as she continues to drive you mad this way.

I stand now, and move behind her.

I ask you if you are ready to see her naked now. You answer yes, and reach up to unbutton her blouse. I remind you that you are not to touch her and you return your hands to your sides.

As she continues to ride you this way, I take a handful of her hair and pull her head back, kissing her hotly as our tongues intertwine. Then I release her head and reach under her arms and around to the front. I slowly unbutton her blouse for you, taking my time to reveal her spectacular tits to you. I pull the blouse from her body and bend to suck her nipples, biting them just hard enough to make her gasp softly and grind into you more wantonly.

I tell her that I want to remove her skirt now, and she stands on the couch with her feet on either side of your legs.

Doing this pins your hands between her feet and your thighs, and you watch hungrily as I unzip the back of the skirt. It falls from her, revealing her smooth pussy literally "right in front of your eyes".

I tell her that it is her turn to experience what you can do with your mouth, and she lowers herself onto your face.

Her knees rest on the back of the couch as you work to pleasure her honey pot. She uses her fingers to open her twat for you and grinds it firmly around and up and down over your face.

During all this, I have begun to rim her, using my tongue and fingers to pleasure her tight, sensitive anus. Our attentions are well rewarded when her moaning turns to a scream of pure ecstasy. I reach up to help support her quaking body as she surrenders to an incredible orgasm.

As she finishes, she steps down from the couch and sits beside you on the couch. I have undressed now, and step up to take her place on the couch. As you begin to lick my juices, you feel her hands at your zipper. The relief you feel at finally having your aching cock released from your pants is unreal. After all this time, her touch is electric, making your dick practically jump into her hands.

You moan and mutter into my pussy as she takes you in her steaming mouth and begins to expertly perform fellatio on you.

Looking down, I can see her red head sexily bobbing up and down on your dick. I tell her to make sure she sucks your balls too, and I feel your body quiver as she does this to you. Watching you both, and the feeling of your tongue on my cunt is too much for me, and I hiss loudly to you that I am cumming and I buck my hips against your slick face as my orgasm explodes over me.

When I am finished, I get off the couch and move down to kneel beside her in front of you. She releases you from her mouth, and I take her place. Then, she joins me as we both run our tongues and lips over every inch of your lovely cock and balls. In a few minutes, we are both rewarded as you grunt lustfully and spew your hot cum over both our faces.

Happy, relaxed, and spent for the moment, you watch as her and I kiss again, savoring the taste of you on each other.

Now, I tell you it's your turn to sit in one of the chairs, and she and I get on the couch and continue to explore each other. You can hardly wait to see what (or who) cums next......



Celebration Ch. 02



The exhibitionist/voyeur aspect of this story is in the second half. Please hang in there and wait for it and enjoy the build! I hope you will read part 1 of the series. And please vote. I appreciate comments, too.

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II. Afternoon

You have given me your body for the day. I am determined you won't regret it.

I fondle your butt as you walk past me into the house. We've just gotten back from lunch and I'm anxious to use my present.

"You know," I say, "You look prettier in that skirt when I know you aren't wearing panties."

"Thank you." You twirl for me, letting the loose skirt fly high, giving me a glimpse of the treasures beneath. 

"I feel prettier in this skirt when you know I'm not wearing panties."

You pose suggestively.

"Do you want me to take it off?" you ask.

I had thought about having you on top with your clothes on. You could lower yourself onto my stiff penis and hump me underneath the skirt. But I had a lot of good ideas; more than I could pursue.

"Yes," I say. "Start with your top."

With a sexy smile, you pull your top over your head.

"So, you weren't wearing a bra either."

"I was pretty sure it would be coming off soon, anyway."

The soft curved mounds of your breasts are topped with rigid nipples, hungry for stimulation.

I admire the smooth curve of your neck and shoulders. Your upper torso tapers in a nice V-shape to your waist and tummy.

You undo the zipper n the side of your skirt. You raise your arms over your head, raising your hair off your neck. With a series of bumps and grinds, you gyrate your hips until the skirt slips to the ground, landing in a tumbled pile around your ankles. 

You place your hands on your bare hips. One knee is bent while you stand on the other leg. Your naked body is perched like a sultry portrait, the bright red triangle of your pubic hair as the focal point, exactly where you want my attention. You hold the pose for me.

Your red hair is disheveled. You are smiling gleefully with the delight of having given the perfect gift. You are the gift.

Having given your flesh to me in this decadent manner, you glow with an aura of anticipation; to be enjoyed lasciviously, admired lustfully, to be the object of my pleasure, arousal and fulfillment. You are ready to be ogled, or taken, touched or ravished, grabbed and pillaged.

"You are gorgeous," I say.

"Is that all?" you ask, hoping that it was not.

"I'd really like to take you and devour you right now."

"My body is yours."

I smile.

"Let's go take a nap," I say. "I want you rested for the days festivities."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

"If you insist," you say, disappointed.

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I am naked, sitting up on the bed, leaning back on a large pillow, gazing at your nude form. The soft curves around your breast and hip are rising and falling gently with each breath. Your relaxed repose is alluring. Though you don't usually sleep naked, but you do because I asked you to. In sleep, you are charging yourself for my bidding.

Your eyes flutter open as you begin to stir. You see me looking at you hungrily. You smile.

"See something you want?"

"I see something that's mine."

You giggle as you prop yourself up on one arm.

"What kind of possession am I? A prisoner? A slave?"

"A plaything."

You turn to sit cross-legged.

"What would you like to play?"

You stroke my bare thigh up to my groin and stroke my manhood as my flesh begins to rise.

"Something fun?" you ask.

I smile nodding.

"Sit up on your knees," I direct.

You shift to comply. Upright, you are statuesque. It is a powerful sight. Your straight back thrusts your bosom forward pushing your breasts toward me. The curve of your naked waist and hips provokes my desire further. You are full of delicious appeal. I lick my lips as I caress your naked flesh with my eyes. You feel that caress inside. Your thighs shift.

"Now what?" you ask submissively.

"I want to see your arousal. I want to watch you play with yourself."

