0 comments/ 297437 views/ 28 favorites A Chance Encounter By: dmcl22 Hi all just give you some back round on who I am before you read my story. My Name is Nicola. I'm 23 and I live in a small suburb outside quite a major city. This story happened when I had just turned 18. I look quite the same now as I did then. About 5'5 long brown hair and 34C-26-32. Finally Friday had arrived. We had planned this weekend for months. A few of my friends and myself were going away for the weekend. We were going to the city. As we live so far outside it we don't get to have nights out in it, but this weekend would be different. Booked into a nice hotel and staying 2 nights we were going to make the most of it. The weekend started with a bang. We got to the hotel and within 30mins all the girls were in the hotel bar laughing, joking and looking like god's greatest invention. (If I do say so myself). Started off on alcho-pops as normal. Stupid we were not. We knew how much we could drink and it wasn't the drink that had us singing, by the time we left the hotel. The next stop! A disco bar just down the road. It would be a bit of a pub-crawl before we got to the nightclub. We hit at least 6 or 7 bars before arriving at one of the cities top spots. No real hassle getting through the door, just the usual groping and ogling that goes on with bouncers. (A little flirt and w wink of an eye never hurt anyone). We were in and the place was jumping. I had a quick look around and there were some very fit guys and girls in this place, but we certainly competed with the best. It felt like 100 pairs of eyes were on us, as we walked to the bar. "6 zambookas please," flew out of sally's mouth and she knew we wouldn't refuse. Light, blow and swallow, our throats were on fire and it went straight to our heads. The next port of call, the dancefloor! Dancing was something we knew we could do no matter how drunk we got. It always sobered us up because once we got on it we never wanted off. This placed played a mixture of songs from the 70's, 80's and 90's. It was a really happy place and everyone seemed in the good mood. I had a feeling the night would run and run and run As we danced a few guys danced around us and we had a dance around a few guys. There was nothing strange or new about that, just getting a feel for the place. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw someone who looked familiar. Was it? Its couldn't be? Yes it was it was my Uncle Daniel. But no sooner had I seen him, he disappeared into the crowd. I ran after him but couldn't find him. By the time I had got back to the girls, Mairead was dancing with one guy, some other guy had his tongue down Sally's throat and the other 3 girls were entertaining themselves by teasing the lads around them. While they occupied themselves I decided I needed to go to the toilet. On my way to the toilets I thought about Daniel. I never called him uncle. He was only 7 years older than I was, and we had always got on very well. But when my family moved from the city to were we live now Daniel and I kind of lost touch. He was about 6ft, with red hair and was huge into sports, so very athletic and fit. Our whole family is really and my grandparent's house is full of trophies and medals. As usual the queue was huge. I'm no prude and decided I just go in the men's. So in I went and straight into the first free cubicle. As usual there were one or 2 other girls in there availing of this and the usual guys who'd give you a bit of shit for doing this, nothing out of the ordinary. On my way out I bumped right into this guy. Apologies followed, as I looked up at him, it was Daniel. And I found myself having to explain why I was coming out of the men's toilets. He just laughed and told me to wait right there until he came out. A few minutes later he appeared with a smile on his face and gave me a big hug. Usual talk followed about how I was, why I was there and the fact that I had seen him earlier. That's when he said, " I have an idea. I won't tell my friends from work you are my niece and you don't tell the girls I am your uncle. If it so happened that we get talking to each other later I don't want anyone too uncomfortable to chat each other up." I thought it was a great idea. As we kissed each other on the cheek, I told him to go over to his friends and that we'd be over in a couple of minutes. I went and pried the girls away from their fun and told them about these older guys I knew. They all seemed very excited by the idea and we made a beeline straight for the guys. Obviously I introduced Daniel first and he made the introductions. Daniel and myself drove the conversation for a while, as everyone got into the swing of things. Everything moved very quickly and before I knew I was talking to Daniel. It was almost like we were drawn to each other in some way. I always felt safe and comfortable around him. We talked about everything from boys, the family, college and his job. Time seemed to go by so quickly talking to him. So, I decided to ask him to go dance. Once on the dancefloor, I saw were I got my moves from. He was such a god dancer. Not flashy moves or anything like that. Just smooth and in time with the rhythm. Something a hell of a lot of guys just didn't seem to get the hang of. He was always a joker and even on the dancefloor he was joking around. Pulling me from this way and that, and doing silly dance moves. Just then the slow sets kicked in. We had no hesitation and began dancing with one another. We were still giggling and laughing together but I just had to put my head on his chest and feel the safety he always brought to me. It felt so great just the way we were and for that moment I didn't want to be anywhere else. I had my hands around his waist hugged closer into him as he ran his hand down my back and the other through my hair. I could also feel something begin to press against my upper leg and lower belly. Thoughts filled my mind. It couldn't be? Damien was getting a hard on? I was old enough to know guys couldn't control that so I just put in out of my mind. Although it did send a tingle up through me to know I had this effect on a guy. The songs began to pick up-tempo and soon some cool r'n'b, or bump and grind music as my friends like to call it, came on. I slowly began to grind my hips into his. All the time feeling his hard on grow against me and he began to pump back. My hands began to run over his chest, arms and hard stomach. His hands roamed al over my back and arms. I turned my back to him and pushed and rubbed my ass against his erection. I reached up behind me, as he caressed my hip and belly, and put my hand on his neck while I turned my head to face him. As our eyes met he planted a passionate kiss on my lips. I didn't pull away and just grind myself more against him. Alarm bells were ringing in my head just as he pulled away. We looked at each other astonished at what just happened. He grabbed my hand and dragged me across the dancefloor to a quiet area of the club. We sat down and were silent for a moment or 2. He looked at me and said with as much shock in his voice as what was on his face, "What the fuck did we just do?" His words hurt me. I felt wonderful at what had just happened. Yeah I was a bit shocked but I looked at him and he made me feel happy. The words he used cut through me like a dagger. All I could say was "What?" "What?" he replied, "What do you mean what?" "I liked it" was my reply. "I really liked Daniel" "No, no, no, we can't be doing that. We just can't. You are my niece. Your mam and dad would kill me" Then little miss courageous piped up with; "They don't have to know" He seemed knocked back by this. I walked towards him and tried to kiss him again. He pulled away shaking his head. So I said "Well if nothings going to happen we have to talk about what just happened and we can't do that here. Lets go" He just shook his head sheepishly and followed me. I found one of the girls and told her I was off to the hotel and not to worry about me, that I was safe with Daniel. Daniel was waiting at the door with my jacket and we left together not saying a word. I took hold of his hand and he did not resist. It seemed things were taken a turn for the better. I put my arm around him and said, "Well?" He didn't reply he just stopped looked at me and planted one mother of a kiss on my lips. My legs nearly buckled. Here I was kissing my uncle who was 7 years my senior. Right at that moment in time I felt so hot as the wetness built in my sex. My pussy and clit were on fire and all I wanted right then was Daniel deep inside me. Like I never wanted anyone before Our kissed stopped. I looked at Daniel and said, "That was so wonderful Daniel. I loved every second of it." He smiled kissed me softly again on the lips and asked, "So what are we going to do now?" A wicked idea was forming in my head as I replied, "Well we've come this far, lets go back to my hotel room." Daniel of course did not object. His cock was doing the thinking for him now and he was in no position to reject me. Within a couple of minutes we reached the hotel and up to the room we went. We ordered a couple of drinks and chatted about nothing really. While Daniel had his drink I'd do a bit of a strip for my horny uncle. The hotel room we were in was quite big and had a state of the art sound system. I turned on s music channel and I straddled him as he sat in the chair. I gyrated on his hips as he reached his free hand around to grab my ass. I swung my leg off the chair and spun around rotating my hips as I stood up. I slowly began to do body curls and move around like w well trained belly dancer. He reached out to touch my ass but I slapped it away as he did. I walked away from him and swung my hips just like a model on a catwalk. Then I bent over keeping my legs straight touching my ankles and I looked at him through them. He was sitting there and had started to rub the outside of his cock. I rubbed my hands from my ankles up to my pussy and gave out low short moan as I touched it. I turned to face him and he had his cock out stroking it. His shaft must have been 7 inches and was long and slim. It made me even wetter knowing he found me so sexy to wank over me. As I faced him I zipped my skirt off and let it fall to the floor. The came my top which I had to pull over my head. I walked over to him and began to unbutton his shirt. As he wriggled out of it I dropped to my knees and slowly began to stroke his long cock. An audible groan could be hard as, I worked my hand up and down his precum soaked fuck stick. I gently placed the tip of it in my mouth and took just the head into my mouth. "mmmmmmm" came out of my mouth I heard Daniel mutter "ohh fuck... Nicola." My head was spinning as I began to pick up speed trying to take my uncle's entire hard dick into my hungry and horny mouth. Slurping noises moans and groans was all that could be heard in this room of incestuous indecency. I reached down to my soaked panties and slipped my hand past the waistband and onto my engorged clit. I rolled my clit around between my 2 fingers and made myself even madder with desire to have my uncles nuts explode in my mouth. That's when I heard my uncle as he started to talk filthy to me. The more I heard the faster I went. "You are so good Nicola... oh fuck suck my hard cock... Mmmmm yeah...ooooohhhhh yeaahhhhhh. Suck your uncles hard cock...take it all in... mmm yeahhhahhh...you are a cock sucking slut... aren't you... Aren't you...you love cock in your mouth...say it say it..." I stopped sucking long enough to get out the words he wanted to hear and I wanted to say, " Yes... yes... I am a cock sucking slut...I am you cock sucking slut of a niece..." And I went straight back to sucking on this hard sock. It didn't take long before he was grunting and ramming his cock deep into my throat and cumming with such force I thought my mouth would explode. By this stage I was ramming three fingers deep into my pussy but I just kept swallowing and I nearly too it all in bar a few little drops that leaked out the edge. I slowed down and let him relax in my mouth and I licked him clean. He pulled me up to him and kissed me hard I'm sure tasting some of his own juices. But I didn't seem to bother him. He would me to take off my panties and I was to lie with my legs open on the bed. He slipped out off his trousers and walked towards me totally naked. Even limp his cock looked