0 comments/ 21045 views/ 0 favorites Endless Possibilities By: Xanaduvian "So much for being hard-headed," Kat thought as she pulled into the restaurant parking lot. Barely two months had elapsed since she told him they'd never meet, in real life. They'd met online, the marvelous playground for hot-blooded people to explore things they couldn't in their mundane lives. He was older than she was, but witty and a good author of hot scenarios when they "cybered." Which they did as often as they could. Then, one day he touched on a fantasy of hers--being the center of attention for a man and another woman, and she began to weaken. He told her of a friend, a bisexual woman, and asked if she'd like to make the fantasy real. At first she demurred, but she was so excited at the possibility, something that in her life as a married mother of two in a small southern town was not possible. She had her first kiss by another woman with him, although it was online. Even that made her wet to remember. Often she'd rubbed herself remembering their conversations, or reading the stories he sent to her. Now, she was meeting them--him and his female friend--for the first time. Her stomach was full of butterflies. She'd described herself as a slow starter to him, but was afraid she would be a no-starter. At least five times, she'd started to turn around and go home. Finally, she had completed the trip to Lake City, a middle-sized city between the three of them. She steeled her nerves, and pulled into the parking lot of the "yuppie" chain bar/restaurant. There was his little truck, just as he described it to her. The butterflies were REALLY beating to get out of her stomach now. She pulled into a parking place, and hurriedly got out. If she waited, she might not have the nerve. The heat was mostly gone, as the summer was drawing to a close, but the air conditioning was still welcome. The hostess approached her and asked if she'd like a table. Before she could answer, he was there, smiling, and telling the hostess smoothly that she was with him. He looked like the photo she'd seen except his shoulders seemed wider in person. He smiled, took Kat's elbow, and led her to his table. Their table. Jill, the other woman was there. She was a large-boned woman of medium height and dark coloring, pretty, and with very large breasts. She'd told her how she loved to have her big nipples pinched and sucked. "Stop it," she told herself, feeling her moistness start. Introductions were made, and they ordered her a cocktail, to catch up with them. Lunch was ordered, and in time, delivered. Good, predictable chain-food fare, it was eaten while they chatted and pretended they weren't here for the reason they knew they WERE here for. Halfway through the meal, she felt a foot caressing her leg. The place was dimly lit, so no one else would notice. She did not know to whom the foot belonged. It didn't matter. It might as well have been a hot poker, and might as well have been placed on her groin. Gently, her leg was caressed, from the foot to her thigh. She could barely pay attention to the conversation. Her being was centered on what the touch of the foot was doing to her. Finally, lunch was done, and they were preparing to leave, to go to the room he'd prepared for them, she knew. She told them she needed to freshen up, and started for the Ladies Room, only to have Jill say she'd join her. He said he'd pay and meet them at the door. He smiled that knowing smile again. All the way to the ladies room, she wondered what would happen. She could feel her wetness sliding on itself as she walked. Luckily, she'd worn a dark skirt. When they arrived Jill went to a stall and closed the door. "So much for that," she thought, a bit relieved, and a bit disappointed. She went to her stall, quickly urinated and cleaned up. Jill managed to finish first, and was washing up when she came out. Jill dried her hands, and as she approached, turned and slowly took her into her arms. Jill watched her to make sure it was OK, and slowly put her mouth on Kat's. The touch was electric. Kat moaned into the slowly-developing kiss. Jill fondled Kat's ass, feeling and squeezing it. Then, long before Kat had enough, she gently pulled back and told Kat that was all she was supposed to do, for now. On shaky legs, Kat washed her hands, dried them, and followed Jill out to him. She felt drunk, but she had only had the one drink. They got into their cars, and drove to his motel, with him in the lead, of course, since he knew where he was staying. Once there, he led them to his room and opened the door for them. The shades were pulled against the sun, and the room was cool. Soon, he had some soft music playing. He opened a bottle of wine, and poured them each a glass. The toast was his, "One for all and all for one," the toast of the Three Musketeers. He smiled at his own wry humor. They were standing close, and he moved behind Kat. His free hand encircled her waist, and pulled them together. She could feel his hardness through her jeans. He pulled her hair aside, and she felt his wine-chilled lips on her neck. Delicious. As he licked her neck, careful not to leave marks, Jill watched and sipped her wine. Then, through half-closed eyes, Kat saw herself reach out for Jill, and pull her to them. Four hands played on Kat now. Two mouths sought to please, and be pleased by her. He was shaved close, but still she felt a little rasp on his face. Jill's face was smooth and soft, and her lips so gentle. She opened her mouth to Jill's kiss, and their tongues danced together. Her hands went to Jill's breasts, as Jill's went to hers. Somehow, they all managed to take off each other's clothing, and soon stood naked, pressed together. Jill was right, her nipples were huge. She was also right about loving to have them pinched and rolled between her fingers. His cock, standing up at attention, pressed into her rear. He licked her neck and shoulders, then moved down, painting a wet trail down her back. On his knees, he parted the cheeks of her ass and began to lick her. She could not believe the sensations of being rimmed at the same time as having her nipples licked and sucked, as Jill was now doing. Who was moaning? She realized it was her. Everywhere, skin rubbed on hers, mouths pleasured her. She found herself led to the bed, and lay down for them, on her back. Each took a side, Jill to her left. Jill covered her mouth with her own, her tongue sliding in. His mouth sucked, licked and gently bit Kat's right breast. Someone's hand was on her mound, doing delicious things with her clit. Fingers would dip into her, and smear her wetness on her cleft, rubbing her. She was close to orgasm. She found it was Jill's hand on her when he stopped Jill from continuing, and directed her to give Kat a nipple. Jill's huge breasts dangled in her face, and she opened her mouth and caught the offered nipple. He, meanwhile, was sucking and licking her own breasts. The sensations were incredible...it was almost as if she were sucking her own. Jill began to moan, and this made Kat suck harder. Jill groaned and pulled her head to her when she bit her. She needed a release, needed to come. As she licked, sucked and bit Jill, she reached between the other woman's legs and found her opening. It was incredibly wet. Rubbing back and forth on her cleft, she brought Jill to orgasm almost immediately. Wanting to, and not wanting to, she brought her hand to her lips and tasted. Jill's clean, musky scent filled her nostrils, and she licked the fingers clean. Finally he slid down between her legs and began to lick her. Jill realized what was happening, and straddled Kat's face. Like strong drink, the sexual tension relieved whatever inhibitions Kat had left, and she buried her face in Jill's quim. She licked her from anus to clit, then paid her clit the attention she knew that she loved herself. Jill began to come loudly. Her