You smile as you reach for your nipples. You close your eyes and rock your hips as you lightly touch each tender tip. Soon, your left hand drifts downward to the nether regions of your growing arousal. Gently, you touch your entrance with your middle finger, brushing it slowly up and down your fleshy slit. Carefully, you apply growing pressure, forcing your finger to slip inside your body.

I watch, delighted, as your finger disappears into the folds of your flesh. Your gold wedding band is on the hand that is touching your pussy as middle finger explores inside. 

My rising hardness pierces the air. I raise my hips longingly, still needing to cum. The movement swings my stiffness, slinging a tiny strand of pre-cum across both our thighs. I am fully hard as I sit up on the bed in front of you. You enjoy the effect your play has on me as you stroke your clitoris.

I touch myself intimately as I watch your building arousal. You are breathing deeply, watching my rigid penis as the tight skin slides over the blood-filled shaft under my firm grip, stroking myself as you stroke yourself.

"I can get off like this," you whine.

"You better stop for a second. Maybe you need a break."

You don't want to stop. You want to orgasm. But you comply. After all, you have given your body to me.

I reach into a drawer of the nightstand and pull out your favorite vibrator. It has two bullets connected with wires to a battery pack.

You take it, giggling.

"I hope you're enjoying this show. I sure am," you remark.

You turn on both bullets. One goes straight to your right nipple, you more sensitive one. You insert the other in your crotch. 

You close your eyes savoring the electronic petting. You thrust your hips slowly as your breathing grows heavier. Your skin is flushed.

"I'm gonna go."

Clearly you are on the verge.

"Don't orgasm," I insist.

You groan unhappily.

"I'm so close!" you complain.

My expression tells you I mean it, so you remove the vibrator from your clitoris. I take it and place it under my scrotum and press.

I gasp. You seem pleased.

"Do you like that?" you ask.

"It has its appeal."

"I think it's hot." 

You shift the bullet from your nipple to your clitoris. Both of us savor the sweet vibrations stirring up our desire. We watch each other play with the vibrator, our appetite growing stronger for each other.

"You know what I think would be hot?" I ask.

"What?"

"If you straddled me and mounted me right now."

"Ooo. I think that would be hot, too."

We continue playing with the vibrators for a minute.

"So," you ask. "Do you want me to mount you?"

I nod.

I reach into the drawer again and hand you a tube of "personal lubricant." You hold it over my rigid penis and squeeze on a dab. Its cool moistness causes my hardness to flinch. You grip my hard-on firmly in your hand and slowly stroke my warm shaft.

"That feels good," I moan.

"Do you want me to . . .?"

"Keep doing that," I interrupt. 

"I don't want you to get off."

"Why not?" 

You continue your slow gentle hand-job.

"I want to save you for later."

You continue stroking me. I close my eyes and meet your strokes with my hips. Your slow stroke combined with the vibrator in my perineum is drawing me nearer and nearer my orgasm.

You notice and stop stroking, squeezing firmly. With all your strength, you bear down around my twitching shaft. I feel the burn of the pressure clamping my ejaculation in place until the urge to release subsides. I open my eyes to find you smiling at me. 

"Okay," I say after catching my breath. "Mount me now."

You reach for my hard-on, gripping me in your fingers. 

I give you my vibrator.

"And you can have your orgasm whenever you're ready," I say.

You squeeze my cock tightly as you walk toward me on your knees, throwing one leg across my body as you approach. You aim my rigid member straight at your pussy and lower yourself on to me, impaling yourself on my protruding hardness. The tip of my hardness presses into your soft warm flesh. You wiggle the shaft, clearing the way inside. Slowly my cock is engulfed inside you, submerged in to your warm moist depths. 

Slowly you raise and lower yourself over my stiff penis, humping me gently. With one vibrator still on your nipple, you lower the other back to your clitoris. I can feel the pulses on my hardness through your flesh. We both moan.

Then you turn up the intensity on the bullet in your crotch. The vibrations are stronger and I'm finding it hard to keep from cumming inside you. You start humping me faster, grunting and squealing.

"I'm gonna cum!" you exclaim with a gasp.

Your body becomes rigid. Then I feel the contractions as your vagina spasms around my shaft. I feel the muscles in your vagina squeezing me with your release. You gasp and scream. Your whole body trembles and twitches as you flail your long red hair, thrashing uncontrollably.

Finally you turn off the vibrator and cast it aside, collapsing on my chest. My cock is still embedded inside your now satisfied pussy. I may want to wait, but my erection doesn't. I hold you as you come down from your ecstasy. When you finally swing off of me, I am still hard.

"Do you want me to continue your hand-job?" you ask with servility.

"Yes."

You giggle. "I won't let you cum..."

A pulse of desire runs through my shaft. My body is frustrated.

"I know."

"I could go down on you."

"I'd like that, but if I even move, I'll get off. 

"That's very sexy," you say, stroking my chest and tummy. "I want to save your ejaculation for later. It will be bigger after abstaining."

"That's really hot."

You lay next to me, gazing at my rigid member, red and swollen with pent up arousal.

"I want it all to end up inside me."

I smile.

"Until then," I say, "I want to play with my present."

"You do? Still?"

"Why would I want to stop?"

"I don't want you to stop."

"Okay. Go take a shower first."

You move to obey.

"But," I stop you. "When you're done, wrap yourself in only a towel, and then come find me."

You smile. "Okay."

I wait to hear the water running and the shower door to close before I get out of bed. 

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Your senses heightened, the feel of the warm water over your naked flesh is intoxicating. You lather on soap, slowly, luxuriously reveling in the feel of your own smooth touch. You linger over your firm nipples. Your butt cheeks peek deliciously from under the towel. You smile. The mysterious adventure ahead beckons your imagination.

What does he have planned? You wonder what's in store for you. Will it be embarrassing? What will he do with me? What will he do to me? You feel your desire swelling inside. You press a finger into your stimulated sex. Even your flesh down there is eager to find out.

"Where are you?" you call, stepping out of the bathroom, dutifully clutching your towel. You expected me in the bedroom.

I'm not in the living room either.

Annoyed at first, you resign yourself to the fact that the game is mine. You smile at what might wait at the end of this hide-and-seek. This might be fun.

