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The Ride

By: Astra



"You want a ride?"

There were two of them in the truck. The driver was maybe thirty or so -- lean, unshaven, an earring in one ear, and a gleam in his eyes that I should have been wary of. His companion was younger -- not much older than me. He was wearing a cowboy hat. I should have shook my head and kept walking, but something made me say, "Yeah, sure," and all of a sudden the cowboy opened his door, hopped out, and motioned for me to climb up. I did, conscious of him behind me as I slid over, the leather seat cool on the backs of my thighs. The cowboy grinned and slid over next to me, so I was squeezed between the two of them. Then he closed the door and we started moving.

"Where you headed?" It was the driver again. He seemed the more talkative of the two. I shrugged.

"Anywhere."

"You runnin' away?" Maybe runaways were common around here. I shrugged again.

"Got nothin' to go back to." I tried to sound tough.

"What's your name?" asked the cowboy. He was looking at me, a smidgen of the grin he'd given me earlier still remaining.

"Jo," I said.

"Well, I'm Todd, and this here's Curtis," he answered, motioning to the driver.

"Nice to meet'cha, and thanks for giving me a lift."

"No problem," said Curtis. "Anything for a pretty face."

I could feel my cheeks flushing, and I overlooked the compliment. "So where's the nearest city?"

"Oh, not for a few miles yet," answered Curtis. "We got time to get acquainted."

Something about that last sentence gave me goose bumps, but I ignored it.

"Hey, you wanna listen to some music?" asked Todd. Even before I answered, he reached past me, his arm brushing mine, and flicked on the radio. Country. I should've known. We drove for a little while in silence, listening to a variety of twangy, acoustic ballads about two-timing men and faithless women and dying dogs, and I watched the road. Curtis had a can of Budweiser between his legs, and he'd sip from it every now and then. It made me a little nervous, but he didn't start swerving or anything, so I figured he wasn't drunk. Todd sang along to the radio under his breath. He had kind of a nice voice.

"Wanna make a pit stop?" It was Curtis, and already he'd turned off at an exit, and the headlights pierced a deeper darkness ahead. There were trees on either side of the road, hemming us in, so it seemed like we were going down a long tunnel.

"I gotta take a piss," Todd informed us. I figured we'd be pulling into a gas station, but there were no lights or signs of civilization anywhere. I began to get worried.

"Do you know where we are?" I hazarded.

"'Course I do," Curtis answered. "The middle of nowhere."

He and Todd both laughed, but I didn't think it was very funny. The woods around us were so dark. I tried to remember the last time I'd seen an oncoming car.

"Curt, I gotta piss," Todd complained again, and suddenly Curtis pulled off to the side of the road.

"Go piss in the damn woods," he said. "Me and Jo'll wait for you."

So Todd hopped out of the cab and slammed the door behind him, and I was left alone with Curtis.

"You wanna stretch your legs a bit?" he asked after a minute or two. I figured anything would be better than sitting in that uncomfortable silence with him, so I nodded. He opened the driver's side door and hopped out, then helped me step down, and I thought it was oddly gentleman-like.

We walked around to the back of the truck. The moon was out, and there were crickets singing in the trees. Curtis put the end of the truck down, and invited me to have a seat.

"So, you got a boyfriend, Jo?" he asked once I was settled. I felt that ache in my throat as I shook my head.

"Not anymore."

"Why not? Cute little thing like you ought to have guys after her all the time."

I snorted. "Yeah, right."

"You don't think I'm serious?" he asked, leaning closer to me -- close enough that I could see the glimmer of his eyes in the darkness. "I think you're real cute. You mind if I kiss you, Jo...?"

Before I could protest, he already had. His mouth was soft and his breath tasted like alcohol, and I could feel my stomach fluttering with nervousness.

"Mmm, I like that," he whispered, kissing me again. This time he put his hands on my thighs -- they were so warm against my bare skin -- and moved my legs apart so he could situate himself between them. I could feel the denim of his jeans against my skin, and the sensation made my insides flutter more.

"You kiss real good," he whispered after the second one. "I bet you can do other things real good, too."

"Wh--what do you mean?" I stammered.

"C'mon, baby. You're out here hitchhiking all alone -- you gotta know that the ride ain't free."

My breath caught in my throat. I tried to swallow, and at the same time, my body flushed with heat, and I realized I was more aroused than I'd ever been in my life. My mind made one last-ditch attempt to reason its way out of this.

"Can't you just let me off here, then?"

"Uh uh," Curtis answered. "Too late for that."

"Th--then what do you want me to do?"

"Unbutton your shirt."

My fingers complied as my mind screamed at me to get away from him -- to run away and keep running. But I didn't. I sat where I was, with him standing between my legs, his hands on my thighs and his breath warm on my face as I unbuttoned my shirt.

"Now take it off," he instructed. "Then your bra."

Nervously, I slid my arms free and tossed my shirt behind me into the back of the truck. He just watched as I reached behind to undo the clasp of my bra. It came free, and my breasts felt the first brush of a cool breeze as I tossed my bra behind me as well.

"Nice," he said approvingly, then he bent his head to kiss first one breast, then the other.

My nipples were hard. He closed his teeth over one and suckled, and I gasped.

"You like that?" he asked, lifting his head. I could only nod. But that was enough for him -- he ducked his head and began kissing my breasts again, sucking each of them until my nipples were as hard as little pebbles and slick with his saliva.

"Unzip my jeans," he told me. I felt drugged, dazed. I was turned on, as much by my own shamelessness as by what he was doing to me. I did what he said. My hands shook as I reached down for the fly of his jeans, and I had to fumble for the zipper before I could catch it and ease it downwards. He lifted his head away from my breasts and told me to climb into the back of the truck. I didn't think about it, I just obeyed him. My nipples were erect and tingling in the cool night air, and all I could think about was how much I wanted his mouth on them again -- how much I wanted *him*. This stranger I barely knew.

He hopped up onto the back of the truck too, and moved in front of me, kneeling down with his jeans still unzipped and his hard-on straining against his jockey shorts.

"Get on all fours," he told me as he started easing his jeans and shorts down around his hips. I was entranced. I watched in fascination as his cock finally sprang free of its confinement, and when he told me to start sucking it, I trembled and felt the heat rush between my legs. I'd only given a blow-job once, and I wasn't too experienced, but I was so turned on it didn't matter.

I leaned forward and gingerly touched my tongue to its tip, then slowly encircled it with my lips and he let out an appreciative groan.

"Hey man, you gonna share?"

The voice came from behind me and I jumped, whipping my head around to glance over my shoulder. It was Todd, back at last from his piss (what the hell did he have in his pants, that it would take him that long?), and he had his cowboy hat tilted back on his head as he watched us. He was smirking.

"I dunno if she can handle both of us," Curtis joked. "Let's get 'er warmed up and find out."

But I was already warm. Warm and wet, and I looked coyly up at Curtis before sticking my tongue out to lick the end of his cock again. He groaned and thrust his hips forward, murmuring huskily, "Suck it." So I did.

While I started going to work on him, Todd climbed up behind me, and I felt his hands reach around my waist to unbutton my shorts. I wriggled a bit to help him as he slid them down over my hips, and I eased from one knee to the other as he worked them off my legs. Then I was just wearing my panties and sandals, and he started rubbing my crotch through the thin cotton cloth. I moaned and sucked harder on Curtis' cock, drawing him deeper into my mouth until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I thought I'd gag, and I still couldn't fit it all in.

"Oh man, she's lovin' this," I heard Todd say as he slipped a finger beneath the crotch of my underwear and started stroking my cleft. I knew I was wet, and hot, and I wanted to feel something in me besides his finger. I wriggled and pushed back against him insistently, and his finger probed deeper. With his other hand, he began peeling my underwear down, and I sucked and squirmed and started making little whimpery sounds in the back of my throat.

"Yeah, I think she's warmed up all right," Curtis muttered. He was breathing heavily, and he buried his hands in my hair to scoop it out of the way while my head bobbed back and forth, my mouth still clamped to his shaft. Todd had my panties down around my thighs now, and I heard him unzip his pants. Oh God, I was so ready. All I could think about was having him inside me. I was on fire. I moaned around my mouthful, and then I felt him rub the head of his cock against me, teasing me with it, as if he knew exactly what I wanted but was deliberately making me wait.