juices ran down Kat's face, but rather than objecting, this turned her on more. Her hands were on Jill's ass as the other woman began to vocalize in earnest. At that moment, her own climax took over, and she clamped his head between her thighs, riding his face. He didn't seem to mind; he held onto her and licked faster. As her orgasm began to subside, he rose up and entered her fully in one stroke. He pounded her, and she found herself having her first multiple orgasm. But not the last. The afternoon was young, and they'd come to play. And, after all, there were endless possibilities to explore. Endless Possibilities We met at a gathering of people much like ourselves. All seemed sexually liberal, uninhibited, open minded and often polyamorous. That I would fall in love with him did not even seem conceivable when it all began. The attraction between us was instantaneous! We saw the other from across a very crowded room and immediately began to gravitate towards the other. If love at first sight were a scientific possibility, then this pairing would be understandable. From the surface, a swan always looks composed and graceful to the eye. But below the surface she must work hard paddling to glide through the water. And so it was with me on the night that fate saw fit to place us in the same room together. Nathan and I had discussed not going back. But we did go. We tried to time our arrival so as to sneak in undetected. Immediately upon entering, the hostess greeted us with a boisterous "Here’s the man of the evening, the birthday boy!" and motioned us towards two empty chairs conspicuously positioned in the middle of the room. This swan wanted to take flight! Stage fright enveloped us. We grabbed the other's hand for comfort and support. This instance was the ultimate TWILIGHT ZONE of my life heretofore. I could not make eye contact with anyone but Nathan. I was sure that his panic surly surpassed mine. I felt so responsible for him for I had convinced him, partially chided him into agreeing to slip in and check things out. We had agreed to slip out quietly should we not like what we saw or were not comfortable. I squeezed his hand tightly. His was very warm and limp; mine was very clammy. He simply did not respond to my touch. That's when I knew that he was willing himself to become invisible. How had we managed to fall into this rabbit hole anyway? Never assume that I shirk attention. I thrive on attention! However, I like it on my own terms. Someone was speaking. I forced myself to listen as my eyes traversed the room in search of the speaker. My gaze came to rest on a couple sitting on the couch directly across from us. By this time the words "virgin experience" caught my attention. The speaker was actually quite handsome. He was blonde, his skin tanned a golden bronze and he was built as though his body was important to him. A moment of relief passed through me that perhaps all was not lost. Far too soon it became my turn to speak, to share with the group, to reveal what I wanted out of the evening. My knee started bouncing with nervousness, my legs were crossed and I involuntarily began to swing one back and forth. I struggled to find my voice and to project it in a manner that would conceal my panic. "I just want to be the proverbial fly on the wall.” I said. “And I want to give my husband a special birthday present. Whatever he wants for the evening is all right by me." Now it was Nathan's turn. My own ears were burning, buzzing. I felt queasy. It was only then that my focal point became the group standing in the kitchen. And there he was behind the counter. How had I missed seeing him? While I was not quite sure, I thought he might just be looking back at me. The corner of my lips turned up in a slight smile. This is good I could play with him. Oops! He just smiled too. He has a mischievous look! I love his hair! I imagined running my fingers through it. What was it he said that he wanted for that evening? Something had been said about there having been three Chris' at the last event he attended. So his name is Chris. I heard no one else speak. Instead I discreetly kept looking in his direction. A bell must have rung that I missed hearing. People were standing up, some milling about, and others beginning to undress, and select number displaying seductive lingerie. We looked at each other. The tension in Nathan's face was evident. To lighten the moment I began to sing a verse from an old Clash song: "Should I stay? Or should I go now?" He laughed hesitantly. "Let's find a corner for ourselves. We can have a party for two and pretend that we are alone." We found a relatively quiet spot in the smaller bedroom. He helped me out of my dress and into a black lace negligee. The final touch was a black lace and leather collar to bolster my confidence. Nathan removed all of his clothes until he stood before me completely naked. After securing all of our clothes together in one spot, I took his hand and led him into the living room. He was hesitant; almost shy, but willing to follow my lead. "We'll pretend we are at home,” I cooed to him in an effort to soothe his nerves. We found an armchair where he sat and I knelt down before him. Gently, I stroked his flaccid cock and whispered to him how beautiful he was. But, he could not respond. I guided him into my mouth. My tongue made circular motions around his tip while my fingers stroked his shaft. I caressed him, licked him and sucked him and yet he was only semi erect. "Breathe, baby." I whispered. A lovely woman with thick long blonde hair sat down next to him. Her voice was sultry as she smiled at him and said, "Happy Birthday! I have a little present for you." With that she took him into her hands. She wore what can best be described as corset for it fit very snugly around her waist. Her breasts were supported and lifted from beneath, but otherwise exposed. They were full and ripe. She was truly lovely. I sat back to watch her minister her delicate hands to his now very hard staff. He was relaxed now, smiling back at her and stroking her arm. To my chagrin, hands touched me from behind and from both sides. Someone pulled the strap of my gown down and fondled my breast. I looked at him and really tried to accept his touch. "You have wonderful nipples,” he whispered. Stumbling to my feet I mumbled what I intended to be an apology. Instead it came out as, "Wait! Wait a minute! Please." I felt like a deer caught in headlights. "This is so overwhelming. Excuse me, please." And with that, this swan flew from the room and into a bathroom, hyperventilating, and trying desperately to regain my composure. I locked the door behind me. When my self-control was restored, I exited the loo and went back to where I had last seen Nathan. He was not there! I found him in the master bedroom suite. There on a huge bed lay Nathan with his eyes squeezed shut and his hands balled into fists held tightly across his chest. It was obvious to me that he was not comfortable, obvious to me that he was internalizing and escaping into his mind to some fantasy that would provide him a safe haven. "You look like you are practicing your eternity pose, Nathan. Try to relax dear." He opened his eyes and looked at me with a sheepish smile. He gave what could be interpreted as a chuckle before placing his hands and arms beside his torso on the bed. Two women were playing with and tantalizing his bare body. My presence in the room aided him in relaxing just enough to derive a semblance of pleasure from this alien experience. From the corner of my eye, I saw "him" again. “Where had he been?” I wondered. “How had he been entertaining himself?” He stood to the side as a silent spectator. Inching slowly towards him, I grinned, signaling that he was the focus of my attention. My eyes traveled him, taking all of him in before settling on his cock. "Need any help with that?" I teased. Without