You search the whole house. Nothing. Could he be outside? That's a good bet.

Carefully, you peer out the back door and step onto the porch. You stick your head out the screen door of the porch. You look around before you call. It doesn't sound like the neighbors are out.

"Are you out here?" you call softly.

No answer. You will have to go out and look.

Gingerly grasping your towel, you come out, watching the windows of the two-story houses around our yard. You hope no one is looking. You step carefully across the yard, searching, until you find me.

"Hello," I say.

I am in a spot in the back yard that is shielded from the view of curious onlookers that may be around us. The shed, the bushes and trees screen us, or they seem to.

"Here I am," you say.

"Lay the towel on the grass."

With two fingers you tug at the top of the towel. It unwraps and slips down your body. You stand confidently as your nude form is unveiled for me. You lay the towel carefully on the thick soft grass, taking your time as I watch you bend over from behind. Your swollen sex is darkened with desire and your inner lips are peaking out, ready to play.

"Now lay back on it."

You lay yourself out on the ground. You arch your back and bend your legs, moving alluringly, making yourself a visual delight to me.

"Play with your nipples."

You gasp at your own touch. You were excited when you came out here. Soon, you are quietly moaning, your legs twisting and writhing as I stand over you.

My stiffening penis stretches out in the warm afternoon air.

I kneel down, placing my hands on your naked legs.

"Keep doing that," I say. 

"If you insist."

I part your legs and run my fingernails lightly over your smooth thighs as I bend over your tingling flesh. Adrenaline shoots through your flesh from your tantalized pleasure center.

Lying between your legs, I look up your nude body. You feel my warm breath caress the moist folds of your lips as you long for touch down there. They glisten, your delicious scent wafts from the deep folds of your starving desire, and I am intent on pleasuring you.

You flinch as I touch your vulva. Your inner lips have swollen, ready to be plucked. The soft flesh is sticky from your rising moisture. 

I kiss them tenderly. You emit a low moan. I lick them with my wet tongue, and then pull them into my mouth. My saliva runs as I savor your succulent flesh.

I let my tongue roam into your cavern. I taste your salty dew. The flavor inflames my appetite and I suck you more vigorously, mouthing your vaginal opening where your luscious flavor is strongest.

You writhe and twist on the towel while I feast on your tender sex.

I allow my tongue to find your pleasure spot. I lick your clit firmly from your vagina up to the tender tip, over and over. Then with a very soft tongue, I flick its growing firmness.

I feel you flinch. As your flesh fills with sensation, I adjust the movement and pressure of my lips and tongue, guiding your body to greater pleasure, steering your flesh to deeper gratification through your pussy, starving for stimulation.

You writhe, lifting your legs and spreading your thighs to admit me further. I suck the whole region around your clitoris. You moan and thrash harder as I suck and lick. 

I happen to look up as I suck you and notice that our spot is not as shielded as I thought. The young couple in the house behind ours is watching us from a second floor window. You are naked, laying back on the towel, playing with your nipples with my face buried in your crotch and I am naked sucking you to orgasm.

They are stealing glances at us between very passionate kisses, wrapped in each other's arms. He is pulling off her top and she is undoing his pants.

I wonder if I should stop and head us to shelter.

"Don't stop!" you beg. "Don't stop!" 

You are so close to orgasm. I don't want to stop you. You might panic if I tell you about it. But I decide to tell you.

"Honey," I gasp between smacks. 

"What . . .?"

I got to tell you something,"

"Now!?"

"I think so."

"Anything . . . Don't stop!"

"Honey . . . the neighbors are watching us."

You twist around and look up. You see the couple in the window overlooking us, naked on the lawn. She is bent over facing us. He is behind her with his hands clutching her hips. He is pounding her as they watch me sucking your pussy on the lawn.

You arch your back and twist your body, groaning and moaning. You flinch as the sensations shoot through your burning flesh.

"Don't stop!" you scream.

Your orgasm erupts. Your body flinches and twists as the spasms pound through you. 

I look to see the woman's head is flung back. Her mouth is open in an uncontrolled shout and her long dark hair is thrashing around her shoulders. The man has his eyes clinched shut. He is thrusting faster. Suddenly, his mouth opens in a loud groan. We can hear them.

Your spasms taper off and you collapse on the towel.

I crawl up your naked body toward you until our lips meet. 

We both look up at the other couple. The man is still humping the woman, bringing her to her own climax.

I kiss you deeply, the taste of your arousal still strong on my lips, sharing your taste with you.

Kissing tenderly, holding you, we lay there in the warm shade, watching our neighbors fuck. Birds are singing around us and the wind rustles the leaves. The breeze caresses our bare flesh.

Then we hear the woman's loud cries of ecstasy. You look over and see them in the window as her body thrashes, much as yours did a moment ago.

"How long were they watching us?"

"I don't know. They saw everything important."

You cover yourself with your hands, but you don't hide.

"They didn't close the curtains."

"No. They didn't."

"Do you think they wanted us to see them?"

We watch them as she comes down from her orgasm. She looks down and sees us looking up at them as the man turns away and disappears into the room.

The woman smiles bashfully and waves to us, wiggling her fingers. She shrugs her shoulders apologetically and then mouths "Thank you," before disappearing inside.

You giggle.

"Wow," you say. 

"I'm sorry," I say. "I thought we were hidden here."

"It's okay." You kiss me, then more passionately.

"They didn't seem to mind," you observe.

"Do you?"

"Maybe. But there's something about it that kinda makes me feel . . . horny."

"Really?"

"Yeah. They just kinda caught us, didn't they?" 

"They did."

"They seemed to enjoy it, too."

"I think we helped them. Seeing us probably got them started."

"We should probably be helpful like this more often."

My cock, still hard, twitches at your words.

I help you up. We walk inside hand-in-hand as you trail the towel behind.



Celebration Ch. 03



III. Evening

Our celebration today has been glorious. You have given me your body for the day. I am still determined you won't regret it, but I also want to enjoy the plaything you have given me.

We take a shower together. We help each other lather up, brushing our wet naked skin together, and leisurely allowing our hand to explore each other's anatomy.

