2 comments/ 15277 views/ 14 favorites In the Flesch By: 13thChildofLeeds This story by far conveys my wildest sexual experience ever. Despite going to a modest public school in a rural part of NW New Jersey, my school had a fencing program. My guess is it was started a long time prior to my time there, and administration just forgot about it. Anyway, I actually became a rather good fencer and, when I was looking at colleges, my coach made one phone call and got me into the State University. Despite my doubts, I made the varsity team my freshman year and, therefore, traveled and competed with the team for all meets in which the University participated. The following story related the events that occurred during one memorable trip. We had just completed a Regional Meet at a major Ivy League school in the Northeast. There were five colleges and universities represented at this tournament. After all the bouts were fenced, and the results were tallied and announced, we hit the locker room. I had just finished a grueling 15-touch bout against a senior. I lost by three touches; not really close, but respectable for a freshman. I was pretty beat and was replying the bout in my head while I got undressed getting ready to take a shower before the long trip back home. I wasn't really paying attention when I walked into the shower area, but I was quickly brought back to reality when I encountered the scene occurring under the water. The shower area was a classic "gang" shower configuration. There were nozzles along all four walls and two pillars with an additional four nozzles each. Between the two pillars, in the center of the shower-room was a rowdy crowd of guys, gathered around something going on in their midst. I stopped in my tracks as I noticed 25+ naked or towel wrapped guys standing in close proximity obviously not focused on showering. They were hooting, hollering, and cheering on whatever spectacle was being performed before them. More shocking, however, was the fact that many of them, the majority in fact, were obviously aroused and openly stroking themselves. This violated so many aspects of group shower etiquette, that I had to move closer to see what the commotion was about. As I advanced, it became obvious that someone was on the floor of the shower in the center of the crowd. I quickly discerned a girl, dressed in a skirt and a school t-shirt. She had dark hair that was soaked. She wasn't overly thin; kind of thick, really, but in the right places. The water and steam from the showers had virtually pasted the shirt to her ample breasts, yet this was the tamest thing about her appearance. For, when I finally got an unobstructed view, it became clear that she was eagerly servicing those around her. She was straddling some lucky guy who was sitting on the floor with his back against one of the pillars. He looked in ecstasy even though the girl's attention was clearly focused on the cock in her hand and the cock in her mouth. This young lady was stroking the one cock while her head bobbed up and down the other. She was literally swallowing the cock in her mouth, her nose burying itself in the guys hair with each stroke. I was mesmerized. I had never seen such a public display of raw sexual lust. I simply stared, probably with my mouth open drooling, as this vixen coaxed the cum from the dick she was sucking and, nearly simultaneously, the one she was stroking. The first fella filled her mouth with several substantial pumps. The girl casually swallowed what she could and moved over to catch what she could from the second cock shooting cum in the direction of her face and t-shirt covered tits. This girl was careless about where the cum was flying as she jerked both cocks erratically, flinging more drops of cum on, not only herself, but the closest bystanders as well. She didn't make a point to linger with the cum or appear to savor it as you might see in so many porn flicks. She had an ample supply of cum filled balls, she knew it, and she was hungry to get to the next load. She virtually pushed away the two guys who had just cum and reached for her next course. As she started to work on these new sperm straws, she began to focus on grinding her pussy on the cock buried in her. Her skirt was hiked up, wet and sticking to her thighs, and she was riding the lucky guy's cock in slow, powerful strokes. She sucked a new cock in her mouth, held on to another one with her left hand, and moved her right hand down to her clit. She sucked hard on the cock in her mouth, but didn't move her head as it was apparent most of her focus was on her own pleasure pulsing from her loins. Her hand increased its speed until a blur, the guy under her began to really moan, and she let loose with a deep, guttural, primal moaning around the dick that was trapped in her mouth. The owner of that dick contorted his face as she sucked with such great force that, he told me on the bus ride home, she had left a black and blue hickey on his "junk". When this little she-devil came down from her orgasm, she realized that the guy who had been filling her pussy had cum and was of no further use to her at the moment. By this time, I had slung my towel over my shoulder and was stroking my now hard cock along with everyone else. The girl stood up to let the spent fella under her get up (to resounding cheers from the rest of us). He looked slick with sweat and as if he had the wind knocked out of him, but he had the goofiest smile on his face. As I watched him walk away, I felt a hand pulling my cock. When I snapped my head around, I looked down into the eyes of this minx as she was pulling me towards her by my dick. She smirked and said, "You're next,, buddy". She guided me to the floor, which was very slippery. It was then I came to the realization that I was about to lay down in a puddle of semen. How many guys had already cum to produce that much scum? And now I was going to be sitting in it. The group, including many of my teammates cheered as she pushed me down by my shoulders. My towel formed a little bit of a cushion as I leaned back against the pillar. The girl stood in front of me and grabbed the back of my head. She crammed my face into her well used pussy before I fully grasped what was going to happen. She didn't wait for my tongue to even get started and just began to grind against my face. It took me a second or two, but I was able to get my tongue out of my mouth and it was quickly engulfed by a hungry, gaping, slick pussy. As I started lapping the best I could, I was rewarded with a mouthful of juices. As the 'lady' continued to rape my mouth with her cunt, it gradually dawned on me that I was eating the cum of the guy that had just unloaded into her. In fact, given the crowd, there might be more than one load in her from before I arrived on the scene. That realization, however, did not prevent my dick from staying as hard as I had ever known. When this cum hungry slut came, she clenched her thighs around my head and practically sprayed her juices and whatever remnants were left all over my face. As her body relaxed, she slid down my body, her shirt lifting up over her tits. Her eyes were dazed as she reached behind her and fed my dick into her sopping wet hole. I moaned and reached up to cup her full breast in my hand. As I leaned forward to suck on her nipple, two guys stepped up on either side of us with their cocks pointed at her face. The whole crowd had been jerking off to this spectacle and my whole view was filled with cocks of various sizes being stroked, pre-cum dripping from a good number of them, including those that the girl impaled on my dick was now reaching for. Just above my head, she started working those cocks. She sucked the one to her left while stroking the one in her right hand. They were primed because within seconds, they were both shooting copious amounts of sperm. As she had her mouth on one cock, she aimed the other down towards her tits and, yes, my lapping tongue. By this point, I was so turned on and there was such a pervasive atmosphere of lewdness, that I had not reservations about sucking down as much cum off of her tit as I could. Perhaps it was my apparent eagerness that caused her to moan around the dick in her mouth. When she let that mouth fall from her lips, a string of cum spanning the gap momentarily, she grabbed my head, pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply. It was my turn to moan as she pushed the cum from her mouth to mine. She spent a good amount of time swirling her tongue around my sperm filled mouth. When she reluctantly pulled away cum fell from our mouths and down our chins. She smiled the most