waiting for his response, I wrapped my hand around his maleness. It was electric! His penis filled my hand as I massaged him. His cock grew harder in my hand. His chest was covered with a thick bed a soft black curls, as soft as a duckling's down. My fingers sought this treasure and became entwined in it. I kept them there while his fingers lightly traced my body. The kindling that ignited the flame of passion between us was the first kiss. Our kisses became increasingly deeper, more heated, more intense. Our tongues explored each other. The intimacy of the exchange surprised me, but I surrendered to the feeling. It was delicious! I felt so lightheaded! But I was determined to take the lead and not melt in a mass there in front of everyone. Guiding him to the edge of the bed with his organ still securely enveloped in my hand, I stroked him with long firm gestures. A gentle circular stroke from the base to the tip rewarded me with the surge of slippery fluid that lubricated his shaft in anticipation of release. "You like to be in control" he said as he looked intently into my eyes. He smiled so sweetly. It felt like he was looking inside me. It felt like he had seen past this façade of bravado. "Yes" I whispered. "I love it!" I leaned forward seeking his lips again. How I love a man that likes to kiss and does it so well! "What can I do for you?" he asked with an edge of sexual tension evident in his voice. He parted the hair at the nape of my neck and nibbled and kissed. I surrendered any need for control and opted for the pleasure of his touch. I released the strap of the gown and gave him my breast. His mouth suckled the tender tissue with the same enthusiasm he had for kissing. The nipple hardened immediately as he rolled it over his expert tongue. My clitoris began to throb! A wave of heat washed over me as an orgasm flooded my brain. My knees involuntarily buckled as I crumbled into his lap. To brace myself, I had to wrap my arm around his neck. He encircled me in his arms in a tender caress. When my breathing was restored to a normal rate, I glanced over my shoulder and saw Nathan smiling at me from the other room. Good! We had shared this moment of intense pleasure. The two women had managed to gain Nathan's attention now. He was hard and erect and his skin pink from stimulation. My new lover nuzzled close enough that I could feel the heat from his body. "I know what would make him come.” I told him. “All they have to do is slip a finger inside of him and off he’ll go!" But, despite my whispered coaching, Nathan seemed to be in good hands and was well on his way to release. Meanwhile, I had a viable distraction of my own. Taking charge of the opportunity, I took this gorgeous specimen of a man by the hand, and pulled him into the empty bed. I lay back on the pillows and watched as his body covered mine. He kissed me very gently. I laughed and asked him if he had a name. "Do you think it's time we introduce ourselves?" I teased. "Chris." He responded as he stroked my face. God! He was so handsome. And such a sensitive lover! I was enthralled! We whispered and laughed together at a level of comfort usually reserved for those who have been intimate lovers for longer than an hour. "Come on," he coaxed, "you know that you want to as much as I do." I nodded in affirmation. In a flash his head was positioned between my legs. Once again I got to experience the joy of his magic. He seemed to have possession of the owner's manual of my body. He knew instinctively what would make my body respond to his. His tongue felt so good!! I concentrated on his touch as we sensuously explored each other. He treated me to the most wonderfully satisfying orgasm as he made me ready to receive him. Wave after wave passed over me and through me. My vagina pulsated and my clitoris throbbed! My head filled with the rush of blood that accompanies the bliss of orgasm. It was good that I was already lying down for I was lost in the feeling! I was so ready for him!! Honor required that Nathan provide his consent and acceptance of penetration. So I found him sitting on a stool in the living room. My new friend and I joined him. I introduced them. Teasingly, but in earnest I asked Nathan, "Can I keep him?" Nathan smiled good- naturedly. I studied my new friend's face for his reaction. Did he wonder what bizarre creature had hold of his hand? Without pause, I then whispered to Nathan our desired intent to further pursue this passion. With a pat to my backside he said, "Have fun, baby!" Luck was with us. A small bedroom was empty. I bounded to the bed. He followed. This passion between us was still a flame. I pulled him to me hungrily. Our mouths locked, our tongues darted in and out of the other's mouth. I moaned in pleasurable anticipation, as I begged for his ears only, "Fuck me now, Chris!" He entered me very slowly! My stomach was fluttering as the first of several orgasms claimed my attention. His cock was perfectly shaped. It had a slight upward bend, which enabled him to fit right next to my g-spot. Every woman's dream! My body melted into his allowing us to join our union in a tighter seal. He glided with expert ease; his hips thrusting in a slow deliberate rhythm. My vagina clung to him each time he embedded his shaft into its depths. Wrapping my legs around his torso, my body lifted upward, and I locked my ankles and held him tightly. This caused a shift in my own body position and in so doing allowed him to penetrate me at least an inch deeper. Wow! My screams of pleasure served only to make him fuck me harder. My own orgasm arrived first in a flood tide, and then he made a grunting guttural sound and released the cream of his orgasm into me. We were a quivering mound of heat and sweat. Both of us started to laugh! He whispered in my ear. “I’d kill for a beer right now! Well, that was almost two years ago. And today’s truth is undeniable - he makes my blood boil and my keeps my synapses exploding! He has the most perfectly shaped cock I have ever seen. He has a slight curve that directs the tip directly over my g-spot. And, it is so damn addictive! A thousand miles, individual mates, and a lifetime of experiences separate us. Plus, he is nine years my junior. A younger man! In the first year, we were still fortunate enough to physically spend twenty-one days together. We spoke daily via the net. We would start the day chatting over coffee and end the day over a bottle of wine.” This thing” took on a life of it’s own. My very favorite time together occurred when all three us rendezvoused in New York City. Nathan and I flew up early in the day. Christopher took the train from New England. I was not expecting him until the following day. My two men had concocted a surprise for me. There was a loud rap on the front door of the flat. I thought Nathan had forgot his key. I unlocked the bolt and was about to turn away. I stopped dead in my tracks! He was leaning on the doorframe with the cockiest grin imaginable! “Are you going to invite me in?” “Hey! Diana and Christopher, get a move on! Our reservations are for seven!” called Nathan from outside of the bathroom where we were showering and giggling like two teenagers caught with their pants down. “Don’t you dare stop! I’m almost there! Oh! That’s it baby!” My body was pressed against the cold tile and his body was pressed against and into mine as the hot water ricocheted off of us “Here it is, baby, I’m going fill you good!” He pumped three more strong, deep and slow thrusts and released his orgasm. He pulled out and slapped my bottom, “You can have some more of this when we get back!” he grinned as he held his still erect manhood. Chris still had a passionate fire in his eyes as he began to pat himself dry. “Don’t wear any underwear tonight, Chris.” I teased and squeezed him one last time before going out the door. We were all going to The Torch in the East