I rocked backwards, pushing against him, and I felt the tip of his cock start to slide inside me. He pulled back and gave my bottom a little swat, chuckling.

"You gotta say what you want," he taunted.

"Hey, her mouth's a little busy," Curtis pointed out.

"I wanna hear her say it." His slap against my ass had turned into a caress. "C'mon," he cajoled. "Tell me what you want."

Curtis had tight hold of my hair and wouldn't let me stop, so I just mumbled something incoherent and pushed back against him again. But he eased away and this time he used his hands to tease me. He started stroking me again with his fingers and found the erect nub of my clit, and when he started lightly flicking his fingertip back and forth across it, I grew frenzied. I whimpered and moaned and writhed and sucked harder on Curtis' cock, my mouth full of saliva and the salty taste of him. His hold loosened on my hair enough that I could finally break free, and when I did it was only to plead breathlessly, "Fuck me, oh God, fuck me now."

That was all the urging he needed. He grabbed hold of my ass with one hand and eased himself inside with the other, and my moan of blissful pleasure became muffled as Curtis filled my mouth again.

From both ends, I was being fucked, and I loved it. I started rocking back and forth on my hands and knees, making small sounds of ecstasy deep in my throat and feeling my breasts sway with the rhythm. Curtis was holding my hair while Todd gripped my ass, and he started pumping into me harder until I could hear wet smacking sounds and feel his balls slam against my pussy. I felt like an animal -- like some wild, savage, primitive creature, just fucking and being fucked with no thought beyond the pleasure of it all. I could feel my excitement mounting with each thrust, could feel the way Curtis' cock started quivering in my mouth, and knew he was going to come the second before he did. His fingers tightened in my hair and he let out a gasping cry as he started pumping his hot come into my mouth, his body trembling with the force of it.

I swallowed some of it, but most of it dribbled out of my mouth in sticky trails down my chin as I gasped. Todd was still gripping my buttocks as he pounded into me, faster and harder, but not fast enough. I wanted more.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I panted out, like a chant, a mantra -- both begging and commanding. "Faster, harder," I cried out brokenly, my head sunk low, my hair and breasts swinging, my hands scrabbling and squeaking against the floor of the truck. I could feel it, that hurtling rush toward ecstasy gaining by the second. I was beyond reason, beyond will, beyond anything but sensation. Harder, faster, yes, yes, yes now now NOW!

Oh god. I floated. There was that pure, perfect second of oblivion, like that moment of timelessness after you jump, before gravity takes control. That one sweet moment of freedom.

Sublime. Exhilarating. Eternal. Heaven.

And then it was gone. Reality came crashing back. Todd was gasping, clutching at me, giving a few last half-hearted thrusts while I felt the remains of his own ecstasy trickle down my legs. I was sweaty and naked and in the back of a truck with two guys I'd just met. I'd let them use me, but only because I'd used them in return. For that one perfect moment, it had been worth it. Regrets would come later.

The Ride



Anyone watching Rachelle Bannion push her cart full of groceries across the half-empty parking lot could tell that she was not a happy woman. The stress showed in her face and in the little worry lines in her forehead. Oblivious to her surroundings, she mentally went over the last three nights at home with her husband. She had done all the right things and for once in their nineteen years of marriage he had failed to notice. She had shaved her legs and had worn the new nightgown; the one practically see-through with the plunging neckline that showed off her large tits. She had put on his favorite perfume and cooked his favorite meals. Of course she hadn't actually said "let's have sex tonight" but she shouldn't have to. They had been married long enough for him to know the signals. 

Rachelle opened the side door of her SUV and started to unload the shopping cart as her thoughts continued. I may as well have been invisible. So this is what sexual frustration feels like, she thought. Should I be worried? Is something going wrong with his job? Or, have I done something wrong? I think I'm still fit and reasonably good looking; although it would be nice to hear it once in awhile. 

A low whistle interrupted her thoughts and then, "They told me there was nothing to see in this little country town." Rachelle instinctively tensed and froze. She quickly acknowledged her vulnerable position. She was bent over, leaning through the side door of her SUV adjusting the last of the groceries. Her t-shirt had ridden up her back, and her faded jeans were pulled tight across her butt.

The words were spoken deep and slow from somewhere behind her. They seemed to drip with friendly southern charm. She thought she could feel eyes on her ass. The voice was male, all male; the kind that could make a woman weak in the knees and moist in very private places. She caught her breath. She straightened and turned. 

There he stood ... a lone, leather-clad man, at the end of the parking stall next to hers. The only thing separating them was a jet black and chrome custom Harley motorcycle. She relaxed a little. He didn't appear threatening, at least not in the way that would cause her to scream and bolt, however something about him made her instincts switch to cautiously curious. And there was something else, an instant, undeniable chemistry. She could feel it down deep in her belly. "Excuse me?" she forced out, her voice raspy and dry.

He was standing still in his gold and black helmet, his eyes hidden by a pair of dark-tinted aviator glasses. It was disconcerting that she couldn't see his eyes. She felt, rather than saw that he was appraising her body from head to foot and back again; all five feet, nine inches of her. She was tall for a woman yet felt small in his presence. He had her by at least five, maybe six, inches.

"No disrespect intended ma'am. I've been out sight-seeing and that picture right there is the prettiest thing I have seen all day." Rachelle instantly blushed crimson. She glanced around to see if anyone was close by listening to their exchange, but the only people she saw were a couple of skateboarders at the end of the parking lot. She smiled slightly, shook her head as if to brush away the compliment, closed the back door and started to get into the front seat.

"Do you have time for a ride?" The words were innocent enough and yet the kind of ride Rachelle imagined made her blush again. She paused. This was crazy. Was she really being propositioned here in the parking lot of a grocery store? Rachelle was a married woman with one daughter, two dogs and a goldfish. She was a member of the PTA and a volunteer at the high school. Men did not come on to her in parking lots or anywhere else for that matter, including her own bedroom lately. The crazier thought was that there was a part of her who wanted to walk over to that bike and climb on, succumbing to the insane physical attraction that seemed to come from nowhere.

"Um...no...I mean, where would we go?" she stammered and then immediately felt silly. She used to know how to flirt. When had she forgotten? She searched for something clever to say but came up empty. At that, the man graced her with an understanding smile. Odd that the only thing she could see of his face were his lips, full lips, and a chiseled jaw made even more rugged by a two-day dark scruff. An unaccustomed sexual tension started deep in a place she had ignored for too long. Rachelle held her breath waiting to hear what he might say next.

"Girl, do you think if you and I were to get on this bike and head somewhere, that the destination would be important?" he aked. Somehow his question completely disarmed her. In her heart she knew that those were the most honest words she had heard in a very long time. Without thinking she answered defensively, "But...I don't know you, and... anyway I'm not.. I mean I'm married." As if to remind herself, she instinctively fingered the gold band on her left hand, but, she couldn't stop the hot flush and unintended smile that had completely taken over her face.

"All I can say to that is... there is one very lucky man livin' in this town!" His words and his tone carried a not too subtle hint of disappointment. For some reason, his expression and the heated moment were more than significant to Rachelle. This was more than a casual pass, at least she felt that it was. She found herself struggling with the conflicting feelings and forgotten urges. On the one hand, she felt a flash of raw, physical desire. She wanted this exact moment to never stop, curious as to where it might lead. On the other she was relieved to watch him mount his bike with athletic grace, start the engine, and drive off with a quick nod of his helmeted head.

As her emotions returned to normal, she could not help but sigh with disappointment as he disappeared around the corner and out of sight. Climbing into her Toyota, she closed the door with more force than was necessary. 

She consciously willed herself to put the exchange behind her. She focused on the rearview mirror and maneuvered out of the parking space. As she turned out of the parking lot and into the flow of traffic, Rachelle glanced quickly at her watch. She would have to hurry to make it home in time for the cable repairman. Then again, weren't those guys always late?

She drove through the sprawling suburbs back to her slightly upscale, single-story rambler and mentally went through the rest of her day. Groceries were done. Next was the cable man and a load or two of laundry. Then came her favorite part of the day as the volunteer assistant cheerleading coach for her daughter Danielle's squad. She continued down the list, dinner on the table by six-thirty then her husband Eric would eat and retire to the couch and TV while she did the dishes and helped Danielle with her homework.

Lately, she had become aware that her days were looking exactly the same. No wonder an "interesting" proposition from a sexy man in black leather had given her a jolt; more than a jolt if she were completely honest with herself. She felt not only an intense and warm ache down low in her abdomen but also the surprising, undeniable moistness in her panties.