wicked smile as she looked me in the eye and reached for the next two cocks. She maintained eye contact as she slowly started to work the cum out of these two guys. She worked both cocks with her mouth and hands until they were dripping and ready to burst. She then aimed both directly at my face as she started to pump vigorously. I turned my face away and this prompted her to flex her pussy muscles around my cock, reminding me she was controlling this whole situation. I looked back at her and those two dicks. She was giving me a scolding look as if to say "Don't even think of not doing what I want." Her hands flew over the shafts with amazing dexterity. The first guy's balls started to tense and I braced myself for the inevitable. She smiled as the first shots splattered over my face. Over and over cum painted my skin, hair, lips. I didn't even notice the second guy had started to cum as it seemed a continuation of the same load. She went wild as the cum started to drip down my face. She began to ride my cock hard and fast while licking and slurping the cum from my face. We shared another cum laden kiss as I shot a huge load deep inside her sloppy pussy. It took me awhile to catch my breath as she continued to lick little bits of cum from me. When, I had, she stood up, cum dripping from her pussy onto my legs. She helped me up, gave me a wink and smacked my ass saying, "I hope to see you around again." I stumbled away from the fray as the remaining guys stepped up in a circle jerk around her. I washed off and made my way to the waiting bus. I was starting to feel embarrassed at thought of having to ride home with everyone after they saw me ingest all of that cum, some of it theirs. But as I made my way through the parking lot, my teammates caught up to me and started slapping me on the back and pretty much congratulating me on getting to fuck her. That day became legendary and I was the focus of many stories told about it. Needless to say, I slept the whole way home on the bus. In The Flesh This whole situation is, well, weird. What on earth do I think I am doing? I really can't believe that I am here today - it almost feels as though I am hitching a lift in somebody else's body, just a passenger along for the ride. I have to periodically remind myself that this is for real, that it really is happening. But still it is hard to accept. I have thought many times about meeting you in person, but something inside told me that perhaps it would be better just to keep things purely online. But the thought kept returning, each time with more insistence. Our mutual curiosity just grew and got the better of us. So we arranged this meeting, on neutral ground, to satisfy our curiosities once and for all. The corridor in the hotel is unremarkable, flanked by a line of many doors. As I walk past each I hear muffled sounds behind them - one has TV noises, another has people talking but most are just silent. There is only one door I am really interested in, and I have arrived outside it. I am filled with doubt. Whatever possessed me to make this trip? So many ways it can go wrong, I mean, real life never lives up to your dreams, does it? You might shudder away from me. The picture you have of me makes the best of what I have - the camera can hide a multitude of sins. I am terribly nervous. I feel an involuntary shiver in my body. My mouth feels dry and my forehead feels hot. I lift my free hand and form it into a fist. Knock. The sound echoes down the corridor. What seems like an eternity passes before I hear a noise behind the door. The handle twists and the lock gives off a loud click as you release it. The sudden report startles me. The door opens. Eyes peek around the door. I look into your eyes. You look back. I'm desperately trying to read the expression now forming on your face. Anxiety? Maybe a little. Disappointment? Perhaps. A smile. You smiled! Oh yes, a nice, broad friendly smile, not a stiff, polite one either! The corners of my mouth involuntarily move upwards and out. How did you make me do that? You must have magic powers, yes, that's the only rational explanation ... There is a slight hesitation. I speak - or at least try to. A dry croak squeaks from my mouth. You cover your mouth and stifle a laugh as my cheeks flare into crimson. I don't feel embarrassed though, you don't make me feel that way at all. "Oh, you brought me flowers" you say. Flowers? I look dumbly down at my hand clenched tightly around the stems. "Oh ... yes" I reply - my voice has now, mercifully, regained its normal tenor. I hold them out to you and you take them. As you do so your fingers brush my hand - not completely accidental, I think. The contact causes me to look back into your eyes. We gaze at one another until we become aware that the roses are still hovering between us. "Come in, you can't stand out there all evening!" I can still feel nerves and I sense a slight edginess in you too. I step inside, closing the door behind me. The hotel room is plain, a king bed with a couple of dressers. In the corner a fake plant stands behind an armchair and along the wall there is a mirror and dresser. You are now stood by the dresser in front of the mirror, giving me the chance to study you in duplicate. Although study is the wrong word, it's too clinical. Admire would be a much better way to describe it. I have only known you from pictures and words online. I now realize that they never came close to conveying your true beauty. I am feeling much more relaxed and I take the opportunity to slip the travel bag off my shoulder. I walk up to you and look down into your eyes. I take the flowers from your hand and place them on the dresser. I wrap my arms around you and hold you close, pressing your body into mine. You feel simply fantastic in my arms. You squeeze back and we stand awhile, slowly crushing the breath out of each other. I look into your eyes again. You are making me burn. Hesitation. We've only just met and I feel afraid of ruining this first encounter by making a crass move. I want to kiss you. I've wanted to for a long time, dreamt of it and then found myself stinging with frustration at not being able to make it come true. And now, in this already unreal situation, I have you in my arms. This is the way I have pictured it countless times. I lower my face a little - you lift yours closer to mine. Your eyes close as our lips meet for the first time. I have one hand on the nape of your neck, the other has found its way to the small of your back, ideal for pulling you close. You put your hand on the back of my head, where your fingers proceed to play with my hair. I feel a little more daring. I cautiously slide the tip of my tongue across your lips and I feel them part slightly. I start to open your mouth, my tongue seeking its counterpart. They meet and perform a sensual dance in your mouth. I'm suddenly aware of pressure and stiffness below. I was so preoccupied with our kiss that I didn't realize that the rest of my body was acting on its own initiative. I feel a sudden flush of embarrassment, I never realized how aroused your kisses were making me. I'm sure you can feel it since our bodies are pressed so close together. I don't know what you will think, there's no way you can't feel it. You look up at me, smile and hold me tighter. You pull my head back down and we kiss again, this time with increasing passion. You hands wander up and down my back. And then your left hand drops to my ass ... I gasp slightly in surprise and you squeeze - squeeze hard, in fact. I feel your fingernails pinching into my flesh. Well, I figure that two can play at that game. I slide my hand down, following your neckline, until it comes to rest on your right breast. I give it a firm squeeze and I feel your hand squeeze to reply in kind. This makes us smile again. You move your other hand around my hips and between our bodies, down to my groin. I feel you place the flat of your palm against my bulge and start to rub, up and down on it. I give out a deep, contented groan from the sensation this is causing and I kiss you extremely hard. You are driving me wild with desire. I push you back to the wall, wedging you against it with my body. My hands move to your hips and start to gather up the material of your skirt. A part of me still expects, fears resistance but you offer none as I pull your skirt up and slip my fingers inside your silky panties. I take hold of your ass with both hands and squeeze it - you giggle naughtily. You reach down and unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. You pull them down slightly to the middle of my thighs. You expect to see shorts but your