I can still feel the pressure of my unspent orgasm in my loins. My muscles are sore, and each testicle feels heavy with semen it should have unloaded. As you fondle me in the shower, I rise again. I could so easily bend you over under the warm spray and mount you from behind.

I content myself with scrubbing your back with a soapy washcloth, fondling your soapy breasts and vulva as you squeeze my hardness between your thighs.

We towel each other off. My penis ends up in your mouth for a few blissful moments as you tease me. You intend to save my ejaculation. You know it would take very little to get me off after the tantalizing I have endured.

We wander about the house naked, somewhat aimlessly, doing mindless tasks to enjoy our nudity together as the last of the moisture from the shower evaporates from our bare flesh.

You are antsy, waiting for me to tell you what I want you to do. You know I have plans for you, and the day is nearing its end. It's starting to get dark.

Finally, I tell you to get dressed for dinner.

"Wear a nice dress," I tell you. "But no underwear."

You smile. My request does not surprise you.

I put on khakis and a nice shirt. You choose a short black skirt. It is loose with lots of light-weight lace. Your top is a black silk cammi. It is held up with spaghetti straps. When you stand normally, it hangs nicely around your breasts, enhancing their natural curve. Your neck is adorned with a simple strand of pearls, giving your classy elegant look a touch of grace.

You are wearing high stilettos that perch your legs up, displaying your calves and most of your thighs. Propped on the heels, your leg muscles are flexed attractively.

As I follow you to the car, I watch the way the heels cause your hips to sway enticingly. Your bottom is outlined under the loose fabric, almost indecently. The skirt swishes and the hem flips in a manner that attracts attention to what lies beneath.

"You look ravishing," I say.

You turn around and place your arms on my shoulders.

"Thank you."

You kiss me softly, and prolonged. You lean your body into me as your kiss continues. I place my hand on your butt. You press your hips into my crotch and feel my rising penis. I reach under the skirt and fondle your bare bottom as we kiss.

"Yup," I say as we end our kiss. "You look prettier in that skirt when I know you aren't wearing panties."

You giggle.

"I feel prettier in this skirt when you know I'm not wearing panties."

We chuckle together.

I open your car door and watch you get in. You make no effort to prevent your short skirt from riding dramatically up your hips. I gaze at your sexy legs, bare and exposed, as you fold them into the car, teasing me with the possibility of seeing more treasures underneath.

When I get into the car, I notice an extra surprise.

"That top looks better than it did a moment ago," I quip.

"Does it? How is it different?" you ask mockingly.

"Is that your nipples poking out under the fabric?"

You look down at your chest.

"Why, I do believe it is," you say as if you hadn't noticed. "Silk is funny that way, especially since you said to wear no underwear."

"And that doesn't bother you?"

"It only does this when I push my shoulders back, just a little bit. Does it bother you?"

"No. Not at all."

The strain in my crotch magnifies. 

In the restaurant, your pretty dress attracts attention. You stride with class and confidence. Your high heels click against the hard floor as you stride through the dining room. Men notice your elegant beauty. Their eyes linger as you pass by. Women notice how well you wear that sexy dress and the charm of your simple pearls. You look good.

We sit next to each other, close enough to touch. As we enjoy our meal, we freely touch each other. Under the table our legs touch and intertwine. 

Every once in a while, when no one is looking, you thrust your shoulders back, flashing your stimulated nipples to me, and I reach under your skirt to stroke your bare pussy.

We rest our hands on each other's thighs, creeping toward the crotch with bold nonchalance. I slip my hand under your skirt to stroke your bare pussy. I continue to pet you as the waiter takes our order. You don't stop me. After all, your body belongs to me tonight. The day is not over.

We leave holding hands. You clutch my arm and lean on me as we walk to the car. I open the door for you, but before you get in, I stop you.

"Lift your skirt for me."

You gasp. "Here!?"

"You're hidden between the cars."

"But anyone could walk by!"

"If we're lucky."

You look around. The restaurant is popular and people are walking to it closer in. You don't think you are adequately sheltered by the car. You smile weakly. Your body isn't yours tonight. My request scares you. Despite your shaking nerves and the pit in your stomach, you tentatively lift your skirt, exposing your bare feminine wonders to me. 

You giggle as the cool evening breeze blows over your naked sex.

"Turn around," I say.

Again, you gasp and look around. No one seems to be around. It seems safe. You bite your lip. Holding up your skirt you turn to display your pantiless bottom.

I admire the way your muscles flex as you move. I reach out and caress your butt cheek with my palm. You giggle nervously.

"What if someone sees me?"

"I'm sure they'll like it," I tell you. "If that happens, do not drop your skirt."

"It probably won't happen," you rationalize.

"Maybe you're right."

You give a sharp exasperated sigh and wiggle your hips for me.

"Do you like this?" I ask.

"More than I would have thought," you answer.

Suddenly, we hear a gasp. We turn to find a couple frozen in their tracks; eyes wide open, staring at your bare ass.

Both our hearts seized in our throats. We had no idea they were approaching. In our mutual shock, it was unclear how they might react. Would they enjoy the show, stomp off in disgust, or call the cops?

You continue holding your skirt up. Is it in shock, or are you doing it for them?

They turn to each other and start laughing. She is a petite brunette and he is tall and muscular. They are young and attractive. You wiggle your bottom for them.

"Did we catch you by surprise?" she asks.

"What would you say if I told you we were waiting for you?" you answer over your shoulder, flinging your long red hair around your shoulders.

"I'd say it's going to be a fun evening," she replies. 

"You have a hot ass," he adds.

"Thank you," you say with nervous excitement.

"Is that all you have to show?" he asks.

You glance at me, and swallow hard. I can see your hands trembling in fearful excitement. 

"Honey," I say firmly. "Don't you have something else you can show these nice people?"

"But . . ."

"Besides your butt."

"Are you serious!?"

"It'll be fine. Trust me."

You sigh and take a deep breath, and slowly turn around, staring nervously at the ground, still clutching your skirt over your waist.

They both gasp in surprise.

He whistles approvingly. "No question you're a natural red head!" he exclaims.

You giggle shyly.

"Honey," the girl says, "You really have a pretty pussy, you know that?"

You turn red.

"Thank you," you answer meekly.