Perhaps tonight after dinner she would have to try a new tactic. She would slide casually onto the couch, with two cold Buds, wearing nothing but her sexiest smile and then watch her husband's reaction. Perhaps the time for subtlety was past. Rachelle smiled at the thought and tried not to wonder about how she would feel if he didn't notice..

She pulled into the driveway and noted the repair van parked on the street. The cable guy was on time and Rachelle was thankful for that pleasant surprise. She greeted him, and he shook her hand warmly and told her his name was Tim. Tim was just a little taller than Rachelle with a stocky build. He was muscular, and it was obvious that he worked out. There was no visible gut and his biceps strained the material of his rolled up t-shirt sleeves. She noticed his eyes were friendly, almost laughing in their brightness, and he had a dimpled smile that put her at ease instantly.

She led him inside, showed him the layout of the house, and then instructed him on where to set up the additional unit they had ordered for the bedroom. When he mentioned he would need to run a cable she pointed out the back hallway entrance to the attic. 

She busied herself with the chores of the day and tried to stay out of his way. She couldn't exactly say when the restless feeling from the parking lot started again but there it was. Maybe it was when her arm brushed against Tim's as they passed each other in the hall. Maybe it was the laundry basket that rode at just the right spot high across her thighs as she carried it from room to room gathering the family's clothes. Whatever is was, she found herself thinking about how strangely erotic it was moving through the house, in and out of her bedroom, with a complete stranger; a young, handsome and friendly stranger at that.

As they each worked independently at their tasks, she never knew when she might bump into him again. She couldn't remember ever feeling this way before and wondered why it was happening now. The thought of Tim in her bedroom moving around her private space put her on edge, but not in a bad way. It made her think of possibilities, forbidden possibilities. What a strange day, first the man in the parking lot and now this.

Rachelle suppressed these erotic thoughts as she returned from the laundry room and rounded the corner into the far end of the hall. Tim was on the ladder under the opening to the attic. He was perched with one leg higher than the other, the upper half of his body out of site above the level of the ceiling. She looked up, froze, and let out a small, silent gasp. She found herself staring at the bulge in his tight jeans. 

This is crazy, she thought. Then she paused for a second, But he can't see me. She kept staring. He moved to reach something higher and his t-shirt lifted with his arms. Rachelle caught sight of soft brown hair on a tanned six pack, his happy trail wandering deliciously down between two distinct hip bones and disappearing under a pair of red and white striped boxers peeking above his jeans. Rachelle gasped again and then clutched her throat as she caught her breath. She no longer wanted just to stare. 

She wanted to walk boldly to the ladder and reach up and undo the zipper of those jeans, slowly, taking her time to unbutton, unzip, and release his growing erection. It could not be a coincidence that his bulge was precisely at mouth level. She licked her lips at the thought of uncovering his cock and freeing it from his pants and those boxers. Then she fantasized about stroking it, kissing it, tasting it and licking it until it was rock hard. In the embrace of her building heat, she hungered to tease the head with her tongue and then plunge the entire length deep into her throat.

By this time, Tim would have realized what was happening and then adjusted to give her better access. His pre-cum would be slightly sticky, a salty treat for her lustful thirst. She would devour his rock-hard prick again and again, lowering his jeans with her hands so she could grab his bare ass and pull him in as deep as he could go. She imagined his response, his moans increasing as his hips rocked shoving the full length of his cock over and over into her hot, hungry mouth. 

Rachelle's fingers dropped from her throat and made their way to her aching and hardening nipples while her fantasy intensified. She imagined her other hand on Tim's engorged shaft, stroking it firmly to match his rhythm. She closed her eyes and from somewhere outside she heard, and then felt, the deep rumble of a motorcycle as it shifted gears. Her fantasy shifted immediately.

She saw the man in black from the parking lot walk through her front door and 'round the corner to the hallway as if he knew exactly where she would be and what she would be doing. The biker paused for a moment taking in the sight of Rachelle's unbridled lust as she continued sucking the cable man dry. 

He was wearing that same wickedly promising smile he had worn earlier that day. Once their eyes met, Rachelle couldn't break eye contact with her fantasy man. She imagined the parts of his face she hadn't seen. She imagined he had sexy green eyes. She imagined they were staring hotly as she sucked and swallowed the hard cock fucking her mouth. She saw him nod his approval and her heart leaped as he strode confidently to her side.

She gasped again as his hand brushed roughly over her tits, snaked down her pants in a single fluid movement and his expert fingers found her clit. She could feel his warm breath in her ear, his hot kiss on her neck, one hand gently kneading her breast while the other massaged the swelling head of her clit between the soaking wet lips of her pussy.

Suddenly Rachelle caught a quick movement out of the corner of her eye and was rudely jerked back to reality. She turned away just in time to avoid eye contact with Tim as he descended his ladder. Her hands flew from her clit and her nipple as she realized it was she who had been touching herself everywhere. 

Rachelle ducked quickly around the corner of the hallway and almost tripped over her discarded laundry basket. She leaned against the dining room table for support; her sticky fingers busy straightening her pants and smoothing her shirt tails. Rachelle struggled to clear her mind and bring her rapid breathing under control, but there was nothing she could do about the flush of her cheeks or the increasing wetness in her panties. Oh God! Did he see me? That worry only slightly overshadowed the unquenched heat in her lower belly and her building sexual frustration. Her clit positively ached for attention. That place deep in her pussy screamed for relief.

As Tim folded his ladder and noisily gathered his tools, she picked her purse up from the table and nervously started rustling through it. This allowed her to avoid eye contact with Tim when he entered the room. Was it her imagination or was that a knowing smile as he listened to another explanation of where she wanted the cable box mounted in the master bedroom.

The thought of being alone with him in her bedroom started to become very arousing and at the same time made her extremely nervous. She wondered if he knew how incredibly horny she was feeling. Could he sense that her panties were sticky with her juices? She could smell her wetness. Could he? Could she trust herself to be alone in her bedroom with any man right now, let alone one this physically appealing?

She was starting to panic when thankfully, just as they reached the bedroom door, her cell phone rang. This gave her the reason she needed to shut the door behind him as he entered the bedroom and then quickly turn and walk down the hall; away from the temptation of that room, and that bed.

The call was from Vicki, the head cheerleading coach. Her rapid chatter helped Rachelle back away from the dangerous brink she had almost tumbled over. She patiently listened as Vicki quickly explained the latest drama, this time about the newly-hired head football coach. The rocky relationship between the football program and the cheerleaders was usually centered on limited funding and went back as far as the team's history. It being Texas, the football program generally won the day.

Rachelle consciously welcomed the distraction. It helped her to suppress her fantasy about the good-looking repairman in her bedroom and her own physical frustration. She listened to her friend describe what the new coach was doing to stake out his territory and establish his reputation. According to Vicki, he was doing so at the expense of the cheerleaders.

"That egomaniacal prick is taking away the cheer bus," Vicki complained "Something about needing a second bus for additional football equipment." Vicki continued "If he gets his way we will have to forfeit going to the away games or travel at our own expense. I tried to talk to him, but he said he had a meeting and suggested we drop by his office later. He really pissed me off when he gave me a drop-your-pantie's smile and then just walked away. What an absolute asshole!" Apparently the new coach had not made a favorable impression on Vicki.

In addition, Vicki had come away from the meeting having lost control of the situation: unusual for Vicki who had a bit of a reputation as a "maneater". So this new coach must have charisma not common to his predecessors. However, Vicki was also a bit of a drama queen and prone to exaggeration. After listening to Vicki's version of the confrontation, Rachelle suggested that she should be the one to try and reason with him.

Rachelle consulted her watch, "OK Vic, I have the time, if I hurry. I will have a friendly talk with Coach Hardcastle before practice. He's new and doesn't understand how things work around here. I am sure I can reason with him." Rachelle finished calming Vicki down, hung up and headed to the bedroom to change.

She had forgotten completely that Tim was still in the house and working in the very room where she intended to become naked. Totally focused on what she would say to the new coach, she entered the room and plowed head first into him. Her hands went up instinctively to block their collision, but not before both of her tits briefly flattened against his massive chest. He obviously noticed the softness of her ample bosom and his eyes indicated that he definitely liked the feel. "Sorry," she stammered, pulling her hands back and blushing as she remembered her x-rated fantasy and the wet panties she still wore. 

