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The Pickup

By: saint9767



Beverly and Mark had been married for three years after dating steady for eight years. Mark was now twenty-five and Beverly had just turned twenty-two. He was the only one she had ever had sex with, although several boys had tried, beginning as early as the sixth grade. A few had managed to get a feel of her very ample breasts, and one had even managed to get a hand in her panties, but that was her only sexual experience until she met Mark. Her parents didn't approve of her dating a boy three years older, but finally gave in to her continued pleas after she made them aware that he was the brother of a friend of hers who lived in the same neighborhood. Their initial disapproval of Mark soon vanished as he used his boyish charm to seduce them, convincing both her parents that he was the "all-American" ideal, high school athlete, active church-goer, clean and moral. 

Mark had everyone fooled, for beneath his nice-boy exterior he was completely the opposite, always on the prowl for another conquest and usually successful at his attempts to make it' with every girl he fancied. And he fancied Beverly the very first time he saw her. She was not only pretty, but had a well-developed body for a fourteen-year-old, a body that would easily compete with any Playboy model. Her short, blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes accentuated her dimpled cheeks and full lips, looks that easily made her the most sought-after girl in her Junior High class. 

Beverly didn't understand the reasons for her popularity, refusing to believe friends' comments about her good looks, always unpretentious, never conceited. This was most likely because Beverly was the classic example of the dumb blonde'. She had the face and the body that made boys drool, but frankly, Beverly was a little slow upstairs. It took a lot of effort on her part with a lot of assistance from her parents for her to barely pass each grade. She was easy pickings for Mark, something he sensed when he first met her, and it was a mere three dates before he managed to get in her pants. 

Mark was able to fondle her breasts freely on their very first date and had her completely undressed on their second date at the local drive-in theater. Her immediate infatuation with the older boy made Beverly eager to please him in any way she could and his sexual advances were mere flattery to her. Her infatuation quickly turned to teenage love and in a very short time, she became completely obsessed with the popular high school star. Mark took full advantage of Beverly's obsession, quickly changing her from the innocent virgin she had been into his sex toy, willing to do anything he wished, wherever he wished. 

She thought that putting his cock in her mouth was dirty and obscene when he first told her to do it, but she soon became an expert cock-sucker, pleased that Mark enjoyed it so much. She didn't even pretend to resist the first time Mark fucked her in the ass, complaining only that it made her feel like she had to used the bathroom. Their dates became no more than sex outings, Mark driving straight to various lovers lanes or any convenient place to get his rocks off with the pretty girl. On occasions Mark would take Beverly to a drive-in theater if there was a movie showing that he wanted to see, but even then he usually had her suck his cock while he watched the movie. Beverly didn't seem to mind, happy to just be with the boy she was so deeply in love with.

Mark continued to date Beverly during the year he worked full time after graduating from high school, using her delightful body every chance he got unless another conquest was available. Beverly believed that Mark was faithful to her and, much to the dismay of boys at her school, rejected every other boy who approached her for a date. 

The following year Mark left for college and a new lifestyle. He and Beverly corresponded and phoned each other on a regular basis and when Mark would come home during different holidays, the two were inseparable. Although Mark was getting plenty of ass at school, he was insatiable and Beverly was a convenient lay, easy and accessible. Beverly's love for Mark was so deep that she didn't even consider going out with someone else, happy to wait for the man she planned to marry to come home for a couple days or a week, ecstatic when he was home for the summer. Mark had used the marriage gambit a few times to keep Beverly on the hook and before he knew it, their marriage had become a planned event, with her parents treating him as their son, even talking about the grandchildren they expected. 

Mark had always felt he could easily get out of the threat of getting married whenever he wanted, but after graduating from college, the marriage snowball became an avalanche and before Mark knew it, he was married. Actually, Mark could have shown his true colors and dumped Beverly, but he would have had to leave town to avoid her father's wrath. The big Dutchman wasn't someone to piss off and besides, being married to Beverly had it's advantages. For one thing, her parents were fairly wealthy and they showered the newlyweds with some pretty expensive gifts, including a new, three-bedroom house complete with swimming pool, a sports car, and a cushy job for Mark at his father's business. After looking at the pros and cons, Mark felt he had made the right choice. Sure, he didn't love his wife, but she was devoted to him, a real beauty at the age of eighteen, and he would never have to worry about who wore the pants in their house, as subservient as Beverly was to him.

Mark soon learned that marriage was an entirely different relationship than dating and he quickly became bored with the sex he had with Beverly. He could use her body however he desired, but he missed the occasional fling of elicit sex he experienced throughout high school and college. It was difficult for Mark to get out by himself to even find a different challenge, let alone having a chance to get some strange pussy. The situation made Mark begin to experiment with different scenarios to enhance the sex he had with Beverly. It began simply enough, with Mark calling home and telling Beverly to be waiting for him with nothing but high heels on. 

That spiced things up a little, but Mark soon tired of that game and turned to renting adult videos, he and Beverly watching them together and then acting out some of the scenes. Mark began to fantasize over some of the videos, imagining himself and Beverly doing the same things as the actors. He would tell Beverly of his fantasies while they fucked, insuring her that they were only fantasies when, in his own mind, he had a deep desire to act them out, to make them real. He knew she would do anything he desired in private and with just him, but at the same time, he knew that Beverly would adamantly oppose any attempt to actually do some of the things pictured in the videos. It seems that Beverly had gained some inner strength after they were married, not even hesitating to let Mark know when she disapproved of something, quick to tell him no' when she wanted, no longer fearful of losing him.

One warm, summer evening after they had eaten and Beverly had cleaned up the kitchen, Mark suggested "hey, honey, why don't we drive downtown or just drive around like we used to? There's nothing on the boob tube tonight, so why don't we just get out of the house for awhile?"

Beverly immediately liked the idea. "Sure, that sounds good. It has been a long time since we just drove around town." She thought a minute, then added, "let me change first. I don't want to go anywhere in these ragged shorts." Mark nodded agreement, knowing how Beverly was about going out anywhere dressed shabbily, usually preferring to wear a dress and heels when they went downtown. 

Mark whistled appreciatively when Beverly came out of the bedroom. He was glad she took the time to change. She was a knockout! Beverly had decided to wear her green sheath dress, the one that hugged her shapely form like a second skin, accentuating every delicious curve of her body. Mark had always liked her in that dress and had been the primary reason Beverly had purchased it. The neck fastened tightly around her smooth neck in an oriental collar with just a small slit in the front that barely revealed the crevice between her creamy breasts. The bodice tightened to her skin from just under her breasts and down over her curvy hips before loosening slightly around her thighs, ending just six inches above her knees, revealing the most perfect kneecaps any woman would envy. Mark liked the zipper on the side that held the dress tight to Beverly's waist, often unzipping it and slipping his hand inside and then under her panties. He found it was convenient for getting a feel in a movie without pulling up her dress hem and would get Beverly to remove her panties before they left the house, leaving her sexily bare beneath the silken material.

Beverly smiled at Mark's whistled compliment and turned slowly around, giving Mark the full view of her sexy body. "Do I look okay?"

"Baby, you always look okay, but in that dress, you look spectacular!" Mark ran his eyes up and down her body and was pleased to not see any hint of panties beneath the dress, although he wasn't sure if was because Beverly knew he liked her to go without panties or if it was because the silken material always showed the panty line, even with panty hose, which Beverly didn't like to wear or need to, with her tanned legs.

The small town was nearly deserted when they arrived, even though it was only eight-thirty on a Saturday. The town only had two movie theaters, one hamburger diner, and little else other than a few scattered bars. Still, there wasn't any town within fifty miles that provided more, so it was where most young people came for entertainment. Mark and Beverly had seen both movies playing at the theaters, and she wanted to window shop at the closed stores, so Mark pulled up beside one store and parked. When they got out of the car, Mark noticed that their car was the only one on the block, although he could see some cars in the next block in front of the town's single hotel. He followed Beverly into the large alcove of the store as she paused to look at different clothes displayed on mannequins, commenting on one garment and then another, expressing her desire for one pair of shoes on display. 

All during Beverly's browsing, Mark stood behind her with his arms around her waist, his crotch pressing against her ass, playfully kissing the back of her neck a few times, even letting his hands roam over her belly or sneaking upwards to grab a breast. The feel of her body and the excitement of touching her on a public street was beginning to make Mark horny, the bulge in his crotch becoming quite obvious while Beverly teasingly tried to push his hands away. 

Beverly finally saw all that the clothing store had to offer and moved on to the next store, Mark beside her, his arm around her waist with his hand drooping downward to feel her muscular butt as she walked. As they stopped in front of the jewelry store, a car drove past slowly, the driver clearly staring at the pretty blonde in the green dress. It was then that Mark got the idea to play out a fantasy, "did you see that guy, Bev? Man, he was really staring at you."

Bev looked down the street at the disappearing car, "no, I didn't see him, honey. I wonder why he was staring?" 

She could be so naive, Mark thought, then replied, "only blind men wouldn't stare at you, baby. And you look so-o-o sexy in that dress!"

Bev blushed, loving the compliment while denying it. "Oh, don't be silly! I'm not sexy and he probably wasn't even looking at me."

"Yes he was," Mark countered. "I'll bet you that pair of shoes you liked that he was."

Always game, Bev jumped at the chance to win a pair of shoes, "okay. Now, how are you going to prove it?"

Mark was sure the young man he saw staring at Beverly would be back if for no other reason than to make sure he was seeing things, so he explained, "easy. I'll go across the street and stay out of sight so that if he comes back, he'll think you're alone and slow down to look or even stop." Mark spotted the glitter of her wedding rings and added, "come to think of it, you better let me hold your rings. Any guy see them, they'll just keep going."

Beverly didn't like the idea of removing her rings, but she knew Mark was probably correct, so she begrudgingly worked them off her finger and handed them to him. "You better not lose them, Mark. I feel naked without my rings."

Mark laughed as he dropped the rings in his pocket, "hmm, now that would be one sure way of getting a guy to stop."

"Oh, you!" Bev playfully stomped her foot at Mark's foolishness then asked, "what am I supposed to do, look like I'm looking at jewelry or should I be walking?"

Mark spoke over his shoulder as he stepped into the street, "just look at the things in the window, but be turned so he can see your face." Mark hurried across the street, certain that the driver would be back soon or that someone would be cruising around as guys often did on Saturday nights as they looked for chicks to pick up. He slipped into the narrow space between two buildings directly across the street from where Beverly stood.

The gap was no more than two feet wide and Mark could see that by stepping back a couple feet he would be completely out of sight and still be able to watch Beverly. They waited five minutes and then ten, but no one drove down the street. Beverly turned to look across the street where she had seen Mark disappear and lifted her arms and shoulders in a silent question, obviously wondering what she was to do. Mark stepped out of the shadows so she could see him and made a motion for her to stay there for a few more minutes. He stepped back into the building shadows just as the same car that had passed earlier came into view and pulled up beside the store where Bev stood. 

Mark could see the driver lean over to the passenger side of the car and say something to Beverly and, to his complete surprise, she walked to the side of his car and bent over to speak, her head partially in the car. Mark's heart began to pound with excitement, a strange feeling flooding over him, as he watched as the two appeared to be holding a conversation. At one time he would have gone into a jealous rage, but now he found that the very thought that a stranger was obviously attempting to pick up his wife was actually turning him on. He felt the precum leak into his undershorts as he envisioned his beautiful Beverly with another man. Images from some of the adult videos flashed through his mind, but the women in the images were now his Bev. Mark's breathing became heavier, deeper, as he realized this could be the opportunity to actually experience his fantasy of sharing his wife with another man. He took one more deep breath before slipping out of the shadows and starting across the street, his eyes studying the man in the car as the two talked, oblivious to the approaching Mark. 

He heard Bev's cute laugh as he stepped up on the sidewalk just as she turned and saw him. Mark walked up to Bev and her heard her tell the man in the car "this is my boyfriend. See? I told you I was waiting for him."

Good girl, Mark thought, make the guy think you're waiting for your boyfriend. Sometimes Beverly could be very clever. Not bright, but clever in her own way. Mark bent over and looked in the car and saw that the guy Beverly had been talking to was about his own age. The guy was immediately apologetic, suddenly fearful after seeing the size of Beverly's boyfriend'. "Hey, man, everything's cool. Hope you don't mind me talking to her. We met at the Dairy Queen some time ago and I just thought I'd say hi."