ravishing. He slid his head up between my legs looked at my straight in the yes and said, "young niece I am going to suck your cunt until your explode like I did." My reply was swift and as dirty, "oh yeah suck my young cunt, uncle, suck it until I can't take it anymore. Then I want that long cock inside me" He placed one finger either side of my lips and pulled tem apart. His mouth and tongue went straight for my, now very erect, clit. I nearly came when he slipped 2 fingers inside me. In and out went his fingers picking up speed and he sucked harder and harder on my clit. I was not far from the edge. I then felt a well lubricated finger at the edge of my ass. Once it began to make its way in I hit the top and nearly knocked him out as I arched my hips and wrapped my legs around his head. It was the biggest orgasm I ever had and it was followed by a number of smaller ones. I nearly fainted from the force of it. He continued to finger and suck me but he slowed and allowed my to relax. Just as I was beginning to gain some composure I spotted his cock hard again. My desire rose again and I looked my sexy uncle right in the eyes and said, "Well are you going to fuck me with that or is it just going to look pretty?" "Ok my young little slut. You want my cock you'll get my cock," and with that he plunged it right into my soaking wet pussy. I had been with a couple of guys before but this was new. Daniel knew all the right places to touch and just how fast or slow he needed to fuck me. We were kissing passionately looking each other deep in the eyes. I wanted him and he wanted me. Again the 2 of us began shouting and growling profanities at each other, "Oh yeah Uncle Daniel" I said with a cheeky smile, "Fuck your niece, fuck your sisters daughter. Stick that cock deep into my hot pussy. Mmmmmm Fuck me... fuck ... yeassss yeasssss" "mmmmmmm yeah you little hot tramp... you like it...my cock in your cunt... your mothers brother... your granddad son...Your uncle...deep inside that tight pussy. I wanna fill your cunt with my cum" "So, boy... you would like to fuck my sweet ass, would you?" I said as I looked at him with devilish eyes I turned myself on my knees and elbows and he was behind me. He started slapping my ass cheeks now and then... SLAP... SLAP... SLAP... he began pushing his thick hard cock against my flesh, spitting on the head of your cock in between my ass cheeks to get it all slimy. He was pushing it slowly against my secret hole. Our fingers met on my pussy, and I placed my hand on his, rubbing myself with his hand. His other hand reached out to grab one of my bouncing tits. I turned my head over my shoulder; I looked up at him, and said, "Fuck me, Daniel... fuck me now, boy... fuck me in my tight firm ass... i wanna have your dick deep inside me... ahhh... push it... deeper... mmmmhhhh... deeper... ohhhhhh yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..." He didn't last long in this position and I was getting closer and closer. Just as He reached his climax he buried himself right in up to his balls. I let a deafening shriek as we came in unison. I could feel his cum spurting up into my ass. And I was screaming, "Cum in me ass, ooohhh yeah Daniel, cum in your nieces assss, ooohhhhh." With that we both collapsed beside each other on the bed exhausted. As his dick went limp and slid out of my well fucked ass. I could feel his cum already flowing from it. We both looked at each other and smiled; knowing this was not going to be the last time. A Chance Encounter "This is why I love traveling at night.", I said to myself as I went speeding down Interstate 10, heading east through the state of Texas. It was almost 4:00 am., the temperature was perfect, and the stars were twinkling brilliantly through the moon roof. The area that I was crossing wasn't very populated. At this hour of the morning, I had only seen a handful of cars on the highway. I was on my way to interview for a new job in east Texas, and my optimism was running high. This would be a wonderful opportunity for me to start a new life. I was a little nervous about the prospect of moving to a new city where I didn't know a soul, but the job was challenging, it seemed that I had a good shot at it, and the money was definitely right. I couldn't think of any reason not to take it. I drove on for a good while, until I spotted something in the distance. As I drew nearer, I realized that there was a man standing in the middle of the road. "What's someone doing in the road way out here?", I asked myself, out loud. Now, I know better than to stop on the highway, but there was something about this man that told me that it was okay. He was dressed professionally, and standing in the middle of the road trying desperately to flag me down. He didn't appear the least bit menacing, but I decided to be careful, none-the-less. As I pulled my little Eclipse to the side of the road, I rolled the windows up partway and locked the doors. "Thanks for pulling over!" He said with a relieved smile. "My car broke down, and I'm supposed to be at a meeting at 6:30 this morning. As luck would have it, the battery on my cell phone is dead, too. There is no way that I'm gonna make it to the meeting on time. I've been standing out here for a while, but there hasn't been much traffic." "I have a cell phone that you can use." I said, and I handed him my phone through the partially open car window. "Thanks. I'll call my boss and let him know that I'm going to be late for my meeting." He said as he took the phone from me. He placed the call, telling his boss what happened, while I sized him up. He seemed harmless enough. He was also very handsome. He was kind of tall and slender, with blonde hair, beautiful eyes, and an easy smile. I remember thinking that he looked a bit uncomfortable with the shirt and tie that he wore, thinking that this wasn't his style of choice, but something he wore because of his line of work. My mind drifted to what he would look like in a pair of jeans, and then to what he would look like without that pair of jeans. "Thanks for the use of your phone." His voice cut into my thoughts, making me jump. "I don't suppose I could ask another favor? There is a town about 30 miles up the road that has a garage with a wrecker. You think I could bum a ride? I mean if it isn't too much trouble." "I don't normally pick up strangers, but if you are sure that you aren't some sort of serial killer.... Hop in." I said with a smile, and unlocked the car doors. "Great, give me just a second to grab my briefcase." He walked over to his car, retrieved his gear, secured the car, and walked back over to my car. I unlocked the car as he approached. "You might want to put that stuff in the back. These little sports cars don't have a lot of room up front." I said as pulled the release for the hatchback. He put his stuff in the back, and climbed into the passenger seat, loosening his tie at the same time. "My name is Tom." He said, with an outstretched hand. "I'm Linda, nice to meet you Tom. I replied, shaking his hand. We spent the next 30 miles making small talk. When we reached the small town, he gestured toward the garage that faced the main street. I pulled the car in and parked, and waited while he went in to talk to the mechanic. A few minutes later he came out and said, "The guy says that he can go out and get my car in a few minutes, but that it will be tomorrow before he will have the time to do anything with it. I guess I'm going to have to find a place to stay until then." "Or, you could leave your car with him, and I could give you a ride to your meeting. Being late would be better than not showing up at all, right?" I said. "You really wouldn't mind?", He asked. "Actually, I left myself a few extra days, before my interview, to check out the area. Maybe you could give me some suggestions on what to do around here. And tomorrow, we could make the drive back out here and see about your car." "Wow, that's really nice of you. I haven't lived out here that long, and I work a lot of hours, but maybe we could go exploring together." He said. "Then lets get you to your meeting." We drove on together, exchanging stories. I really enjoyed his company. He was intelligent, and funny, and more than a little sexy. I dropped him off at his meeting, and he wasn't even very late when he got there. I gave him my cell phone number, and set out looking for a place to stay for the night. I found a quaint little motel, and checked in. I unloaded my gear from the car, and got settled into the room. As I was looking at my suitcase, I realized that when I had picked Tom up on the side of the road, he had left his luggage in his car. I decided that he wouldn't be comfortable in his work clothes that evening, and went in search of a store to pick up a few things that he might need that night. I picked out a pair of jeans and a gray T-shirt that looked like they would fit. The shoes were a little harder, not knowing his size, so I just estimated as best I could. I picked up some socks, and since I didn't know what he was partial to sleeping in, a pair of silk boxers, gray to match the shirt. I also picked up a toothbrush and a few other incidentals. I went back to the room and took a shower and changed my clothes. I had just finished getting dressed when my cell phone rang. It was Tom, telling me that his meeting had broken up early. I told him that I would be there to pick him up shortly. When I got to where the meeting was, he was waiting outside for me. As he got into the car, I gave him the package with the new clothes I had bought for him. "What's this?" He asked. "I hope you don't mind, but I realized that you left all your stuff in your car this morning, so I took the liberty of picking up a few things I thought you could use. I had to guess on the sizes, though. I hope they are okay." "I hadn't even thought of that!" "I don't know where you were planning on staying tonight, but I found this cute little motel and got a room." "I had reservations at a hotel, but it is pretty far away. It would probably be easier if I just get a room in the same motel where you're staying." He said. "Well, then let's get you checked in and we can have some dinner." By the time that he had showered and changed, the sun was almost down. The sky was painted with a palette of beautiful colors ranging from the deepest crimson to the brightest yellow, which is common for this part of the country. When he stepped out of the room, I surveyed his outfit, and noted that I had done a good job in guessing his size. In fact, the cut of the jeans I had picked out for him accented a very nice, tight little ass. "I asked around, and there is a nice little pub just up the street. I hear that they serve a mean steak. Sound good to you?" "I'm starving. It sounds great." He said. We sat across from one another at a quiet corner table, and had a few drinks while we waited for our dinner to arrive. I couldn't believe how comfortable we were together. Maybe it was that, or the drinks, but before I knew it, my shoe was off, and I was tracing a line from Tom's knee slowly up to his crotch. It wasn't hard to see that he was thinking along the same lines that I was. By the time my toes made contact with his cock, it was already hard. We kept the conversation going while I played with him, not giving any of the other restaurant patrons any clue what was going on under our table. After a few minutes, Tom excused himself, and went to the restroom. When he came back, he took a seat next to me, in the corner of the room. From this vantage point, we could see the whole room. I guess that Tom decided that turnabout was fair play, and laid his hand on the inside of my knee. As we continued to make conversation, he slid his hand up the inside of my thigh until he reached the hem of my skirt. At this point, he paused and looked me right in the eye, as if he was asking me if it was okay to go further. I matched his gaze, letting him know I was ready to play, and his hand pushed my skirt up along my thigh until his little finger rested in the crook of my leg. The look on his face was priceless as I shifted my weight, parting my legs slightly, and he realized that I wasn't wearing any underwear. He ran his hand down and traced his middle finger back up the length of my pussy. It was strange, and exciting, feeling what he was doing, and knowing that he and I were the only ones in the room that knew what was