"Ahh .. No problem and I'm all done here, Mrs. Bannion. I can tell that you are in a hurry. I'll see myself out."

"Thank you. I'll call the office in the morning and let them know what a great job you did." she called to his broad back as he walked away. Reluctantly, she closed the bedroom door, mentally reflecting on her fantasy and lost opportunities.

She quickly stripped naked and tossed the wet panties into the laundry basket. How did they get that wet? As she started gathering her workout clothes for the afternoon session with the cheerleaders she absently reflected on the events of the day: the handsome man on the bike, the good looking cable man, the intense fantasy that had been interrupted before it could be properly concluded. As if with a mind of its own, her hand drifted between her thighs lightly brushing through her soft pubic hair. She started probing her slit with three eager fingers and gasped each time they found her sensitive clit. She moaned softly and closed her eyes and started to swim in the pure sensation of what she was doing. This isn't right! She pulled her hand away quickly from its unplanned exploration. Masturbation was not something Rachelle Bannion practiced, at least not very often. She was not exceptionally skilled, and her feelings about self- gratification were conflicting. Did she dare? She so needed to do something.

As if on a dare she gave in to her desires and allowed her hand to travel south again. She palmed her swollen pubic mound, and her fingers purposely parted the lips and gently lingered on her inflamed clit. She moved shyly at first, probing, stroking, experimenting with slow then rapid movement. Even with her novice massaging she could feel her heat quickly building. Within moments, it started to consume her and her concentration returned to her fantasy, the man in leather and the cable man, both at the same time. Both of them returning to her, bare chested, here in this bedroom, the very bedroom she shared with her husband. 

In her fantasy, the biker undressed her and the cable man came up close from behind and wound his arms tight around her under her breasts. His mouth was on her neck. He kissed her ears, nibbled her earlobes and pressed his full length against her backside. He watched in the full length mirror of the closet doors as her clothes came off one by one and dropped to her feet. After uncovering her 36 D's, the biker bent to take one swollen nipple into his mouth and tease it with his tongue. He nipped softly and gently nibbled back and forth between nipples, one at time until they remained hard and erect on their own. Amazingly, she felt the area around her nipple swell, harden, and stand out from the softness of her breasts. Her breathing quickened. Her heart was racing, and Rachelle felt the hot pressure building.




The Ride



I feel his eyes on me as I turn to survey the room. I know who he is as we had crossed paths at my sister's countless parties. He was the CFO at her company and looked the part with his short, but neatly combed grey hair and piercing green eyes framed by a pair of black glasses that only seemed to make him hotter. He had to of been 20 years my senior but I had always had a crush on him since the first time I had visited Sue at work and saw him walk by. 

He was wearing a grey pinstriped suit, white shirt, and blue tie that day and had seemed to exude confidence as he briefly glanced my way as I stood by her desk, waiting for her to finish up so we could grab a quick lunch. I had sworn that he was undressing me with his eyes but I quickly chalked that up to me being delusional and had pushed him from my thoughts. Sue had just started as a social media marketing specialist six months ago and was quickly rising in the company. The higher she rose, the more I saw of George, and the more I saw of him the more I wanted to get to know him. 

"I've been single for too long", I think to myself as I bring my wineglass to my lips and slowly sip, turning my attention to the dancers on the floor. I knew there was no way a man like George would ever be interested in me. Besides, he was married. I scan the room again, looking for any attractive men but none stand out for me so I push myself off from my position against the wall and work my way towards Sue to tell her I'm leaving. I had stayed two hours, more than I had planned on, and just wanted to go home so I could be alone with my thoughts. 

"Jess! I feel like I haven't seen you all night! Are you having a good time? Meet anybody cute?" Sue asks as I approach her. She is beautiful with her long blonde hair, perfectly curled around her heart-shaped face, and her blue eyes framed by long black lashes. We are almost opposite in looks and she had always been the classic beauty in the family. 

"I think I'm gonna head home. I have a lot to do tomorrow. Wanna grab lunch or a coffee tomorrow?" I ask as she frowns at me. 

"Why don't you stay awhile longer? It's only 10 for Pete's sake, Jessie!" 

"I know. I'm just tired. It's been a long week. I've got payroll to do and a couple of interviews to prepare for." 

"You work harder than I do!" Sue whines as I roll my eyes. "Why don't you just hire a manager to run the bakery so you don't have to work so much?" 

She knew it had been my dream to be my own boss since I was a kid so when I just stare at her, she backs off, laughing as she throws her free hand up and moves to give me a one-armed hug. 

"Fine. Whatever. Coffee is good tomorrow. Call me okay? Love ya, sis." 

"Love you too. Be good, okay?" I pointedly look at her almost empty wine glass in her other hand as we pull apart. I grin as she rolls her eyes. Even though we were only one year apart, it seemed like ten at times. 

Sue's laughter was in my ears as I walk towards the spare room where I had stashed my purse and keys. I was so lost in my thoughts that I was at my car door before I realize that there was no way I was going to be moving my car tonight. Sue really needs to hire a valet, I think as I take in the cars that now surround mine. Guess that's what I get for getting here early. I lived 10 miles away so there was no way I was walking and I was hesitant to call a taxi. 

I was so absorbed in this latest turn of events that I failed to hear the footsteps behind me until they were right beside me. When I hear the scrape of a shoe on the asphalt I jump and spin around, keys in hand, pointed at my would-be attacker's head. 

"Jess? It's me. George." I hear as I let out a breath of air and lower my hand. He had backed up a couple of feet to give me some space while I tried to slow my racing heart. 

"You scared the crap out of me! Geez! What are you doing out here? The party's still in full swing. Shouldn't you be in there?" I gasp as I lean back against my car and look up at him. Even though I'm wearing heels, he's still a good five inches taller than I am. 

"It was kind of boring in there so I thought I'd go home and read a book or something. Why are you leaving so early? I'm old so I have an excuse. What's yours?" he asks. 

By this time I have recovered my composure and find myself relaxing. I know very little about him, he could have been a deranged weirdo for all I knew, but I was enjoying being able to talk to him alone. His voice is deeper than I expect and he smells like Old Spice. 

"I only go to keep my sister from complaining that I never do anything. I prefer to stay at home but it doesn't help my image of being a dried up cat lady." 

"Do you have cats?" 

"Well, one. But he's old and senile and stays outside most of the time." 

"What's his name?" 

"Sir Mack Daddy," I reply as I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from laughing at his expression. 

"I'm sorry. What?" 

"Well, it was a bet between Sue and I to see who could say the weirdest name without laughing. It started with Orville but for some reason Sir Mack Daddy popped out of her mouth and it stuck." This time I can't keep it in as he chuckles low in his throat and I double over with laughter. 

"Are you serious?" he asks as he grins down at me. 

"No joke! But he answers to everything so..." I trail off as the reality of George being so close to me sinks in. I find myself glancing down at his left hand and am surprised when I find it bare. Even though it is dark out, there is enough light for me to see that there is no tan line. Sue hadn't said anything about a split so I figured that it must have happened within the past couple of months. 

He's still smiling at me and I feel myself getting turned on. It had been a year since I'd last had sex so I know that my pink vibrator was going to get a work out tonight. Although I know he can't see my cheeks turning red at the turn my thoughts have taken, I still duck my head so he can't see. "You are such a dweeb," I think to myself. 

"So. Is this your car?" 

I sigh as I look back up. "Yeah. I didn't think my parking spot out very well when I got here." I mutter as I glance back. 

"Do you need a ride home?" 

"No. I'm okay. I'll just call a taxi." 

"I'd be more than happy to take you home. My car's just over there," he says as he points to a black SUV parked in the street. 

I open my mouth and close it. This isn't happening. There is no way that this man is standing here, talking to ME. He should be in the house talking to the prettiest girl in there but instead here he is. Talking to plain old me and he's offering to give me a ride home. Before I can make a fool of myself I quickly tell him that I am fine. 

"I promise I'll behave myself. Scouts honor," he says as he raises his hands up in the air. 

My breath catches in my throat as I think about this man seeing where I live. I had bought the house six months ago and was proud of it, had spent countless hours renovating it; and while it was small, it was mine. I don't know if I was embarrassed for a man to see it or for it to be him. I was sure he lived in a house like my sister's with too many rooms and too much money to spend and I think that I was worried that he would think that I was just some small town hick. 