Mark dismissed the lie, knowing that Beverly had never been to the local teen hangout since they were married, but he didn't let on, "no sweat, man. I don't care who she talks to." Mark stuck out his hand to show he wasn't threatening, "my name is Rick," he lied, "what's your's?"

The driver of the car took his hand, wincing slightly at Rick's strong grip, "Bob. My name is Bob. Glad to meet you."

Mark asked as though making conversation, "so, whatcha' up to, Bob? Find any action in this town?"

"Oh, I was just driving around," Bob explained. "Things are really dead where I live, so I thought I'd check things out here. But even the Dairy Queen is dead tonight. Where is everybody?"

"Guess they're at the movies," Mark opined. "Sometimes it gets like this. A guy can't find any fun." He appeared to be thinking for a moment, then suggested, "say, seeing as how you're just driving around, why don't we ride with you? Maybe we can find some fun."

Bob beamed at the suggestion, animatedly leaning across the seat as he answered, "you bet! That sounds like a good idea. Maybe you can show me something about this town that I don't know."

Mark grasped the door handle and pulled it open, beckoning for Beverly to get in first. She eagerly sat down on the leather seat and slid over next to Bob as Mark got in the car, proud to be seated between two good-looking men. As Bob pulled the car away from the curb, he leaned forward so he could see around Beverly and asked, "where to, Rick? I don't know this area all that well."

"Go two blocks and take a left," Mark advised. "Let's head out to the beach. Might be something going on out there."

Bob did as Mark said, and once they were on the broad boulevard heading to the beach, Mark queried, "so, Bob, you say you met Bev at the Dairy Queen?"

"Yeh," Bob lied, "but that was months ago. We just talked a little and I thought I recognized her when I saw her at that jewelry store."

"Hey, a lot of guys want to talk to Bev. She attracts guys like bees to honey." Mark was trying to relax Bob with small talk, wanting him to feel at ease while he planned how he was going to get Bev to give them both a little fun. After a minute, Mark thought of an opening. "Was she wearing shorts when you met her?"

Bob shook his head and compounded his lie, "naw, she was wearing jeans, I think."

Mark sounded disappointed for what Bob had missed, "man, you missed seeing the best looking legs there is, then. They're something!" Mark didn't wait for a reply but spoke quickly to Bev, "show him your legs, baby. Let Bob see what he missed."

Bev laughed embarrassingly, "oh, you men! Always wanting to look at a girl's legs!" Despite her playful picking, Bev pulled her dress hem up to the middle of her thighs and stretched her legs out under the big Buick's dashboard.

Bob immediately expressed his approval of Bev's shapely legs as his eyes darted from the road and back again and again to her outstretched limbs, admiring the tanned curving flesh, "gosh, they are nice. Fantastic, really. You've got really nice legs, Bev."

Bev giggled at the attention to her lower anatomy, "oh, they aren't that special. Just legs. I don't see why you guys make such a fuss over a girl's legs."

Mark leaned in front of Bev and gripped the hem of the dress on each side as he chided, "aww, c'mon, Bev, show some leg! That's not enough to show Bob just how beautiful they are. Raise up," he directed. Bev lifted her hips slightly and Mark quickly slid the dress up under her ass, the hem barely covering her crotch. He sat back and commented, "there, that's more like it. Now he can see what they really look like."

Bob glanced down at Bev's legs again and whistled, "jeez, Bev, I bet you're something in a bathing suit."

Mark agreed, "yeh, she sure is. Even in those one-piece suits she wears." He placed one hand on Bev's thigh just above the knee. "Not only do they look good, but she has the smoothest skin, too. Like a baby's behind." Mark stroked the soft skin for a moment and then invited Bob, "feel it, Bob. It's so soft and smooth."


The Pickup



No one knows better the depths to which men will sink in pursuit of sex than the bartender. Believe me, after a few years behind the mast, he's seen it all. Look carefully at the next bartender you meet and you'll see it around the edges of his eyes. The myriad disappointments and slights accumulate there, ever ready to turn and bite the keeper. Father confessor to the drunk, cruise director of the bar, dispenser of poison and absolution and amateur psychoanalysis, he will help you drown your crisis and laugh with you as the bubbles stop. A pharmacist with a severely limited inventory, he will prescribe the temporary balm your soul needs to survive. Just ask. And just pay your tab.

I once was one of those high priests of inebriation, my pulpit one of ancient mahogany and brass in a faded downtown hotel. It had been quite fashionable some decades earlier, but now was a haven for a few retired individuals with government housing deals keeping them sheltered. It was also populated by those downtown office denizens who preferred the happy hour over the drive home and the occasional working woman. I had recently been rescued from the ranks of the gainfully employed by a "restructuring" and had sought some employment to keep afloat until the next project opened. The owner offered this hardly lucrative position to me through the timely departure of his previous bartender. She had taken off one weekend with a very good salesman and left her shifts uncovered. I'd been glad to step in originally, but after the first few weeks, the monotony was painful. I wouldn't starve, but I might die of ennui.

I spent a lot of my time doing small mindless things like passing glasses through the washer and wiping the bar. I was polishing my favorite spot when the Pickup came in. She appeared to be in her late twenties and was one of the few regulars that actually tipped. I smiled at her and reached for her glass, one Seven & Seven, tall. The first one would be mild, but we both knew I'd make up for it as she got numb. She was a fixture here from the times I had frequented the other side of the bar. She was dating a cop then, some senior detective assigned to the City Hall beat, being more like on the Mayor's staff. The first time I met her, some eight years ago, she was with him. Looking very much like a trophy on his arm.

She was still quite attractive, though the miles were beginning to show, A few pounds heavier (which I pretended not to notice), a few silver hairs among the dark roots of her once honey hair. She had more than ample breasts and her legs were great. She was the kind of woman that looks like a movie star before closing time. In the intervening years, her romance had soured and failed, and somewhere along she stopped thinking of herself as a trophy. He had seen her seek the company of strangers before, not exactly a chore for her, especially if one doesn't bother weeding out the married ones. She didn't.

She parked on the stool in front of the glass washer station and greeted me with a sullen, "Hello."

"Hiya, Nora," I replied. "How are ya?"

She leaned across the bar and stage-whispered, "Better than you've had lately."

I had no doubt about that. My long-time girlfriend had sought greener pastures some months before, taking everything, including my desire for revenge.

"You'd better bring a lunch, Babe," I told her, "'cause it's going to take ya all damn day." I looked her in the eyes and raised an eyebrow in emphasis. She tossed her head back in typical response to our running joke. She had left with others, but never with me. We managed to stay just friends and the few times I had accompanied her to her door, it was in rescue mode, not rutting mode. She had a formula, a test she could apply in the first few seconds of a meeting that decided the outcome. I had seen her operate and she was good, very good. If her decision was no, no amount of begging could change it. Once she decided on the flavor of the night, he didn't stand a chance. 

For a Friday, the evening began slowly and peaked early. The usual flood of regulars thinned out to a trickle soon after the traditional happy hour ended. That didn't prevent a string of attempts to snag her, however. At one point, a fellow from a table of four (three Bud Lites and a Miller Draft) was close, and even his buddies threw their collective support behind him, buying her sevens. In the end, he too was rebuffed. They left after a round of consolation, probably for the stripper bars, where they were more assured of not getting laid and more comfortable with the prospect.

Some time around midnight, I became uncomfortably aware that she might have set her sights on me. I'm still not sure what the trigger was. We flirted viciously as always, but at some point there had been a change and there was a tint of seriousness to our already colorful language. I found myself backtracking, not wanting to press the issue and at the same time wondering why. After all, her rejection wouldn't mean much to me, not after some of the things we'd said. And her wanting me was probably just her settling for something from mediocre pickings. Still, she was physically appealing and certainly available.

Frankly, though I didn't mind not being her first, I still hoped to be someone's last. I really didn't see much chance of that happening with Nora. She seemed somehow driven to go through men like a case of beer on a road trip, tossing the empties at road signs. By the time I started the closing routine, she had made her intentions plain. She'd stopped drinking sevens and had water with a twist instead. She also spent nearly a half hour in the Ladies room, freshening up, something I had never seen her do before. Maybe I just hadn't noticed.

I had just loaded the last cooler and had carried the empty cases out the back when she finally came out looking great. She had somehow peeled the last several years off and polished the girl underneath. The few die hard regulars still nursing their beers ceased conversation and stared in obvious appreciation. From the look of expectation on her face, I was supposed to be appreciative too. And I was.

I let her have a low whistle and a wink, at which she did a little pirouette and let her dress flow out around her. She danced to her perch and smiled broadly at me across the polished mahogany. The owner finally showed to collect the night's receipts and helped usher the last customer out the door. We found ourselves outside, arm in arm, making our way to her car. Suddenly a little flustered at the prospect of having to go through with all those threats I had made, I found myself at a loss for words. She mistook my silence for apprehension and began immediately to reassure me. I told you she was good.

She had me drive, the obvious choice since she'd been drinking earlier and I hadn't. The early morning traffic was light and most of the surface street signals were flashing yellow. As I piloted us to the suburbs, she leaned over the console and clung to me, her head resting on my shoulder. Somehow, she had left the drunk back at the bar and become a young woman out on a date, showing her beau affection. 

I, on the other hand, grew more and more apprehensive without the slightest clue why I should be. Finally I managed to pack it all in small box and mailed it to myself in the middle of next week. Meanwhile, I was determined to have a good time with a warm and willing woman. Even more, I was determined to show her a good time. Perhaps it was a matter of another male ego rising to the challenge, so to speak, but I intended to give her my best shot. Maybe even make an impression. Certainly make a memory.

We turned on final approach into the parking lot of a sprawling apartment complex, one of those pastel and primary painted buildings reminiscent of "The Prisoner." I fully expected to see the white translucent bubble bouncing down the pavement. When I finally killed the engine in a parking place, her pretty face so near mine, I kissed her lightly and she smiled.

"Lets go in," she whispered. I evacuated the car.

Inside, her apartment was cleaner and neater than I had ever seen it. In the half dozen or so times I'd been there before it always appeared lived in. Never dirty, just cluttered and sometimes strewn with the last few days of working clothes and dry coffee cups. This time, however, there wasn't a stray bra or blouse in sight, not a dish in the sink. No unopened mail or unread magazines, no butts in the ashtrays were visible. On the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room was single rose in a clear tulip vase. I was stunned. I turned around the room in awe, then watched her make us a drink on the counter. 

"The place looks terrific, Nora," I told her. "Absolutely terrific."

"Thanks," she said smiling. "Just for you." 

Although I doubted that, I did appreciate the sentiment. I searched for more to say, but there were no words that seemed adequate for the situation so resorted to mere flattery.

"And you look terrific too. Always did, to me."

She smiled and reached behind her and that nice business dress slid silently to the floor. She wore a white bra with little pink flowers, rimmed with soft lace and a pair of pale blue silk panties. Her legs were bare. She stepped away from the pool of cloth spread on the tile and around the end of the counter to face me. There was an aura of raw wanton sex about her, pheromones flowed from every pore, her smile an open invitation, yet it was still my move. She seemed poised on an edge looking at me so helpless and lost as if I was the only one on the planet who could save her. 

I reached out for her and she melted into my arms.

We began our dance there on the tile, trading kiss for kiss, touch for touch. For every button I freed, she did two. She had my zipper down and both hands inside my slacks, fishing for my growing desire before I could unbuckle my belt. We shed the rest of my clothes between the counter and the bedroom, her lips seldom leaving mine. Standing in the doorway, I reached around her and unhooked her bra. She shrugged and those marvelous vanilla mounds spilled into my hands. I caressed them softly, dragging kisses around and between them as I slid my hands down her sides and pushed her panties to the floor.

She took my hand and pulled me along into her bedroom. Even by the dim light that trickled in from the kitchen, I could see the room was as tidy as had been the rest of the apartment. She let go of my hand long enough to draw back the covers of the queen size bed and jumped in. Rolling onto her back, she held her arms aloft to me and spread her legs in wide surrender. To me, she looked positively delicious. I dove for the spot next to her and more or less fell into her embrace.