"Any chance we can bring you home with us?" the woman asks.

Your jaw drops.

"We promise to share you," she adds, referring to the man. They aren't interested in me.

"Uh . . . well I . . . we have plans . . ."

"Well, honey," I say, "If you would like to visit with your new friends, it's okay with me."

You look at me aghast, still showing your naked pussy.

"What!?"

"We can continue our plans, or you can go with these nice people," I say.

"We can bring you home," the man adds.

As you gain your composure, you realize I am teasing you. You gather your skirt in one hand and brush back your hair with your other hand.

"It's tempting," you say, thrusting back your shoulders. Your rigid nipples are showing plainly through your silk top. "But I think I'll stick with our plans, dear."

"You may be sorry," the girl warns.

"Maybe," you reply. "But I don't think so." You look at me hopefully.

As they walk to their car, I grab you and pull you to me. I embrace you and kiss you deeply. You wrap your arms around my neck and return my passion. I thrust my hand under your skirt and grope your bare bottom in the parking lot.

You aren't worried about being seen anymore as you focus on our kiss and the physical sensations churning inside you. Your exhibition has turned you on.

You thrust your hips into my crotch and feel my rigid erection trapped in my pants. You rub yourself into me, grind

ing your flesh into mine, both of us oblivious to the people going to dinner in the distance.

When I release you, your skirt tumbles over your nakedness.

Your arms still around my neck, you look at me, breathless and flushed.

"This is some celebration!"

"You're not worried about being seen?"

"Not anymore."

You clench me into another deep kiss. This time you undo my belt and my pants and plunge your hand around my hardened shaft.

Now, I am worried about being seen, but my blood is so aroused, I don't want to stop you to object.

You hold my head to your face with one hand, kissing me with overpowering enthusiasm with mouth and tongue, while you stroke my hardness.

You suddenly break off the kiss as you continue stroking my erection.

"You want me to stop?" you ask teasing me as you masturbate me.

"No."

"I'll keep going if you want me to."

"Okay."

"But won't it interfere with the rest of the celebration tonight?"

"Maybe."

I let you continue for a little while. As I get closer, I reluctantly extract your hand from my pants.

Your legs are even sexier as you get into the car. This time, you part your thighs as you slowly swing them into the car giving me a brazen peek at your uncovered pussy. As hot as it was for you to show yourself to the couple we didn't even know, it seems sexier now like this, for me alone.

I start the car.

"Okay, Let's play with you some more."

"Ooo. I'm ready."

"Lift your skirt all the way up. I want you completely exposed."

You smile as you raise your skirt. You squirm as you pull it out from under yourself, raising it all the way to your waist.

I pull out onto the dark streets and reach over to caress you. I enjoy feel the soft curls of your pubic hair as I twirl my fingers among them. I find and fondle your tender inner lips manipulating them in my fingertips. 

With one finger, I dip into your warm cavern and find it still moist from your recent show. You spread your legs further and rock your hips as I explore you down there. Street lights flash across your naked sex as we pass by, but no one sees you, except me.

"I'm getting distracted," I tell you. "Take over for me."

You look at me surprised.

"You want me to masturbate in the car?"

I give you an unflinching look. You smile, and comply.

You manipulate your nipple through your silk top while your other hand focuses on your clitoris. 

We stop at a traffic light, but you continue to masturbate for me, looking around to see if any notices. No one does. The people in the cars around us are oblivious to your pleasure.

When the light turns, traffic drifts away from us.

"No one seems to know what you're doing," I say.

"Too bad."

"Maybe I can change that."

"What?"

"Your top is in the way," I observe. "Take it off."

"Here!?"

My look says "yes."

You look out the window. A Lexus passes by. The driver is intent on the road while his female passenger is busily texting. They disappear ahead of us.

You grasp the bottom of your blouse and slowly pull it over your head. Your soft breasts jiggle. Your nipples are hardened little nubs. You toss the top carelessly into the back seat and look expectantly at me.

"Continue what you were doing, by all means," I say.

"'All means?' Did you bring the vibrator?"

"Sorry."

"Too bad."

You resume touching yourself tenderly, one hand between your legs and the other working your now unveiled nipple.

You let your body respond, undulating rhythmically.

I pull into the left turn lane as the light turns red in front of us.

You move to cover yourself. Cars stop behind us, but the lane next to us remains empty.

"Take off the skirt completely," I say.

You smile, and wiggle out of the skirt, tossing it to the back with your top. For a moment, you sit uncomfortably in the car naked as we wait for the light to change. The street lights shining into the car illuminate your nudity. You would be clearly exposed to anyone who looked in. Your demure pose stimulates me.

Then an SUV pulls up in the lane next to us. It is filled with college boys who obviously have been drinking. 

Instinctively, you raise an arm to cover your breasts and cup your vulva with the other as you shrink into the seat. 

"You should be masturbating," I tell you.

"But that car full of guys could see . . ."

I look at you and you remember that your body is mine. Thinking about the fun you have had already, you sit back up in the seat, spread your legs and tentatively touch yourself again. You keep glancing nervously over at the guys in the SUV. As you feel your hand touching your growing arousal, you begin to relax.

"Damn!" You jump. Fearfully you look over, hoping you haven't been discovered.

"Look!" One of the boys has seen you, and now all of them are looking.

"Try to relax," I tell you. "Pretend not to notice them, and continue."

You thrust your head back into the seat. You lower your hands with coy hesitation and slowly open your legs to your fingers.

The boys hoot and holler as they watch you masturbate naked in the car. Your nervous energy combines with your arousal. Your body surprises you by responding to being watched. A quick little orgasm shoots through your body like a dart. You gasp out loud and your body twitches.

The guys scream as they watch your naked flesh tremble in climax.

The light turns green and we leave them behind as we turn and merge onto a highway.

You reach for your nipple and clitoris and tackle the task of pleasuring yourself with enthusiasm.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I ask.

"Um . . . yes."

I smile. I enjoyed it, too.

"Do you want me to keep doing this?"

"Do you want to keep doing it?"

"God, yes!"

"Enjoy yourself."

"Again?"

"Yes. For me this time."

"Okay . . . It's starting to feel good . . . You could lend a hand."