"Jess?" I feel the warmth of his hand on my bare shoulder, and I breathe deeply to steady myself before I answer. 

"You don't have to do that. I don't want to impose." He had taken back his hand but I still feel the warmth and realize that I missed the contact. I really need to get laid, I think again as I push myself off of my car. 

"Really. I don't mind." 

"If you're sure, then okay." I smile at him as he flashes a huge grin at me. 

"This way, my lady," he says and I blush again. I'm wearing a dress and heels so it's a bit difficult walking through the grass but he steadies me with a hand on my back. I can't believe how nervous I am! 

I hear the soft click of the locks when we approach his Lexus and his hand stays on me as he opens the passenger door and helps me inside. 

We make small talk as I guide him to my street and I find that he is easy to talk to. He asks about my bakery and I must have gushed like a new parent but I loved my job and was so proud of what I had built. My ex-husband and I had started it together but when we had divorced a year ago, he had given it to me as part of the settlement. It was my life and I had big dreams of making it into something big. 

I realize that I am still talking about it long after we have pulled into my drive. He has shut the motor off and shifted in his seat to see me better in the moonlight. I stop mid-sentence when I realize that I was talking too much. 

"I'm so sorry! You must think I'm so looney!! Sue says I need a life outside of the bakery because I talk about it like it's my kid." I feel my cheeks redden again as the full reality of being in George's car sinks in. 

"No need to apologize. I love that you're so passionate about your work. Refreshing, really. So many people go through life not knowing what their purpose is, and you've found yours. Thank you for trusting me enough to talk about it, Jessie." His hand had found mine and gives it a squeeze. 

"Um, ok. I'd better get inside. Thanks again for the ride. I hope it wasn't a problem," I mutter as I reach down to unbuckle myself. I hear his at the same time and look over to find him opening his door. Oh my God, what is he doing?! 

He's standing at my door before I have a chance to open it and his hand reaches for mine. I hesitate until I look up and see his kind green eyes, patiently waiting. 

I slip my hand into his warm one and know that mine is clammy but he doesn't say a word as he helps me down and shuts the door. Without a word he escorts me to my door and holds his hand out for my keys. I hesitate briefly before handing them over. Do I really want this? Am I misreading the entire situation? Maybe he's just being fatherly and making sure that I get inside safely. All thoughts are erased when I feel his finger underneath my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I see his eyes, so full of concern over me. Me! My heart is racing. 

"Jess? I know we hardly know each other, but, I really want to kiss you. May I?" I hear as I feel his thumb brush my bottom lip. 

I know I'm whispering and am not even sure he can hear me but I say the words, "Why me?" 

His voice is just as low as he gazes down at me. My brain tells me this is wrong, that I'm not this kind of girl. I don't have sex with men I barely know and especially with men as good looking as he is. I'm not beautiful or sexy. I've always thought of myself as being awkward and plain but the way he looks at me makes me feel like maybe I might be. 

He slowly backs me up until my back is pressed against my front door and he is standing directly in front of me. His hand leaves my chin to slip around to the small of my back while his other reaches up to run his fingers through my auburn curls. He presses me against him as he leans down to whisper in my ear. 

"Please believe me when I tell you this Jess, but you are incredibly sexy. You are unlike every other woman that I know and it is such a turn on. Don't ever change." 

His eyes have little wrinkles around them and I can see the lines etched on either side of his full lips. I reach up to run my fingers through his hair. His eyes close at my touch and I briefly wonder how long it's been for him. I want to please him and when I realize this, I know I want to kiss him. His head lowers even further as I gently press it down to my waiting lips. Our first kiss is so soft and gentle and I want more, so I take it. I've never been so bold in my life and I try to press all of my self-doubt and fear of rejection away as I start to move my lips against his. 

I think he is waiting to see if I am sure of what is about to happen. I press my forehead against his as I pull back and lick my lips. My pussy throbs weakly and my pulse is racing. Thoughts are running through my head and I try to push them back, but already doubt is sneaking back in. He seems to sense where my thoughts are headed and presses his hand against the back of my head so I have no choice but to kiss him again. This time, he takes control as I feel the kiss deepen. I feel his tongue run across my bottom lip, seeking a way in and I give it. 

My mouth parts for his and I feel his tongue seeking mine out. I moan as our tongues meet and twine together. He tastes like whiskey and I wonder what I taste like to him. Our bodies are pressed together with his hand is tangled in my hair. I realize that I can feel his erection pressed against my stomach and I moan again. 

I feel the void when he pulls back and I think that he is going to leave but he surprises me by looking at me with a questioning look in his eyes. I realize he is asking me if this is what I want and when I take the keys from his hand to find the key for the door, I know I've sealed my fate. I turn from him to unlock and open the door and he follows me in as I flick on a nearby lamp. I hear the door click shut and the lock slide into place and feel his gaze on me as I avoid looking at him. 

He comes up behind me and gently slides his arms around my waist to press me back against him. "It's not too late to stop, okay?" 

I close my eyes and swallow hard, knowing that if I just say the word, he'd walk out my door and nothing more would be said. But my thoughts are the only things standing in the way and I decide that I'll deal with them tomorrow as I turn around and put my arms up around his neck to pull him to me for a deep kiss. 

He backs me up against the door again and lifts me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist and his hands are on my ass. I feel them slip under my dress and hold my ass cheeks so my pussy is pressed against his hard cock. His mouth leaves mine to press wet kisses against my throat then back to my lips and my hands help him, pressing his head closer to mine so we can kiss long and deep. At some point I throw my head back to give him complete access to my throat and hear him growl low in his chest. 

"Where's your bedroom?" he asks. 

"Down the hall, first door on the left," I whisper. My back leaves the door as he carries me to my room and lays me on the bed. I quickly get up onto my knees, reaching back to pull my heels off, tossing them across the room. His hands find my face again and pulls it back to his for another kiss as I let the heat of the moment take over. I pull on his suit coat to indicate I want it off then quickly move to his black, button-down shirt, feeling his hands leave me to unbutton his cuffs. 

Our hands make quick work of his shirt as I pull it down over his shoulders and fling it across the room then reach for his belt as he pulls his undershirt off. He is fit for his age and his chest has the perfect amount of hair for me as I run one hand up over his stomach and across his chest to his neck. We kiss again and I feel him reach down with one hand to take his shoes and socks off. His pants slacken as I pull on the button and zipper and soon his underwear and pants are lying on the floor next to his shoes. 

I break the kiss to trail kisses down his neck and chest, stopping to lick each of his nipples as I work lower. He is watching me when I look up but I know what I want and don't think that he wants to stop me. His cock is standing out from his body, precum shining on the tip, waiting for my hot, wet mouth. It is average in size but his balls hang low and it turns me on even more. My mouth waters when I think about licking them. I think that men's balls are just as erotic as their cock and I love playing with them. I briefly wonder if he even likes having them sucked on but find that I don't care as I run my hands down his body to take his hard cock into my hands, feeling the girth and finding what he likes. 

I bend down even lower so I can run my tongue across his stomach and feel, more than hear, his breathing change as I get lower and lower to my target. I've never been this bold before but he is letting me do what I want at my own pace and I find it incredibly liberating. As of yet, he has not made a move towards my breasts or pussy but I know it is coming. I want to reward him so I take the head of his cock into my mouth and gently suck as I stroke him with one hand and slip my hand down to his balls. His hands find the back of my head as I run my tongue across the head then suck hard. I slowly work my mouth lower as I continue to stroke the shaft, sucking more and more of him into my waiting throat. I feel the head slide across my tongue as I close my eyes to savor the taste of his precum coating my mouth. He smells like the cologne he put on earlier today and I find that I love that smell. 

Because of our heights it is hard for me to really get going on his cock so I work with what I have, bobbing my head on the upper half while stroking the bottom half and gently cupping his balls. When his hands leave my head I glance up, thinking I went too far. Without a word he climbs onto the bed next to me and crawls up so he can lay his head on the pillows. He pulls me up so I am on top of him and we kiss wetly, his tongue sliding around mine over and over again as he presses up against me, feeling my hot pussy through my thong. 