We kissed again, her tongue dancing with mine as our arms and legs intertwined. Her strong, well shaped legs wrapped around me and pulled me into her, without any guidance, our bodies fitting together like perfectly matching pieces of some precious keepsake in dire need of glue. I felt her surround and envelope me. I didn't enter her so much as was subsumed by her. She was the center, the heart, the very reason for being at all. Every ounce of energy we could muster was expended for only one purpose, our total gratification. For my part, I held my rhythm back, unwilling to finish too soon, determined to make this grand event last. I planted more kisses on her face and neck, circling around to take her left earlobe between my lips and massage it. Nibbling the outer edges of the rest of the ear and licking behind it, I wanted to survey every inch of this wonderful creature of pleasure. 

I eased back and out of her getting up on all fours and smiling down at her. She looked a bit puzzled so I kissed those full lips again, drinking in their pure affection like a fine wine. But those weren't the only lips I wanted to kiss. I paid homage to her breasts for long moments, taking great care to treat them equally. They were, quite frankly, the most perfect and beautiful ones of their size I had ever seen. At least a 'D' cup and tipped with dark dollar sized areolas with a rosebud in the center of each, their warmth and soft suppleness aroused me beyond my own belief. I consider myself a leg man, not a clavicle admirer, yet I found myself immersed in their worship.

Finally edging southward, I sought the moist forest between her thighs, searching with touch of lips alone as if blind. I found the valley I sought and slipped my tongue inside and down, separating her nether lips with a tender kiss. As I returned and made a third pass down those sweet ridges, I felt the pearl of her womanhood swell and rise under the ministrations of my mouth. I let my tongue tease all around it before enclosing it in my lips and sucking until it just touched my teeth, ever so gently. Then I repeated the process.

Her breath became ragged and sharp. I was totally engrossed in generating her pleasure with my silent speech and I spoke volumes to her.

Suddenly, she clamped her thighs around my head and her back arched up, lifting her butt up off the bed and taking my face with her. I grasped her butt in my palms, keeping my tongue busy tapping out the Morse of pleasure on her feminine telegraph. She let go a shriek of enjoyment and her legs spasmed. I felt her warm juices drenching my face and chest and I held on, clinging to her with lips and hands. Her butt came down and bounced on the bed as she relaxed slightly from the waves of ecstasy. I relaxed too and relented momentarily before resuming my oral attention to her. This time, I approached slower and softer than before and she shivered and whimpered in anticipation. But I couldn't keep it slow and soft for long. With the fingers of my left hand spreading those sweet lips and my right index finger just inside, I concentrated once again on that bright pink pearl with licks and kisses. I ran my finger along the ridges on the ceiling of her womb until she rewarded me with a jerk of her legs and a sharp cry. I gave her my energy, my desire, my heart, through the ends of my finger and tongue. I poured out my soul and she drank with a terrible thirst.

This time, her climax built quickly and brought friends. Again her wetness flowed around me and her body shook and bounced and rocked from side to side in the high surf of sexual release. I swam the warm waters with gusto, ever mindful of the undertow. 

"Stop," she said, placing her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back. "I can't. Anymore. I just can't." She began giggling, almost hysterical. Clutching a pillow to her face, she stifled the laughter and rolled over on her side, trembling. I sat up on one elbow and wiped my soaked face on the sheet. I knew I was smiling, I just hoped I didn't appear too smug. She drew me up next to her and rested her head on my chest. Reaching down to take my now partial erection in the grasp of those cool fingers, she sighed and said, "Honey, I owe you an apology. That was magnificent. Truly magnificent."

"Apology? For what?" I laughed.

"For not taking you up on your offer before," she replied. "For assuming you were like most men and were just talking trash to get next to me."

I chuckled, a sound that seemed gruff and inappropriate.

"No," she said, looking up at me. "I mean it."

"Thanks," I managed, but she was already moving down to take my now returning erection into her mouth. She was expert at this too. Taking just the head at first, then more and more until I could feel her tongue rake my testicles and her throat swallowing around me. There was no way I could halt or even slow the climax that rose from the remote ends of my being. It coursed through me, gathering strength and momentum with every miniscule twitch of her tongue or lip. She would pull back, allowing me to exhale, keeping just the head firmly enclosed in her warm wet kiss, then ease back down until I totally disappeared again. She held me there for long pauses and I held my breath until I thought my chest would surely explode.

Then she did it all over again.

I filled my fists with her hair and held her to me. At long last, she decided I had had enough and sent me a message unspoken. Something, some change in posture or movement or some telepathic signal told my straining body release was imminent and I begged for it. I did indeed explode. That massive climax assembled from all the threads of pleasure and gathered in my loins flowed through me and out. It disappeared into her mouth also, without a trace. I yelled her name and called her endearing names and terms of affection that sprang to mind. It was my turn to bounce my butt on the bed and I did. Not voluntarily either, but in overwhelming response to her eager attentions.

I smiled at her wiping her chin with the sheet. She curled up next to me then, resting her head and a hand on my chest. Our breathing slowed and we drifted into sleep.

I awoke sometime later with a full bladder and that uneasy moment of apprehension from being in a strange bed. She slept silently and soundly curled up with her back to me. I eased out of the bed and made my way to the commode. Once there, I closed the door and relieved myself. Again, I was surprised at how pretty the place was. I knew Nora had come directly to the bar after work Friday, so she would have had to clean the place up the night before. My head did a left turn into curiosity. Had she planned to seduce me? It had all appeared so spontaneous, yet somehow contrived. I found this amusing and flattering too. Had she actually prepared both herself and her apartment for the evening? I emerged from the bathroom to the sounds of a coffee maker gurgling.

She placed two cups on the counter and quickly turned away, busying herself with other kitchen items. "Ready for some coffee?" She asked, over her shoulder. "I know I need the caffeine in the mornings just to get going."

"Me too."

She kept her back to me and tried to make small talk, but I don't shift from sleep to public speaking so quickly. Perhaps reading more into my silence than I intended, she added, "I'll get you home soon as I can get dressed and get some coffee in me."

"I'm in no hurry," I replied. This caused her to stop and turn just enough to focus her attention.

"You sure?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm off 'til Tuesday," I told her. "Besides, I thought maybe we could do something about breakfast. I'm starved." She still didn't turn, but asked over her shoulder, "Are you sure? I don't have a thing in the fridge. Been too busy or tired to shop much lately."

"Sure, I'm serious," I said. "Let me take you to the Inn out by the truck stop, they have a pretty good breakfast."

She turned to me then, her eyes directed to the floor as if to avoid my gaze, her robe open and untied. It dawned on me she didn't want to see my expression. I could suddenly understand why. She looked, quite frankly, like Hell. As if perhaps she'd been on a binge of alcohol and self neglect. For a very brief instant, I wondered where the girl had gone that had shared that bed and passion with me. Her hair was rough and unkempt, her skin too pale and drawn. Her still pretty face had lines around her eyes and the corners of her mouth I hadn't noticed before, the kind of lines that are sketched by laughter and caring. She finally allowed her eyes to rise to mine and before I could hide it, she took in my expression. I managed a crooked smile and said, "You might want to put some clothes on." 

She smiled briefly then brightened and dashed off to her bedroom. I sipped the bitter brew and wondered what the hell was going on. It wasn't the first time a morning after had gone south on me, but there was some mystery here I was missing. I didn't know what the puzzle was supposed to be so how did I know which pieces were missing. All I really did know was that some were indeed AWOL.




The Pickup



The only flight I could get for the three-day convention arrived in town shortly before noon on Wednesday. I am a Divisional Sales Manager for a manufacturing company. I have the distinction of being one of the youngest executives at this convention. I started at the entry level right out of college. I'm single and have been with the company for about six years. 

I checked into my hotel and as is the practice the company placed us in one of the finest hotels in town. I went up to my room changed and relaxed. I watched some television. And about four o'clock became hungry so I decided to go down and get something to eat. Rather then go to the restaurant I simply took a seat at the end of the bar in the lounge. I could order off the menu and it was more comfortable to sit alone that way. I wasn't in too big a hurry so I ordered a Bud and checked out the hockey game on the bar TV. After about an hour I went to the bathroom and when I came back there was a young lady sitting a few stools away from where I was.

Being the only people at the bar we soon got into some small talk starting with the hockey game that was on. She was very pretty and I would have guessed about twenty-eight years old. Shoulder length blonde hair, no make up and flawless complexion. She was obviously someone that cared for herself. You could tell she was educated and seemed very nice and friendly. Her name was Lauren and like me she was in town for meetings associated with her work. I found as we chatted that we had much in common which included my hobbies of boating and my love of swimming. I soon moved over to the stool next to her. I was really enjoying her company and she seemed to like me. We talked about everything from college to clothing styles. I asked her if she would like to have something to eat, as I was now quite hungry. She accepted and we moved to a table near a window. I ordered a combination plate of mixed seafood and she ordered a chicken and pasta entrée and we shared a nice chilled bottle of German white. 

We ate leisurely and enjoyed the conversation. She had an excellent witty sense of humor and was so easy to talk to. I found myself very comfortable in her presence and was starting to become very infatuated with her beauty as well as her personality. I could feel a closeness growing and on more then one occasion noticed her studying me. We finished our coffee and then Lauren looked at her watch and said she had to go to her room and do some phoning. I was sorry she had to go and I picked up the tab and moved to the lobby with her. She stopped and looked like she was thinking and then told me she would be finished her work in about half an hour and asked if I would like to go for a walk with her. The hotel was in the harbor area and it was a beautiful place to stroll among the boats in the marina and the little shops. I jumped at that suggestion and we agreed to meet in the lobby in an hour.

She was right on time and arrived wearing jeans, sneakers and a nice black fleece pullover that accented her beautiful blonde hair. As she moved down the stairs ahead of me I got a wonderful view of her. She was petite with beautiful shapely hips and she moved very fluidly. We walked along a walkway that over looked the harbor. It was a warm beautiful night and it was just starting to get dark. We paused and stood against a railing where we could watch a huge ferry- boat leaving the dock. Lauren had moved close to me and I slid my arm around her holding her against me as we looked out over the harbor. We watched for sometime and then with her arm in mine we continued our walk. We circled the harbor and started back towards the hotel. We were now in an area of small shops and restaurants and as we passed an English style pub we could hear the music and the laughter inside. Lauren looked at me smiled and we decided to go inside. We found a wonderful crowd with a piano bar and some people that could really sing. The atmosphere was friendly and soon we were both right in the middle of the group. Lauren was no prude and had no aversion to tasting about three different kinds of English beer and ale. As we sat and listened at one point I held Laurens hand in mine and felt her gently squeeze my fingers in hers. We spent a lot of the time during the singsongs standing by the piano. Lauren seemed at every occasion to move against me. 

It got to be late so we started back to the hotel again either holding hands or with my arm around her. We came upon a quiet intersection we had to cross and while waiting for the light Lauren turned to me and brought her arms around my neck. We kissed softly just feeling each other's lips and then deeper as I held her soft body close to me. Her lips were warm and as we moved apart for a second we looked into each other's eyes. I could see the twinkle and the little smile on Lauren's lips. We continued our walk to the hotel and entered the main entry and went straight to the elevator. I pressed the button for floor sixteen and Lauren pressed nineteen. The elevator no sooner moved then Lauren was in my arms and this time the kiss was deep and passionate. I let my tongue ride along her lips and then against hers. I slid my tongue back and forth on hers. I caressed her back and could feel her breasts against me under her clothing. Her lower body was molded to mine. We were both breathing hard as she put her head on my chest and kissed my neck. The elevator stopped on the sixteenth floor and the door opened. I pressed the stop button and moved to release her from our embrace. Lauren looked up into my eyes and said, " I'm not going up" and walked out the door with me as we almost ran to my room

As soon as we were inside Lauren was in my arms and my hands were traveling up and down her. We literally ground our lips on each other as we were now both breathing rapidly. I put my hands on the waistband of her pullover and she leaned forward. I peeled it right over her head as my cotton jacket hit the floor. I could feel her soft back under the light cotton top and I soon slid my hand under that and caressed the warm bare skin. I felt her press harder against me and then there was a soft moan. I moved to her jeans and easily popped the top button and slid the zipper down. There was a slight intake of breath as I started to work them down her hips. She was going to be undressed right here and was helping me. I soon had the jeans to her knees and she kicked them free. It left her standing against me almost bare below the waist. She moved back and I felt her hand on my waist- band opening the top button. I felt the zipper going down. I helped her slide them off and could now feel her soft smooth legs against me. We continued to kiss with our tongues sliding around and against each other. I licked her neck and sucked one of her ear lobes and her reaction was to position her legs so she could gently slide her pubic mound on me. I bent her towards me again and in one motion slipped the cotton top over her head. I moved my hand to the strap across her back. I looked down into her eyes as I snapped the clasp on it and let it fall open. Her beautiful breasts were released and she smiled as I looked in awe. They were firm and standing up with pink oracles and beautiful hard nipples pointing upward. She was gorgeous. Without looking away from her beautiful deep blue eyes I placed my hands on each breast and softy cupped them and rubbed the nipples, as her eyes never left mine.