going on. I reached over and carefully undid the button on the front of his jeans, and took note of the fact that his cock was already straining against the silk boxers I had picked out for him earlier in the day. I worked his zipper down, and slid my hand inside the waistband of his boxers, and lightly stroked the head of his cock. He leaned over, kissed my neck, and whispered something in my ear, "We better get out of here, or I am going to lift you up on this table, right here, right now, and show everyone in this room just how much I want you." "As intriguing as that sounds, I'm not sure the management would approve of the floor show. Let's get out of here." I replied. We rearranged ourselves, paid the check, and took our leave, in each other's arms. On the way back to the motel, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. We parked the car, and headed toward the room. To get to the room, we had to pass by the pool at the little motel. It was a beautiful night out, this guy was hot, and I was already more than a little horny. As we reached the little gate to the pool area, I steered him toward the wall that enclosed the patio. I backed him up against the wall, and leaned in toward him. We kissed passionately, alternately sucking and gently biting each other's lower lips. Our tongues mingled with one another, darting in and out of each other's mouths. The kiss left me so breathless that I had to pull away. I pulled him by the hand through the gate, into the pool area. This time, I backed up against the wall. He leaned in, wrapped his arm around my waist, and lifted me onto the little wall that surrounded the pool. Again, we were kissing. His hand slid up under my shirt, and he cupped one breast in his hand. His other hand slid my shirt up, and his mouth closed over my other nipple. I bit into his shoulder to stifle a moan. The sensation of his mouth as he nibbled was so warm, so wet, I couldn't help but arch my back to meet his hungry mouth. He pushed my skirt up my thighs, feeling the garter belt that held up my stockings. He slid his hand between my thighs, parting my legs so that he could stand between them. He pressed into me, and I felt how hard he was. I could feel his pulse throbbing through the front of his jeans. I reached down and undid his buttons, and his cock sprang free. I wrapped my legs around him as he slowly slid into me, until I could feel his balls pressed against my ass. I held him there for a moment, feeling his hard, silky cock throbbing and pulsating inside me. He pulled back from me until just the head of his cock was inside me, and then took another slow stroke into me. He started to fuck me with long, deliberate strokes, right there, under the beautiful Texas sky. Each thrust was more urgent. Each stroke was harder, faster. I could feel myself soaring towards an intense climax. I reached down and caressed his balls, squeezing them gently. "Oh, God....", he moaned, as I felt him shoot load, after sticky load, of cum deep inside my pussy, which was enough to send me over the top. I wrapped my legs more tightly around his waist as I came, and my pussy milked the last drops of cum from him. Just then, a couple came around the corner from where the office was. The man was carrying an ice bucket, and asked if we knew where the ice machine was. Tom managed to give them directions, which was good, because I was still beyond speech. They headed off down the sidewalk in the direction the Tom had pointed them in. As soon as we were sure that they were out of earshot, we both started giggling. "Boy, that was close!" Tom said. Let's go for a swim." I said. "We don't have suits." He replied. "After that, I need something to cool me off. Besides, it's late. Almost no one is out. I can't believe you are worried about it after what we just did!" I said, laughing, and started peeling off my clothes. "You can join me, or just sit there and watch, if you prefer." I slid my stockings down, and off. Off came the black skirt, and the black tank top that I was wearing, revealing a black bra and a matching and garter belt. "These are silk, so I better not get them wet." I slipped off my under-things and dove into the pool. And, there on the side of the pool sat Tom, looking quite surprised, and a little intrigued. I'm sure that the light in the pool gave him quite an interesting view. "Are you crazy?" "The water feels wonderful. You should really come in." I teased. After a few mumbled protests, he said, "What the hell?" and shinnied out of his clothes. He dove under the water and came up right in front of me. "You're right. The water feels great. But, not as good as this....", he said as he wrapped his arms around me. But, that's another story. A Chance Encounter The strangest things that you can think up never match up to real life. I was out at a favorite bar sitting with the manager who was a friend and customer of mine and having a couple of drinks. It was a Thursday and not much was going on. Now I'm not a big country music listener, which is what they played here, but I love to two step and waltz. So far this evening I had asked a couple of women to dance and had been refused. I think this was probably because I had come straight from work and was wearing suit pants and my dress shirt with an open collar. Not very "cowboy" like...not that anyone ever accused me of being one in the first place. After a bit I was introduced to a newcomer at our table named Linda. We exchanged the usual pleasantries, mentioned our jobs and such and then proceeded to join in the conversation going on with the others at the table. Linda was about 36 with auburn hair, and about 36C+ tits. Her jeans were tight enough to be sprayed on. She was not ingénue pretty, but I kept on looking again and again. I got up and asked another woman to dance at another table and was turned down again. Now I'm no Redford, but I'm not terribly hard to look at. I'm big, 6' 4" and weigh about 235. I'm 32 and in reasonably good shape. I just don't look cowboy and none of the ladies seemed to be interested in dancing with someone who so obviously wasn't "country". I came back to the table shrugging my shoulders and saying I just should break down and buy some boots and a cowboy hat as it appeared that this was the only way that I could get a dance. A couple of the folks at the table laughed, including Linda. She asked me if I knew how to dance and I said that a wonderful lady 10 years my senior had taught me how. She was so good that she followed all of my mistakes and gave me the confidence that I needed to not step on her feet more than once a night. Well the song "Tight Fitten' Jeans" had just started and Linda said, "Let's go do it." I grabbed her hand and we headed for the floor. Now this dance floor was like that in so many small clubs in town, about the size of a postage stamp. Fortunately, though, since it wasn't very busy we had it to ourselves. In about 5 steps I had my right leg between hers and we were flying around the floor. She was a great dancer!! She felt good too. I used my thigh to lead her when I was going forward and my hand placed just above the curve of her beautifully shaped butt to "pull" her when I was going backward. We spun well and we both were enjoying it. When the song ended we were both a little flushed and a touch winded. The next tune was a beautiful slow waltz so we waltzed 'til it ended. This was very close and I just got hotter and hotter. My cock was at half mast, held in check only by my Jockeys. The lump was pressed warmly against her belly and I'm sure she had taken notice. Those tits were pressed against me and I can guarantee you that I noticed! They felt just great. When the song ended, I was feeling the need for some cooling off, so I suggested we return to the table and our drinks. I bought her another Pinsch and water and I renewed my Jack and water. We talked about absolutely nothing and I held her hand under the table. That put my hand in contact with her thigh, right above her left knee. I idly and gently stroked the inside of the thigh through the jeans with one finger, occasionally trailing the finger higher on the thigh. She sorta stopped this by gently placing her hand on top of mine. At one point she said "Not on the first night and definitely not here!" Now that was as logical as anything you ever heard, but you know what happens when you start thinking with the little head instead of the big one. We danced a few more dances and it was getting late. At the conclusion of the last dance, I was kissing soft lips that opened readily to allow my tongue to gently dance over her lips and teeth. Her tongue followed up and pressed forward into my mouth. I loved it. At this point we had to break this up before we got the place raided. Her nipples were standing out through the bra and blouse, just begging to be sucked. At least that's how they looked to me. Linda told me that her work day started at 7:00 (sheesh, early!) and that she'd better leave. I thought I'd better too, actually. I wasn't sloppy drunk, but I was buzzed and the night was getting short. I offered to walk her to her car and she accepted. This club was in a hotel so there were halls around the club and so forth and we wound up sitting on a chair nearby groping each other silly. I was pressing her tit with my left hand while the heel of my right pressed gently against the jeans-covered mound of her cunt. Time out again. We needed to move or we would get arrested. We straightened our clothing and walked out to the parking lot. We told each other we'd had fun and would like to go out again. We reached her car and I opened the door for her. She got in and rolled down the window. I leaned in and kissed those magnificent lips and we just kept on and on, getting real hot in the process. I put my left hand on her right tit and cupped it gently, pulling up on it a little. She moaned against my tongue and my brains went away. This continued for a few moments and I pulled away to look up and see if some police officer was enjoying the show. None were. In fact the parking lot was deserted (luckily!!!). In an absolute flash of male piggishness I reached down, pulled down my fly and fished out about 8+ inches of hot, hard, drooling cock. I just leaned my dick in the door. I couldn't believe it when a hot wet mouth engulfed the end of it and her hand came out the window to grab my butt and pull me in. God she was good. Licking and sucking and sliding my cock into the back of her throat. Well I was so hot it wasn't 2 minutes and I said, "God, Linda I'm gonna cum, NOW!" She never hesitated, just pulled back a little so the head was in her mouth and licked under the head and sucked hard. I just exploded. One hard squirt of come after another splashed into her mouth and throat and she swallowed it right down. She sucked it till I was softening and left it clean as a whistle. I could hardly stand, but I leaned in and kissed her deeply, thanking her and wanting her right then; wanting to return the favor, wanting to fuck her so badly. She was embarrassed, though. It was not her way to do anything remotely like this on the first night. I guess she'd had more to drink than either of us realized. It an uncomfortable moment for both of us. She drove off quickly and I made my way back home. Epilogue: It took me about another week and a half, but I finally got her to let me make dinner for her. She had really been embarrassed by the way she lost control and didn't really trust me at all. I couldn't blame her, just try to change her mind. I had asked to take her out to dinner, but she wasn't interested. When I offered to cook for her, though, she agreed. It was the beginning of a friendship that has lasted years. We're intimate when there is no one else for either of us and it has been wonderful. A Chance Encounter My first year of college was rough in many ways. The classes were harder than I expected, the freedom was more difficult to manage, and the relationships too hard to maintain. I had kept a long distance relationship with my high school sweetheart, but it died near the end of classes. I was very depressed that summer and very lonely. I worked ridiculous overtime at two different restaurants to make money for school and I had no time for carousing with friends or looking for dates. It was a chance encounter that changed my romantic prospects in a hurry. My mother had asked me to run to the mall to return a