His groan makes my pussy throb again and I think that he might just pull my thong aside to slide inside of me but he doesn't. Secretly I'm relieved because I want to suck his cock again. I work my way back down again so I am kneeling between his legs and take him back into my mouth. This time I slide him all the way down my throat, loving the feeling. His hands find my head again but this time it's to hold me there so he can slowly fuck my mouth. He is slow and gentle so it doesn't choke me but his touch tells me that he is in control, not me. I don't mind though. 

"Fuck! Jess..." I glance up at his words. His eyes are slammed closed, head thrown back as he takes what I offer to him. I back off then work my way back down his length again, feeling his rubbery head hitting the back of my throat. My eyes close as I pleasure him and I feel my pussy getting wetter by the minute. This time when I pull back I run my tongue down his length and run it across his balls. His groans tell me I am on target but a wicked though enters my head as I run my tongue under. I always wanted to lick my ex's ass but he thought it was too gay so I had never brought it up again. I don't think that George will mind though and wonder if he's tried it before. I decide to go for it and listen for his moans to tell me if he is into it or not. 

I slide lower so I am resting on my stomach. As I do I feel him sit up slightly so he can see what I am doing. Without a word his legs spread wider so I have more room and I look him in the eye as I run my tongue across my lips. His cock twitches in my hand as I turn my attention back to what I am about to do. My heart pounds as I press my tongue back down his length and sweep them across his balls. I gently hold one while sucking the other into my mouth. 

"You don't have to do that." 

I let his ball slide out of my mouth as I softly tell him that I want to do this for him. He doesn't say another word as I resume my task, concentrating on not sucking too hard to hurt him but hard enough where he can feel my mouth working on him. I move to the other one and repeat my movements until his groans turn into strangled curse words. I know I have him now so I run my tongue underneath his heavy balls again, licking the tender area between his ass and balls. My hand is still wrapped around his cock and I feel it jump when I do this and raise my eyes to see that he is watching me intently to see what my next move will be. 





The Ride



I look him in the eye as I let his cock go and use it to cup his balls with one hand while I gently press his legs open even wider so I can have better access. I press a thumb underneath his scrotum as I run my tongue even lower, getting closer to my target. I can feel my pussy has soaked through my thong and it is pulsing as I work my way lower and lower. I had no idea that licking a man this way would be such a turn on but I know that it is George that is making me act so uninhibited. I know he is in control but he has chosen to let me take over and do what I want. 

I work back up so I can suck his dripping cock into my mouth again then pop him out to run my tongue all the way down the shaft, across his balls, and down to his ass. This time I circle my tongue around the hole and feel his legs being pulled back so I can get deeper into my task. I happily take him up on the invitation and run my tongue around his puckered hole. Over and over again until I feel him lay back with his legs raised, opening his ass for me. He has shaved recently and for this I am grateful as my tongue gently pushes against his hole as I run it across. 

This time when I glance up, his head is thrown back with one word coming out over and over in a faint gasp, "Fuck, fuck, FUCK...,"as I run my tongue around his tight hole and feel it loosen. My tongue again probes and this time it slips in so I can tongue fuck his ass. I had no idea that I would love it this much but I'm really into it now and love his taste as I plunge my tongue in deeper and deeper, holding his ass cheeks apart. 

When I hear the loudest groan yet and feel him shift under me, I think that I've gone too far. He pulls from my hands then pulls me up so I am straddling his waist as he pulls my face down to kiss me, tasting himself on my lips. 

Our foreheads are pressed together when I hear him whisper, "You're turn", just as he flips me over so I am underneath him. I think he is going to suck my pussy but instead he kneels in between my legs and reaches up underneath my dress to pull my now wet thong down my legs. He gently presses my legs apart then moves on top of me and I feel his cock pressing against my opening and I know it is too late to back out. 

"Wait," I whisper and he freezes as a look of disappointment briefly crosses his face before he regains control and sits back on his heels. His hands are still on my legs as he waits for me to pull back. I realize that he thinks that I want to stop so I simply reach back and unzip my dress so I can slip it up and over my head, my bra quickly following suit. His relief is apparent as he moves back on top of me and settles between my legs, his arms sliding under me to press me against him while mine slips around his neck. 

His face is pressed against my neck as he pushes inside of me. I groan when he is all the way in and again when he pulls out. 

"You're so wet," he whispers in my ear and I know that I am. I don't think that I've ever been this wet. "I knew it would be good if we ever got to this point, but I had no idea it would be this hot. You're amazing." 

"You thought about this? About us? Together?" I ask as he continues to slowly slide in and out of my dripping pussy. 

I feel my arms being pulled up over my head as he pins them to the bed. His tongue is tracing along my ear and I feel my nipples harden against him. 

"I have. Every night, in fact, but I never thought you'd want to be with a man my age. You're so young and sexy and smart and every time I thought about asking you out, I'd back out, thinking you'd find somebody by now. When I saw you tonight, I knew it was now or never." His words are whispered into my ear in between gentle bites to my ear and neck and I think it has made the whole situation even hotter for me. 

His thrusts are getting deeper and harder the more he talks and soon my back is arching up off of the bed. His cock is perfect and seems to have been made just for me as it finds all of my secret buttons, pushing me closer and closer to the edge until I cry out, his mouth covering mine, swallowing my moans of pleasure. "You just came on me didn't you?" he asks in wonder as his wide eyes find mine. I feel myself tense up and my face turn red. I know most women don't cum from penetration alone but I do and I had wondered if there was something wrong with me. 

"Hey, honey. What's wrong?" his hand is against my face, forcing me to look at him. "Are you ashamed?" I guess my face gives me away because he pulls out of me, rolling over onto his back, and pulling me on top of him so that my pussy is hovering over his cock. 

"Don't ever be ashamed. You don't know how hot that was. My ex would just lay there, give a couple of fake moans then roll over once I was done. Even when sex was good between us, she could only cum by me licking her. I had heard about women like you but figured it was made up. Honey, look at me." When I did he pulls me down so our faces are inches apart. His kiss was gentle as he again runs his tongue across my bottom lip, softly biting then sliding his tongue into my mouth so we can kiss. "Can you do it again?" he breaths into my mouth as he pushes up into me with his cock. At my nod he lets me go and I take that as my cue to do what I want. 

I sit up and brace myself on his chest as I slide my hips back and forth, feeling him moving inside of me. When I feel his thumb graze my clit, I jump but lean back so he can have better access, spreading myself wider so he can see more of me. He shifts us up further on the bed so he can sit up to get a better view then resumes his light touch on my clit with his thumb. 

When I feel his hand slide up over my breasts to squeeze my nipples I groan but he surprises me again when his hand slides to my throat and lightly squeezes. I know he won't hurt me but, again, he has figured out a secret kink of mine that I've always wanted to try and I wonder briefly where he's been all of my sexual life. I shift so he can get a better grip on me then brace myself as I close my eyes and hold onto his arm with one hand while I brace myself with the other and feel his thumb pressing harder against my clit. 

I can feel my orgasm getting bigger and bigger as his cock slides against my inner button and his thumb presses on my now engorged clit. His hand tightens around my neck but I concentrate on how I feel, not my fear, and ride him even faster, trying to find that spot that will send me over the edge. It seems like hours before I feel myself tip over but I know it was only minutes and the pressure lessens for an instant until my entire pussy explodes in a pleasure that I have never known before. I can't even describe the way it felt and then I feel fluid running out of me and realize that I had squirted all over George! Another first for me but one quick glance at his face told me that he was loving it and was riding out my orgasm with me. 

As my pussy stops pulsing around his cock he pulls me back down for another wet kiss and grins up at me. "Have you ever squirted before?" 

I just shake my head and gaze at him in wonder. 

"Wanna try again?" he asks as he moves inside of me. I nod, unable to speak, and feel him pull out as he pushes me onto my back. My surprise quickly turns to groans as he plants his mouth on my spread pussy lips and sucks my clit into his mouth. His tongue works up and down my sex as he licks up every drop of cum from me then moves up so he can share my taste with me. I have tasted myself on my ex's lips before but had never cared for it until I tasted it on George's and found myself licking his lips to get more of my juices off of him. His grin tells me that he is just as turned on as he moves back down my body, nipping and sucking my flesh until he reaches one nipple, then the other. He sucks hard on each one then lightly bites before moving lower to my waiting pussy. He pulls my clit between his teeth then flicks it with the tip of his tongue while working two fingers into my dripping pussy. 