Lauren helped to slip my shirt over my head and then studied my bare chest. I caressed her back and she licked and sucked my nipples and then nibbled them gently. This made my manhood stand up in my shorts like it was alive. It was very stiff and the head was getting sensitive. Lauren kissed her way down my chest and then hooked her fingers in the waistband of my shorts and literally pulled them down freeing my turgid manhood. It popped out and straight up pointing towards her. She moaned as she wrapped her hand onto it and softly stroked it. I had to breathe deep to stop from erupting as she deftly squeezed it. I felt a tightening in my buttocks and then the tingling sensation as a droplet formed on the tip. Lauren seeing this placed her lips on the head and softly licked the drop and then settled her mouth over the head as she continued her hand movements. She used her tongue on the underside and moved her lips taking it deeply into her mouth and sucked it hard. She seemed to love this. I could not suppress the urge to thrust and started small hip movements. I could feel her purposely comb her teeth along the underside of the hard shaft. I would not be able to take much more of this and I could not wait. 

I hooked my hands under her arms and I picked her up easily placing her on the middle of the bed. I threw the covers back and came down beside her. We fell into each other's arms as my hands rolled, rubbed and fondled each breast. My tongue run circles around and flicked the nipples and then I sucked them hard and licked them blowing cold air on them and seeing then get hard like little marbles. I felt her breathing quicken and her muscles tighten as she pressed herself to me. I kissed my way down her flat tummy and with my finger hooked the band of her panties and slid them off as she raised her hips to assist me. Her skin felt so soft as I circled the outside of her thighs and then proceeded up the inside of her legs. I felt her soft lips with the edge of my hand and I moved inward. She was very wet and as I gently opened her slit with my finger I heard her moan and felt her raise her hips to me. I kissed her mound and used my tongue to tickle the soft trimmed tuft of almost invisible blonde hair. I traced along her groove and found her wet little button and rubbed it gently. She went wild moving her hips against me. I came over her quickly between her legs so I could more easily get my tongue inside her. She was clean and sweet with a sexy essence that filled my nostrils. My tongue was now sliding back and forth inside the tight elastic opening to her body. Lauren was moving with a rhythm now as I formed my lips over her button and sucked. I flicked my tongue on it and then used my finger to gently probe inside her. She started to whimper and then move her hips in sharp movements. She grabbed my head and forced it hard against her as I licked harder and soon felt her body erupt into convulsions that left her quivering softly in my arms with a light sheen of sweat on her body.

She gripped my shoulders as I moved over her and gathered her into my arms at the same time she raised her knees on each side of me. My manhood was now inches from her wet opening. My chest was touching her breasts and I could feel the firm nipples as she snaked her hand down between us. I rose arching my back slightly while she stroked me and adjusted herself. She guided the hard thick head to her slippery wet lips and with her hand still around it I pressed. I slid through her fingers and smoothly into her warm soft body. She clasped me to her and moaned softly. She was smooth and tight and I could feel the ripples on the walls of her channel as she took me all the way into her. She was like a warm soft glove around me. Her face was against my neck and I could feel her lips all over me. Her hands roamed up and down my back urging me as I started to move in her. I withdrew it almost all the way out and slid it back in slow at first then faster and now a little harder and deeper. She was moving with me with her legs over and around me. I could feel her urgency as she started her body thrusts. It was as if she was trying to get more and more of me inside her. She was now grinding on me at the same time I pressed deep. There was a little scream as she clamped her legs around me. I was starting to throb and was going to cum. I thrust myself hard and deep and could feel Lauren whimper as the first hard warm spurt of semen erupted inside her. I stopped moving and let it spurt while she held her breath for a second. This beautiful sweetheart was now softly caressing my back as she completely opened herself to me and totally accepted my seed deep inside her.

I felt it subside and could feel it dripping and running as I stroked slowly and gently. Lauren was holding me tight with both of her arms and I felt her lips moving on my neck. I slid her legs down and brought them together still holding myself inside her. I turned us on our side with her body tight to me and pulled a blanket over us and held her close. The feelings we both seemed have at this moment left neither of us with anything to say. I softened and slipped out of her, held her close and soon felt her breathing softly. She was asleep and soon I was also. I awoke a while later and spread another blanket over us and moved the pillow under Laurens head. I cuddled her from behind with my arm around her and over her breasts as I felt her breathing slow and soft.

The wake up call from the desk woke me and I sat up in the bed. I looked around and Lauren had left sometime before morning. I had wanted to talk to her and didn't want her to just leave like that but she was gone. I showered and dressed and got ready for the meetings and went down for breakfast. I met some of the people in the restaurant from other locations that were here for the convention and we had breakfast together and engaged in the usually company small talk. ' When we got out into the lobby there was a message for us that our transportation would be in a company limo that was going to be at the hotel to transport a company executive. We went down to the limo and got in as it was waiting outside. I heard the driver say he was here to pickup the owner and company president's daughter. Apparently she was a corporate lawyer and was going to be here doing the presentation on his behalf. Soon the door opened and this beautiful blonde lady in a black business suit holding a laptop slid into the seat across from me. Lauren's eyes met mine almost in disbelief as one of the people introduced everyone. Lauren and I had never mentioned whom we worked for and this was quite shocking to say the least. I felt very cheap thinking that maybe Lauren had just used me as for sex last night. I started to get upset and burn inside. Was Lauren some kind of a rich bitch that just played a game with me?

Lauren did her presentation and she impressed everyone in the room with the way she handled herself on the podium. This was a very smart lady and I was in awe. I had a hard time when I looked at her to try to remember her the way she had been the night before. I thought maybe when the program was over and there would be a social hour I might get to sidle over and say something. The day's events came to a close and the convention center caterers brought in snacks and a bar was opened and many of us stood around chatting. I was still in the dumps thinking about how I had fallen almost instantly last night and how it was yanked out from underneath me today. Just then I saw Lauren winding her way through the crowd. She had the usually entourage of followers that had been hanging around her all day. She came straight to me and moved in close and smiled as she put her hand on mine. Then loud enough that everyone in the group heard she told me she was going to be tied up for an hour and asked if I wanted to get a dinning room reservation. She said she was going to be hungry and could just meet me at the bar. I almost swallowed my tongue as I looked at her and very simply said, "Sure, I'm going to be hungry too." I watched the mouths of everyone drop open as she walked away.

That convention was over a year ago and the only time in my life I ever made a pickup in a bar. It turned out to be good as I now spend hours with Lauren and we sleep together every night. We are expecting our first child in about five months.



The Pickup



I know that this story is going to sound fantastic and impossible, but I swear everything is true.

I was in a bit of a slump, sexually speaking. My live-in lover of 5 years had returned to school to get her Masters degree and I was without female company for the first time in many years.

I decided to go to a local club to hear a ska band I’d read nice things about. Having not been single for some time and being out of the club and music scene, I managed to arrive at the club a couple of hours too early.

Not wanting to hang out in an empty, smelly bar, I started back across the parking lot. It was just barely dark and a pleasant early summer evening.

As I unlocked my car, a female voice came from across the parking lot…

“Hey, are you going anywhere near Stamford?”

I looked up to see a gorgeous young woman approaching me. She was a little disheveled but very lovely. Tall, tan, wearing tiny shorts and sneakers and carrying several gym bags.

“My ex-boyfriend just threw me out of his car and stranded me here.”

“Well, I wasn’t going that way” but looking at this luscious girl I knew I’d probably drive her anywhere she liked - sucker that I am for damsels in distress!

“OK, Let’s go somewhere and have some cocktails. I’m not in much of a mood to go home anyway.”

She was young. 21 or 22. I’m 40 although I don’t look it. This could be trouble, I thought.

“We could do that,” I said, unlocking her door.

“Good. I really need a drink”. She held out her hand. “Hi, I’m Candy” Nice manicure, red nails.

You certainly are, I thought.

As she sat down in the passenger seat, she started pulling off her top and then her bra.

“Don’t mind me. I work as a dancer. This isn’t bothering you, is it?”

“ No, beautiful women introduce themselves to me and immediately take off their clothes all the time!”

“Sorry. I just didn’t want to go out looking like this. Can I steal your mirror to do my makeup for a minute?” She said turning the mirror toward her.

“Sure” I muttered, unable to stop her. 

“They should anyway, girls I mean. You’re a handsome guy” Shimmying into a little halter-top. Working on eyelashes and lips.

“Thanks”. Trouble. Big trouble.


We had a couple of drinks at a neighborhood/sleazy pub nearby. She looked better up close, young, tart, maybe a little too much mileage but I’m a kinky older guy and I liked her slutty look.

She loosened up even more and told me about her life, ex-husband, abusive boyfriend, and lesbian affairs with other dancers.

After a couple of cocktails we were necking on our barstools, making a bit of a scene.

“Where do you live?” She asked, the point of the question never in doubt, her hand rubbing the front of my slacks. “Do you have some champagne there?” I did. We were there in minutes.

I poured us some bubbly and lit some candles. Nine-Inch Nails on the CD. 

She undressed to her G-string. Red

“I love him, Kent Reznor. He’s so kinky.”

I kissed her again. Her skin was smooth and firm. Her breasts, tummy, her nipples hard.

“What are those for?” She asked smiling and gesturing toward the bed.

Amy and I had done some kinky things, bondage not the least of them. There were the black steel loops at each corner of the mahogany bed I had built 3 years ago.

Honesty, I thought, is the best policy here.

“They’re for tying women up.”

“I thought so”, she said, sinuously wrapping her arms and legs around me.

“What else do you do to these women?” She whispered in my ear.

Oh boy. I paused. Gulped. Out loud.

She went on.

“I mean, do you have more toys? Cuffs? Whips? Vibrators? Dildos?” Laughing.

“Yes. All of the above” I admitted.

“Goody!” she giggled. “Show me. Tie me to your bed. Do stuff to me!” She smiled. I hardened. She pulled off her panties and lay back, spread-eagled on my black sheets. 

How does this kind of thing happen to a man? How could I refuse?



I cuffed her arms and legs to the bed with the black leather sheepskin-lined cuffs. 

Diving between her legs, I licked her sopping wet pussy and swollen clit. Her first orgasm took only a minute or two.

“Fuck me. Please fuck me” she pleaded and I was only too happy to oblige her.

She was very wet and very tight. Our pelvises ground together and I knew it was good for her too. Her second come was on her before we knew it.

I was staring at her face as I fucked her and the face of her orgasm almost scared me. Her eyes would roll back in her head in a swoon and her features took on a feral look. Then it would pass and she would kiss my face encouraging me to fuck her harder. Deeper. Her 3rd and 4th orgasms followed quickly and were just as strong.

As she surfaced again, she shocked me asking me to fuck her ass.

“Are you sure, sweet thing?” I asked

“Oh yeah, I love ass fucking. It’s plenty wet down there. Hook my ankle cuffs to my wrists and put a pillow under me. I want you to fuck my ass and shoot your hot cum up there. Ooh!”

I slid in easily. This was not her first time. Her ass was tight but just as wet as her pussy, as if she naturally lubricated back there, too.

I tried to hold back but as yet another orgasmic spasm shuddered through her, I lost it, spilling what felt like a quart of cum up her hot, slippery ass.

But as my cock deflated and began to slide out of her rectum, she began moving and vibrating again, grinding her soaking wet pelvis against mine and moaning softly.

“More, please”. Her eyes were starting to roll back in her head again.

“This boy needs a rest, darlin’. Tell you what. I’ll let you have a free hand to rub your clit with and I’ll get a big toy and work you over. OK?”