Village for dinner. I chose it for the booths that line the wall. The waiters pull them out and slide them back after you are seated. Tablecloths were an essential part of this evenings plan. Illusion, but not totally without risk! Chris sat on one side and Nathan on the other, and I had the very best seat in the house, sandwiched right between them. We all sat close so we could touch the other at leisure. We ordered cocktails and sat back to enjoy the floorshow. She was a beautiful woman of about thirty with short red hair and a sultry voice. She was dressed in a taffeta shirtwaist dress and wore a single strand of pearls at her throat. She was singing tunes that would make Billie Holliday proud. When Chris is around I cannot keep my hands to myself! I have to be touching him! He does things to me with just a look that can make me cream in my pants. I’ve had orgasms at the thought of having him inside me. It’s got to be pheromones!! You’ve been warned! So, it seemed natural for me to slide my hand beneath that planned for tablecloth and make contact with his zipper. I started to slide it down so I could release him from the constraints. He placed his hand on top of mine as if he thought that would stop me. I smiled at him with my most beguiling smile and said quietly, “Relax! I’ll be discreet!” Turning to Nathan I whispered, “Do you have on briefs?” His answer was a naughty laugh! He had anticipated my desires for the evening and come ready to accommodate me! “Got my hands full at the moment, love, but I promise not to forget you!” His erection overflowed my hand. He was already slippery and oozing. He was very excited but, at the same time, he was unable to settle back and enjoy the ride. I whispered his name softly and he turned to look at me. “Look around, baby. Nobody gives a damn about what’s going on outside his or her little corner of the room. So, just listen to the music and allow yourself this pleasure.” He tried not to smile. He tried not to cum. But, he was not successful at either task. My strokes up and down his shaft took his control away. I could feel his orgasm building, so I placed my napkin strategically so it could soak up his release. He shuddered and said, “You are too much!” I cleaned him, secured his zipper, and placed the soiled napkin in my purse. What can I say? I am just a sentimental woman! His cum is a thin milky white sweetness. My hands and fingers smelled so inviting that I placed one finger at a time on my tongue and sucked the fragrant residuals. Our waitress approached the table to see if any of us needed a new drink order. With an air of innocence, I pretended to look about before asking, “Would you get me another napkin please? I must have dropped mine on the floor.” We arrived back at the flat by eleven. Nathan uncorked a red zinfandel while I went to the loft to change. The only light I used came from a lantern in the Japanese garden at the back of the house. I could hear them talking, even laughing; the comfort level between the three of us is always so good! “Dessert just arrived.” Nathan’s eyes sparkled with devilish glee as I entered the room. One thing that Nathan has discovered about himself is that he loves to watch Chris fuck me. So, naturally, Chris and I intended to oblige. Chris and Nathan had been seated on the ornate couch facing the park and savoring their wine. I sat on the floor between them and leaned against Nathan’s knees. Christopher leaned forward to clink his wine glass next to wine. That wonderful sense of crystal ringing with clarity tinkled through the air! Instinctively one of us reached for the other. All small talk was dismissed and sensuous seductive touch began. There was a fever building. I pushed him down upon the carpet forcefully. I wanted him in me. Nathan has proclaimed the images he recorded from that moment on in his memory to be the ones he most often conjures. He often whispers in my ear about these sites when he makes love to me. By his account, Chris acquiesced all control readily to the encounter and allowed the pace and the rhythm of the coupling to evolve through me. Nathan settled on the carpet beside us with his head cradled in his hand. His viewpoint was only inches from our loins. Beneath that zipper laid the key to my happiness. I knelt between his legs and lowered my head to his crotch. He was so hard that I greedily freed him to take him into my mouth and savor his sweetness. My tongue flicked over his cock and held it lustily between my lips. I sucked and he thrust. Pre-cum oozed down my throat. Endless Possibilities Nathan’s lips were trailing wet kisses over my buttocks. One finger lightly traced the defining lines of the inner edges of the labia, flickering, tantalizing and stoking the fires that already raged within my body. The tip of his tongue delicately probed the tight ring of my anus. For Christopher this resulted in an intensified sucking of his shaft, from tip to root. However, patience evaporated! I needed him inside of me. I’d delayed this pleasure already for longer than I could bear. Crawling up his body I positioned myself to mount him, straddle him, and feel the headiness as he guided his cock expertly into my fuck hungry pussy. As is the case in most instances with Chris, this was all it took to trigger yet another orgasm to pulse in repeated currents between us. He too is multi orgasmic! My body melted onto his and our lips locked in a deep tongue-swapping kiss. Nathan was settled back watching and stoking his own engorged penis with a furious hand. Sometimes when my Nathan is highly aroused he becomes very verbal. This was one of those times. “I have the most incredible view! When you lift her ass I can see her cheeks blend into her womanhood. Your cock fits her perfectly! Listen to her sounds! She loves being fucked!” Everyone moaned and the pace between our two joined bodies matched the heat emanating from the three of us. “Diana, you sound like a cat purring! I love watching you and listening to sounds the two of you are making. What an incredible site!” I sat upright on Chris’ staff and ground my pelvis against his torso. His knees were slightly raised an allowed me to lean back and kiss Nathan. “Don’t stop, baby. Ride that shaft! I can see a shimmering wetness every time he thrusts into you. I can see the puckered opening of your ass squeeze shut with each stroke. I love watching your rosebud respond. It excites me most of all!” Chris guided us over where he was on top. Oh, do I love this! He gets so deeply embedded into me that I sometimes think I am having an out-of-body experience. Nathan’s voice continued to detail for us everything his eyes did see. “With every stroke your pussy alternately squeezes him tightly and grips him. Your rosebud is so alive and so responsive! Every downward stoke pushes his cock back into the crevice of your body and very noticeably opens your bud as if to welcome him back!” They took turns touching me, kissing me, fucking me, and loving me. It was well into the early morning hours before we decided that we should sleep so we could begin anew in the morning. All of us were to discover the next morning that we had carpet burns on our knees. A small price paid for a lifetime memory. For four glorious days I was the focus of these two gentle, sexy, passionate good men. We walked beside each other through the streets of the Village as we made our way towards Penn Station. There he would board a train that would lead him back to his own life. Neither of us could speak. I could not trust my voice for fear that the well of emotion that had been building all day would spill forth. So, instead we exchanged furtive glances, small smiles meant to reassure the other and a tight grip on the other’s hand. Separating became more difficult each time. We stopped at a corner that he designated as half way to the station. It was here that he deemed we should part. And