"Oh?"

"Would you mind taking the clit?"

I reach for your soft swollen sex. Both your hands are free to manipulate your nipples. I caress you softly a couple of times before inserting a finger. You are soaking.

I plunge my finger into your wet vagina, coating it in your sweet juices. I move it upward as I with draw it out so it slides over your hard clitoris. Covered in your natural lube, my finger slides smoothly around inside you. 

Gently I flick your rigid nub, working circles around it and stroking it deeply to it buried base.

Your grunts and squeals become louder and more dawn out. You begin to writhe and twist under the seat belt. 

"Don't stop," you whimper, your eyes tightly clenched.

You have increased the tempo of the circles spinning around your nipples. Your hips are thrusting, synchronized with my hand. You moan deeply and loud.

"I'm gonna come . . ."

You gasp violently. Your body twists with pleasure. A low moan begins to rise, growing louder and louder as your flesh begins to tighten. Your body braces for an impending eruption.

You scream, ear-shattering in the car. Your hips buck frantically as I let my hand ride your spasms. I continue the pressure and rhythm of my finger as best I am able. As the intervals between your body's jolts lengthen, I soften my touch and slow my motions.

You lay lost in your afterglow. I get off at the next exit and head back to town.

The hum of the tires running down the pavement is interrupted by the rhythmic thumps as we hit joints in the concrete. Light streaks across your naked flesh as we pass lights and traffic passes us. You gaze comfortably out the window wearing only your pearls and your heels. Your clothes are out of reach in the back seat.

Occasionally you glance at me, trying to catch me ogling your nude flesh. You are far more interesting than the road we are traveling on, but I only spare occasional glances to see you lovely nakedness. You don't try to put your clothes back on. You don't want to. You're celebrating.



Celebration Ch. 04



IV. Night

We enter the city. You have given me your body for the day, and the day is about to end. I've just finished having you strip in the car. After a masturbation show for a car full of college guys, you masturbated to orgasm again as I drive down the highway. Now my thoughts are set on the finale. I have saved my orgasm for the last act as a condition for playing with your body today. I want it to be special.

You are still naked in the front passenger seat of our car and your clothes tossed in the back seat. Traffic is heavier and lights are more frequent than on the highway. But even though lights are everywhere and cars pass slower and more closely, you are no longer worried about being seen by others. 

I turn into a hotel and pass by the front. I park in a back corner of the parking lot where no rooms overlook us. We are next to a tall light pole, but the light is burnt out. We are in the shadows.

"We're here," I say.

"Where else would we be?"

"Let's go check in."

"Should I get dressed, or shall I come as I am?"

As crazy and playfully sarcastic as the question is, I feel my penis twitch.

"Come as you are."

With an air of nonchalance, you open your car door and step into the dark parking lot wearing nothing but your heels and pearls. The car's interior light illumines your body. You skin glows with warmth and sensuality. Without a care, you unfold your gentle curves, stand and shut the door. You look to see how I respond.

My penis surges. I wonder how far you will go. I hold out my arm and you step up to take it.

I walk with you into the light. You seem nervous, but you stand tall as you heels click loudly across the parking lot. With each step, your breasts bounce and your ass jiggles. Your nipples are erect. I wonder if your pussy is still wet, or if it's wetter now. 

You flinch as a car pulls in. Headlights shine starkly onto your naked body. You continue to display your finest feminine assets as the car drives closer to us. They honk twice as they drive by, stopping us in our tracks.

"My heart is pounding," you say. 

"Scared?"

"Yes."

"Is that all you feel?"

"Exhilarated."

"Oh?"

"And very turned on."

"Do you want to keep going?"

"Yes. If you want me to."

"Maybe you should put on your clothes."

"Only if you insist."

As we turn back to the car, I notice someone looking at us out their window. It is an older man.

"You have an admirer," I tell you pointing to his window.

You see him, smile and wave as we walk. He waves back.

You point out a woman in another window. She is tall and blonde with long pretty tied with a ribbon. She is wearing a robe, but it has fallen open. She is naked underneath. One hand is on her breast and the other on her pussy. We can barely see her wrists moving.

"I know what she's doing," I say.

"She's having a little fun, isn't she?"

Her body convulsed just then.

"I'd say so."

"I think I am turning her on," You say.

"Really?"

"Yeah," you reply. "It's kind of sexy, isn't it?"

"How do you feel about turning on a woman?"

You look up at me and smile, leaning your head on my shoulder.

"It is kind of arousing."

"Arousing?"

Uh-huh. It . . . makes me curious."

"About what?"

You blush.

"About what it would be like."

"What what would be like?"

"Being with a woman."

I am speechless all the way back to the car.

You open the back door and again your smooth uncovered flesh glows in the night, just like your pearls. You bend over to grab your skirt and top. You dress next to the car in the privacy of the darkness, unhurried because I am watching you.

We walk, our arms linked, toward the front desk.

"Did you pack anything?"

"The hotel has all the essentials."

"What about a change of clothes?"

"Why would we need clothes?"

We walk slowly. When I parked, I wasn't thinking about convenience. The woman has disappeared, but the man waves at us, at you. You wave to him again.

"I have a question," I say.

"Yes?"

"Would you really have 'come as you were' all the way into the hotel?"

You smile.

"There are some things in which a woman prefers to maintain an element of mystery."

We enter the lobby. The hotel is a nice one, with lots of plants and a fountain and high ceilings in a courtyard. I give my name at the desk and they find the reservation I made earlier. You stand patiently at my arm as I sign all the paperwork.

"Can we take your bags?" the clerk asks.

"We'll take care of that. Thank you," I answer.

"Let us know if you need anything."

"Actually, we forgot our toothbrushes and tooth paste."

"Enjoy your stay," she says as she hands us the toiletries. We didn't need her to tell us that.

We meander through the large courtyard. I clutch your hand. 

Your pearls recline gracefully over your bare neck and collar bone; your heels cause even your soft footfalls to echo across the cavernous space. People look our way. They find something to look at when they see you. 

Your skirt and legs are elegantly sexy. Your hips swing enough to give the skirt a tempting flip and swish. Gliding among the other guests, you are relaxed, even as the air conditioned breeze wafts under your short skirt, licking your bare vulva enticingly. 