pair of shoes, I think, and I was tired from working late the previous night. I stomped through the mall, barely looking up as I passed the teeming throngs of people. When I did look up, I wished I hadn’t. I recognized immediately a guy from my high school, Kyle. He wasn’t my friend, but was close to a few of my other friends, so we knew each other. He was completely annoying. I hate to label myself as a homophobe or even as being prejudiced against homosexuals, but he just gave me the creeps. He wasn’t just gay, he was Broadway showgirl gay, loud and sassy and all about being gay. It just bugged me to be around him and I had no desire to chat with the guy here in the mall. I averted my gaze quickly and tried to ignore him as we passed, but I was recognized by the person walking with him. In my haste to ignore Kyle I had not noticed that he was walking with someone. A hand caught my shirt and my eyes swung up to see Jane, a girl I knew from school. Jane had been a year behind me in school though she was only a few months younger than me. She was a pretty little thing with a bright, joyful smile and infections good nature. She also had a great pair of legs and an ass I had admired for years. “Hey stranger!” she said, hitting me with that smile. “Oh! Hi Jane. I didn’t see you there. How are you?” We chatted for a little while with Kyle obviously bored and annoyed at being ignored. He complained a little to Jane and she banished him to go talk to his gay friend at the Piercing Pagoda. He was pissed, but left anyway. I couldn’t tell you what we talked about now. I’m sure it was all innocuous and boring stuff about what we had been doing for the last year. She told stories about people I might have known still back in high school and I told her some things about college. The subjects we covered were completely overshadowed by something else that was happening between us. I should say, something that was happening to me. I don’t know if she felt any of this, but I had a very intense feeling of arousal from talking to her. We had never dated but we had been casual friends in school. I had admired her but never thought seriously of getting together with her. Now, as she paid full attention to me, I was getting a strong sexual vibe from her. I can’t describe why, but she was giving me this impression that she was completely into me and anything I had to say, and that she really wanted to be alone with me. But it wasn’t anything she said, and that is why it was so odd. Perhaps her body language tipped me off, or that she stood very close to me, or her scent, or any number of subtle things, but I had the very strong impression that she wanted to spend time with me. I had been without female companionship for a few months at that point and I was certainly in need of a fix, but the instant and intense feeling here was dumbfounding. I caught myself babbling about almost nothing a few times and had to keep my mind on the conversation. She wore a nice tight denim skirt that showed her legs, hips and small waist off well and I kept stealing glances at them. I’m sure she caught me every time, too. We walked around the mall for a while as this feeling intensified for me. I was trying to think of a way to prolong the experience, but I had to get home to get ready for my next shift and I had to say goodbye. We traded phone numbers and I left, barely able to walk with the bulge in my boxers. I was consumed with thoughts of Jane as I went home and changed for work. I was sloppy all night at the pizza shop, preoccupied with thoughts of her face smiling at me, and visions of her naked legs wrapped around me. I had never before had such strong and persistent mental images of a woman. Sure, I had had crushes and infatuations, but the images were so very clear this time it was unlike anything I had experienced before. Her smell, the feel of her touch, her voice, all assaulted my senses as I tried to concentrate on making pizzas. Finally the night was over and I drove home exhausted from the strain. I showered briefly and then went to bed at almost 1 in the morning. The visions were even more profound now that I had nothing else to think about, and as was fairly common for me I started to masturbate myself to sleep. I have noticed through long years of practice and research that masturbation is best when the mental image and desire is most clear. I couldn’t ask for a clearer mental image of her, and with my eyes mashed shut I saw every detail. She was sitting on top of me, her slender torso rising up from the bed, her long legs tucked under her and to either side of me. Her skin was cool but my penis was hot inside her. She smiled at me as she moved her hips and ran a hand through her long blonde hair. I didn’t last long at all, and before I could do anything about it I had the most explosive orgasm I had ever given myself. My first contraction launched over my shoulder and onto the bed, arcing high over me. The next one landed on my chest, and the rest flowed out in a chaotic mess all over my belly. Wow! I had never done anything like that. I knew I came much more after a long drought, but this was as if I had actually had sex with her, not just jerked off to some inferior “maintenance” orgasm. I was paralyzed, and still the vision of her danced in my head. I cleaned up quickly and tried to go to sleep. I called her the next day, early, and asked her to go out to a park with me for a picnic lunch. She readily agreed and we made plans for me to pick her up. The park surrounded a large reservoir and was a lovely place, and during the warm summer it was a popular destination. All the picnic benches were filled, so Jane and I went out into the middle of one of the large fields and spread out or picnic blanket. We chatted and flirted, and I complemented her on her lovely skirt. Again, she had worn a tight little denim skirt that showed her long legs well. She blushed a little and thanked me, telling me I looked nice too. I had been working out a lot at college so I was a fair amount more muscular than I had been when we last saw each other in high school. I hoped she liked it, and she apparently did. A tone point I saw a daddy long-legs spider crawling on her leg. I knew she was deathly afraid of spiders so I distracted her. I reached up and cupped her face in my hand in an intimate kind of touch, which shielded her view of the spider. With the other hand I brushed the creature off. We both jumped at my touch on her leg. I let my other hand drop and then answered her questioning look by telling her about the spider. She was thankful of my discretion, but remained very jittery. I think she was like that because of my touch, not the insect. We ate our sandwiches and tossed a Frisbee around for a while, but the heat of the day became oppressive and we retreated to a shady area and stretched out on the blanket. I lay down first and she lay perpendicular to me with her head on my belly. I enjoyed her proximity, and I think she enjoyed mine. We lay there and watched the clouds for a while as I played with her hair, eliciting occasional sounds of appreciation from her and a constant smile. Her touch was so suggestive, as if we were on a predetermined path to some physical interaction and we were just marking time until it happened. Eventually she sat up and propped herself up over me with an arm on the other side of me. We watched each other’s faces for a little while and made small talk. “This is nice. I like it here,” she said. “Me too. I’m glad we came here.” “Thanks for lunch. Anything I can do to repay you?” “Oh, I’m sure you can think of something.” “Probably. You really look good, you know? I’m serious, you obviously work out a lot.” “I do, at college. Not much opportunity at home since I work all the time. I’m lucky to have today off to spend with you.” “I’m glad you chose to give me your free time.” “Me too. I can’t think of a better way to have spent this day.” “No?” She raised an eyebrow at me in a suggestive way. “Well, maybe. But I figured this was good for a first date.” “And what’s good for a second date?” “I’m sure I can think of something.” “If you can’t I can.” Again, the double meaning was not at all veiled. We continued this chatter for a while, probing with verbal hints at each other’s desires. It seemed she was nearly as taken with me as I was with her, and by the time we had to leave I was having to hide the bulge in my pants. I had to go back to work that evening so it was with regret that I dropped her off at her house and watched her sexy ass walk away from me through the doorway. I had to work morning and evening shift for the next 2 weeks and was unable to see Jane for that time. It was maddening, especially when I called her and she continued the word play. She was making it fairly plain that she wanted to be with me, though I was uncertain as to her final desires. I didn’t know her well enough to speculate on her sexual activities. I was worried that she might be more smoke than fire, but I had to find out. I was eventually able to get a full day off and I called Jane to set up our second date. I suggested another picnic, but told her I had not had time to make up the lunches so I would bring her back to my place and we could do it together. She quickly agreed, and I picked her up around 10 in the morning. Again she wore a skirt. I knew she was showing off for me, as this one was shorter than the rest and was in danger of being a mini-skirt. It was black and tight and incredibly sexy. She climbed into the car with a look I could almost call mischievous, but said little as I drove her to my place. We sat on the couch and talked for a while, and all the sexual tension was still there in full force. I was normally smoother than this, but for some reason she completely knocked me off balance and I was having trouble getting to the point. I hemmed and hawed about it for a while, even ascribing an accusation to the dog that even he wanted me to get on with it. So I did. “Jane, I need to say something and I hope this is OK with you. I just got out of a long distance relationship and it was terrible. We both cheated on each other and hurt each other badly and I refuse to get into another one. Because of that, I am not ready to date you on a regular basis. I can’t be your boyfriend.” “Ok. And?” “Well, I really want to take you upstairs and take your clothes off.” I put my hand on her bare knee. “I want to make love to you so bad it hurts.” “Then what are you waiting for?” Now the smile was without a doubt fully mischievous, as if she had known this was going to happen from the beginning. I took her by the hand and lead her up to my room. I closed the door and we stood, face to face by my bed. I reached for her blouse and undid the buttons, while she went after my belt. Her shirt hit the floor a moment before my belt and I started removing her bra and she pulled up my T-shirt. We continued to undress each other until we stood, completely naked, before each other. She was lovely, her long legs swelling to her curvy hips, then up to her slender waist and petite chest. She was small breasted, but it worked wonderfully for her. It made her look streamlined, slim, and sexy. Everything about her screamed at me to take her. Her smell, her stance, the look in her eyes, all of it invited me to partake to my content. I stepped in and we embraced. We kissed for the first time with our bodies pressed together. She tasted wonderful and her tongue showed just the right amount of eagerness in mingling with mine. My hands fell down quickly to hold her lovely ass and I held it firmly, pressing her into me. My erection was near full and pressed in between us, thrilling at the touch of her cool skin. We were both yearning for sex, and we broke the embrace. I sat her down on the edge of the bed and went to my knees before her, then lifted her legs up to gaze into her tender regions. She did not resist me as I leaned in and breathed on her, nuzzling into her to make my intentions clear. She purred a little sound of approval and I went ahead. I kissed her inner thigh several inches down, then gave a passionate little love bite. I switched to the other leg and flickered my tongue a little higher, then kissed again. She was squirming a little now with anticipation, and so was I. I wanted to do this right and give her the best I could, but the need to be inside her was overwhelming. I rushed the foreplay and put my tongue