in his typical fashion, he began to spell out in detail the route I should take to safely find my way back to the flat. When words could no longer delay the inevitable, he pulled me to him and hugged me tightly. I clung to him as though my life depended upon keeping him next to me. “Don’t go!! Please!” My heart was literally aching. But, they were not words I could say. We lived separate lives and each of us was married to another. That fact was never going to change. Parting is never easy, but this time it was a sweet agony. Neither of us knew when we might have moments like this again. He turned and began to walk in one direction and I in the other. I turned back to watch him for as long as I would be able to see him. And when I did, he was staring back at me. Both of us smiled having caught the other. He blew me a kiss and waved. Holding on to the words he had whispered as we lay there naked together just moments before, I waved and smiled bravely. Thus, I was the first to signal that it would be all right and that he must go on with his journey. Stoically, I walked back. All alone in this city of millions! The flat where we had spent the last week was right at the edge of Washington Park. It was filled with Haitian Art, each piece beautiful in its vibrant color and whimsy. But, my dismay was such that even this beauty could not distract me or fill me. Silence echoed all around. I climbed beneath the comforter and lay on the fold out bed where he had slept. I could smell him mingled in the sheets. And I cried! And here I fell asleep while images of the weekend played through my dreams. Each of us is faced each day with a series of choices that determine our ultimate experience in life. I choose to live my life as a series of endless possibilities. Not a day goes by that I do not think about him. Yearn for him. Love him. And, I allow myself to think: “Tomorrow or next week or next month, when I open the door he will be standing there smiling. It is definitely a possibility!” Endless Possibilities Dearest, I find myself at a loss of what to write to you. How can I put into words, the feelings you conjure, and the tantalizing visuals you produce in my head? How can I write a fantasy, knowing it will never be exactly what I want, because I orchestrate it, rather than we? When my lips brush yours, would you lightly stroke the nape of my neck with your fingers? Or would you suck my lower lip, asking without words to gain entrance so that your tongue could find my own? Perhaps you'd demand, rather than ask, pulling me tightly against you until my body is crushed against yours, your mouth devouring my own with no apology. Each action can in turn set off its own chain of possible reactions, which would in turn set off different responses from me... the possibilities are quite frankly endless my darling. Endless. Let's return to that simple, innocent kiss. My lips brush yours, lightly, teasingly. Your fingers curl to the nape of my neck, stroking the fine hairs until I feel small shocks of electricity. Gasping, my lips part and you seize the moment, your tongue stroking my lip, coaxing my mouth to open more. Your hands slip down my back, softly tracing the curve of my sides, the tiny indentation of my spine. I exhale slowly, my breath warm on you as my tongue dances tentatively with yours, a game of cat and mouse -- meeting, retreating, but always returning. My hands cup your jaw, thumbs lightly caressing your cheeks as we both close our eyes, lost in a moment that has become an eternity of tenderness. My lips brush yours, lightly, teasingly. Your teeth catch my lower lip, sucking it playfully. Rather than pull away, I press my lips more firmly against yours, coaxing your teeth apart with my tongue. My hands glide restlessly along your chest, unfastening the buttons in their wake until my fingers soothingly slide against your unrestricted skin. As my tongue swirls against yours my fingers bite lightly into your hips, pulling the evidence of your arousal against my abdomen, where each shift in my movement brushes against you intimately. Our mouths part and my lips move of their own volition along your neck, seeking the hollow of your throat. I hear the soft groan of approval just as I feel the shiver of your voice directly against my lips. My tongue strokes the spot lazily before moving to the side of your neck. My teeth scrape your skin as I suck lightly, tasting you and then bathing the spot in soft tender kisses. I'm sorry baby, I got carried away there. This is supposed to be an informative demonstration of my point about the possibilities, isn't it? I momentarily forgot, and I'll try to not let it happen again. My lips brush yours, lightly, teasingly. Your growl in response causes my heart to leap, and before I can think, your mouth is hot against mine, demanding entrance with such a force I have no option but to concede. Your hands snake around me, grasping my backside and pulling me roughly against you. There is no thought but your taste, your scent, the feeling of your thickening manhood pressing through your pants as if it is mocking the flimsy material of my skirt. Your hands ride higher, sliding underneath my blouse and along my back. My hands grip your shoulders helplessly, and I feel needful, wanton. Your hands stop momentarily at my sides, your thumbs tracing the underside of my breasts and a faint grunt of approval as you find I am only clothed by the shirt. I feel your muscles clench beneath my hands and somewhere mixed in with the sound of my blood thundering in my ears come the rip of cloth, the pop of buttons. Drowning against you, in you, I wrench my head free with a gasp for air, trying to clear my overloaded senses. Before the breath fills my lungs, it escapes in a moan as you lower your head to my exposed breasts, your mouth fastened to my nipple. Your tongue flicks harshly against the sensitive nub, a tortuous pleasure conceived to once again banish any logical thought from my mind, replacing it with a pure, almost primal, feeling. A desolate sigh leaves my dry lips as you relinquish your possession of my breast. Within moments your shirt is off and my hands aimlessly roam your back, stroking every muscle, every shift and plane in your flesh. You pick me up and deposit me without fanfare on the counter, lowering your head once more to my other breast before I can utter a word. Your lips and tongue circle the rigid peak of my nipple, driving me to distraction as I shift restlessly, trying to coax you into sucking my nipple. Cool stone chills my flushed skin. I tilt my head down, watching you, and realize you've pulled my skirt up to my waist without ceremony. Your eyes catch mine and hold them, a silent challenge reflected there. You continue to watch me as your mouth finally hovers over the painfully hard nipple, lightly brushing your lips against it. My eyes flutter shut and the sensations instantly stop, and as my eyes open once more I watch you, watching me. Your tongue flicks once and a strangled moan escapes my throat, but my eyes remain riveted to yours. Your teeth scrape lightly and I shudder, watching you intently with what I know is a pleading stare. You finally concede and I am swept away again as molten heat spreads through me with each suck and scrape of your mouth. My nails rake down your back, my thumbs hooking into your waistband and pushing your pants down in a frenzy. Another thick moan wavers in the air as I feel your rigid erection break free, resting hotly against my thigh. I squirm uncontrollably, desperately, until you grab my hips and pull me forward. Unable to do anything but support myself, my hands go behind me, holding myself up as you guide my hips to the very edge of the counter, my body positioned like some ancient carnal offering. The only warning is the quick nip of your teeth against my nipple as you thrust into me. My head falls back with