“Oh, Goody! Do you have a big one? My little pussy wants a big one.”

I opened my toy bag again and went into the separate compartment where the dildoes resided. I picked the next to largest latex toy and showed it to her.

“Is that the biggest one? I’m so wet. I’m afraid I’ll swallow that one whole” her smile was incredibly sexy, almost innocent.

I pulled out my largest toy…a 3” thick and 12” long monster.

“There’s this or there’s…” I hesitated at saying the next words.



“Or there’s what?” she asked.

“You’re incredible” I blurted out

“Or there’s what? She asked again.

“Or there’s my hand” I said not knowing how this beautiful young woman would react to such a lewd suggestion.

“Well, I know I can take that” she said pointing to the dildo “but I don’t know about your hand”.

“That’s ok, baby, I just…”

She cut me off. “Let’s try that rubber monster first and then we’ll see about your hand. Can I play with myself like you said?”

“Sure”

I released her right hand and Candy immediately starting strumming her clit furiously. She was cumming by the time I had the rubber cock fully buried in her perfectly shaven pussy.

Moaning loudly now, she came three times in a row, exhorting me in word and action to pound the big rubber cock into her cunt.

After the third, we slowed down some. Frankly, I was sure her pussy was totally bruised and battered.

As if reading my thoughts, she used her vaginal muscles to push the giant phallus out of her and onto the bed.

It fell to the bed between her outstretched legs and she sighed.

“You okay, lover?” I asked, moving up to kiss her face, her forehead, her nose and finally her lips.

“Can I have a drink?” she asked and I brought the champagne flute to her lips. She drank the glass and asked for more.

“I could unchain you” I started.

“NO! I mean no. I don’t want to stop”.

“Darlin! How much more can you take?” I was incredulous. This was turning out to be one amazing night.

“I want to try it”.

“What?” I asked, innocently, knowing the answer.



“Your hand. Your fist. Have you ever done it? Had your whole hand inside of a woman?”

“Almost” I admitted. Amy loved the big toys, loved being stretched down there “Almost but not quite up to here” I circled my right hand with my left, behind the knuckles but just barely.

Candy started rubbing her clit again. Hard.

“Let’s try,” she said simply. “We can stop if it’s too much. Do you have lots of lube?”

“Of course baby. Are you sure?”

“I’m sure!” She said emphatically. “Let’s do it now before I cool down.”

I excused myself to wash my hands, stopping at the kitchen to grab some strawberries and ice water.

When I got back, Candy was again rolling in the throes of impending orgasm, masturbating furiously.

“Save that!” I commanded as I stepped into the bedroom and the look on her face was pure. Lust and joy.

I knelt back down on the bed between her thighs and lubed my entire hand and watched her masturbate.

2 and then 3 fingers of my hand slid easily into her. I looked into her face and was rewarded with a huge smile.

“Yeah! Oh yeah! Mmmmm”

I tucked my little finger in and she somehow spread her legs just a little wider. My four fingers were buried knuckles deep inside her. I rotated my hand gently back and forth. She moaned.

“More” she said. “Deeper.”

Her cunt did seem ready to swallow my fist, tight as she was. I stroked my hand out, tucked in my thumb and pushed back into her incredibly hot and wet pussy.

Candy looked wild, her blonde hair in sweaty strings, her face a mask of concentration. I thought for a second that she looked like someone giving birth.

I pushed and turned my hand, going deeper already than Amy and I had ever tried.

“God, this looks incredible!”

“I know,” she said looking up at the ceiling mirror then returning to that look of intense concentration.

I kept pushing steadily and rotating my hand a quarter turn each way. I knew we were on the verge of succeeding in our outrageous enterprise. Then suddenly my hand slid all of the way in. Candy froze, arching her back and a high keening cry came from her throat.



“We did it,” I said.

“I know. Give me a minute and then try to close your hand”. Her attitude was astonishing.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you”.

“I’m this close to getting fist fucked for the first time. Try. Go ahead”. I hesitated. “Go on. I want you to”.

Her cunt was so tight around my wrist that I thought for a minute that I’d lost feeling in my fingers.

I wiggled my fingers gently and moved ever so slightly back and forth.

Candy’s fingers were once again thrashing her swollen clitoris. I tried to close my hand deep inside her cunt.

As I closed my hand and started to stroke in and out of her very slowly, Candy’s orgasm was upon her.

It was huge! It was long and powerful. Candy cried and wailed and thrust her hips at me till I was stroking my fist several inches in and out of her vagina. When it was over, I started to pull my hand slowly out of her body.

It took several minutes to remove my hand. As soon as I had extricated my hand I released her ankles and wrist from their shackles and lay down on the bed next to her.

Candy took my KY covered hand and kissed it.

“Make a fist, Sean” Candy whispered.

I once again made my right hand into a fist.

“Oh my God. I had that inside of me. How deep were you?”

I circled my forearm beyond the wrist bone.

“Oh. My God” Candy sighed.

“That was amazing,” I said.

“That was AMAZING!” Candy repeated. “Thank you, Thank you, Thank you”

“Thank YOU!” I said holding her hard dancers body close to mine.

We slept for a couple of hours and I took her home.

I never saw or heard from her again.



The Pickup



You are sitting at the bar with your friends as she walks in wearing a black leather mini skirt, white halter with a deep V neckline, stockings and black heels. All you and your friends can do is stare at her. But for a while, all she does is ignore you, but you can finally feel her looking at you. She comes over and whispers in your ear, "Take me away and love me all night long." You just smile at your friends as you take her hand and lead her away.

You take her to your place and as the door closes you wrap your arms around each other locking your lips in a kiss that leaves both breathless. She gently sits on the couch as you bend over to remove her shoes. Massaging each foot makes her purr like a little kitten. Moving up her leg, you stop just short of where she wants you to be. You slowly undress her, nibbling and kissing each area as you uncover it. When you take her bra off, you make sure to pay special attention to her tits and nipples. She moans as you rub and squeeze her tits before you pull one nipple into your hot waiting mouth. She arches her back to pull you closer to her. As you suck and bite on one nipple, your other hand pulls and twists the other one. 

Slowly you move down to her belly button. She moans asking for more, but you lay her down on the couch on her stomach. You start at her neck nibbling and kissing and sucking your way down her body. You find that the back of her knees and ankles are sensitive erotic spots ho her. She jumps and tries to move away every time you touch them.

"I want you," she says, but you like being in control. You begin to feel for her, so you remove her panties and run your fingers over her pussy, planting kisses all over the bald pussy that is revealed to you, yet never licking it with your tongue. She starts to bounce all over trying to get your to pay attention to her clit. You then take her by the hand and lead her to the bedroom.

She watches as you slowly remove your clothes in front of her. "Please" she moans. "I want you inside of me." You tell her not yet that you are not finished playing and teasing her. You slide up from her feet licking and sucking as you move higher. You find that behind her knees is a very sensitive erotic spot. You finally reach her pussy and gently start to licking and sucking on her clit and the lips of her cunt. She moans deeper and longer whenever you suck on the lips of her pussy. Your tongue starts to push inside of her wet hole, slowly fucking it with your tongue. This causes her to raise her hips trying to get your tongue as deep as she can inside her. 

Again, you gently suck her lips into your mouth and start biting them and tugging on them. You quickly release her lips and suddenly engulf her clit in your mouth flicking your tongue across it ever so slowly, forcing her hands on the back of your head pushing it closer to her wetness. You then suck on it even harder and biting it till she can't stand it any longer. She cries out as you suck on it begging you to keep it up. 

As your tongue licks it harder and harder, she starts to cum screaming your name out, pushing your head to her pussy as it pours her cum onto your face and down your throat. You hungrily drink down her cum, keeping her cumming over and over again. 

You then move up beside her on the pillows, lightly rubbing her nipples as you look into her eyes and see the look of utter satisfaction. You kiss her deeply so that she can taster herself on your tongue. 

She starts to get up and starts kissing your neck and jaw as she moves her body over yours. She keeps moving down your body kissing as she gets to your chest, sucking on each of your nipples. You groan as she moves slowly down your belly gently licking and nibbling as she moves lower and lower. Her breath is hot as she gets closer and closer to your crotch. She moves all over, but never touches your cock. She smiles at you saying, "You are not the only one who can tease." You start to groan and know that you are in trouble for teasing her the way you did. 

She cups your balls in her hands lightly squeezing them. She starts to pull one into her mouth sucking on it, also making sure that the other one is not feel left out doing the same thing to it. Slowly you feel her tongue sliding up the length of your shaft. Once she reaches the head, she pulls it into her mouth taking it all the way down her throat. You feel her nose rubbing in the hair on your crotch. She pulls back until just the head of your dick is still in her mouth. She starts to swirl her tongue around the head of your dick. Once your cock is nice and wet, she releases it from her warm mouth and blows cool air up and down the shaft. The air-cools it down, but just as suddenly, she swallows the entire length back down her throat bringing back the heat of her mouth. "Oh Lord" you moan. She just looks at you and giggles. Your hips begin to bounce and you go even deeper into her mouth. 

"Fuck my face" she says to you. You begin slowly, pulling it in and out of her mouth. But she won't let you keep up this pace long. She moves her head with every upstroke you make. You can feel your cum begin to boil in your balls. She again takes your balls in your hands milking them with every stroke in her mouth. "I'm cumming," you shout out. Cum starts flowing up the long shaft of your cock into her hot waiting mouth, jet after jet of hot sticky cum flows down her throat. She eagerly drinks down every drop of your load. One small drop falls down onto her chin. She takes a finger and collects it up and then sucks on her finger teasing you with it. She then takes your cock and licks it clean and you start to get hard all over again.

But this time, she wants your cock in her wet pussy. She climbs up on top of you and slowly lowers her wet cunt down on top of your hard shaft. Once she is fully impaled on it, she leans over and kisses you, enjoying the feel of being so full. She starts to move her hips front to back making sure you can feel every part of her hot cunt. She starts squeezing you with the muscles of her pussy. She then starts moving up and down your cock, "Faster" you say to her. You decide that she is going to do nothing but tease you, so you take control and roll her over onto her back. She leers at you and asks you to fuck her hard. 

You slam your hard dick into her wet dripping hole, your balls bouncing against her ass. "Fuck me" she screams. You start to slam into her harder, faster and deeper into her cunt. Slowly you start to feel the contractions in her pussy just as she starts to moan that she is about to cum. You continue to pump away at her to keep her orgasm going, but you can't last all night. Your hot cum boils out of your long cock, filling her cunt with your juice till it starts to run out of your pussy mixed with her cum running down her thighs. 

You lay down next to her gently kissing her until you both fall asleep in each other's arms till you wake again and start all over.



The Pickup



Friday night.

Whew, the week is done, time to go out and get loose. Being fairly new in town, I don't know many folks so I thought I'd just go out. I got a bite to eat at my apartment and climbed into my trusty 510 sedan and set out to blow off steam.

The bar I went to was in a strip mall. Down a flight of stairs into smokey, dark noisey place. The music was pouring up the stairs at a throbbing beat. Late '70's and early '80s rock, Police, Skynard, Cars that sort of thing. Loud danceable stuff. I shuffled down the stairs and saw a row of stools outside of the main floor, looked like kind of a staging area. 4 stools and a rectangular opening that gave one a view of the inside of the bar. The smell of smoke, perfume and liquor permeated the air. The band was close to the end of their first set. 

I pulled up a seat at the end of the row, and peered into the main floor. It was dimly lit and the corners were almost black. Being that it was Friday, the interior was crowded with people - guys and gals - seated around the tables. Conversations were buzzing under the blasting music. 

I ordered a beer and began to look around and see if there was anyone I knew, or might want to get to know.

After a few songs a woman her late 30's approached me and asked me if I would dance with her. 

"Sure" I replied. 

We danced a few songs and chatted a bit. 

"I'm just here to dance some dances and have a few drinks," she said, " I'm not interested in anything else. " 

" That's OK, I can live with that," I replied, " I'm new in town so I'm just here to see what's going on."

She was about 5'5" tall, red haired with a perm, blue eyes and looked cute. She wore a black form fitting sweater that accentuated her bust and blue jeans in the style of the time. She cut me loose after a few songs and I went back to my beer and bar stool. I danced and chatted with a few more ladies. and had a few more beers. 