You ease your shoulders back for me to see your nipples standing at attention under your loose silk top.

We look up and see the man from the window walking toward us from the opposite direction. You gasp. He is older and distinguished looking, well dressed with a small moustache. 

He walks up to you.

"Good evening, Madame," He says.

"Good evening," you answer, scared.

"I wonder if you might like to come visit my room later this evening?"

Your eyes are wide open and you jaw drops.

"What?"

"Are you available later this evening?"

You understand and gain your composure.

"I'm sorry," You say. "I am booked for the night."

He bows politely and goes on his way.

"He thought you were a prostitute," I whisper.

"I know."

"What do you suppose will happen if we see the woman in the window?"

You laugh.

"I might be free for her," you tease.

I slap your bottom in response.

We are alone for the elevator ride to our floor at the top of the high rise. You turn into me and kiss me, leaning into my body. I squeeze your hand tightly as I kiss you back. The stirrings in my groin are nearly unendurable. I reach under your skirt, groping your bare ass. I grind my hardness into your crotch through our clothes desperately. I want to seize you and take you. I wonder how far I could go before the doors opened again.

You tantalize me, pressing your crotch into mine. Our kiss is uninhibited and wet. We gasp as our mouths join. We would not stop, even if the doors parted like a stage curtain and we found ourselves before an audience. Somehow, we manage to wait until the privacy of our room before we do what we really want to do to each other.

The room is dimly lit when we enter. The curtain on the large picture window is open. It is romantically decorated with warm colors, sensuous paintings and a soft charming elegance that is comfortable and tasteful. We pass by the large king-sized bed on our way to the window to check out the view.

The vibrant city pulses below us. Its glow illuminates us standing together as we admire the sparkling lights outside. We turn toward each other with our arms around each other's waist. Your skirt falls gently over the curve of your back and hips, resting on your round buttocks enticingly, teasing me with your smooth, pantiless bottom.

Leaning into me, you reach up with your lips and we kiss gently, engulfed in the city's soft glow. We kiss again, longer and deeper, our desire rising again until we have to stop to breathe.

Your eyes sparkle as you look at me.

"It's beautiful."

"You're beautiful."

You look down with a demure blush.

"Have you enjoyed our celebration?" you ask.

"It isn't over."

We kiss again, before exploring our room.

We glance into the bathroom. There is a large shower with glass doors and two heads and controls on either end. Above in the center is a large rain head.

With excited glee, your clothes burst off your body as you prance into the shower. I watch as drops of moisture on your naked flesh merge and dribble down your smooth naked. Tiny clear streams trace down your curves, making me want to follow them all over the paradise of your body.

You give me a tempting smile.

"Are you going to just stand there and watch?"

"I could."

"Is that what you really want to do?"

I step out of my clothes and join you. I reach for your waist as you step into my grasp, draping your arms around my neck. Tenderly we touch. Your skin is already warm from the gentle shower falling over our heads.

We kiss, our lips brushing, our tongues dancing outside each other's mouths. The water is a soft warm rain engulfing us like a blanket. Our tongues find each other. I feel your soft breasts in my chest. Our skin slides as we press our bodies together. The rising intimacy of our embrace warms us more than the water.

"Scrub my back," you ask softly. You turn your back to me.

I reach around you for the soap, intentionally brushing my arm against the smooth skin of your waist. I lather my hands thoroughly before slowly rubbing your back.

You moan softly.

I grab a washcloth and soak it well. I press my hands into your back with the soapy cloth and press my hips forward. My hungry loins are yearning for contact with your flesh. I press my rigid penis into your thighs, and then adjust it upward to rest in the crease between your buttocks. You wiggle your hips, allowing it to rest deeper inside. For several minutes we press together.

You turn around to face me. I step forward against your hips as I reach around you and continue to stroke your back. You caress my chest, and then work your hands under my arms, down my back to my soft cheeks. You tenderly knead my fleshy butt.

Your breasts press into my chest. I reach down your back, too. I slide my soapy hands over your luscious bottom. You giggle as a finger strays into your crease.

Your hands roam up to my waist and forward to my abdomen, then down. You fingers run through my pubic bush, churning the dew-like drops of water with the thick soapy lather. You cup my scrotum and gently fondle me, rubbing the bottom of my rigid penis. My shaft rubs gently against your warm wet thighs.

With a meandering hand, I press into your sternum and up over your collar bone to your neck. You are still wearing your pearls, even in the wet sensuous shower. Something about that seems sexy to me.

I stroke and rub around your upper chest in a wider and wider circle reaching out for the soft fleshy mounds of your naked breasts. I cup each one in m hands and lightly titillate your nipples in my fingers. You moan happily.

I lower my lips to your chest and softly kiss each nipple. Gently I shower tiny kisses around each areola brushing my lips over the sensitive tips in the middle. Your nipples stiffen in my mouth as my tongue laps them and softly bats them with swift flicking blows.

With longer strokes, you continue to stroke my erection, reaching the tip on each upstroke and my testicles and perineum on the down strokes. I gently bite down on your nipples with my lips over my teeth. You squeeze my shaft tighter.

I run my hand downward over your tummy toward the center of your pleasure. I brush your pubic hair, and then gently tug small wisps in my fingers. I explore further down over your vulva and press your outer lips. 

Gently but firmly, I rub my hand in a lazy circle around your sex. Cupping you in my warm hand, I press upward rubbing in sync with my thrusting hips. You meet my thrusts.

With one finger I toy with your inner lips. Then, I invade your flesh and find you wet inside, too.

You place a hand on my shoulder and take a step back, still holding my warm wet hardness. You prop a foot up on the tile shower seat and pull my penis to yourself, guiding its point to your ready target.

You thrust into me with your hips and I push back and slide smoothly into your warm cavern. You clasp my butt with one hand and wrap your arm around my neck, pulling me into a passionate, wet kiss under the flowing warm water. I hold your waist and we slowly thrust together.