abandon, my muscles tense and my skin damp with frustration and need. Your mouth feeds on me insatiably, from breast to neck, shoulder to breast once more, while your unrelenting thrusts push you to my very core. My legs curl around your hips, my heels digging into your backside, urging you deeper still. I am helpless to do more than watch, my eyes half open in a haze, clouded by perspiration. I see the beads slowly slide down your forehead, mingling with the fine sheen on my chest. Your thrusts become impossibly faster, until I cannot see a difference in our bodies. The sound of our hoarse breathing and accelerated hearts seem to match perfectly. Is it your sudden moan that fills the air, or mine? An eternity passes before I realize that every thrust tears some strange guttural sound from my throat, each one rising in pitch until it's nearly a scream. My muscles clench around velvet steel as wave after wave of piercing ecstasy wash through me, shaking my entire body, my muscles clenched tightly around your throbbing manhood, refusing to allow me peace until you've gone with me. Distantly, I hear your strangled cry, my name and yours mingled into one strange sound until I realize we are calling each other simultaneously. I feel you erupt inside me, and I peak a wave of pure erotic heat, spiraling out of control. Your hips sink into mine and finally still, your chest collapsing onto me just as my arms finally give and I sink back, my nearly charred flesh soothed by the cool marble counter. Weakly my arms wrap around you, unable to do more than breathe. A long, peaceful silence lies around us, interrupted only by our heavy breathing and pounding hearts. ... I really must apologize. I've forgotten what this letter is about. I had a point... but I forgot it. Right now my only desire is to have you close to me, to explore the endless possibilities. Forever yours... Endless Possibilities This is my first submission after a long time of enjoying the imaginative and well written works of many authors here. As they say in the movies, the following story was "inspired" by true events. Meaning it is a nugget of truth covered with a large dose of BS. I hope you enjoy reading it at much as I did writing it and constructive criticism is always welcome. ***** "It's really going to happen!" That statement keeps flashing across my mind as I prepare for this evening. The excitement is so intense that I am nearly shaking and can hardly focus on the task at hand. I stop laying out supplies, close my eyes and take a deep breath. After a few calm measured breaths my head clears enough to continue and I smile as my thoughts drift back to our first meeting. The post was titled "MWM seeks same for discreet mutual fun" and caught my eye because I had posted a few weeks past with nearly the same title. After seeing that the person posting was about my age and in the same city, I had to look further. Again, I see the body of the post is almost identical to my previous listing: MWM. Check. Early forties. Check. Six foot + tall. Check. Nice body but not a gym god. Check. Fairly smooth body. Check. About 6" cut cock shaved bare. Check. Interested in mutual oral. Check. Open to exploring other activities depending comfort level but no pain or toilet stuff. Check. Discreet, discreet, discreet. Check, check, check. It had seemed to good to be true but I sent a message anyway. He responded right away and really surprised me with his openness and sincerity. We hit it off from the start and were soon chatting about our urges and fantasies. I had expressed my unwillingness to exchange face pics due to discretion. He was understanding of my concerns but also included a pic with his reply. His picture was a full body shot (minus the head), fully clothed, and he appeared even better than his description. I responded with the same only my jeans were conveniently unzipped and pulled open. He responded with a similar picture but his hand gripped the underwear, showing his hard cock straining against the material. With that I quickly strip and sent a shot of my naked swollen member. His next email contained two pictures. The first was a shot of his naked waist, his smooth shaven dick fully exposed. The second was a close up of his manhood. It was the last shot that put me over the edge. Not only was it a close up but was also taken from the perspective seen by someone about to engulf it! His hand gripped the base, keeping the shaft pointing out. The veins on the shaft were clearly visible and head had become a massive mushroom. The best part was the sight of precum leaking from the tip, forming into a drop, ready for an outstretched tongue. Amazing! My lust was pushed to limit with that sight. I began stroking furiously as visions of that beautiful cock sliding past my lips danced through my head. I was at the point of no return and began taking pictures as my orgasm quickly approached. The explosion was intensely overwhelming. Pools of warm semen spotted my stomach and chest. I could even feel a drop running down my neck. As lay there coated in cum, waiting for my pulse to slow, I looked at the pictures just taken and chose a couple to send. The first showed my climax, a milky rope of fluid ejecting from cock and hanging mid air above my chest. The second was a shot of the aftermath, my chest and stomach spotted with pools of cum, the sticky juice dripping from my still hard cock. The reply took a little while and had no pictures attached when it did show. I was concerned the pictures I sent might have gone to far but my worries were immediately relieved as I read the response. "David, Thank you for sharing such an incredibly hot and intimate moment with me!! I wish that I could have returned the favor but they were such a turn on I couldn't stop looking at them while I got off. I could barely hold my phone much less switch over to the camera! Lol!! I would love to show you in person though. If you're up for it I have an idea how we can do a no pressure face to face meet. After that we can both decide if we are still interested and figure out the rest from that point. I am doing a favor for a friend that owns a business at the mall. He is out of town and asked me to watch his shop tomorrow since one of his employees quit today. After 7 pm I should be the only person working. You can get a good look at me without even stepping in the store. If you like what you see, just come in and say hi! Jeff" How could I say no to that? I quickly replied that it sounded good to me and thanks for being willing to take that chance. We worked out the details and signed off for the night. The next day could not go by fast enough. I had no concerns about my wife wondering where I was tonight since a big customer from Des Moines was in town that I was taking to dinner. This client had requested me personally when I made the change from service to sales so it was critical that I keep him happy. Everything went well, with dinner leading to drinks and enjoyable conversation. Everything went so well that it was nearly closing time when I arrived at the mall. With fifteen minutes to spare I strolled past the store to get my first look at the mystery man. Wow! I'm not really attracted to men so much as their cocks. The rests needs to be a little appealing though. It's difficult to be aroused by a cock that is attached to a person with poor grooming habits or no pride in personal appearance. It looked like I hit the jackpot with the mystery man though. He was dressed well. Casual fit jeans, just snug enough in the seat to hint at his assets without going past tastefulness. His light blue polo shirt was tucked in at the waist and left his muscular arms displayed. On the shirt was one of those paper "Hello! My name is..." tags. He had written "Jeff!" In big bold letters with what looked like some sort of smiley face as the dot under the exclamation point. Then I realized