"Hi" 

"Oh, hello"

The red head had comeback. 

"You seemed like a nice young man, could you help me out?"

Being 19 or so and very green, I said " Sure, what you need?" 

"I've been dancing with this guy over there and he's kinda creepy. Can you dance with me for a while, maybe until he leaves?"

" OK " She was a cute older woman, why not.

A slow song was next, she took my hand and led me to the dance floor. It was crowded, hot and sweaty. You could feel the perspiration and smell the sweat and perfume as the bodies pressed together. We found a place and began a slow dance. She pressed her bosom into my body and laid her head on my shoulder. I put my arms around her and we began a slow shuffle step dance. I move my hands to her back and held her close. She look up at me and smiled.

She mouthed "Thank you"

I mouthed " Your welcome"

She moved my hand to her bum, and I rested it there and near the end of the song I gave it a light squeeze. She looked up at me and gave me a quick kiss. Which really surprised me. A second slow song began and she did not let go. 

By now I was beginning to react to her body pressed against mine. She looked me in the eyes and ground her hips against mine. Being still new at this game I tried to respond in kind, but I may have over done it. She giggled at me and when the song was over took my hand and led me out of the bar, up the stairs and into the parking lot. 

We talked a bit out there, we necked a bit out there, she really knew how to suck face. She had soft lips and her tongue seemed to be everywhere on my teeth, dancing with my tongue, she just seemed to want it badly. I would have never guessed it early on.

"I thought you were here for a few drinks and some dancing only," I asked. 

She put her finger on my lips.

"I changed my mind," she whispered.

"Oh really"

"Come with me?" she asked.

" Sure"

She led me to her car, an older Datsun 240 Z. I sat down in the passenger seat and she got in on the driver side. She pulled out of the parking lot and began to drive down the TV Hi-Way. Presently we pulled onto a side street, she reached over to me and began fumbling with my pants.

"Can I help you?" I asked, unbuckling my belt and letting my zipper down so she could reach my hardening cock.

She began playing with my balls and rubbing my stiffening dick. We came to a stop sign. She came to a full and complete stop. looked over at me and bent down to suck my cock briefly, teasing me with her tongue. I slid down the seat to give her better access, and reached across to fondle her breasts. She moved my hand down to her crotch, when I found her jeans open and I could touch her pubic hair but could not quite reach her pussy. 

She pulled away rom the stop sign, whipped into a driveway and killed the engine. She got out and beckoned me to follow her into the house. Which I did. 

By the time we reached the bedroom we were completely naked. She pushed me down on the bed and took my hardness in her mouth and proceeded to suck and tongue and tease me to the edge. Her tongue was like magic it seemed to be everywhere, on my cock slithering around my balls, she just seemed to want to devour me. It did not take her long to get me to blow my cum. She took it all and swallowed every drop.

She continued to suck and lick me until she ahd completely cleaned my tool of every drop of cum. She then positioned herself on me and asked if I would like to eat her. Damn she was up front.

"I've never done that before, so you have to guide me."

She smiled "I'll be happy to show you."

With that she rolled around on the bed so that she was on her back. She spread legs and invited me to begin.

I was a little unsure of what to do, so I started to kiss her thighs and nibble on her skin. She placed her hands on my head and slowly guided me to her bush and pussy. At first I was a bit put off, and i think it showed, as she paused, but I grew swiftly accustomed to her. I ran my tongue up and down her lips, which elicited a shiver from her. She moaned softly and pressed my head closer. I sneaked a peek up at her face and she as watching me intently, to see what I would do next. She reached down and spread herself for me, and touched her clit.

"Wait to lick this until I'm close... but go ahead and explore me as much as you want, I'll tell you what I like"

"mmm" I began to taste her. She tasted of salt, feminine wiles and musky with desire and as such she aroused me. I slid my tongue into her exploring her depths. She thrust her hips up at me and I pressed closer I slid my hands under her ass as this seemed to be the right thing to do. The taste of a woman is a unique thing, each one is different and each one is her own separate essence. No woman is the same. And for that I will be forever grateful.

"oh yesss, that feels good..."

"mmm come back, no there, yess right there ohhhh yesss..."

She seemed to melt slightly and I lightly tongued her clit. She flinched. 

"No," she breathed, " not yet" 

I went back to teasing around her clit. and probing inside of her.

"Like that, mmmmm yes just like that.." 

I reached up and caressed her left breast, and toyed with her nipple. Her hand covered mine and held it there, guiding it to places she wanted me to touch. Her belly, her thighs, her ass, she had me cup her ass with my hands.

"now" she whispered, " lick it "

She moaned and thrust up. I teased her slightly.

"mmmm, please lick it gently softlllyy.." she trailed off. 

"noooo not there, yesssss there right there...." 

" OH GOD YES......" 

Her whole body seemed to convulse and twitch spasmodically, She cried out as if in pain and I stopped, for fear was I hurting her?

"PLEASE DON'T STOP" she whispered insistently....

I went back to teasing her clit and she seemed to reach a point of no return. Her legs squeezed my head and I was trapped in her thighs. She seemed to slowly subside. I caressed her clit and she whimpered softly. 

" ohh, mmm that was nice, you did that nicely, mmmm, thank you so much.."

She sat up and took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, and then slowly kissed her way around my face, tasting herself on my lips and beard.

She slowly ran her hand down my body, eventually reaching my reviving manhood. 

" Oh I like this, you're almost ready for me again. I want you inside me."

She laid me back and straddled me and slowly slid herself down my shaft. She was wet, hot and tight. She felt like nothing I'd ever had before. Once she had me in her she began sliding up and down the length of me. Her breasts bobbled back and forth over me, I reached up and caressed them playing with her nipples and the underside of them. 

She ground her pussy on me with and intensity and passion I'd never felt. She was a woman in need of a good fuck. And I was determined to give her one. Reversing positions I got on top for a go at the old missionary position, having her under me was very arousing as she began to loose her self in the moment, I put her legs over my shoulders and began slapping my pelvis against her thighs. 

"mmmm.... yesss, god please fuck me..." 

She began to play with her breasts, kneading them hard and aggressively, leaving red marks on her skin. I could feel her pussy begin to clench and release wanting to milk me of cum. I slowed down a little to last longer. 

"cum for me..," she asked, " please cum for me"

That began to push me closer to the edge. I began to thrust harder and deeper, as she had given me permission to release. 

I began to cum spurts of goo inside of her. I groaned deeply as I could feel it down to the bottom of my feet. As I began to spend myself out and subside, I began to giggle and laugh uncontrollably. I could not control. myself - it just felt so damn good. She was a bit shocked by this - one does not laugh at critical moments during sex. It's just not done. 

"I don't understand, I've never done this before, but it just feels so wonderful, it's pure joy that makes me do this."

We cuddled and chatted for a long time afterward, then she seemed to realize something.

"you really need to get dressed and I need to take you back."

"Why?"

"My son will be home soon and I don't want to embarrass him or you"

"Or you?"

"yes" she smiled.

"I understand"

I found my my clothes scattered around the house. And got dressed. She put on a flowing dress and we went out to her car and began the drive back. We touched and played with each other along the way, I'm surprised we did not have a wreck. She pulled into the lot and it appeared mine was the only car left. She pulled up next to it and we kissed and fondled each other one last time. She smiled wryly. I wanted to ask if I would see her again.

She gently put her hand on my mouth and closed her eyes - a question best not asked.

I got out and began to walk behind her car and she slowly drove off into to the early morning darkness.

I never saw her again.

She taught me how to please and how to true lose myself in a woman's arms. 

For that I will be forever in her debt.

End

Phoebus
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The Pickup



The wife took the kids and went to see her mother leaving me alone and free. I had no doubt, what I was going to do, I'd been dreaming about a chance like this for weeks. Yes sir, as soon as I was cleaned up I was out the door and headed for West Hollywood. It's not that I'm gay, I don't even think I'm bi but for some reason I have a fascination for other men's cocks. That does sound gay doesn't it but I'm a happily married man and I love to have sex with my wife. Of course, what I really like would be to have sex with my wife and a hot guy but she's no longer going anywhere near that scenario.

This would not be my first time having sex with a man but if you don't count horsing around with a drunken roommate back in college, it would be the first time without a woman involved. I had watched a lot of gay porn so I knew just what I wanted and I thought I knew just how to get it. I left the house, stopped by the liquor store for condoms and headed for the gay Mecca known as West Hollywood. 

My first stop was a bar on Santa Monica called 'The Spike' what a great name for a gay bar and I walked in looking for my first spike of the evening. Although I'd seen the sign for this place many times from the street I'd never gone inside and as soon as my eyes adjusted to the light I realized this was the wrong crowd for me. This was a leather bar with wimps on leashes and guys wearing spurs. As for me, my tastes lean toward more of a metro-sexual crowd. I was already there so I thought I'd have a beer and watch some of the boys play. This leather clad dude walks up to me and just reaches over and grabs my cock.

"You looking for some fun?"

I told him no but he continued to rub me through my jeans and I was starting to get hard. I asked him how he would like it if I grabbed his cock and he just smiled and pushed his body next to mine. I grasped him and through the skin tight leather, I think I could even feels the veins. Once I had him in my hands, there was no turning back and without a word, he led me to the men's room. 

This bathroom was like none I'd ever seen; it was huge with extra large stalls and a lounge just as you see in the ladies restrooms. There were signs all over saying no sexual acts allowed and a warning about the restroom being monitored by camera. These signs didn't bother my 'date' one bit and as for the camera, he merely took off his jacket and hung it on the lens. He told me they were for show to keep the cops happy and nobody paid any attention to them. 

Then as if in a dream, I was on my knees before him trying to skin those tight pants down his legs. His cock was large but I already knew that from the groping I'd done to him in the bar. He was also hard and ready for me, I took a condom out of my pocket, and before I could get it unwrapped, he knocked it out of my hand. He told me I wouldn't need it and put his cock to my lips. It wasn't until later that I had the worry about STDs for at that time I was far too excited even to think about it. I held him in my hands up close to my face marveling at this sex machine. This was what I had been fantasizing about for so long and I ached to make long slow love to this wonder. Now as for my partner, he had other ideas and when I bent over to kiss just the tip, he shoved it down my throat. He held my head as he face fucked me relentlessly. I was choking on cock, I could hardly breathe, and I could hear retching sounds that came from my throat every time he slammed his monster into my mouth. With his cock down my throat, his balls against my chin and my nose nestled in his pubes, he paused. I tried to relax my throat muscles to accommodate his immense girth. Slowly I began to breathe through my nose and I looked up to his face, proud of my ability to take him all in. I saw an evil grin as he took one hand away from the back of my head and pinched my nose shut. I couldn't open my mouth any wider to get air in and now my nose was shut tight. 

I flailed about starting to fear for my life and just when I thought I would pass out he let go of my nose and came down my throat. I was trying so hard to breathe I didn't have time to swallow all his jizz and it too started to come out my nose burning as it did. He wiped his cock off on my cheek somehow got those tight pants back in place and then walked out leaving me on my knees still gasping for breath. I washed my face tried to straighten up as much as possible and then walked out of the bar right past my lover who was already talking to a new man. To shaken to even think about another encounter I went to my car and left. It was on the way home that I realized what a terrible chance I had taken with unprotected sex with this man. 

That was six months ago and I've been tested twice now and so far I've been lucky. Now once again my wife is planning to go out of town and once again, I've been itching to get some strange dick to play with. This time I swear I'll make him wear a condom. 



The Pickup



The bar was dark and still. The only motion came from a baseball game playing on the several wall hanging flatscreens. A small group sat around one table. A solitary drinker sat at the bar.

The woman wandered in from the hotel lobby, paused a moment as if uncertain whether to stay or go on out and sit on the deck overlooking the beach, half the tables there were occupied. There came some laughter from one. A wave of sound from a big party going on close by seemed to decide her. She walked to a bar stool, rose on the toes of her moderately heeled sandals and lifted herself with a hand on the bar and a hand on the stool's cushion.

She was quite a pretty thing though none of the bar's inhabitants, not the bartender, not the guy sitting at the bar nor the 4 guys at the table seemed to notice. The 4 guys at the table were watching the game. The bartender attended to some unfocused point out over the beach beyond the deck. The solitary guy had his iPhone out.