eyes widen in surprise when you see I am in fact wearing a posing pouch. Your caress my growing excitement, making it swell and throb in your fingers. I feel a slight flush of color in my cheeks when your fingers find a damp area on the material, caused by the pre-cum running from my tip. A sly smile breaks across your lips as you trace the damp circle with your fingertip. My hands are roaming beneath your panties and I decide to explore between your legs. I feel moist heat on my fingers and I run my forefinger along your pussy lips. Your reaction is _very_ encouraging as I trace the groove between your lips. I start to rub you gently, exploring, seeking your firm nub that is hidden in its folds. Another finger teases your opening, making circles around its rim. You pull down my underwear and take hold my cock. You look into my eyes as your hands explore it, seeking every contor, every ridge, every vein on its thickening shaft. As you do this I eagerly massage your clit, enjoying the sensation of its hardness on my fingers. Your grip tightens around me and you look me straight in the eyes. I remove my free hand from your panties and gently massage your breast with it. I can feel the sharp point of your nipple thru the material of your blouse. I start to unbutton it so that I can get my hand inside. Now that the blouse is open I can feel warmth emanating from your breasts up into my face. You are still playing with my cock, occasionally tugging on the foreskin to see what reaction you get from me. I whisper encouragement in your ear as my hand works to unclasp the front of your bra - not easy with one hand so you help me to release it. The front pops open and I slip my hand onto your breast, its fingers homing in on its tight, stiff nipple. My other hand continues to rub between your legs, getting more and more wet as it does so. I take hold of your nipple between my fingertips and squeeze on it. Your moans encourage me to squeeze harder and twist on it. You lift your hand up to my face in order to stroke my cheek but I quickly turn my head and grab your forefinger between my teeth. I start to flick at it with my tongue and you push it seductively into my mouth. As you do this I seize the opportunity to slip a finger up into your now soaking pussy. Your legs jerk together as I enter you and I feel your cunt walls closing around me. I make circular motions inside you. I start to suck on your finger and as I do so I slide my tongue around it. I work another finger into you and start to pull open your pussy. In reply you pop another finger into my mouth and I tease that one too, punctuating my sucking and licking with an occasional nibble. I slide my fingers around inside you and curve them slightly back toward me. I concentrate hard on what I can feel on my fingertips - I am looking for a very special spot with them. I push them further up into you, exploring the front wall of your cunt. A little further and I imagine that I can feel something familiar ... "YEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!" My head rings momentarily from your exclamation - you were nibbling on my earlobe at the time and I got the full volume in my ear. I gently massage on the spot trying not to over stimulate you. Your cunt has contracted so much that my fingers are tingling from the lack of blood. My hand is being subjected to a torrent of warm cunny honey. Back and forth, up and down, my fingertips assault the spot that is driving you crazy. You repeatedly implore me never to stop, pleading, begging. Your eyes are wide open and your cheeks are deeply flushed. I have fantasized many times about making you come and have come to realize just how badly I have wanted to see it, hear it and feel it first hand. Your arms close around me and crush me onto you as your orgasm tears thru your body. My fingers are being crushed by enormous contractions but continue to work on your spot. Another orgasm comes, overlapped by another. You just seem to be coming constantly, I've never seen or imagined anything like it. Watching you makes me immensely aroused. My hand that has been teasing your tits returns to your hips and starts to pull down your panties. I reluctantly remove the other from your pussy to help the other to pull them down over your thighs. As they drop to the floor you step out of them. I crouch a little and hold your body against the wall. You instinctively wrap your legs around my waist and grip me around my hips. I lift you a little so that I can stand up straight and pin you back up against the wall with my torso. Your hand reaches down and I can feel you guiding my cock into your mound. Warmth and pressure builds on my tip until suddenly the pressure parts and disappears. My tip is slowly enveloped as I slide into you. I feel your legs tighten around me, burying my cock deeper into your cunt. Your eyes narrow to slits as I bottom out inside you. I now rock my hips back and forth, my cock sliding easily in your well-lubricated cunt. Your hips roll as they find rhythm with mine. Each time I plunge into you, you squeeze with your legs, drawing me in further. You beautiful face is a kaleidoscope of emotion. Your mouth whispers encouraging and wicked words in my ear. You know this drives me crazy. I pump you a little more roughly, spurred on by your words of wanton lust. I once again reach down between our bodies and resume the attack on your clit with my fingers. It is a lot more swollen now and a lot more sensitive. As I rub your legs become vise-like around me, squashing my hand and also making it harder to fuck you. Your roll your head from side to side and scream out my name. I feel a fierce clutching on my cock and your legs tighten around me so hard that I feel as if you are going to break me in half. I desperately try to pump you, my hand now crushed between our bodies as you grind your cunt on me. My fingers are becoming numb again from lack of blood but your clit is so large it is impossible not to feel where it is. I rub you again, timing each stroke with mine. You are screaming at me again, urging me on. Fuck me, fuck me you keep crying. I can feel myself starting to come - a hot tingling sensation grows behind my balls and rises up my shaft. Another orgasm ravages your body, causing you to thrash your head from side to side. My whole body is shaking as I feel waves of pleasure begin to radiate across thru it. Deep, primal urges grow inside and take possession of me, commanding me on and on. My thrusts becomes so violent that they slam your body back into the wall with each stroke. With my last reserves of strength I drive up between your legs with everything I have. I am almost oblivious to my surroundings - I am vaguely aware of you screaming in my ear as you come yet again. My cock swells and hardens in time with the first massive contraction between my legs. We both feel a scalding heat spread from my cock. Oh fuuuuuuuccck I grunt as my spunk burns its way up into your cunt. I thrust again, causing another hot explostion inside you. My orgasm is so intense that I almost feel as if I am on the verge of passing out. My mind is possessed with the single, primitive thought of filling you with my cum. The beast within me urges me to ram my cock into you over and over again. I become more aware of my surroundings and find you looking into my eyes. Your cheeks are flushed and your brow is shiny with perspiration. And your gorgeous lips form a wide and welcoming smile. I find myself smiling back at you - I totally lost track of my surroundings during my orgasm, utterly lost in a vast ocean of pleasure. I never want to leave this moment that we have created together. We exchange soft, tender kisses. Once strength, and stability, has returned I lift you in my arms and carry you over to the bed. Removing the remainder of our clothes we slip under the covers to continue where we left off ... In the Flesh She crossed her legs, right over left, then recrossed them, left over right. Shifting in the hair, she tapped her index finger against her chin, thinking, planning, desperately trying to quell the wicked nervousness that was clawing at her stomach. Droplets of water still clung to her skin from the hot shower she'd just taken, and she'd wound a thick towel around her head to hold up her soaking-wet hair. You can back out, she thought, sighing at herself in disgust. No, no... I want to go. Yes, I want to go. Ok. What am I going to wear? I have to get moving if I'm going to make that plane. She stood up from the overstuffed chair, and walked over to her dresser, pulling open the top drawer. What do you wear to meet a stranger you have every intention of fucking? she mused. Rooting around in the drawer, she pulled out handfuls of white cotton panties, looking at them with disgust and rolling her eyes. Sure. White cotton. Let him think I'm a schoolmarm. What a turn-on. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and froze, staring at her bare skin. Her eyes traveled critically over her still steaming skin, frowning at her round, full breasts, the chubbiness around her middle. At least I didn't cut myself shaving, she thought as she looked at her perfectly smooth mound. Well, he's seen me in pictures. He knows I'm nothing special. May as well get this over with before I chicken out. She selected a pair of light blue thong panties and pulled them on, and a simple white bra. Panty-lines are a no-no. Dressing conservatively in purple slacks, a white tuxedo shirt, and a matching purple blazer, she slid on socks, and black oxford heels. In the bathroom, she piled her long hair on her head, put on a dainty pearl choker and a touch of lipstick. Before she had time for second thoughts, she grabbed her purse and suitcase, and dashed out the door for the airport. **** The moment the plane touched the ground her knees began to shake uncontrollably. She'd had some very naughty talk with him, and confessed her most intimate fantasies. They had been talking via telephone and email for well over a year, and grew increasingly close as the days went by. He knew about her desire to be controlled, and her shame at being unable to orgasm with a partner. He was so understanding, so kind, never adopting a scornful attitude, listening patiently, occasionally sharing some of her fantasies. He seemed a gentle bear of a man, tall and stout, with a sweet smile and dark, thoughtful eyes. She sighed softly every time she looked at one of the many pictures he'd sent her, desperately wishing that he was with her. And although she was very excited to go see him, and they'd talked animatedly about the prospect, now that he was waiting for her inside the terminal at the airport, she was losing her nerve. Could he possibly be as nervous as I am? God, what if he thinks that in reality I'm hideous? Jesus christ, I'm going to throw up before I even de-plane. She clutched her handbag tightly as the passengers exited to the gate, following them like a lemming, blindly going where they went, talking herself through her anxiety as she willed her legs to move. She strode with false confidence up the hallway that led into the terminal , her heels clicking against the floor, her heart banging on her ribs. Maybe I should go to the bathroom and get ahold of myself, she thought, panicky. Her eyes darted around, scanning the crowd, and her heart stopped as her gaze came to a sudden screeching halt. That's him! her mind screamed. He was smiling at her, eyes flickering with recognition and moved quickly toward her. Oh my god! she panicked, the sound of her blood rushing echoing in her ears. Without a thought he enfolded her in his arms, squeezing her tightly for a long moment. I'm sure he can feel my pounding heart. They pulled back, and he rested his palm on her cheek, and looked into her eyes, smiling. She felt that jolt between her legs, a longing, and struggled internally for composure. He let go then, and grabbed her suitcase, an impish twinkle in his dark eyes, as if he realized how much she wanted him. "I'm glad you made it," he smiled, taking her hand. "I've been anxious all day, really looking forward to meeting you in person." "Yes," she said with a nervous smile. "So here we are, in the flesh." **** Not a bad room for a cheap motel, she thought, nodding to herself. He'd followed her into the room, latching the door behind them, and it closed with a forboding thud. She jumped a bit, and looked at him. I want to tear off his clothes and devour him whole, she thought. He smiled wryly because the look in her face was unmistakeable, and stepped very near to her without making physical contact. She could smell the faint odor that shaving cream left behind on his skin, her senses reeling, and felt dampness spread across the crotch of her panties. I wonder if he feels like I feel? she wondered. Don't look at his pants, dammit! Be cool. Keep your eyes on his. "I just never thought we'd finally be together, you know? I'm still absorbing it all," she said. He smiled at her, but said nothing, having always been the quieter of the two of them. He leaned imperceptably closer as if to kiss her, and her eyes widened just a hair as her pulse raced. "Tell me what you want," he said, firmly, the authoritative tone in his voice taking her by surprise. She gasped and blushed shyly, lowering her eyelashes for a moment. It turned her on to have him talk like that, but her sensibilities warred with her want, and her normally gentle ways pleaded to be cast off in favor of raw physical pleasure, rough and wanton. "I want you to kiss me, and then I want us to finally do it," she said. "Do what, my girl? Tell me what we are going to do." "Fuck," she said, the word sounding so alien coming from her pretty mouth. Her cheeks burned, and he smiled wickedly. She moaned softly just to see that smile, and he closed the gap between them, pressing a rough and demanding kiss to her lips. His engorged cock pressed firmly against her belly as he kissed her, his desire more than evident. His hands traveled the length of her upper arms, her neck, and then he buried them in her hair, gently working to free it as he fed on her mouth. Finally, it fell heavily down around her shoulders, his hands still in it, stroking, enjoying the feel of each strand. But the gentleness changed all too soon as their combined passions escalated. He gripped her hair tightly in one hand, the other deftly unfastening the buttons of her shirt. He pulled her head back, exposing her throat, and pressed hot kisses there, occasionally grazing his teeth across the sensitive skin there. Her hands, in turn, worked at his clothes. The need to feel his warm skin against hers was almost overpowering. He led her by the hair to the bed, and roughly pushed her down. She propped up on her elbows, her clit pulsing with each heartbeat, and watched him standing above her. She could tell he was taking in the sight of her breasts straining to be released from the confines of her bra, her shirt having fallen open. She trembled beneath his gaze, so torn between her good-girl sense of things, and what the bad girl ached for. The bad girl is definitely winning here. "Now," he said, hands on his hips, his pants half unbuckled, "tell me what you want right now. Tell me explicitly. And look into my eyes when you tell me." She gasped so softly at his order, surprised, thrilled, and aroused, and he grinned down at her, knowing the effect he had on her. She squirmed. "I want...." she trailed off for a moment. What do I want anyway? she thought. No one really ever cared to find that out, and honestly, I'm not really sure myself. Her eyes traveled the length of him, taking in the sight of him as if he was a work of art, and came to rest on his bulging crotch. His shaft was painfully aware of its confinement in his pants, and was protesting. God... I really want to know what he tastes like. Her cheeks reddened at the thought, and she lifted her eyes, embarassed. "I want to see your cock, and touch it. I want to taste it, and suck you until you decide you're going to finally fuck me." Her cheeks darkened even further to say it, those naughty words that she thought, but was often far too embarrassed to verbalize. He nodded, still grinning, his shaft pulsing with excitement as she spoke. "Then take it, and do what you want. Suck me, my pet." With a moan, she sat up obediently, and reached out trembling hands to finish unfastening his pants. He pulled off his shirt, dropping it on the floor, and she slid his pants down and rested them around his ankles. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she came face to face with his penis for the first time, fully erect and silently begging to slide into her mouth. She parted her lips slightly after wetting them with her short pink tongue, and rested her hands on his thighs. He shivered lightly, the head of his cock enlarging for a moment, and she met his eyes as she slowly took him into her mouth. "Mmm," he purred, putting his hands into her hair again, stroking gently. Oh my god, he tastes incredible! Thoughts swam through her head, and her pussy was dripping wet with desire, throbbing, aching, and every bit as attentive to the proceedings as his penis was. Her tongue lightly tickled the underside of his hardness as she steadily bobbed her head, fucking him with her mouth, taking his ampleness as deeply into her mouth as she could. She could feel sticky pre-cum leaking out against the back of her throat, and she was well aware of each little gasp and soft moan that passed his lips. His hands tightened in her hair, and he began rhythmically pulling her head against him, a little more actively thrusting into her mouth, and she moaned, the vibrations of her voice coarsing through him, nudging him toward orgasm. When she was sure he was about to explode in her mouth, he pulled her away from him by the hair, roughly, causing another hot stab of desire in her. Her nipples were rock hard inside her bra, and he wasted absolutely no time unfastening the garment and forcibly removing it to expose her soft breasts. They were large, with big nipples, and pushing her back onto the bed, he eagerly feasted on one, and then the other. She squirmed, trapped beneath him, moaning and silently grateful that he remembered that she liked rough play with her breasts, a yelped tearing free from her throat as he aggressively sucked and bit. He sat up, grinning at her, and spoke quietly as he roughly pulled off the last of her clothes, and freed himself from the fabric around his feet. "Get on your knees, now," he ordered. "I want you to keep your ass in the air, and don't move it until I tell you to." He took his shaft in his hand, gently stroking it while she moved, resting on her forearms, lifting her ass for him. He took in the sight of her, his dick aching at the sight of her glistening wet pussy lips. In fact, her juices had spread, dampening her ass, and he curiously eyed it, wondering what it might feel light to be inside her there. He remembered that he'd told her he'd never had anal sex, and he moaned softly remembering that she said she liked it. He reached out at pressed the pad ofhis index finger against the wet pucker there, rubbing it lightly as he languidly stroked his cock. She jumped when he touched her. Oh my gooood! He is going to fuck my ass! She bit her lip to keep in a loud moan. Her pussy was so wet that moisture dripped onto the bed, and he moved his finger from her ass down to her slit. He very gently rubbed, exploring, and found her throbbing clit. The sound of her gasps filled the room, and her ass dropped a little bit as she lost concentration. "No," he said very firmly, and smacked her ass soundly. The contact made a loud noise, and she yelped and moaned all at the same time. "I told you to keep that ass up. That's what happens to bad girls who can't seem to follow instructions and let themselves get carried away. Do you understand?" More wetness leaked from her, a silent answer to his discipline. This is what I always wanted! Someone who could help me be as bad as I wanted to be. God, fuck me! just fuck every hole! "You didn't answer me. Do you understand me?" he demanded, resting the head of his dick against her throbbing hole. She edged back, trying to take him inside her, and her efforts were met with a series of hard slaps on both cheeks of her ass. "I told you not to move until I told you to. Now answer me." "I understand," she said breathlessly. "Why did you move?" "Because..." she hesitated. He grinned again. "Tell me." "Because I want you to fuck me!" she gasped, finally putting her thoughts into words. "Fuck me everwhere! Please!" There was a desperate tone to her voice, but her ass never moved. He patted one of her reddened cheeks affectionately, pleased with her discipline. "Very good, my girl. I'm never one to refuse a reasonable request," he said as he gripped her hips, and plunged himself roughly inside her pussy. She let out a long, lusty moan, and he stayed still for a moment, just acclimating to the feeling. It had been a long time since either one of them had had sex, and the feeling of it was nearly overwhelming at first. Then, he begin slow, long strokes, delighting in her noisiness and the way she squirmed. He paused as he neared climax, pulling out of her, pausing and then he pressed against her ass. He hesitated, pressing in very slowly, making sure he wasn't crossing one of her boundaries. He moaned loudly, mad with passion over the brand-new feeling of being inside a woman like that, pressing the full length of himself inside her. He paused again, gaining careful control, and began to fuck her ass hard as he clutched her stinging cheeks. She bucked back against him, breathing hard, moaning periodically, and he grinned even as he panted. He closed his eyes, making a slapping noise as his pelvis slammed into her ass with every thrust. He felt that tightening in his abdomen that let him know he was so close, and hastily pulled himself out of her ass, a shiver running through him as he saw her hole gape for a moment, reminding him that he'd just been there, inside her. "Roll over," he barked. She immediately moved, lying down on her back, and she parted her knees. He settled between them, feasting on the sight of her pale form beneath him, trembling with pleasure because of what he alone had done. "You are going to teach me. I want you to orgasm for me, while I watch, so I know how you like to be touched." Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed to do that! she thought, hesitating. He responded by gripping her hip, rolling her over slightly and slapping her ass a few times. She met his eyes as he settled her back into place, and obediently her hand sought her wetness, and she began to rhythmically stimulate her clit. Her eyes closed as she picked up speed, drawing nearer to orgasm, her legs involuntarily twitching. Just as she neared the end, he thrust himself inside her, viciously, hard, slamming his cock into her as hard as he could. She yowled as her climax grabbed ahold of her body, the walls of her pussy gripping him, her whole body tense. Her cries, and heat, and climax all combined to through him over the edge too, and finally, with a few final frantic pumps, he shot his hot, thick liquid deep inside of her. Collapsing on the bed beside her, he held her, looking into her eyes gently, his smile mirroring hers. "I'm glad you didn't back out. I know you were afraid to meet me." Her heart thudded. I can't believe I didn't back out either, but you know, I'm glad. She smiled silently at him, answering with a soft kiss, thoughts turning in her head, and she held him until sleep claimed them. In the Flesh Marcus pushed himself away from his computer desk. The cybersex he had been having with LuvYa69 was OK but his body yearned for contact with a real live woman. LuvYa69 had offered to meet him, but he just didn’t want to. Not yet. Standing in the bathroom, he wiped the cum off of his leg and then held his flaccid penis. He remember how Misti had stroked his cock, making him hard just thinking about it. But it was over with Misti and had been for years! He just couldn’t get the bitch out of his mind. Like the Jimmy Buffet song, Marcus had painfully realized, over many margaritas, that it had been his own damn fault for the demise of their relationship. He shouldn’t have freaked out when she told him that she was bisexual. Shit, he should have gone with it. He’d have been having threesome sex by now or something. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared in the mirror. “You are a stupid asshole,” he began lecturing to himself, “That was over two years ago. Get fucking over it!” Marcus glanced down at his body. It wasn’t 18 anymore, but he was still good looking. At 31 he was still pretty firm. Or he would be if he lay off the margaritas for a while. He left the bathroom to call his buddy and see if he was available to go out for a few beers. It would do him a world of good to get out there and see if he couldn’t find himself at least one intelligent cunt to fuck. Hell, he didn’t even want to fuck. He wanted to listen to a woman talk and hold her. Leaving the bathroom with his head hanging in shame, he sat back down in his office at the computer. LuvYa69 had continued her sexual banter while he had been away. LuvYa69: And then I would suck your cock and lick your balls. MMMM baby, you taste so good, I want you to cum on my face... PM99: Honey, sorry, hate to interrupt, it all sounds nice, but I have got to go. LuvYa69: R U serious? Noooooo! PM99: Sorry tootsie. I’ll c ya later, k? LuvYa69: Ok babe. I should go make dinner anyhow. Bye bye. PM99: Bye! Marcus quickly logged off messenger and turned off his computer. He was sick of the hum of the goddamn machine anyhow. He reached for the phone, but in a fit of sadness, he laid his head down on his desk and began to cry. A few moments later he felt a cold breeze hit his bare back. He shivered and looked up at his window. The curtains were blowing in the wind. Marcus’s gaze fell back onto his monitor. He nearly screamed. Staring at him was a woman. It was if he was watching his own reflection in the dark monitor, but it wasn’t him at all. A very perplexed and pretty lady stared at him with wide eyes behind her round glasses. She ran her hand through her short china girl hairdo and moved closer to the screen. She reached her hand up and touched what would be the back of his screen. “Imfuckingpossible!” shouted Marcus. He quickly reached down and pulled the plug of the computer out of the wall. This had to be a fluke, someone’s web cam, and his computer hadn’t shut off properly or something. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He straightened himself up in his chair and peered through his long lashes at the screen. She was still there. She shook her head and held up a cord. She had unplugged her computer too. The woman reached out and touched the computer screen again, this time leaving her hand up against it. Marcus could see the fine lines on her palm. He pressed his hand up against his monitor. The both jolted back with the surge of energy they felt pulse through their bodies. Marcus felt his cock twinge and shift. He was getting hard again. She put her fingers up to her mouth and rested her chin on her thumb. She kept tapping her nose with her index finger; as if this was something she did in deep thought. Smiling she picked up her keyboard and began to type. “Can you read this?” Marcus jumped out of his skin at the voice her heard behind him. He must of looked ill. “Are you OK?” the voice asked him again. It was a nice voice, a bit raspy as if she had a cold. Marcus let out a sigh and picked up his keyboard. He typed faster than he knew he could. “Not read, hear. I can hear you!” From the looks of her face, Marcus knew that she heard him too. “Well fuck,” she typed, “this doesn’t happen everyday, now does it?” Again she ran her fingers through her dark hair. Marcus noticed that she was only wearing a dark lacy bra. And that she wasn’t traditionally the type of woman he would go for, but she was hot. Marcus closed his eyes again and made a wish. Opening his eyes, he saw that she had both of her hands up on the computer screen now. He reached his up again and felt the energy before he touched it. She shook her head at him and typed, “Keep your hands down!” “Yes sir!” he typed with a smile on his face. She laughed. Once again she put her hands up to the screen. It almost looked as if she were pushing against it. Marcus looked closer. His monitor began to fill out where she was pressing. She put her hands back down to the keyboard. “I don’t think my hips would fit! Ha-Ha!” Marcus heard her voice and laugh. Marcus looked down at his hips and legs. “But mine will,” he had to take this chance. He pushed his hands up on the computer screen and felt it move forward. It felt like cold jelly. He pushed harder and closed his eyes again and imagined himself in this stranger’s arms, feeling her breasts, licking her stomach, and kissing her toes. He pressed his head to the screen; it caved inward with him. He thrust his arms out and pushed his body up onto his desk. “This is impossible,” said Marcus. “No it’s not. Hold onto my hands.” He felt himself being pulled forward. It felt like a hundred tongues were licking his naked body, propelling him forward with great power. His blood raced with the feeling. He felt like he had been here before! The gentle rocking of the hundred tongues on his skin made him hornier than he had ever been. The glutinous compound around him was warm and smooth. He felt his dick spew forth a load of cum. He grunted with delight. “Almost there!” she cried and with a swooshy noise he landed naked and wet on his head in a quivering lump. Marcus looked up and there she was. She had on a soft flowing wrap- around skirt and a red bra. Her hair was jet black, except for her fire engine red roots. She wore no makeup. And no panties. She straddled his naked quivering body and began to rub herself all over him, getting her body and skirt wet with the gelatinous ooze that was covering Marcus. His dick stood up as she nestled her head down into the crook of his neck. She playfully bit his shoulder. Arching her back, she moaned deeply. She crept up on her hands and knees and placed her pussy on his face. Marcus didn’t know what to do but lick what he was offered. His tongue reached up inside of her and she sat down on him. Her thickish thighs were smothering him. She grinded her cunt into his face and he swore to God he heard her say: Is this cunt intelligent enough for you? “Mmmhfuuwha?” Marcus managed to ask from under her pussy. “Hum hon? I didn’t say anything. Now be a love and lick my cunt!” He turned his attentions back to her pretty peach and lapped at it like a thirsty dog. Marcus had just begun to hold her ass in his hands and nibble on her clit when she moved off of him and sat herself down on his cock. This time Marcus moaned with her as she began to bounce up and down along his shaft, making farty noises out of her vagina, very loud ones, due to all the ooze on him he supposed. They both began to laugh. Marcus gently rose up so he was sitting and she was straddled across him. He held her tight as they rocked back and forth and he felt a gigantic wave come over him as he tried hard not to cum.... “Ahhhhhh baby, I am cumming!” Marcus whispered into her now wet hair, matted with sweat and slime. “MMMMHUMMM hon,” she groaned back at him, holding him tight in her arms. The remained in this position long after Marcus had came. She wouldn’t let go. And he was just plain afraid to let go. Finally she released her grip and smiled at him. “I was just about to go make dinner. Let’s get cleaned up and you can stay a while? I, uh, don’t think you are going to get back the way you came.” She motioned her head over to her computer screen. There was a big gaping hole where the glass should have been and the thick colorless ooze was still leaking down on to her desk. “Where am I anyway? Who are you?” “There is plenty of time for questions later. And PM99, I am surprised you don’t recognize me.” She looked upset. “Oh My Gawd! LuvYa69?” She bit her lips and smiled, “In the flesh.” In the Flesh It happened so fast. She signed in hoping to have a nice hot chat with him, but instead Trisha found a series of instructions that left her wandering through the next few days like she was in a dream. "Take the weekend off," his directions said, "pack a bag, grab a cab, and be at the airport at 5 PM Friday. Wear something nice because this Friday is going to be first class. Wait for me at the baggage area for Delta." Trisha sat staring at the monitor full of nerves and excitement. Originally, he had written because he liked one of Trisha's posts; it had been on being divorced and wanting to search for love again. He asked if she would like to chat with a fellow searcher and perhaps commiserate together over the lack of good prospects in the dating world. Trisha had already noticed Rick on the board with his intelligence and humor. She sent him her instant messenger ID. They hit it off immediately, talking for hours that first night. After months of talking, intimacy had seemed natural. With the use of the cam and his erotic way of telling a fantasy, she often found herself breathless and, soon, wanting more. He was eager to meet her, too. He had told her late one night, after they had both come more than once, that he thought there was more than sex involved. She told her bank's manager that she needed to take Friday off. She spent the morning grooming herself and getting her hair cut and colored the deep shade of red Rick had told her he loved. She sometimes worried about her looks, but in the mirror Trisha knew she looked good. The day after she had gotten his instructions, she had taken her lunch hour to buy a sexy and sophisticated black halter dress. It made her feel great. It had an asymmetrical hemline and fell gracefully over Trisha's body showing off her curves and enough cleavage to suggest her eagerness for him. When she heard the cab outside, she checked herself one last time in the mirror, her deep-set green eyes, her thick, auburn hair hanging down in soft waves to frame her heart-shaped face, her full lips a delicate red that matched her manicured nails. "Damn," she said, "I'm ready" and rushed out the door, dragging her bag behind her. In the cab, she shivered when she imagined his eyes looking up and down her for the first time in person. Everything felt new, and dangerous, and exciting. A fantasy was beginning that Trisha had