it wasn't smiling, it was a wide eyed face with the mouth forming an "O" shape. Funny, subtle and something probably only I would know the real thought behind. I couldn't help letting out a little chuckle. With that noise both he and the customer looked in my direction. I'm not sure how I appeared at that moment. The elderly woman gave me a look she most likely reserved for the type of people that like to spend their days discussing the merits of peanut butter with their pants. Then he caught my eye and his face lit up with a dazzling smile. "I'll be right over to help you in a just a minute, sir." "No hurry. I'm just looking right now," I managed to say. True but not very smooth. As they turned back to their transaction I did take a good look. His hair was a dirty blond color with a shorter, stylish cut. A well manicured three day stubble beard that worked well. With the smile that still hung on his lips and mischief twinkling in his eyes he looked much younger than the age he gave in our emails. All said he was very handsome and masculine. He quickly finished up and started moving my direction as the customer left the store. "Is there anything I can help you with tonight?," he asked. "I'm just sort of window shopping tonight. I am kind of curious about your name tag though. Did you have someone special in mind while you were drawing it?" I asked straight face, hoping it sounded as smooth out loud as it did in my head. That dazzling smile popped up again. "David?," he asked cautiously. "Yep." I stated as I smiled and extended my hand. He clasped my hand and gave it a strong, firm but not overpowering grip as we shook. "Then you know exactly what I was thinking when I drew it," he said with a small laugh. "I was hoping that it was you. I had begun to think you wouldn't show or saw me and you weren't interested," he stated. "No. I should have sent you a message letting you know I was running late but I didn't get the chance. My meeting ran long and I had to race here before closing time," I explained. "I'm glad you did! Now the we have jumped this hurdle maybe we can talk abou-" He wasn't able to complete the thought. The elderly customer was back and loudly cutting short our conversation. "Excuse me young man but this piece I just purchased has a chip. I will need to exchange it." She announced while wordlessly expressing it was obviously not her fault and the world should stop to fix the problem. "Yes ma'am. It was listed that way on the display card and it's also why it was discounted so much. If you will give me just a moment with this customer, I'll see what I can -" His response was calm but cut short again. "I want this replaced. I can't be expected to read the fine print. It wasn't clearly marked." Blah, blah, blah. On and on she went. Jeff started say something but I spoke up first. "Go ahead and help her out. I'll come back some other time. You can show me the items you said I might be interested in then." He looked a little disappointed but said "OK" and went to help out the woman. As I was leaving stopped and turned so he could see me typing on my phone at the entrance. When I finished I gave him what I hoped was a friendly and mischievous smile before exiting. "Jeff, I'm betting you were hoping on dealing with a totally different type of ass tonight! Lol I didn't want to complicate things for you there so I figured it would be easier if I left. Since I didn't get a chance in there, I want to let you know I am definitely still interested. If you are too just let me know." I wasn't even to my car yet when the phone buzzed in my pocket. A new message. I pulled out the phone as I settled into the car. "David, You have got that right!! I told her I was going in back to check about an exchange. I figure I can make her wait till close then tell her she will have to speak with the owner tomorrow. Ugh!! I'm very interested in going further too. Your hot! It's probably best she came back. I was already contemplating how to get into your pants tonight. It kept me from coming on strong and taking the chance of scaring you off." I quickly typed a reply email. "You wouldn't have scared me off. In fact I haven't left the parking lot yet." I took a picture of me grabbing my cock through my jeans and sent off the email. I got a reply in just a few seconds. "Give me five minutes then come back in the store. There is a private room in back we can use after closing!" I'm not sure what he did to get rid of the obnoxious woman but five minutes later she was gone and I was following Jeff to the back of the store. He led me through a storage area and into a small break room with a couch, a mini refrigerator and a microwave. He told me relax, grab a drink from the frig and get comfortable while he closed down and locked up. As I pulled a water bottle from the frig I noticed that the room had a small night light in the corner. I turned off the main light leaving the room bathed in a low warm glow. Without the harsh overhead lights I immediately felt more comfortable. Sitting down on the couch I removed my shoes and set them aside. By the time the door open I had my pants off and was slowly stroking my cock. As Jeff entered and saw me I looked up and smiled. "You said to relax and get comfortable." He smiled and moved toward the couch. Without a word he dropped to his knees between my legs and took my cock in his hand. He gazed up at me while lightly stroking my shaft with only his thumb and index finger encircling it. I felt his other hand run along the inside of my thigh. He moved up further to gently massage my balls and the area between them and my ass. He was still watching my face and I think he was making sure I wasn't going to freak out. I smiled at him and let out a low moan. With that reassurance, Jeff lowered his head toward my swollen member. I could feel his breath hot against my skin as he hovered just above the tip. I gasped as he swallowed me to the base in one swift motion. He paused there briefly before slowly working his way back up. At the top he paused again, keeping just the head in his mouth. Maintaining the gentle suction, his tongue flittered all around the head of my dick and the sensitive underside just below the head. Then he swallowed me to the base again and repeated his wonderfully torturous motions. His hand continued to caress my balls and taint the whole time. He kept repeating this process for what felt like an eternity but I'm sure was only a few minutes in reality. That familiar tingling pressure began to build up in my groin. Jeff must have sensed it as well because he released me from his mouth. I wasn't sure what to do at that point. Maybe he wanted me to finish it off or maybe he want me to play with his cock or maybe he just didn't want me cum in his mouth. I started to sit up. Jeff gently pushed me back down and licked his way down my shaft before taking each of my balls in his mouth to massage with his tongue. He ran his tongue down the sensitive area behind my sack. Then he paused and looked up at me. "David, you seem like your getting close to cumming. I want you to know that is ok. I want you to cum for me. Don't worry about warning me. Just let yourself go and enjoy the pleasure." He then went back to work with his mouth. His hands moved across my legs and around to grab my smooth buttocks. With a slight pressure he lifted my ass as his tongue darted lower. As his mouth found the sensitive skin around my hole, his tongue flicked out to trace its edge. I gasped loudly as this new sensation shot through my body like a bolt of electric pleasure. My body clearly reacting with obvious enjoyment as I involuntarily shifted down to meet his wonderful tongue. I reached out and held his head grinding into his face with wanton lust. Jeff didn't seem to mind, squeezing my cheeks harder. The tip of his tongue finding the center of my forbidden hole with a soft wiggling