She wore a white dress with thin blue horizontal stripes. It was of a thin translucent material. Sadly for the bartender and the guests, she wore a white slip under it. Her legs were slim. Sitting on the stool had caused the muscles of her calves to tense and lift quite fetchingly. From where the man at the end of the bar sat, he'd've been able to catch a hint of thigh before she smoothed her skirt. Not that he had.

She watched him out of the corner of her eye. There was no sign that he'd noticed her.

She was distracted momentarily by the bartender drifting over, he could've been composed of congealed smoke. She bought herself a gin-and-tonic. Taking her purse from her shoulder, opening it and checking her room number on the keycard showed off the fine lines of her bare arms and slim hands.

How old was she? Neither the bartender nor the solitary man seemed curious. Her early thirties at the worst. Her hair was brown, she had a nice wide expanse of forehead, dark eyes, they could've been black in the dim light, a nice nose, a wide mouth whose lips were almost as pale as her skin and a slightly cleft chin. About her neck she wore a blue velvet choker with a blue flower embroidered over her throat.

Her phone rang, "Hey honey," she said with a yawn.

"No, the party's down the way. I'm just sitting by myself having a drink to unwind. I'm sick of people and I'm definitely sick of document management systems. I'm gonna suggest we invest in 3 ring binders and ditch this computer shit."

She slightly raised the volume on the last. She had a nice alto voice with enough overtones so it almost sounded like she spoke in harmony. The guy down the way glanced up from his iPhone and smiled slightly then looked at the game.

"I got out for a swim after lunch, but it was too damn hot and these bastards schedule 100% of your time anyway. You're lucky to be back there in Minneapolis."

"I am, I am feeling sorry for myself," she said. "If you only knew how to be nice to people and how to lie you could take my place next time. This's no fun at all."

"What do you care that it's snowing and just 10 above? Did you have to go outside today? No. You worked from home. Bet you didn't even get dressed."

"No, that's too much information."

"Well hon, I'm beat, I'm going to finish my drink and head up to bed."

"Love you too, bye."

She idly placed her phone, a Blackberry, on the bar. She made no move to finish her drink and leave. She uncrossed and crossed her legs, scratched one just above the knee, sliding the thin material of her dress back and forth.

She eyed the guy down the way while pretending to watch the flatscreen on the wall in front of him. The multicolored ballplayers on the green carpet reminded her of male birds displaying for a mate. Like any good lady bird, she kept what interest she felt hidden behind an impenetrable poker face.

The guy eyed the game briefly, then he picked up his phone and dabbed about on its screen. He frowned with concentration. He brought it up close to his eyes and looked at it carefully. Then he turned it over and looked at its back as if there might be something useful there. He put it on the bar and ran his fingers over it again.

"He's having some troubles getting his phone to behave," she observed in a low tone to the bartender. The bartender glanced down the bar without interest and then looked back out over the deck.

The guy downed half his beer and said something under his breath. He looked over towards her and when it didn't look like she was paying any attention, he shook his phone vigorously.

"I don't think that's going to help," she murmured.

He looked at the game and then slyly, without looking down, he poked at the phone some more.

"He thinks that if it thinks he's not really interested in it, it'll do what he wants."

It rang, one of those retro clapper ringtones. The man dropped it on the bar in surprise.

"It's too smart for him. He forgot that deep down inside it's still really a phone. Now it's scored another point."

He picked it up, fumbled about, said shit, then put it to his ear. All she could hear was the bass of his voice. From its tender reassuring sound she figured he was speaking to a spousal unit of some degree of closeness. She frowned.

He was a graying fellow. He wore a suit. The top buttons of his shirt were undone and his tie hung loose. His hair was short and there was a definite thinning at the top. She admired his hands and his fingers. They always seemed to be moving. They made her shiver. She did notice that he wore a wedding band.

After his call, he looked back at the game. He moved his finger over the phone's touchpad.

"He's back to his old tricks."

He said something and firmly depressed its sleep/wake button. She watched his lips move as he counted.

"He thinks if he turns it off and on it'll start working. When in doubt, reboot is his motto. And a good motto it is, it's always served him well."

The phone came to life and he tapped at it some more. His fingers struck it with some force.

"Careful now," she murmured, "You'll do some damage."

She finished her drink. "I'll have another," she said. Then when it was served, she slipped off the stool, stretched, picked up her phone, dropped it in her purse, smoothed her skirt where it'd risen on her legs, and said a lazy, "Wish me luck," to the uncaring bartender. She strolled to where the guy sat.

"Having trouble?" she asked as she hoisted herself onto the stool. She made sure he had a glimpse of the side of a breast as she settled herself. Her dress had two thin straps that left her shoulders bare.

The man glanced at her.

"What're you trying to achieve?" she asked.

"To get our fucking application to launch."

"It's not my fucking application," she said primly, "I presume it's your or more precisely your company's fucking application. You work for the vendor. I work for the customer. Let me see it."

She took the phone from his hand, laid it flat on the bar so he could watch. She gently caressed it with knowing fingers. "Here, it wants your login."

She pushed it back to him. She watched with amusement as he actually tried to touch type. There was no way his fingers could be crammed onto its tiny screen.

"The double prehensile thumb method works best," she said.

He grimaced. A mistaken movement brought up a photo of 2 children. 2 girls, maybe 10 and 8.

"Here," she said patiently. She took the phone back from him. "Those yours?"

"Yes," he said.

She looked at the kids a moment without expression, then brought back the application he wanted, now authenticated.

"Thanks," he said. "I'm supposed to show the damn thing off at our new products forum tomorrow morning."

"I look forward to being there," she said.

She took a sip of her drink. "You know, it's funny, at home I couldn't've managed that. I'd've made a mess of it and my guy would've said 'Here let me'. When I pick up one of our thirteen remotes, I'm sure to turn on the DVD player when what I want is to change channels. I think once I turned on the microwave all the way in the kitchen, though my guy swears it has no remote at all and is not connected to anything but the power grid. At home I'm not allowed to touch anything. It's very sweet to be helpless."

He looked at her with a faint smile.

"No," she said, "I don't think you were trying to get me to come over. You, I think, really are helpless."

There was a slight pause. He idly moved his finger on the phone. He actually managed to get his application to open a document.

"I enjoyed your talk about the differences between social and collaborative networking," she said.

"Emm," he said.

"Shit," she sighed, "Look, how about we pretend we already know each other and're having an affair? We'll waste less time."

He looked at her steadily for a moment. He sipped his beer. "OK," he said, "So how did we meet?"

"Shit. How do I know? There's no need to know. Just pretend you remember."

"I want to know."

"Look. It's like we're 2 kids playing house. One says she's the mommy, the other takes the daddy role. To play, they don't need to agree on when they met, where they first did it, when they got married, how many hours of labor it took to actually become a mommy."

He kept looking at her, "Still, I want to know."

She frowned. "Shit. OK. We met in college? You came to help my roommate study for a soc. exam. You were a thin gawky guy. Thinner than now, except in the hair department. You had some pimples as I remember, hair over your ears and definitely hair on the top of your head. Oh, maybe I shouldn't dwell so much on the hair? And you only looked at me with these little furtive side glances. I was lying on my bed, I was working on a paper about the causes of the great depression.

"Next day I made sure to loiter outside the humanities building about the time your class let out. I fell in beside you and my roommate. I asked how the test went, you said it was a snap, she said it made her snap. I felt a bit jealous of my roommate, she was such a hot little thing. She hit me lightly on the shoulder, 'Steer clear of this guy,' she said, 'He's useless, I failed that test because he's a useless fuck,' and she went off in another direction.

"A day or so later I had you in my bed on top of me. My roommate comes in, 'What's he doing here?' she goes, 'He's useless, throw him out. I failed.' I said, 'It's not his teaching skills I fancy.'

"A month later we moved into a room in an apartment. 3 of the kids renting it couldn't get along with the 4th. That guy moved into your dorm room. We had a room to ourselves, last room down a little dark hall. We fucked all the time. Your dick would hurt in the morning. You said you felt like I'd been sharpening it slowly with sandpaper. I said speed wasn't the goal and it was too much like a pencil already and that you weren't the only one in pain, my thighs never stopped aching until about noon. I had to hobble to my morning classes. Still somehow we kept our grades up. We were both ambitious. Our futures were lined up like stories. You wanted to be a senior engineer at Google. I wanted to be a corporate lawyer. Nights before tests or when I had a paper due, we'd separate. I'd go to the library, you went to the computer lab.

"Then it happened," she paused, took a sip of her drink and touched him on the knee. She liked how it felt so she left her hand there. He glanced down, frowned, but didn't remove the hand. "I did some babysitting to earn a little extra money on top of my college job in the dining hall. Generally I babysat for faculty families. When the kids were asleep, I'd poke around, I don't know why really, I was just curious. I wanted to know what they were like.

"One night, on the top shelf in the master bedroom, too high for any kid to reach, I found this box. It had some CDs, a set of silver clamps with chains attached, a little pencil like thing with a roller with wicked sharp spikes, something that looked like a soldering iron, some candles, various whips, 4 cuffs, some aluminum tubing whose purpose I couldn't make out and some other shit. I hardly knew what I was looking at, I had a theoretical knowledge that such things existed but'd never felt any interest and there the things were in that box and in a Chemistry professor's house too. I felt so hot. I checked out one of the CDs on my laptop, there were a bunch of .avi files. I watched one. Its plot was sketchy. This girl, after a date, brings the guy home. He's shy and hesitant, wants to watch a Doris Day movie 'cause he's nervous, then she pulls off her top and gets him to put a clothespin on a nipple and he's like a wild man. I watched the whole thing. It'd ended and I was positioning it to watch again where he dripped wax on her tits and stomach and pussy when the sound of the couple's car door penetrated my daze. I barely had time to get the clamps off my tits and the CD out of my laptop and the box back on the shelf. I was in the upstairs hall when they came in through the kitchen. When I came down the stairs, I mumbled something about having been up to check on their darlings, which went over well, then I was out the door. The guy had to call me back to pay me.

"On my way home I stopped at a CVS. It was like five minutes before they closed so I had to race. I bought clothes pins, clothes line, duct tape, candles, and a fly swatter and this plastic spatula. I didn't know which would work better, which would hurt more. I also got a collar and this pink flexi-leash, I got the kind for a 20lb dog, since I wasn't going to be pulling hard. I got back to the apartment we shared, we'd moved into one by ourselves, and I stood before you. I pulled off my top. I had clothes pins circling my breasts and one pinched to each of my nipples. I was so like scared. I'd put them on in the CVS parking lot with shaking hands and all the drive home I'd wondered what you'd do. What if you laughed or looked disgusted? It wasn't the nip from the clothes pins that made my breath short, it was that fear. Oh but your face! You were so surprised and excited. You cupped a breast and twisted the clothespin on its nipple. I gasped. 'That hurts?' you asked, looking so excited but concerned and curious and concerned too. 'Yes.' 'But you like it?' 'Not the pain, but it makes me feel so fucking hot.'"

"That was the end. We didn't go to class. We hardly left the apartment. I wore wax more often than clothes. 4 months later our grades had gone from deans list to threatening letter. One day our respective parents arrived. Mine from Ohio, yours from Maryland. They didn't know everything, they never learned of the toys, but they knew what the problem was. Miraculously, for the first time in the history of the universe, a pair of kids listened to their parents. They were right, we had to split up. We were still ambitious, only now, we were ambitious for each other, not ourselves. I could see how I was ruining your chances. The story I had for you, of your exciting career as a software engineer wasn't going to happen. You were drugged by and addicted to the sensations you got from playing with me. That I was similarly addicted to being your plaything was unimportant. There was only one thing to do. I went home with my folks and worked in a Walmart for a while then got into Oberlin. You stayed and were back on the dean's list the next semester. Went to summer school so you didn't even graduate late. We didn't dare communicate in any way less we fell off the wagon. Then 2 years ago we met again. By chance. At your company's annual shindig for its customers. You're not working for Google, but you are the VP of engineering at a vendor of document management systems, which is pretty good, I'm not a lawyer, but I am a rising manager. We agreed that it would be safe now to be together for like one night a year. We're older after all. The fires're not so hot. So, are you ready to go up? My room or yours?"