on her clitoris, causing her to jump a little. I slowly mashed the flat of my tongue over the area, forcing my heat onto her and moving her clit around. I then dragged my tongue down to her opening and playfully poked around a bit, not plunging in but stimulating the area. She responded with more squirming and a hand on my head, caressing my hair. She started to moan a little, and the sound amplified my own needs to feel her. Again I hurried the act and plunged my tongue into her as deep as I could, the tip of my nose poking near her clit. I wiggled my head, stimulating her in multiple ways, and was rewarded with a clenched hand in my hair and a gasp of pleasure. This was happening far too fast, but she seemed to be keeping up with me just fine. I removed my tongue and flickered it across her clit for a moment, drawing a squeal of surprise, but I had no more patience for this. I stood up and held out my hand to her. She took it and I pulled her to her feet. I tried to wipe my mouth on my arm, not knowing how she would feel about kissing me now, but she didn’t hesitate to throw her mouth onto mine in a passionate kiss. She was obviously as needy as I for the completion of this tryst. “I want to you be on top,” I told her. “Good, I like that.” I dropped to the bed and scooted over to give her room to climb on. She straddled me quickly, throwing one sexy leg over me and resting her weight on my pelvis. My penis was flat on my belly and she rubbed her juices up and down the shaft for a moment, smiling playfully. She couldn’t wait, though. She leaned forward, one hand on my chest and the other between us to lift my penis to her opening. I slid in easily and completely as she settled down onto me. I grunted loudly with delight and her lovely face went serene in pleasure. She sat there unmoving for a moment, then bent down to lie on top of me. We kissed as I started thrusting into her. She was tight and wet and felt as amazing as I had hoped she would. Our faces were engulfed in a tent of her long blonde hair, an added intimacy to our sexual tryst. Every woman has at least one thing that sets her apart, something special about her that gains my attention. Sometimes it is obvious, but more often it is subtle. With Jane there were many things; the feel of her flesh, the smell of her body, the way she moved, and of course her incredible legs. Jane’s skin was cool, soft, and very smooth. My fingers danced across the flesh of her long slender back, down to her curved buttocks to pull her harder onto me, or up to her shoulders to pull her kiss deeper into me. It was quiet, gentle, playful even. She sat up and we looked at each other for a short time. Her hands moved idly around my chest as she smiled at me. Her happy demeanor and openness made this seem like much less of an illicit or dangerous act and more like a playful romp, two people sharing something fun and positive. I’m not sure what tipped me off, a sound or the feeling of movement, but I had a sudden fear that one f my parents had come home early. I rolled Jane off me and went to the window. Sure enough, my mother was home. We dressed quickly and quietly, both very upset that we couldn’t conclude our business, but barely concealing giggles about being caught. I smuggled her out of the house and took her home. We kissed deeply in her driveway and promised to plan better next time. Upon returning home my mother was a little upset but put it in the “we shall never talk of this again” file. Forces conspired against us the rest of the summer and I only saw her one more time before I had to go back to college. We did manage a few meetings, but the miles between us were a difficult barrier. A few months later she called off our fun as she had found a guy to marry. I was disappointed but I understood. I knew I was in no position to make that kind of commitment to anyone, and at that point in my life I wasn’t ready to make much of a commitment to her. We fell out of touch by the next spring. Life has a funny way of throwing curves at you. Jane would return to my life two more times in out-of-the-blue ways. The last time, a few years ago, I decided not to let her get away again. A Chance Encounter Copyright 2004 by 'JollyRancher’ (All rights reserved) This is a story of mild male to male bondage. If this offends you, you are under 18 or it is illegal in your country, please close the file and leave now. Otherwise, read on and enjoy! Ever since my wife of 30 years lost interest in sex, I have, to a great extent, replace conventional sex with "toys" and self manipulation. My collection of toys was pretty tame at first. A couple of dildos for my ass, some cock rings, a few clothes pins and an occasional vegetable seemed entertaining enough. As time passed, I began to crave more and more stimulation and started concentrating on anal play and CBT. Although I was never into real pain, a little "ouch" seemed to multiply the intensity of my orgasms. In two years time, my collection completely filled a large drawer in the base of my waterbed and overflowed into a couple of other places. Nearly every "playtime" included some form of abuse to my balls, usually either stretching the scrotum thru the use of straps or stainless weights or seeing how much weight I could stand to hang from them with a parachute. Another frequent endeavor was to see how much I could dilate my asshole. Before my wife lost interest, she would finger my ass while sucking my cock or jacking me off and occasionally she would end up working her entire hand inside my ass. The most intense orgasms I have ever experienced were the result of her having her hand inside my ass and my cock in her mouth. I used items like large dildos, cans, bottles and finally an enormous rubber hand in an effort to duplicate the feeling, but it was never quite the same. There is, unfortunately, a limit to what one can do to, and with, oneself and I eventually reached the point that there seemed to be nothing new to try. Little did I know at the time, but my limits were to be tested and surpassed in ways that I had never dreamed of courtesy of a man named Jim. A chance meeting on the golf course and more than a few beers afterward led to me telling him all about my non-existent sex life with the wife and my somewhat unusual ways of satisfying myself. Jim confessed that he was divorced and also suffered from a lack of sex and had engaged in many of the same activities as I enjoyed. An invitation to stop by his house on the way home was quickly accepted and within minutes I was entering his rather modest home. Over some cold beer on his deck, he asked me if I would share some of the things that I did with myself in the hope that he could pick up some new things to do. I related some of the milder things that I engaged in but he seemed excited nonetheless as a hardon was plainly visible in his golf shorts. Some of the things I described he simply nodded at as if he had already thought of it while other things seemed to really interest him. He then asked me if I had ever taken pictures of myself while playing and I admitted that I had...hundreds of them. He sort of chuckled and remarked that we seemed to have a lot in common. The conversation was really getting interesting and I wanted to continue it, but had other obligations and told him that I needed to leave. He smiled at me and asked if I was interested in some playtime with him. That was an opportunity that I was not going to let escape and since the wife was going to visit her mother the following weekend, we quickly made plans for the next Saturday. We parted with a handshake and an exchange of e-mail addresses. When I checked my email that evening, I found a message from Jim and some pictures of him naked except for a cockring and some clothespins on his nipples. I sent a message back to him and included a few of myself playing with similar things. During the course of the week, our emails became more and more explicit and kinky until by Friday I was sending him pictures of myself with my asshole stretched to impossible limits, my balls distended by weights and some of me inserting sounds in my cock. Needless to say, I was eagerly anticipating our meeting the next day and my mind was so filled with possible scenarios that I could hardly sleep that night. Early the next morning, I found another email from him that made me so hot I could barely stand it but also a little hesitant. He said that if I was interested in discovering what my limits were that I should plan to be at his house all day and possibly that night. He also suggested that I not eat breakfast but rather just start drinking all the water that I could and piss as often as I needed to. He also told me that I should give myself several enemas, taking in as much as I could stand each time. I knew from experience that the purpose of drinking large amounts of water and pissing often was to keep the piss from being too strong and since I loved giving myself enemas, following his instructions was a pleasure, but the thought of finding out what my limits were gave me a funny feeling. As soon as the wife left at eight, I began giving myself the enemas. I use one of the old red rubber bags and after a few times to clean my system out, I can usually hold a full bag and most of another. After several of the full enemas, nothing came out but clear water and since I had not eaten anything since early evening, I felt sure that my system was completely empty. I had began drinking water as soon as I read his email and by the time I finished with the enemas, I was to the point where I could stand at the toilet pissing and drinking at the same time like it was going straight thru me. By the time I had shaved my face, cock, balls and ass and showered, it was time to leave so I grabbed a change of clothes and hit the door. It was only about a twenty minute drive to his house, but by the time I got there my bladder felt like it was ready to burst. Jim greeted me at the door wearing only a pair of nylon gym shorts and ushered me to the deck and motioned for me to sit down. I told him that I really needed to piss first but he said to wait just a few minutes that we needed to talk. He asked if I had thought about what he had said about finding my limits and if I was serious about it and I told him that I was. I thought it was odd the he immediately asked me again if I was absolutely certain and I affirmed that I was. He then told me that once we started, I would have no control whatsoever over what happened, nor could I call it off or leave. He then said that he had done this many times with other men and that he would not cause any permanent damage nor leave any marks at all and that I would leave his house with a new evaluation of myself. I had read about such scenes and knew that persons involved usually always had a "safe word" that they could use if needed and I asked Jim if we were going to decide on one. He said that we would not need one, that he could tell when something was too much and would back off as needed and that if I wanted to do this that I would have to trust him. I couldn't bring myself to say it, so I just looked him in the eyes and nodded. I would have agreed to almost anything by then just so I could go relieve my bladder. We stood, shook hands, and he invited me to join him in the "playroom". I watched as he unlocked a large door and wondered to myself if I was entering the gates of Hell... and I wasn't far wrong! As my eyes became adjusted to the semi-darkness, the room began to look like a cross between a doctor's office and a kitchen. Cabinets with doors completely filled one wall. Along another wall were more cabinets and a sink and countertop. In the middle of the tile floor was an exam table like one would find in a doctor's office along with several roll around carts and IV bag holders. Hanging on a third wall were all kinds of instruments of pleasure and torture, some I recognized but most I did not. The fourth wall was covered with mirrored glass from floor to ceiling. As I stood in the middle of the floor and holding my belly to keep from pissing myself, he looked at me and asked if I was ready to begin. I nodded! The first words out of his mouth were an order to undress, and be quick about it. I was wearing only sandals, shorts and a tee shirt so it didn't take long until I was as naked as the day I was born. While I was undressing, he retrieved from the wall a leather band about four inches wide with smaller bands at the sides that I realized were cuffs. This was quickly fastened loosely around my midsection and I felt my wrists being fastened into the cuffs. As soon as my wrists were secured, he pulled the band tight into my belly and I felt piss run down my legs as it was literally squeezed out of me. This seemed to make him instantly mad and he slapped my face hard and told me that I was not to do ANYTHING without permission and that I was to be punished. I was forcibly bent over the exam table and my legs were kicked wide open. I started to raise my head and look at him when suddenly my ass was on fire from the first strike of the wooden paddle. I couldn't help but let loose a little more piss and upon noticing this he swung the paddle again! Five times my ass absorbed the shock and each time more piss puddled on the floor. His remark that obviously I couldn't follow the simplest of directions was followed by an order to climb up on the table and the statement that he KNEW how to keep me from pissing myself. It took a while, but I managed to get on the padded table and on to my back. Jim then grabbed my legs and pulled me down to the point where my ass was barely on the table and my legs were hanging off. My legs hanging off the end increased the pressure on my insides but his threat of another slap encouraged me to somehow keep from pissing any more. From under the table he swung out some stirrups like doctors use for female patients and roughly shoved my legs up and back until my heels were in place. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me farther down till my ass was hanging over the edge a little then secured my body to the table with two wide leather straps then my feet to the stirrups with smaller straps making it impossible to move anything but my head and neck. Once secured to the table, he elevated the stirrups some more and then swiveled them out as far as he could. I watched as he walked over to one of the cabinets and instantly the room was flooded with light so bright it hurt my eyes. It took a second to realize that the ceiling was also covered with mirrors and I saw the image of myself on the table, spread open like a Thanksgiving turkey. Jim removed several things from the cabinet and placed them in a roll around cart which he pushed back over to the end of the table. As he picked up a package and tore it open, I recognized that it was a balloon catheter. He looked at me and said "THIS will keep you from pissing unless I want you to". He retrieved a tube of KY jelly with one hand and grabbed my now flaccid cock with the other. With his thumb and forefinger he spread the little hole in my cock open and held the end of the tube tight against it and squeezed. I had played with sounds before and recognized the slight burning sensation as the jelly filled my urethra. He kept squeezing until I could feel it expanding my urethra and trying to force itself into my bladder. I felt my cockhead being tightly pinched to keep the KY inside me and then the catheter being forced down inside. I yelped when it reached the sphincter and forced its way inside but there was no relief because he had clamped off the tube. As he began inflating the balloon to keep it in place, my bladder really started to hurt and I started thrashing around and telling him that I had had enough and wanted to quit NOW! He said "I thought as much" and retrieved a ball gag from the cart and shoved it in my mouth, effectively silencing any protests from me. He then said that since I seemed to really be in pain, the he would let some out and relieve the pressure. For that I was truly thankful until I saw him attach a long piece of clear tubing to the catheter. I knew then that the only relief I would get would be to drink from myself! He walked to the head of the table carrying the tube, pulled the gag from my mouth and stuck the tube in. The instant he released the clamp, piss started shooting from the tube with the force of a fire hose. I tried to stop it with my tongue over the hole but could not. With his admonition that I better not spill any ringing in my ears, I started swallowing as fast as I could but kept choking and gagging so he clamped it off again. Even though I had swallowed quite a bit, the pressure in my bladder started building again almost immediately. Jim then said that since he had other things to do besides giving me a drink, he would let me take care of that part. From the table he removed a roll of old fashioned white hospital tape about two inches wide. The gag was removed and quickly several strips of tape were placed over my mouth. A small hole was made in the center and the piss tube forced thru it and into my mouth. The clamp was placed in my hand and I was told that I was responsible for deciding when to relieve the pressure in my bladder but that everything that came out of there went into my mouth. With a little laugh he said something about "recycling"... I could only wonder what the "other things" that he had to do might be. As I looked up at the ceiling and saw myself lying on the exam table strapped down with my legs spread wide and a tube from my cock to my mouth I couldn't help but be afraid of what I had gotten myself into. A man whom I hardly knew now had complete authority over me and all of my bodily functions and I was powerless to prevent him from doing anything he wanted to me. Jim left the room for a minute and returned pushing another cart with a large monitor on it and carrying a tripod and camera. "I like to record my adventures so I can review them later. I think that you will find that the best way to keep the pressure in your bladder to a manageable level is to adjust the flow to a constant trickle and keep swallowing. Now I am going to do some things to your balls that you may not like at first, but will come to enjoy very much before we are thru." He set up the camera so that it was pointed up between my legs, attached the leads to the monitor and rolled it up by my head and I was provided a close-up view of my obscenely wide spread crotch. The urethra on the underside of my cock was bulging out all along its length because of the catheter and my hairless balls hung loosely in their sack, almost covering my asshole which was stretched partially open because of my legs being spread so wide. His first touch on my balls was a gentle as any woman’s, lifting them in his hand as if weighing them and then each one individually, rolling them around with his fingertips. Then he took one ball in each hand, pulling them to the side and down and commenting on how much he liked low hanging balls and that after tonight they would hang just a little bit lower! I have always loved having my balls pulled but his steadily increasing stretch soon became quite painful and it began to feel as if he were pulling my eyeballs back into my head. Moaning and groaning was next to impossible with my mouth taped shut and full of piss and I thought that I might pass out from the pain when he suddenly released them and let them fall. I was almost afraid to look at the monitor for fear that he had pulled them loose. They appeared to be ok, but quite red. The next item he selected from the cart was a leather ball stretcher, much like the one I had at home but about three inches in width. When he circled under my balls with his thumb and forefinger I knew what was coming! My balls were again pulled away from my body and as the pain approached unbearable he snapped the ball stretcher around the sack as tightly as he could. On the monitor I saw my balls sticking more or less straight out from my crotch, bulging out of the end of the stretcher and beginning to turn purple. Just as I thought that I could take no more, I watched as he pulled a small leather strap attached to the bottom of the stretcher up and between my balls and snapping it into the top, effectively separating my balls from each other. From one of the cabinets he produced a metal, u-shaped device about three feet tall and as wide as the exam table and inserted it in some sockets at the end of the table so that it stood up directly over my crotch. Its purpose soon became clear as I watched him snap a heavy cord into a metal ring in the middle of the strap separating my balls and loop it over the bar. He slowly pulled the cord tight, making my balls extend straight up. The relentless stretch continued until I could actually feel my ass being slightly lifted off of the table. The pain was so great that I could not help trying to cry out but that effort only caused me to choke again on the now strong and acrid piss in my mouth. I was gagging so much that piss was actually spurting out of my nose and I could not breathe and I was afraid that I would choke to death. When he saw piss coming out of my nose he immediately reached up and jerked the tape off of my mouth and the hose out. Piss went everywhere until he managed to clamp the hose off again. When I had calmed down a bit, he slackened the cord stretching my balls a little, but they were still pulled farther than they had ever been. "I have some more plans for your balls later, but for now I need them out of the way. I know how much you enjoy having your ass dilated and your prostate stimulated and now I think we will find out just how wide open you can get. Since your bladder needs to be empty to make room, you will get some relief there but your belly will soon be full of something else." The ball gag was stuffed back into my mouth and strapped into place and then Jim turned his attention to my poor cock which thankfully had remained flaccid. I watched as he connected the hose that had been in my mouth for so long to a bag like they use for such purposes in the hospital and released the clamp. I instantly began feeling better as the pressure in my bladder decreased. I had no idea how much my belly had been swollen out by my full bladder until I watched it go back to normal as the bag filled. When the bag was completely full, he clamped off the hose again and attached another and released it again... it seemed as if there was no end to the piss flowing out of me! The fact that Jim had recognized that I was in trouble when I started choking and gagging and moved immediately to take me out of danger gave me reason to believe that he really did know what he was doing and I began to relax and enjoy the passion that he was awakening in me. Even the constant throbbing in my balls began to feel erotic even though I was still concerned for their welfare! As he zoomed the camera in until my asshole nearly filled the screen, he said "you are really going to like this". He began to circle around my asshole with a fingertip, just lightly stroking and rubbing and I noticed that my hole seemed to be "winking" at him all on its own. I shivered a little as he dragged his finger directly across my hole and immediately started wanting him to push it inside me. He asked me if I liked that but of course I couldn't answer him. I think my asshole answered for me as it continued to pulsate at his touch. I was disappointed when he removed his finger and stood up, but then I realized that he was slipping on a surgical glove. He walked around to the side of the table and checked the urine bag and then pushed on my belly and commented that I was draining nicely. Then he reached up with his other hand and rubbed the top of my head and looked into my eyes and asked if I was ok. All I could do was nod yes. Returning to his spot between my legs he adjusted the camera to ensure that I had an unobstructed view of my asshole and said "I want you to watch the monitor while I dilate your asshole. Watching what is happening and at the same time feeling what is happening can be quite erotic. Just relax and enjoy the experience." A Chance Encounter Before he sat down on his stool, he opened a tube of KY and squeezed some out on the fingers of his gloved hand and reached up and rubbed it on the part of the catheter that was sticking out of my cock. "I know that it won't be long before your cock responds to what you are feeling and this is in case you develop a hardon". He could obviously see that my cock was already beginning to grow! I focused on the monitor as he sat down and watched as his now gloved finger returned again to circle my asshole. The KY allowed his finger to slide easily over my tightly stretched skin and as he rubbed directly over the