played over many times in her mind. She thought about what she was about to do. All the play, all the pretend was suddenly over, but this time when Trisha had signed off with "See you Friday, Baby," it felt real. For a moment she felt frightened, but when she left the cab at the airport her confidence came back when she caught, and felt, the glances she was collecting from the men she passed. Her sense of being at risk disappeared. As she waited at the Delta carousels, Trisha felt strangely safe. It was like submitting to his directions left her free to be herself. Rick had been good ever since she met him at encouraging her. She had lost some of her reluctance and inhibition. She had been trying to enjoy each new thing. She enjoyed the feeling of being eager. Trisha felt herself smiling as she waited, no doubts left that the weekend would transform her life, her attitudes, her ability to love. She had meant to be early, and she was. She sat in one of the plastic chairs anchored to the cold, glossy floor and daydreamed of him in a scene with no plot, just desire. She kept looking around, imagining she had seen him, that he was there. She sensed something behind her, her imagination playing tricks again, helped by the detail her daydreams had taken on. It was almost like she could feel his breath on her bare shoulder. She didn't know whether to enjoy the sensation her daydream was provoking or to turn for another nervous reality check. She sat up straight and blinked her eyes. A single, pink rose appeared before her. A hand gently pulled her hair to one side and the breathing came closer until lips touched her ear, and a man's voice nearly whispered: "Are you waiting for someone?" Her hand reached for the rose as she forced her head to nod a tentative yes. She felt a rush of adrenalin take away her peace. His hand covered hers and turned her toward him. Trisha rose to her feet and his hands slid to her waist. She could see him now, especially his eyes. Their eyes searched each other's. They were frozen in this space. Trisha couldn't think of what to do for a change, so she placed the rose to her lips and relished the scent he had given her. She became aware that his eyes were traveling over her body. "Move that silly rose. I have to kiss you." They smiled and she lowered the flower. Now she knew what to do. She put her arms around his neck and their faces closed on one another slowly, as if neither had ever kissed before, cautiously relishing this first time together. Trisha's lips touched his, lightly at first, then quickly they both lost their sense of reserve and their lips locked, sending the message of passion and desire. They were lost in their kiss, their tongues exploring and their bodies pressing together. The crowd around them was forgotten. They kissed for what seemed to her a delicious hour, and when it broke at last they were both breathless. "Come on, we have a rental car to collect and places to go," Rick said quietly, his voice still showing his passion. He took her hand and led her through the airport. It seemed as though he could measure her passion and, just about the time it cooled, there was something else to stoke the fire. When they stood in line to rent the car, it was a look; moving to the counter, it was a little touch in the small of her back; while they waited for the car to pull up, it was small kiss that was held just a second too long and the touch of his tongue on her lower lip. Each was harmless by itself, but combined with her growing anticipation, Trisha found her desire simmering and found the teasing increasingly frustrating. It was as if her universe centered on her need, and it suddenly seemed unimportant that they had just met. What mattered was what would happen when they were alone. She felt her breath tighten. Once they got to the car, Rick hurried to open the door for her; it gave Trisha a chance to be less than lady-like. The flash of leg didn't go unnoticed as well as the delicious view of her cleavage. He could tell she didn't have a bra on. She could see him resist the urge to slip his fingers inside the halter neckline and touch her. "You're such a hottie," Rick grinned. He leaned into the car for another deep kiss. She felt her lust roll into a ball and felt herself wanting to let go and just reach for his crotch now or lie back in the seat and let him take her. Her surprise at her own new desires gave him time to move away and close the door. The engine started and he turned to face her. "You are so damn sexy, Trisha." As she mumbled a thank you, she realized that she was far less embarrassed about her lust than she would have thought she would be, and for the way he seemed to know just what she was thinking. Their drive to the unknown destination was too long. They tried to be chatty, and succeeded in distracting themselves part way. Sometimes it seemed like they were two old friends "catching up." Well almost like that. Trisha found herself drifting off into fantasyland. Rick was doing the same thing and cast lustful looks her way. The scenery changed from city to country and then to mountains. His hand left the steering wheel and rested on the inside of her knee. She looked at it; tingles ran up her leg; her desire increased again. "Trisha, I want this entire weekend to be special. Our first time together should be mind-blowing for you. I want the word pictures we have made to come to life." She rested her hand on top of his. She had meant it as a reply. She smiled at him and found herself considering pulling his hand up her leg and under the hem of her dress. He must have sensed her thoughts and gripped her leg more firmly. His voice became intense, sexual. "For tonight I want you to do nothing but experience things and respond. Allow me this Trisha." She wasn't sure what that meant, but she felt a charge of electricity run through her body and rest in her loins. She steadied her voice and said, "Okay." Nothing more would come out. Trisha decided to concentrate on the scenery. The drive climbed higher, and tall trees passed slowly as he negotiated the tight turns. After they escaped the forest, they found the resort. The vistas were overwhelming and seemed to suggest to her freedom, the freedom to experience and to respond. Rick stopped in front of the main entrance to the lodge but left the motor running. "Sit tight for just a minute," he said with a wink. The trunk popped open and she saw her small overnight bag disappear with the bellman. Rick got back into the car and smiled at her. "I hope you're not starved. One more stop before dinner. I want you to see the sunset on the summit." The car strained past a row of expensive-looking log cabins and up the last half mile to a small parking lot with a half-dozen cars. Small groups of people were milling about. Some pointed to far-off places while others walked hand in hand, deep in themselves. Children were running off nervous energy. Trisha and Rick were another couple on the mountain, hand in hand, except she was the only woman in a short black dress and heels. "You've just increased the beauty of the view immeasurably, at least for the guys," he whispered into her ear. She giggled and smiled brightly at him. Their timing had been perfect, and the sun was melting into the distance with an incredible range of colors and its own special beauty. It began to drop below the horizon. A cool breeze caused her to shiver. Rick moved closer and a little behind her. He slid his arms around her and pulled her closer into the front of his body. "Are you cold?" He whispered against her ear. "Just a little, but don't stop, that feels nice." His head rested against her shoulder as she wiggled back against him. She was actually searching for his hardness. She couldn't believe her own boldness. He helped by pushing against her. His hands pulled her hair back, and she felt his breath on her neck. He began using his lips to nibble on her earlobe. Again, she could felt that pesky tingle building in her belly. In spite of the people that milled about, she wanted more. Trying not to be obvious, Trisha wiggled her ass harder into his groin. Rick whispered. His words sent a jolt through her body, "You are so bad, and you're so going to get it later!" As she wondered what "it" meant, she threw back her head in consent allowing him to plant a wet kiss on her throat. They were enjoying the heat of each other's bodies as the twilight built and she thought Rick, too, was anticipating what their bodies would be doing later. They would finally be alone. They didn't talk on the drive back to the lodge. Words weren't needed. Trisha could still feel how short her breath was