Over and over he brings me closer and closer until I know it will only take one or two more flicks of his tongue. I'm shaking my head back and forth, clutching the blanket as my back arches up and loud moans escape my lips. I gasp as I feel the orgasm hit me again and feel another gush of liquid rush out of me as I convulse on the bed, trying to move away from his touch but he isn't done with me yet. Orgasm after orgasm hits me as he continues his assault on my clit, slipping a finger in my ass to make me feel another sensation. I had never felt so full or turned on as he continues to bring me higher and higher until finally I can't take anymore and jerk from his grasp. 

"I want your cock in me. NOW!" I gasp as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. 

"Yes, ma'am." 

I position myself on my hands and knees and glance behind me to see him staring at my ass and pussy. His eyes slowly meet mine as he comes up behind me to mount me, slipping his still hard cock into my sopping wet pussy. His mouth is close to my ear as he pulls me up so my back is against his chest and we are up on our knees. His arm snakes around my waist while the other goes around my neck, both of my hands finding his arms and holding on tight as he thrusts into me. 

We are both sweaty and the entire room smells like sex but I have never had sex this hot before and wasn't sure I ever wanted to go this long without it again. 

"Oh my God, I love your cock. Fuck, it feels good. Fuck me George, please?" I plead. I want it hard and fast now and he quickly picks up the pace, filling me over and over again until our grunts and groans overlap the others, my orgasm building up again as I feel him getting closer and closer. Our bodies slam into each others until I explode around him, crying out loudly as I spasm around him, sending him over the edge. I feel him cum in me and briefly wonder about pregnancy since I'm not taking anything and we didn't use a condom but I push it out of my mind so I can feel everything, not knowing when or if I'd ever get to feel like this again. 

He places a hot kiss on my neck as he gently pulls out of me. I feel his cum slowly working out of me as we relax back on to the bed and his chest rapidly rising and falling as I lay my head on it and he wraps his arms around me. 

"Thank you," I whisper as I look up into his eyes. At some point his glasses had either fallen off or been taken off by one of us and his green eyes meet mine. 

"Please don't thank me, babe. The pleasure was all mine. Trust me!" he pauses as he kisses my forehead. "By the way, I had a vasectomy a few years ago so there's no chance that I'll get you pregnant." 

"I guess that means more fun..." I stop so I can see his face. His grin tells me I'm on target. 

"Oh yes. You're not getting rid of me that easy baby! I never knew sex could be so hot, and I've been around a long time, but with you it's different. Like we were meant to be together. It's probably my dick talking." 

I sit up to look at him then softly kiss his lips. "I felt the same way. Can you stay the night? I think that I'll need a ride back to my car. Maybe we can practice some more...?" 

"Hell yeah!" he laughs as we snuggle back together. 

A few minutes later I feel his breathing change as he starts to drift off. 

"George?" 

"Hmmmmm?" 

"Thanks for the ride."



The Ride



I first met Nadia (N) in the lobby of an office building after answering a job advertisement for a startup tech company in a local paper. At that time the company was small, but growing. N had been brought in as a receptionist/administrator and anything else in a non technical area that needed doing. I had actually spoken to her on the phone a couple of days before and enjoyed her Eastern European accent.

The company had a realistic budget, but had been initialized by a board who really had no idea how to make it happen and we were left to make it work. We did in the end by sheer seat of the pants fact finding and building, but not without a lot of personnel changes (the original hiring of buddies and family just hadn't panned out) and hard work.

After a few months things settled down and I saw N on a daily basis strictly on a professional level. She would sit in a small office along from my area and would only venture out for lunch and to ask questions or other business duties. We were two of around eight people in this satellite office and the atmosphere was reasonably casual. VPs and the like would visit every couple of weeks and we were always in touch online or by phone.

N, I learned, was from Ukraine. She had come over to the USA at the age of twenty two (twenty years ago) with her thirty year old husband. They had been married for three years at the time and had a year old son. I didn't learn this from N, but from the office gossip Mary. Mary was what you might call homely, one hundred pounds overweight and didn't carry it well. She was good at her job, let everyone know it and possessed that heir of a spiteful, unhappy woman. Mary confided (for no reason other than self satisfaction) that N and her husband 'did not get on.'

I should fess up and say that I have been married to the same woman for twenty four years. We have two children in their early twenties, a boy and a girl. I have also slept with at least fifteen women (mainly escorts and mostly multiple times with each) in the last ten years. Why? Because I enjoy it. My wife's sex drive has typically lowered and she seems to take pride in the fact. But this isn't about her.

A few months later N, Mary and myself decided to go to lunch together, which was a fairly rare occurrence. Literally outside the restaurant Mary received a text about a family emergency and had to leave. Go ahead she told us both, and for some reason rather awkwardly, we continued to our lunch. Conversation was relaxed but a little stiff. What was evident was a sexual tension you could cut with a knife. I'm sure if either of us had blurted out "there are three hotels within a five minute walk" we would have been in a room in six.

Fast forward a couple of years and the office had moved as part of a cost cutting initiative to the Corporate HQ. N and I had moved too, her desk now on another floor. Nothing had come of our lunch date, though we had moved fully into into the 'Friend Zone' and enjoyed chatting and joking, often taking a mutual sideways look at the company.

As we were now centralized, company social activities were easier to be involved in. Something that came up was a charity bicycle ride for a nationally recognized organization. I had enjoyed bike riding as a kid and had continued on and off over the years, I wasn't ready to do 80 KM though! N had already signed up and I thought, '"fuck yeah," this could be fun in a couple of ways. We were in the Friend zone, but I fantasized about bending her tight ass over her desk every time I saw her.

As we had originally been in the office out of town we lived in the same general area in the Pacific North West. It was still winter, a depressingly cold and wet one, so spin classes were called for to start building endurance. N is quite plain looking, but attractive with high cheek bones under glasses she always wears. Her hair is long and mousy blonde. She has a wiry, athletic body with East European strong hands, a flattish stomach, small perky tits that I longed to nibble on and somewhat muscular legs topped by a tight ass that a twenty year old would be happy with. N wears thongs. Over the years there had been a good half dozen 'whale tail' moments that had me unconsciously stroking myself under my desk.

We decided to train together as comrades in arms. N was fitter than me, but I had the drive. At the first spin class she showed me around as I asked the right questions and subtly eyed her in lycra shorts and t-shirt. I'm a big fan of checking out panty lines and she showed none my experienced eye could see. I imagined her shaved pussy ( I was convinced she did) and tight ass hole just behind some thin, tight fabric.

I staggered out of that class after the hour was up and followed a sweating N across the gym to the locker rooms. Sweat was showing on her shirt, on her shorts crotch and ass, my mind was doing somersaults.

We trained for around four months, going to spin twice a week and a handful of bike rides. Secretly I liked riding alone as I would really go for it whereas N would be steady. She was good though and regularly showed me the way in hill training. However getting to 'innocently' see her in bike shorts with a healthy glow on was a weekly highlight. As the big day loomed training ended and after our last ride I sincerely thanked N for helping and inspiring me. She smiled in that mischievous way she has (the only thing about her that is a little naughty) and we did our customary fist touch and parted ways.

The day of the ride was sunny and not too hot, around 70 degrees. Our team numbering twelve (in a field of around three hundred) had set off on time and after a few KM had begun to string out as expected. We'd all agreed to set our own pace and meet up at rest stops if possible. I was around mid pack, with N and another woman (N's friend) around a KM back. N and I could have kept together, but the other rider was a bit slower. I'd done well in training and although some parts were hard going, I won't lie, I finished in around four hours including stops. I was really pleased with myself.

I waited, sweaty, aching and happy at the sparsely populated finish line (there were showers and a hospitality tent across the way) for N and her friend. After around 10 minutes they came into sight and crossed the line. I jogged to where they had stopped to greet them and we congratulated each other with big hugs. As N and I unlocked we, for the briefest of seconds, caught each other's eye.

We wheeled our bikes towards our cars to stow them, dump our helmets and pick up our bags of clothes and shower gear we had all brought with us. N's friend was just in front of us walking. 

"Text me," N whispered in my ear. I looked at her puzzled, but in the back of my mind I hardly dared to believe what I thought might be happening. We had all brought our phones on the ride for safety reasons, so this wouldn't look weird. I texted N "Reply" after fishing my phone from my jersey pocket. The familiar chirp rang out. N's friend slowed as we all did. 

"Oh my God." breathed N. "My brother just arrived out of the blue. He's at my house."