hole I could feel my cock growing. Anal play has always aroused me and now was no exception. If I had not been gagged I would have been begging him to put it in me. Again my body betrayed my feelings and my asshole looked as if it had a mind of it's own as it contracted and expanded around his fingertip. I pushed out with my sphincter muscle to encourage him and when I did, I was rewarded with both the view and the feeling of his finger sliding all the way inside me in one smooth motion. It certainly was exciting to both watch and feel his finger sliding in and out of my asshole and after a dozen or so deep strokes he completely removed it from my asshole and my sight. When it returned to view, I noticed a large glob of something on it and he began to work it into my hole. He explained that the substance was anal lube and that it would de-sensitize my hole a little and would make things easier. Two more times I watched his hand disappear and reappear with more of the anal lube which he worked thoroughly into my hole. "This will be a little cold, but I need to look inside your ass to make sure that everything is ok for me to continue." It was not his finger that returned to my asshole but rather an odd looking instrument... it looked something like a speculum that doctors used to examine female patients but this one had three fingers closed together that were about five inches long. It was indeed cold when it touched my sensitive rim but he soon had worked about half of the length of the fingers inside me. I couldn't help but flinch, a little, as he squeezed the handle and the fingers spread out and locked in the first notch. I could see that my hole was spread open about an inch. He could tell that I had tensed up and slapped my ass with his hand hard enough to make me jump. "Relax and this will be much better. I know that you have had some pretty big things in there but I have to be sure that there will be no problems when I dilate you." I tried my best to relax and took in a big breath and exhaled and as I did, he opened the fingers another notch. Again I both saw and felt them open my hole up another inch. "Just breath deeply and think about playing with your toys," and on the third breath another notch! I had taken many pictures of my asshole stretched by some large things and some pictures of it immediately after removal but my hole never stayed gaped open long enough to get a picture of it before it closed up. Now I was looking up inside my rectum as the instrument held my hole open. As Jim used a small penlight to examine the inside of my rectum, I marveled at what it actually looked like in there! Rather than just an open tube as I expected, it was filled with soft looking folds of skin that were bright red. "Everything looks just fine! Now you can see why it feels so good to have something in there. The rectum and colon will expand much more than you would think if you go slow and not force it." My asshole felt empty when he slowly closed the fingers of the device and removed it. This time it was his finger with another large glob of anal lube that returned to my asshole. While the hole did not remain open, it did look much more relaxed and his finger slipped in with no resistance at all. He sort of crooked his finger and rubbed all the way around inside, as one would do to get the last bit of jelly out of a jar, making sure that it was coated with the lube. "This should open you up nicely; it is an inflatable butt plug. Don't worry about it bursting while it is inside you as I have blown it up as large as a soccer ball. The end will inflate at about a two to one ratio to the neck which is holding your sphincter open so it will not slip out". The deflated plug was only about an inch and a half in diameter at its widest and I watched as my asshole expanded easily around it and the closed down on the neck. As he gave the bulb that I could not see a few pumps I could definitely feel it growing inside me as well as spreading my hole open. I knew that it could not slip out and I did not want it to! "Looks like your balls could use some relief, are they sensitive?" I had almost forgotten about them while my attention was focused on my asshole and his question caused me to realize that what had been so painful had subsided to only a dull ache as my scrotum had indeed stretched enough so that the cord holding them was no longer tight. He unclipped the cord from the ball stretcher while holding them in his other hand, then slowly unsnapped it. I am not sure which was worse, the pain of being pulled so far or the pain of returning circulation. He held my balls in his hand for a few seconds and then just let them drop and I winced as they banged against the plug in my ass. When I looked again at the monitor I saw that they really were hanging lower than they ever had....MUCH lower! As Jim stood up again, he gave the pump a couple more squeezes. The plug already felt like it was the size of a softball inside me and while I could not actually see my asshole because of the base of the plug, I could tell that it was opening up pretty good too. "I need a pee break, but I see that you don't" Jim said, as he rubbed my belly again and looked at the bag. "When I get back, lets see if we can get something on the outside as big as what is on the inside" With that, he was gone! When Jim came back in, he was carrying something wrapped in a heavy towel and laid it on one of the carts at my feet then rolled an IV stand over close. Then he moved to my side and picked up the nearly full urine bag then pushed on my belly really hard right over my bladder. "Looks like you've finally emptied out, let's get this catheter out". With that, he began to slowly withdraw it from my half hard cock. When it was finally all the way out, it felt strange and sort of empty and I almost missed it being in there. "Before we start with your balls, let's see how your asshole is doing". He then went to the camera and zoomed it out enough so that I could see my cock and balls again as well as my plug stuffed ass. He grabbed the base of the plug and pulled firmly and said that I was coming along nice. That action caused a large dollop of precum and lube to flow out of the piss hole on my growing cock. A couple more squeezes of the bulb and my insides began to feel as they had when my bladder was so full and I could see my belly beginning to swell out again. "Ever hear of scrotal infusion?" I had, of course, and had seen pictures of men with enormous ball sacks after having it done. "I have had some saline bags warming up for you. It is quite harmless to the body and will be absorbed by it over time. This is gonna be fun." I looked down between my open legs and watched as he unwrapped the bag and hung it on the IV stand. Attached to the bag was a long tube with a needle on the end and a little device for adjusting the flow. I turned to the monitor and watched as he picked up my ball sack in his left hand and approached it with the needle in his right. He had apparently opened the valve a little as the saline was dripping out of it. Again I watched, and felt at the same time, the little stick as the needle entered the skin of my sack then was taped down. A strange warm feeling began to spread from my balls thru my entire groin. Jim then reached up and took my now stiff cock in his hand and with the other gave the bulb another squeeze. As he jacked my cock a couple of times I saw that precum was literally running out of the head. My cock jerked in his hand as he rubbed a slickened finger over the head and across the slit. It was a small wonder that I did not cum when he did that but I guess he knew how close I was as he stopped and released his hold on my cock. Then I heard air hissing and I felt the plug shrinking inside me then being removed. I watched on the monitor as slid out of me and was surprised to see that my asshole sort of hung open when it was out. Lube dripped out of the swollen and distended rim of my hole and it seemed to look more like a well fucked pussy than a tight asshole. "Look at this" Jim said as he held the plug up so that I could see it between my legs. He started pumping it up until the bulb end was at least the size of a softball if not larger and the neck that had been stretching my asshole looked to be almost four inches across. He had apparently counted the number of times he had pumped it while it was inside me because he said "You can see that if this was inside you, and this is how big it was, that your little toys were certainly no where close to what you can actually take". He sat back down on his stool so I turned my attention to the monitor and I saw his gloved fingers, again covered with anal lube, return to my hole... but this time three fingers slid in as easily as one had when we started. Again the fingers went all around inside my hole then disappeared and re-appeared holding the plug. I hardly felt it and had he not held it, it would have slipped right back out. The pressure began to build again as it was inflated and finally he said that we were back to where we HAD been... then two more pumps! Precum again streamed out of my cock. I also saw that my ball sack was beginning to fill out and while it was not painful, it was an intense feeling as the warm saline continued its steady flow inside. I noticed that my normally wrinkled sack was starting to smooth out as it expanded and my balls began to feel heavy. I could hardly believe it when Jim told me that we had been at this for over three hours and asked if I wanted something to drink. After nothing to drink all morning except water and then my own piss, I certainly did! He left the room and returned carrying a coke can with a straw in it. He removed the ball gag from my mouth and after I had coughed and cleared my throat he asked if we would need this again. I managed to tell him no, then watched as he pitched it onto one of the carts then stuck the straw in my mouth. The cold coke tasted as good as a feast would have to a starving man and I drank till it was half gone before taking a breath. I started telling him about what I was feeling and he held his finger up to his lips to silence me. "Later, we will talk about it later. For now, just relax and enjoy... the best is yet to come". As he held the coke can for me and allowed me to continue to drink, his other hand, now gloveless, rubbed slowly over my chest and stopped at one of my hard little nipples. When he pinched it and rolled it between his fingers my cock surged again. It had always seemed that my nipples were connected directly to my cock. He then gave the other nipple the same treatment before sliding his hand down to my belly where it was swollen out just above my cock and gave a little push down, pumping yet more precum out. When I had finished the coke, he sat the can aside and rubbed my head again... "Break time is over". During the fifteen or twenty minutes time that had elapsed I had not looked at the monitor and when I did again I could hardly believe the change in my ball sack. It had filled out considerably and my balls were no longer discernable as individual bulges but were lost in the sack that was now completely stretched smooth and rounded out and looked like someone had slipped a baseball inside it. As he sat down again, he took my ball sack in his palm and lifted it a little, saying "now you really have balls". Two more pumps and I was glad that he had tested the inflatable plug to the size of a soccer ball because that is what it felt like inside me. I had a new appreciation for women when they a are pregnant because that's what I felt like and looking down between my legs it looked like it too. There was a constant stream of clear fluid flowing out of my cock and I could not tell whether it was precum or piss, or maybe it was a combination as there was no room inside me for my bladder to expand. Again I heard the sound of air escaping and the plug shrinking inside me. Jim gave a pull on the base and it popped out of my ass long before it had returned to its normal size. I could not believe the picture that I saw! My nut sack, swollen and stretched tight and my asshole just hanging open in invitation... an invitation that was soon answered as Jim's fingers returned to my hole. This time four of his fingers, pulled together to form sort of a wedge, slipped in quite easily and did not stop until they were completely buried inside me with only his thumb