My urgent hunger rises. My famished flesh begins to take over as I thrust more and more rapidly. The pressure of my surging juices builds, demanding release. But before I explode, you stop thrusting clamp down on my hips with your hands, and lock my member inside with the muscles of your vaginal wall. We are coupled together motionless. You kiss me deeply until I regain control of my loins.

Then you break off the kiss and smile at me.

"Don't get off too soon. I want the celebration to last a little longer," you say.

I'm ready now. But I understand. Stretching out the pleasure will make our orgasmic explosion even more powerful later.

"Okay," I say.

You turn off the water and slip out of my arms. My penis bounces free of your flesh, glistening with your arousal. You step out of the shower and grab a thick fluffy towel, and toss it to me.

"Dry me off," you say.

I don't want to disturb the droplets of water trickling slowly down your bare body. But I seize the opportunity to embrace you in the towel and slowly stroke your wet naked flesh from feet to legs to bottom, hips, waist, ribs, breast and neck. I kiss you as I stand.

You take another towel and rub my back and chest, then down my stomach. You kneel in front of me. You lean forward and trap the end of my damp rigid hardness in your lips. Gently you lick and suck, teasing the tip with your tongue as you dry my legs. It seems to take a rather long time, but I don't mind.

You drop the towel and grab my shaft. You begin to pump your face over my hardness as you reach between my legs to play with my testicles. You reach back over my perineum and press your fingers into my crease.

I part my legs to allow your fingers easy access to my anal opening. Tenderly you fondle and tease my rear opening as you suck and lick my swollen member. My head begins to reel.

Sensing my control slipping away, you slide off of my hardness. Still massaging my anus, you rest your cheek against my glistening erection.

"Enjoying that too much?" you ask.

"Not too much," I answer. "Maybe just right."

You laugh as you get up and prance out of the bathroom. I follow you through the room toward the wide floor-to-ceiling window. You turn on a light by the window and look back at me, grinning mischievously.

The glow of the city lights illumines our naked flesh further. You step up to the window, the city twinkling in the night below us. You place your hands on the arms of a chair and bend over, spreading your legs far apart.

"Come enjoy the view," you say.

"With these lights on, we are the view," point out.

"I hope so."

I smile and step up behind you. You reach back for my stiff erection and guide it, as I step forward, into your soft warm sex.

I place my hands gently on your hips and hold you as I push my firm rod through the moist folds of your pleasure. You arch your back and push into me to receive me. Holding your hips tenderly, I thrust slowly.

"Thank you for my present," I say.

"You're welcome. I enjoyed it, too." 

We looked down over the city before us several moments before you spoke again.

"Can you imagine what people would think if they knew what we were doing today?"

"I bet a lot of them do know. They are watching us now."

"Right now, I want everyone to see us fucking."

Bent over, your breasts sway with each thrust.

"I bet they wish they were doing it," I say.

"They should copy us."

"It's okay if they just watch."

I lean over you, reaching forward around your hip for your clitoris. I press a finger into your wet vagina, slathering it in your lube. I feel my hard shaft, filling your hole, sliding in and out, and in and out, gently pumping you full of my flesh. Then I find your clitoris.

You gasp as I touch it. Gently I rub my finger around it, and down its length. You moan softly as I continue to thrust you and manipulate the center of your arousal.

We admire the lights, sparkling before us, and crawl of traffic in the night. But we pay less and less attention to the beauty of our city as our arousal begins to engulf us with the sensations of our lust.

"It's beautiful," I say.

"I love it," you reply.

"I love you."

You smile.

"I don't want you to regret giving me your body for the day."

"Don't worry about that," you say. "Keep doing what you're doing."

We thrust slowly for several more minutes as I continue to work your flesh into an enflamed passion.

Suddenly, lightning flashes outside. A low rumble of thunder sounds so deep and powerful, it rattles the window. The sky seems to collapse as torrents of rain drop from above.

I thrust you harder and faster. Both hands grasp your hips as I hump, slamming you into the window as the lights smear into obscure streaks.

Then you stand, causing me to slip out of you. I pull you to myself in protest, but you break away.

"You're forgetting about me," you plead.

My own hunger fails to understand right away.

"We're changing venues," you insist.

You dash to the bed and flop down onto your back over the covers, your legs open wide.

I flop between your knees. Grabbing your thighs, I lift your hips, raising your swollen sex to my mouth. I swallow your sex, sucking your lips and thrusting my tongue deep inside your vagina. I taste my own juices mingled in with your luscious flavor and gorge myself greedily on the feast. Hungrily, I devour you, grunting and panting.

My tongue finds your clitoris. I lap it eagerly, sucking it prodded on by your response as your body twitches and bucks as you moan squeal and scream. I consume you eagerly; delighted with the way your body twists and writhes as I devour your hot flesh.

"Go in," you plead. Your cry is urgent. Your need is severe.

I crawl up your body. You grab my rigid flesh and drop me into your eager opening. You pull your legs up and I roll you back as I press in to you, all the way to your cervix. I hump you frantically.

You scream.

"Don't stop!"

I hump you madly.

"You're hitting my clitoris just right!"

I respond with a steady rain of deep thrusts. Lightning flashes permeate the room with bright light, even as your squeals, gasps, moans and screams resound against the walls. Thunder bellows outside, unable to drown your cries of rapture.

My hot flesh slaps against your skin with wet smacks at each thrust.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

You are blind to everything but filling yourself with my hard flesh and the boiling sensations of your aching lust. I pummel thrust upon thrust into your body.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

I bounce you on the soft bed with relentless hammering as you wail and moan in uncontrolled ecstasy.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Then a shrill scream explodes with the roaring thunder as you are finally overcome with an explosion of an orgasm. Your body tenses and thrashes in writhing spasms as lightning fills the room, coursing through your body with electric shockwaves blasting through your legs and back and toes.

I erupt soon after. Hot semen pours into your deepest recess, pumping against the walls of your spasming vagina. A loud moan escapes my lips as cum fills you, and overflows onto your thighs and butt.

I collapse onto you and roll to your side. You roll over me and capture me in a passionate kiss of gratitude. We kiss deeply and hard as our enflamed climax fades with the passing storm.

We hold each other, nude, on top of the covers, and drop off to sleep. A final distant roll of thunder leaves us together with only our naked love.