pressure. "Oh yes!!" I cried out, followed by a series of animalistic grunts. After far to short of a time he began to kiss a trail up to the the tip of my cock. My body felt like jelly. I took huge ragged breaths as if I'd just run some great distance. I looked past my heaving chest to seeing him licking the length of my manhood. "You really seem to enjoy that," he said with a smile. "We'll have to explore that a little further another time. Right now I want you to cum for me." Again he took me fully into his mouth. His hand still on my shaft, he stroked me in time with his lips sliding up and down the shaft. I could hear wet sucking noises as he increases his tempo. A soft moaning came from him that I could feel with my cock and caused the light hair on my body to stand on end. Suddenly his fingertip was rubbing the sensitive center of my ass. It was too much for me to hold out against and I exploded in his mouth. My hips thrust forward as each blast of my most intense orgasm ever shot through my body, out of my cock and into his waiting throat. He maintained his suction and gulped down each spurt as I roughly thrust into his mouth. I fell back into the couch panting wildly. My eyes were shut tight as I lie trying to calm my breathing and a warm glow seemed to settle on me. He released my softening member from his mouth and I could sense him standing up. I open my eyes to see that he had taken a step back and was looking down on me with a cautious smile. Like earlier, he seemed to be waiting to see if I would freak out. I smiled back at him and leaned forward, reaching out for the front of his pants. He visibly relaxed, releasing a breath I'm not sure even he realize he was holding. He stepped forward and help me remove his pants and shoes. Before his pants even hit the floor I was pulling at the waistband of his boxer/briefs. I pulled them them past his waist and suddenly his cock was directly at eye level. He looked even larger "in the flesh" than his pictures made him appear. Once clear of his waist I let the underwear drop to the floor. As he stepped out and kicked them off to the side I reached out to grasp his manhood. He was already erect. Actually, extremely erect might be more accurate. There was no give to the flesh of the shaft and veins stretched against the skin. He was about the same length as me but seemed a bit thicker around. The head was flared out to nearly double the circumference as the shaft. It looked almost angry with its need. It was beautiful. A steady stream of precum was already leaking from the tip down the shaft. I used my thumb to rub the slick fluid around the sensitive area under the head. I heard the sharp intake of breath indicating he liked the attention. I wrapped my thumb and index finger firmly around the shaft. As I stroked upward a large drop of fluid formed at the tip. I leaned forward till my lips almost made contact and let him feel the heat of my breath on the head of his cock. With a slight motion I lowered his dick till the head rested on my lower lip. My tongue darted out and collected the precious drop gathered at the tip. I took a moment to savor the salty flavor. I leaned further so both my lips touch the tip like some obscene kiss and explored around and in the slit with my tongue. He was quietly repeating the word "Oh" while running his fingers through my hair. He began pushing forward slightly with his hips. Reaching up, I caressed his heavy balls with my free hand as I slid my lips down over the head of his cock. "Yessss," he hissed as his fingers gripped my hair. His big mushroom head filled my mouth nicely. I swirled my tongue all around the head, enjoying the spongy feel of it. Before long he started to rock his hips back and forth. Each push forward took him deeper into my mouth. I continued my tongue massage on the underside of his love muscle the entire time, exploring each ridge at it past. Now it was me making wet sucking noises as I drooled on his shaft. I could feel his need as his pace quickened. Then he pulled back till just the head of his cock was planted between my lips. The hand holding my hair kept me I that position and I worked the knob relentlessly. "David!" He shout and I looked up realizing that in my lust I hadn't registered him saying my name the first couple of times. "Are you ok?" He asked. Without relinquishing my prize I nodded my head. "I'm very close. Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" He was was asking but the firm grip on my hair held me in place, giving a clear signal as to what he wanted to happen. I didn't bother trying to answer. My hands moved to the fleshy globes of his ass and I pulled him forward. My lips slid slowly down his shaft not stopping till my chin rubbed against his balls, my nose pressed into his stomach. My eyes began to water and I fought to relax enough to keep from gagging. "Oh God! Yes, David, yes!" He exclaimed. I relinquished my grip on his ass to allow him to back off a bit. He took the hint and back out a little still holding my head in place. My hands ran up and down his muscular legs as he began thrusting his hips. Sensing that I probably wouldn't be able to control my gag reflex enough for a deep throat fucking, he kept his strokes shallower. His urgency and speed steadily increased though. I wrapped my hand around the base of his fleshy missile in an odd thumb and two finger hold. He understood perfectly. Realizing he no longer needed to worry about gagging me, he grabbed my head with both hands and began fucking my mouth with reckless abandon. He was grunting in time with each thrust now. My eyes were watering up freely now and my hand was slippery with spit. It only turned me on more. Each thrust sent jolts pleasure through my body causing my cock to grow harder with each push. Endless Possibilities Suddenly he pulled me into him in a final lunge. He made sound somewhere between a growl and a shout. I felt a pulse run up the underside of his shaft and his whole cock seemed to swell even larger. Then my mouth was flooded with his warm seed. I swallowed the first powerful shot without even thinking. That was quickly followed a second and third less powerful spurt that I managed to keep from automatically swallowing as well. His cock continued to twitch, letting out a slow trickle of cream. I swirled the creamy fluid still in my mouth around the head of his dick, enjoying the moment. In his post climax he quickly became too sensitive for me to continue and started to pull out. I continued sucking as he exited, making sure all his juice was left in me. Once he clear my lips I held his cock so that tip rested on my lower lip. Looking up into his eyes, I opened my mouth so he saw the remainder of his milky seed pooled inside. I closed my mouth and smiled at him as I swallowed down the last his load. I open back up to show my now empty mouth, flicking my tongue out for one final lick. A shutter ran through him with that motion. Releasing his grip his fingers caressed the side of my face. "That was amazing, David. Thank you," he stated breathlessly. I smiled at him then leaned forward to kiss his thigh. His softening cock rubbed against my cheek as my hands roamed over his muscular ass and legs again. Though we had not yet talked about it, suddenly the image of him standing behind me, hands gripping my hips, thrusting into me with the same reckless abandon he'd used to fuck my mouth, flashed through my mind. That thought brought me reeling back to the present. "Crap," I thought. "Get your head in the game or it won't happen tonight either." Gathering up the supplies, I scurried off towards the bathroom. My fully erect penis smacked against my stomach as I moved, defiantly telling me its opinion as to what I should be doing right now. Choosing to ignore his advice, I stepped into the luxurious bathroom and turned on the water in the oversized shower. To be continued...