"Everything OK?" I said.

"Yes, he's passing through from Germany, surprising us. Sorry, but his next flight is tonight I have to go."

"That's cool, have fun" we said, me playing along.

N's friend piped up. "I'm going to leave too. I don't like the look of the showers and I really want a proper bath." She asked me if I minded.

"No, I'm fine. I'll check and see who's here and might leave myself." We had a two hour drive home afterwards. I'd practically quit drinking and definitely wanted a clear head!

N had her bike on the rack and gave me a quick wink as she went to the driver's side door. It was on. Fuck! 

We said our goodbyes and I hung around in the parking lot having a blessed post ride cigarette, waiting with a semi stiff cock and hoping not to run into any of our team.

Was I reading this all wrong, had she wanted an excuse to leave which she'd explain and thank me for on Monday? I needn't have worried. I'd just dogged out the butt when my phone buzzed with a text. 

"HOJO Express, Highway 123 and 456. Wait 5 mins." 

I replied. "OK". Don't know if I was trying to be cool. It wasn't the first time I'd fooled around after all, but this was different.

I waited 5 minutes and set off. We'd passed the motel on the ride in, it was a decent enough looking place a couple of miles away. Sucking on a calming smoke, swigging from a luke warm drink bottle and chewing gum I arrived in the parking lot. N's car was parked among the others, but surprisingly neither her or the bike were there. I texted her, "Here". It flashed through my mind I'd sent the same text a hundred times to escorts.

"Room 555, bring your bike, it's OK. Don't want them stolen."

Up I went, pushing a fucking bike into the elevator after nodding to the front desk.

I knocked on the door, a few rooms from the elevator.

The door opened and there stood N bare foot (first thing I noticed) but with her cycling jersey and shorts still on, her mussed up hair hanging untidily down her shoulders, her back and whisping over those small, firm tits. I walked myself and the bike in and closed the door.

I stood and looked at her, she's fairly tall and just a couple of inches shorter than my 5' 10". Still holding that damn bike with my right hand I kissed her on the cheek. Then I finally lent the bike next to hers against the far wall.

I walked towards her, we we kissed on the lips. Soon our tongues were searching each others mouths as I ran my hands down her back. In a moment as satisfying as crossing the finishing line earlier I found her firm, sweaty lycra covered ass and squeezed and spread her cheeks. After months, years of anticipation, it was happening.

We didn't say anything, didn't need to. N had been bold enough to take the first step and now I had to not disappoint her. This was pure and basic.

We were sweating and smelly after hours in the saddle, which just made it hotter. I can be a slow riser, but my cock believed it was eighteen again and was already bulging towards the top of my shorts. 

"No shower." I breathed. "Not yet".

"Yeah..." N whispered.

Standing behind N I held her, unzipping her jersey pulling it up and off with the muscle shirt she wore underneath. N had always been a sports bra girl, but maybe subconsciously, not today. I had always fantasized about those small, perky tits. Like her ass, a twenty five year old would have been proud. Nipples, hard now, pointing slightly up and firm. "34B" she told me later. "I know you've always wondered."

I ground against N's ass, cupping her breasts and kissing her hair and neck. She was was now reaching back with both hands rubbing the sides of my ass and pushing back. My hands moved down and my index and middle finger of my left hand pulsed the outside of her shorts between N's legs. It felt hot and damp, like a fresh hot towel might feel. It was unbelievable. My right hand now moved inside her waist band and down. N was smooth down there, not a trace of hair. Her slick skin guided me down to her clit. I gave it a rub and she cried out," Ohhhhhh". Keeping my thumb on her clit I curved my middle finger up, into her pussy. N was soaked already with a mixture of sweat and juice, hardly any resistance, just a snug, silky wet tunnel. Suddenly she grabbed my right hand, yanked it from her shorts and stuck my middle finger in her mouth. For a split second as she grabbed my hand I thought she'd gotten cold feet, but the reality was quite the opposite.

This put me over the edge. I spun N round and pushed her onto the bed where she landed with a soft thump and that mischievous smile on her face. I knelt beside her, she pulled my shorts down so the waistband was just above my knees. I lifted a leg and pulled them off, commando no underwear as their padded and thick. I could smell myself as I removed them, "manly" might be the word! N didn't give a fuck and took the entire length of my cock in one gulp. "I'm gonna cum in about 5 seconds," something in my brain was saying. N knew what she was doing, took my cock out of her mouth, pushed my legs apart , turned on her back and started licking my balls and unbelievably tickling my ass hole with a finger. We STILL hadn't showered, remember? I bent forward, ripped her shorts down and found her clit with my tongue, eased two fingers into her literally dripping pussy and then thought; "Fuck it". I licked two fingers on my left hand, grabbed a pillow and stuck it under her ass. 

I eased my index finger around N's ass hole and then probed inside, all the time pulsing my other hand towards her belly button inside her squeezing and releasing pussy. Slipping a wet finger in her ass she gasped and began licking my shaft. I was now rhythmically fingering her ass and pussy whilst licking and sucking N's clit like a Popsicle. N moved her head to one side. Suddenly she bucked like a mule. Creamy and clear cum squirted from inside her, hitting my face and even reaching her feet. I removed my fingers from her contracting ass and pussy and dove on that clit. N squirmed like a wounded snake as another wave soaked my face. It smelt like pre-cum and tasted like a hot sweaty pussy smells. N was whimpering as I climbed off her and looked at her face. She opened her eyes and whispered "Check the bottom of my purse." Then it hit me. I checked her purse. Two condoms tucked under a change purse. "You dirty bitch". I thought, unfairly in retrospect. Right now I wanted N to be a whore. She had a cool demeanor at work, very business like, if she doesn't know you. Right now I wanted her to have fucked 100 guys before me. Pillow talk later on told me N was a virgin at marriage and had slept with six guys including her husband and me.

I rolled on the cover and knelt between her legs. Hoisting her ass up I pulled N towards me and sat her pussy on my cock. 

"Yes," she sighed.

I fucked her slowly and firmly, easing off after 30 seconds or so to let her ride me. I pinched her nipples to a responding groan and guided her hands to mine. "Go hard," I whispered. N pinched and squeezed as I groaned loudly. After a couple of minutes of pinching and squeezing, our tongues in each others mouths and my cock buried deep in her wetness I felt that feeling inside me. We'd never have this first time again and I had to ride that ass.

Pulling out I flipped N over on her knees and slightly spread her legs. Temptation told me to fuck that ass, but the good angel took over. I entered her smooth, soaked pussy from behind and thrust firmly but quite slowly, I wanted to last more than a few seconds. N pushed back and dug her hands into the covers for traction. I playfully smacked her ass to test the waters. "Ow", she yelped. "Not this time, just fuck me deep. We need it."

Doing as I was told I gave it more with my hands on her shoulders.

"My hair, OK." N spoke, almost in that business tone.

I took my left hand from her shoulder and ran it through her hair, pulling it slightly. N groaned. I wound a handful round my fist and pulled gently but firmly, raising her head up. "Yes" she sighed. I pulled a little more firmly raising her head so she looked straight ahead towards the grey leatherette headboard, steadying myself with my right hand on her shoulder. We bucked and fucked for a mere minute until I could hold no longer. "Oh yeah, Oh yeah." I groaned and shot four loads into the condom. N's hands slid forward and she rested her head on the rumpled sheet. Her ass stayed up in the air with her knees bent, intentionally I didn't and don't know.

I pulled out gently, removed the rubber and tossed it in the garbage. N hadn't moved. I moved my face to her ass, gently spread her cheeks and tongued that tight butt hole. N groaned "Jeeeesus". I don't like to brag, but I got the feeling after-play wasn't something she'd experienced much. The tongue is a strong muscle and I used mine like a finger to push into her ass and then relax it to softly lick the rim. After a couple of minutes N simply fell prone on the bed with a gasp. I hadn't noticed she'd been rubbing her clit and eventually cum again.

Laying on our stomachs we both just looked at each other. "Hi," I whispered.

"It took long enough." N replied.

We stayed in the room for around three hours. Very shortly after our first time we showered separately (there's showering and deep clean showering) and then together. Making our way out of the bathroom we noticed the fragrance we had left. Sweat. N's cum. Musky, delicious ass smell. Stale perfume. It was the hottest thing I've ever smelt.

Back to bed we went, slower, softer this time.

That's another story which will stay only with me.