when Rick pulled into the parking space, shut off the engine, and glanced at his watch. "Ah, time for dinner my dear." Trisha waited for him to come around and open her door. It gave her time to mumble beneath her breath that she wished he were the main course. She wondered if they were ever going to get down to it. It became apparent that he knew this place. He took her hand, and they walked with purpose toward the dining room. On the way down a hall, without warning, Rick jerked her through a small doorway and caught her in his arms when she started to lose her balance. He pushed her deeper into what was obviously a coat closet. It was as if he had heard her thoughts in the car. He pushed her up against the wall, looking deep into her eyes. "I know we're moving slowly. This is just so you know how badly I want you." Before she could reply, he pressed his lips against hers, and all the gentleness was gone. His tongue immediately forced her mouth open. He raised her hands above her head and held them against the wall above her with one of his as he ravished her mouth. Trisha could feel his hardness pressed against her stomach, but then he moved back and reached for the hem of her dress with his other hand. She felt his hand cover her panties and press against her pussy as he broke off the kiss. "As I thought, soaked," his smile said much. Trisha barely heard the words. She bent her knees, trying to deepen his touch. Voices of people walking down the hall reminded her of where they were. But in seconds she went from stifling her moans to not caring who might hear her. "Oh, Rick," she whispered, not sure what to say next. His hand stayed between her legs, but he didn't move it. Trisha was frustrated to be pinned and unable to wiggle against his hand. As the voices in the hall trailed off, she whispered in a ragged voice full of desire. "Please, Rick." Her eyes pleaded with him. Her mouth opened as he leaned toward her, but he only whispered in her ear. "This is how I want you. This is how I've seen you, nearly overcome with desire." Then, before realizing what was happening, she was pulled out of the closet and toward the dining room. Trisha smoothed down her dress with her free hand and tried to gain composure again. She cast a glance at Rick who beamed down at her with a smile that almost made her heart leap right out of her chest. Fortunately, their table was off by itself in a corner by a window with an incredible moonlit view. However, the view seemed almost a distraction. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, and she knew because she saw nothing but him. The throbbing between her legs was still growing somehow. When she pushed her hair back from her face, Rick reached across the table to stroke her cheek with his fingertips. Trisha took his hand and brought it to her lips. She smelled the faint scent of her own sex as she kissed his hand; the slight taste made her think of what was to come. Their dinner was a blur of fine food, wine and sexual tension. How odd it seemed to Trisha that he was able to touch her and caress her body with his eyes. She could feel her nipples stiffen when he was staring at them. How exciting it was that when their eyes met, they seemed able to see and feel the passion of the one they wanted. Trisha could feel the energy flow from his eyes to the center of her body where the warmth moved outward making her tingle. Her anticipation continued to build. The tension felt wonderful, romantic and yet animalistic. Recalling his kiss and his hand against her sex in the closet made Trisha's body shiver and her pussy ache. If only the tablecloth were a little longer, she could touch herself. The thigh squeezing she was doing just wasn't making it, and it didn't help that he must be able to tell when she did it because he winked at her every time! When they at last left the dining hall hand in hand, Trisha felt a sense of relief. For the moment, there were no distractions, at least until they were near the doorway to the coat closet. She tugged ever so gently on his hand as if he wouldn't notice that she was encouraging him to go in. His response was to pull her towards him and put his arm around her waist. "Soon Baby, soon," he seductively murmured into her ear causing a moan, barely audible, to escape her lips. Their room was perfect, although the first thing that caught Trisha's eye was the bed. She became aware of his body snuggling up behind her. His arms went around her waist and pressed against her tummy in a way that seemed strangely familiar. Rick's lips near her ear asked, "You approve of the room?" "Oh yeah," she said, as she wanted to turn and kiss him, but also she enjoyed the feeling of being enclosed in his arms. By wiggling back into him, she could feel his hardness pressing against her ass. His lips formed a little "o" in the nape of her neck. "We need to talk," he said. The knot that formed in her stomach passed quickly, causing her to smile. She knew that there couldn't be a problem, but her body reacted to the stimuli. Even a momentary panic felt good. Rick pulled her out onto the deck to "talk" and made it clear that she should get comfy in the padded lounge chair. It was a deck to beat all decks. There were walls on the ends so they had privacy and the only view was out the front and down into the valley. In the center of the deck was one of those patio fire bowls. Rick leaned over and lit it with one of the long matches provided in a tall container. Watching the flames burn higher through the wood reminded her of her own passion and the fire within her. He took the match and lit a number of candles, and he opened another bottle of champagne, handing Trisha a glass, and then sat down in his own lounge chair across from her. Trisha was quite sure that even in the fire and candlelight he could see up her dress. She also realized that she didn't care. No, that wasn't true, she did care: she parted her legs a little because she wanted his eyes to caress her pussy. "Are you sure you want to talk?" She smiled enticingly. "Uh huh," he nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. He drank deeply from his glass. "Trisha, I think you know that I want everything to be special tonight, this whole weekend. But it's almost frightening." It was apparent that he was choosing his words carefully. Trisha listened closely but her body was screaming, 'Hurry up, damn it!' "Sex with you has been so incredible even though all we've had are words and images on a screen. I guess what I am trying to say is that I think we should work our way into this. I'm almost afraid of how good it will feel once I'm inside you." To lighten the moment Trisha raised one knee a little and winked, "Well, I'm wishing we'd hurry up and find out." "Oh, we will! But let's start where we've been so to speak." The ice rattled as he removed the champagne bottle and filled their glasses. Settling back into his chair Trisha noticed his left hand in his lap. "You've been a wonderful cyber lover and we have had such a good time watching each other through our monitors that I want us to now add more reality, but slowly enough so we don't ruin anything." There was no doubt now. His hand was massaging between his legs, working the lump she had felt pressed against her several times. Almost without realizing it, Trisha found her own hand grazing the front of her dress, sending fire into her nipples. Their eyes explored each other, awash in a pool of flickering firelight and candles bordered by the darkness. They were so alone, so close to each other, even though separated by at least six feet. "I thought about bringing a couple of lap tops so we could chat." Trisha's dreamy mood crumbled into laughter. The tension broke so that now only the romance and passion remained. Suddenly it was time to explore and enjoy. "God, I love your smile." He sat his drink down and unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants and slid the zipper down. His hand disappeared there. Trisha took another sip of champagne; their eyes never left each other's. "Don't you want to let the girls out?" She smiled at his pet name for her breasts and reached behind her to unhook the halter-top. Without hesitation, Trisha held onto the two ends of her top and pulled it down. She felt the cool night air wash over her, her nipples quickly responding. "This is where I usually type 'Whoa!'" He chuckled. Trisha smiled at him and, in her teasing way ran her hands over her breasts, pulling on her nipples and loving how they hardened quickly between her fingers. Rick's massaging got a little more intense. "Oh baby! Kiss them for me Trisha, make them harder."