He looked at her and sipped his beer. He looked at the game and then back at her. He took her hand which had drifted far up his thigh and placed it on the bar counter. "Very nice," he said, "But how about our ages? You are 35 tops. Much more likely 29 or 30. For a fact, I turned 47 last September. Either I was held back an awful lot or my parents thought I wasn't prepared for 1rst grade until I was fifteen or you were exceedingly precocious and there is an illegal aspect to that story because you were a college freshman at age 11. You'd probably need all three options to account for the age gap. You'll have to do better."

"Shit. Pretend that I just got the bartender to hand me a bottle and I clobbered you over the head and you've got amnesia and can't remember how we met."

He shook his head, "Nope."

"Shit. This is taking longer than it would've if I'd just seduced you straight. OK. We met at work. Maybe eight years ago. You were the lead engineer. I was the newly hired assistant product manager, only 2 years out of school. That makes me 32. Is that OK?"

"I'm willing to suspend disbelief as far as that," he allowed.

"Thanks. The next product release was late. Because its features had leaked to the sales force and so of course to the customers, we had a rapidly approaching hard drop dead date when we had to be out of QA. You were fixing bugs. I was doing what I could to help with testing. The rest of the team was doing its part by knocking off at 5 and not working weekends and talking about children and home improvements over coffee when at work. That really pissed me off.

"At our status meetings I knew you were looking at me. Mostly to have someplace nice to rest your eyes while our boss yelled about how late things were. 8:30 one night I knocked on the door of your condo. You were surprised to see me but I said I thought we'd work more efficiently if I was right there to check on things immediately when you were done and show you right away how you'd fucked up. You can't rub a dog's nose in his shit by IM, I told you.

"And I was right. After three hours with our laptops side by side on the kitchen table, the situation had become merely desperate. You said it was late and I should go home. We'd pick it up in the morning at the office. I said, 'Could you get me another Coke? I think I've figured out how to reliably reproduce the intermittent null pointer exception.' When you came back with the soda I showed you. 'Shit! I know what it is!' you nearly shouted with excitement. You started typing away and I slipped under the table and undid your pants. You said, 'Shit! What're you thinking! Stop!' I said, 'I'm gonna test a different product for awhile.' You did manage to fix that bug with me under there, but after that it was 3 in the morning before we got back to work.

"The release moved out and I moved in. Things went well. Great in fact. With you right there, I could bounce off new ideas for the product and we could whip them up. Often I'd be answering emails while you fucked me and even my best blow job didn't seem to soften your coding skills.

"Then we went to visit this couple. She was an old college friend of mine. She'd recently moved in with an older man too. Even older than you. We rang the doorbell. When she opened it it was obvious why she'd been so slow about answering. She was stark naked. Her ankles were roped together so putting her best foot forward only advanced her a couple inches. She had silver clamps on her pussy lips with glistening little bells dangling from them, same with her tits. Her arms were bound behind her back so she'd had to open the door with her bottom to us.

"You gasped, 'We should go,' in a chocked voice. I looked past her to where her guy sat. He was gray haired, wore jeans, a dress shirt and a cardigan. He was regarding us with interest.

"I felt so hot and so scared. You see I'd known what to expect. My friend'n'I'd had lunch that day. She'd said she wanted to talk over a personal matter. Over coffee she described what she and Leonard'd been up to. She showed me pictures. She asked me if I thought it was wrong or perverted. I felt so overcome. I said I didn't know about the wrongness or perversion, but I asked if she'd invite us over that evening. All day I was so scared you'd react badly, that you'd be disgusted and appalled. Now when I managed to lift my eyes to yours and I felt such relief. I said, 'No, no, it's alright, lets go in. I want to go in.' My friend giggled and said to the man, 'See dear, I was right.' And she was.




The Pickup



"What an evening we had. First I watched as you played with her with Leonard, her guy, guiding you. You wanted me to try, to touch her soft white flesh with the little razor spiked pinwheel toy and help drip the wax on her shoulders and breasts. That wasn't for me. I hurriedly slipped out of my dress and pulled off my underclothes. I blushed furiously. And you know, you looked at me differently, like I was a thing and your possession. I took your hand and guided it, running the little wheel about my chest. I watched your face as you took it up my breast and then paused, like a dirt biker frustratingly stuck just below the lip of a challenging hill. All it took was a nudge from me and the little razor points raced over my nipple. The expression of joy on your face will last me forever. The sting made me wince and gasp. You'd've stopped but I took your hand and rode the pinwheel down the one hill and up the other. 'It feels lovely,' I lied.

"Before we left we ordered a bunch of stuff over the internet. We also borrowed some clothespins and candles and rope. We didn't even own duct tape.

"The whole next week we called in sick. Then we sent in WAH emails about half the time. I wailed at home far more than I worked. When we were in the office we were in a complete stupor. Unable to do anything, except maybe slip out to the car in the parking lot.

"Now you have to understand that we were both ambitious. I'd planned to work up and be the head of a dynamic marketing organization, to control the creative decisions about a company's products. You wanted to be the VP of engineering then maybe the CEO of a startup. After two months I said, 'This has to stop. You're going to get fired.' and you said, 'yes, do you think we can?' and I said 'no, that's why I've taken a job at ----. I'm moving to Minneapolis."

The man snorted and shook his head.

She held up her hand and then put it back on his thigh. She went on earnestly, "It was the first time in the history of the universe that two people agreed to end an affair that was like a deadly addictive drug. We behaved like rational adults, though you protested bitterly and yelled and in my heart I felt this yawning gulf.

"We didn't communicate for 6 years, then last year my company sent me to this shindig. I was the logical person to go and I thought that I could see you without losing my mind.

"I was mostly right. We met again, had a night of amazing debauchery and then managed to survive the next day and go our respective ways. After a month I no longer felt like weeping. I think that night was worth it and worth repeating. My end of it is mostly pain so the hurt when I get home doesn't matter so much. So, my room or yours?"

Again he sipped his beer. He looked at her consideringly and shook his head. He tapped his iPhone, bringing it to life and with a casual slide of a finger brought up the photo of the 2 girls. He pointed to them, sipped his beer and looked at her questioningly.

"Pretend they're by marriage," she said with irritation.

"There are some things which I will never do," he said, "Pretending they are not mine is one of them. The elder is 9. The younger is 6. Your story doesn't work. How could I father the one and be the other's caring Dad while carrying on with you?"

She frowned in exasperation. From her purse she took a small black plastic object. It looked like the key fob of a car, complete with a little red button with an alarm symbol etched on it. She put it in his hand. "Press the button," she instructed.

He did. A buzzing sound came from the blue flower on the necklace that wrapped tightly around her neck. She gasped and bounced on the stool, and clutched the bar with a convulsive hand. The bartender looked over without much curiosity as she opened her eyes and breathed out to relax herself.

"Shit that hurt," she murmured. She slid off the stool. "All you have to do is drop it in my purse and we can go our separate ways."

He held it in his hand, turning it over as he had his phone earlier.

"No? I guess fiction is weaker than flesh," she smoothed her skirt, "Please keep up, if I get twenty feet away it'll go off on its own."

On the elevator the woman pressed 4. Just as the door started to close, Linda, one of his company's salespeople, jumped in. She looked at the two of them with a slight smile and he pressed 6. "What floor?" he asked.

"3" Linda said.

"Your presentation was just great," Linda told him. "I talked to two of my companies after it. They were so impressed they're upgrading to the enterprise version just so they can have the social networking features. You work for ----?" Linda said to the woman, "You're not in my territory. You should talk to Dave your representative about upgrading."

"We already have the enterprise version," Linda was assured, "It's the iPhone app we're interested in. I'm looking forward to seeing it demoed tomorrow."

"In engineering," he said, "We're excited by all the iPain devices."

The woman yelped and put her hand to her throat then turned her yelp into a laugh. He grinned at her and Linda laughed too though she didn't see what was funny.

Linda got off at 3. When the elevator opened at 4, the woman said to him, "All you need to do is hand me the remote and go on up."

He sighed, "There's no past."

"And no future, there's no story, only tonight," she responded and took his hand.

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All the alarm at 7 did was cause him to jerk and spill the wax in a cascade over her cunt. He paid it no mind. That was its intended destination anyhow. If she noticed the alarm, the pain drove it from her mind and the ball gag would've rendered her unintelligible anyhow.

In her bag of paraphernalia she'd had a little wax heater, candles might've set off the room's smoke alarm. He'd tied her, using instructions found on a website. Her arms were behind her back, her wrists connected to her ankles, the ropes went tightly around her breasts and elsewhere. He'd been lost in her body and the sensations he caused in it since he'd followed her into the room.

He did answer the wakeup call from the hotel desk at 7:30. He did not listen to what they said, but stared at her. After hanging up, he went back to knocking the clothespins off with stiff slaps from a flail.

At 8:30 his cell went off. It took a moment to find it. He'd thrown his pants into one of the narrow closets. "Shit I'm sorry. I overslept," he said. "Go ahead with breakfast, I'll meet you in the conference hall."

"Christ," he said to her bound body. "I was supposed to meet the sales and marketing VPs for breakfast!" He shook his head and dove for the bathroom.

When he got out of the shower 5 minutes later, he found that she'd wormed her way across the carpet and had managed to get a pair of scissors from the medical kit in her bag. She'd gotten her arms and legs loose. He realized suddenly that he hadn't fucked her, not once, all night. He felt a raging need. He took her and leaned her against the wall, her ass to him. He grabbed her waist and lifted her so that she was on the tips of her toes. He still had to bend his knees to get into position to drive into her. He looked over and saw her in a mirror. She looked like she was wearing high heels, everything about her was taut save for her rocking breasts. He came in a wave of sensation.

The rutting had only taken a minute. She took him back into the bathroom and washed off his cock and dried it with a towel. Then she leaned in the bathroom doorjam and watched as he frantically hunted about for clothes.

Dressed, he took a moment to look at her. She looked haggard from lack of sleep, her hair was a wild mess, much of her skin was red as if with a rash, there were countless marks where clamps and clothespins had bitten into her, there were the red lines from his blows with the flail about her thighs, there was his seed dripping from her cunt. She looked such a far cry from the neat little thing that'd walked into the bar just 10 or 11 hours before. She looked at him with the same detached amusement. He felt a desperate need to punish her again.

What he said was, "Let's share a cab to the airport this afternoon."

"That can't be wise," she said, "We both need all the time we can get to calm down."

"I insist," he said and took a step toward her.

"OK," she said, "Look you have to get going. Remember your iPhone demonstration? It's just an hour from now? You also have an important discussion group about your customer's experiences and needs. I'm looking forward to telling you a thing or two at that. Off with you."

An hour later he was standing at the front of the conference room, watching while one of his IT guys got the iPad they were using for the demo to talk to the large flatscreen panel. He saw her walk in, once again prim and neat. She slipped down one aisle and slid in next to one of her compatriots. He felt such a wave of desire. His hand began to shake. Their eyes met and she smiled. He saw her take out her phone and slide her finger over it and somehow he managed to start talking and he was OK.

In the cab he said, "There's a conference on the role of documents in a Web 2.0 world in San Diego next month. I can go to it. How about you?"

"No," she said.

"How about this summer, we have another customer/sales thing in Las Vegas. Can you get to that?"

"No," she said.

"For Christ's sake, please invent some pretext so we can be alone together before next year!"

"No," she said. "It's no use. We agreed to once a year and once a year it is. I thought you did very nicely with your demo."

"Fuck you," he said.

"That would be nice," she said, "In fact, my only complaint is that you didn't do more of that. 10 seconds is hardly enough for a girl. I thought of mentioning it as a customer concern after lunch, but your other users were giving you such a hard time about your performance, they think its slow for some reason, so I took pity on you. It wasn't quite the right forum anyhow perhaps."

At the airport, he waited while she checked her suitcase in at the curb-line and then they headed together for the security line. She paused by a trash barrel and dropped the plastic bag that held the paraphernalia into it. She took off the blue velvet choker she still wore around her throat and threw that away too.

"What a waste," he said sadly.

"Can't have it found," she said. From her purse she took her wedding ring. "Here," she said. She handed it to him.

"Not going to Minneapolis?" he asked.

"Nope," she said and he slipped the ring back on her finger and they walked together, their legs synchronous despite the difference in their heights, to the security line and then to their gate and then onto their plane home.