stopping further progression. His hand was much larger than my wife's, and yet here it was almost completely inside me! A slow retreat of his fingers was followed by another push in till his thumb stopped it again; then again as he began a slow, and rhythmic, fucking of my asshole with his hand. I couldn't get enough of the picture of him sliding his hand in and out of me and watched intently each time my hole expanded around his hand, but I did fail to notice that on about the tenth stroke inward his thumb was no longer extended but folded into his palm. As he reached the point where he had been stopping, he gave an a little harder push and I watched, and felt, his entire hand slip inside my ass! My anal ring seemed to flutter a little as it settled around his wrist and then expand again as he withdrew his hand slowly out of me. There is no other feeling in the world quite like a hand sliding in and out of one's ass, a feeling that had been missing from my life for several years. I had seen many pictures and movies of men being fisted, but I had never watched it live and certainly had never seen my own ass stretched around a hand and I could not tear myself away from the scene before my eyes! Each time his hand exited my ass, my hole seemed to gape open farther and farther and I could easily see up inside, and each time he started pushing it back in, my ass seemed to swallow it like a hungry mouth. I am not sure how long Jim spent sliding his hand in and out of my ass but the sight and feeling of it had caused me to forget about my balls and suddenly I realized that my ball sack had grown to the size of a softball and the skin looked as if it was going to split any second. I gasped and said something about the size of my balls and he just chuckled and said that perhaps I was full enough. I watched as he reached up and pulled the needle out of my ball sack and noticed that a little of the saline was leaking out of the hole, but very little and it soon stopped. I felt Jim removed his hand from my ass again, but it did not return. I looked down at him and saw that he had stood up and was removing the gloves from his hands. "I think it is time for a break, you have been there for over five hours... besides there is something that you need to experience." He turned off the camera then removed the straps that had secured my feet in the stirrups and the ones holding my body to the table, as well as the cuffs on my hands and the strap securing them. Even though I was free of all restraints, I could hardly move so Jim helped me scoot back on the table then removed my feet from the stirrups one at a time and laid my legs down. I could not put my legs together though, because my enormous ball sack was between them. Next he helped me sit up then placed a stool at the end of the table and helped me stand. When I tried to walk, it was more like a duck waddling as I tried to manage the softball between my legs. "Now I want to show you something really cool". With that he walked over to the counter and picked up a flashlight, then turned off all the lights. He walked back over to me and faced me and said to spread my legs wide. I did that and then he placed the flashlight behind my ball sack. When I looked down at it, it was almost transparent and I could see my two balls suspended in the liquid... a very strange sight! Then the lights came back on. "Now squat a little and move your hips back and forth". This caused my balls to swing gently between my legs, similar to what I had done many times with weights attached, but this was much better! When I squatted though, I was also reminded of what had taken place in my ass as the lube remaining in me began to trickle down my legs. After about ten or fifteen minutes of walking around and playing with my balls and drinking another coke, Jim ushered me over to a padded mat, like a small wrestling mat, and had me get down on all fours. When I had done that, I just had to spread my legs again and hunch my hips, causing my balls to swing between my legs. Jim started laughing when he saw what I was doing and kept laughing the whole time he was moving the camera over behind me and lifting the monitor from the cart and placing it on the floor in front of my face. I started laughing myself as the monitor came on and I got to watch my balls hanging and swinging below my still gaped open asshole. I was aware that he was placing some things from the cart on the floor beside the mat but I was too busy watching myself to notice what they were. "This time, YOU get to do the work" Jim said as I could hear him putting on a surgical glove again. Then the camera was zoomed up again until my asshole, my swinging ball sack and what little of my cock showed, filled the screen. Into the picture once again came Jim's gloved hand, covered with anal lube, and then it was at my asshole, fingers formed into a wedge shape. "I will hold my hand here and let you push back. Each time you push back, I will hold firm, each time you move forward I will move with you. You will get only as much inside you as YOU want." Not only could I see what was happening and feel what was happening, I was in control of it! I started moving slowly back and watched as his hand began to stretch my hole open again. It had closed up some, but a little push back from me and his hand slid right in. An interesting feeling as I tried a little hunching motion... his hand moving inside me and my big balls swinging on the outside! I moved forward a little, and sure enough, his hand followed, remaining buried inside me at the point where I had quit pushing back before. I pushed back some more and felt his hand slip a little farther in. I noticed that the glove he was wearing had disappeared from view inside me. Another push back and more of his forearm disappeared inside me and I could feel his hand touching something that had never been touched before, and the way seemed to be blocked by a barrier. I felt his fingers wiggle around a little and the barrier seemed to go away. "Just the little curve that separates your rectum from your colon, no problem now go ahead". I did and sure enough, his hand slipped in farther, farther than any of my toys had ever been. I had to hold still a minute and absorb what I was feeling. My guts were contracting sort of like they do when I need to take a big dump but it almost felt like they were trying to draw his hand in rather than push it out. One more push and I was as far back as I could go and when he moved his arm to the side a little I could see that he was inside me over half way up to his elbow. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. It was like I was addicted, I wanted more! As I rocked forward again, Jim reached under me with his other hand and gave my ball sack a playful pat and the started swinging it back and forth. What a marvelous feeling, inside and out. I could feel myself building up to a tremendous orgasm, even though I had not even touched my cock. A Chance Encounter Suddenly I was afraid that I would cum before I wanted to, so I started pushing back slowly and steadily. I could feel his fingers flexing inside me, helping open my colon to his advance. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on pushing back and just as I had reached the limit of my rearward travel his hand encountered another barrier. Jim said "that's as far as we go, man... but look at your ass"! When I opened my eyes I saw that his entire forearm was inside me and his elbow was right at my hole. Even though I had seen movies of it, I guess I never really believed it was possible... yet here it was, happening to me! Actually it had not "happened" to me, I had done it to myself, and I loved it! I guess the realization of it caused me to start trembling and a soft moan came from my lips. "Just hold still now" Jim said as he slowly started pulling his arm back. I could feel his hand slipping out of my colon and then into my rectum, his knuckles giving my prostate a little shock as it went by. Then his hand was out of me and my insides felt so empty! Apparently he had applied more lube to his hand and arm and then he returned it to my asshole, just barely touching the swollen rim. "Let me do it this time," and I nodded ok. I watched as his hand re-entered my ass, then as more and more of his arm disappeared inside. I could feel every inch of it as his hand progressed thru my rectum and into my colon, stopping only when his elbow reached my asshole. Then he slowly pulled all the way out again and started back in…he was literately fucking me with his arm! Each time he pulled out, and then pushed back in, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm, the likes of which I had never felt in my life. As the pressure began to build higher and higher in my prostate I began shaking like a dog shedding water and mumbling things that no one could understand. Just as I thought that I could take no more, Jim did something remarkable! When he removed his hand, instead of immediately re-inserting it, I felt him stick two fingers inside my open hole and start rubbing my prostate. I never got to see what happened next as my eyes were rolled back in my head. The two fingers on my prostate were obviously from his left hand because his right hand began entering my asshole again. His hand caused his fingers to mash hard on my prostate. That pushed me over the edge and there was no way to stop myself from cumming, but it was almost like my cock was stopped up because the pressure seemed to keep building and building. Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard Jim say "ready", but there was no need for an answer. Suddenly the two fingers were making little circles on my prostate and his hand and arm were sliding all the way in, in one motion. When he hit bottom it felt like liquid fire was erupting from my cock... stream after stream of molten, white hot cum. When I came to, Jim was sitting next to me and wiping me with a warm wet cloth. "Well, we are awake now. Next time remember to breathe! Roll over on this towel and I will clean up the back side." For a bit it seemed like I had been dreaming until I tried to roll over and found that my ball sack prevented it, so I just laid on my side and raised my leg in the air. A nice cool shower revived me a lot. I felt almost human again as I dried off, the only obvious evidence, of what had happened, was a very tender asshole and some swollen balls. I finally found Jim on the deck, enjoying a cold beer. I started to set back in one of the deck chairs but quickly changed my mind and just sat tenderly on the edge so my balls could hang over the front. Jim gave a little laugh and said "they will be back to normal in about twenty-four hours. Until then, you could have some fun on the beach! If you don't feel like driving, you can crash here tonight". I told him that as inviting as it was, my wife would be calling later and I'd best be home when she did. Then I heard him say something that I didn't want to hear. He went on to explain that he loved doing things for guys and helping them experience new levels of enjoyment, but that he was not interested in a continuing relationship, so this had to be a one-shot deal. I told him that I understood and that he had taken me places that I had never been and would probably never go again. I was certainly glad that I had driven the big car to his house and had worn loose shorts as I waddled to the car carrying in my mind the memories of a remarkable night, and in my hand a video tape of all that had happened.... a chance encounter with a man named Jim. A Chance Encounter Bianca smiled to stifle her yawn, any more talk of high yield specificity for hybridization and her head would fall off into her soup here and now. Why did these faculty dinners always have to be so monotonous, always with talk of work and as a PhD student she was only here because of formality, not really part of the faculty but on the fringes. "It's good for you to make contacts." Those had been the words of her supervisor, his careful guidance helping not only in research to obtain her doctorate but also to make a name for herself as a serious scientist. In his eyes every occasion was an opportunity and she knew he was right, especially as this was her first year at Berkley having moved from New Zealand to study in the US. She sipped her wine, a Californian merlot that she let flow over her tongue, savouring the mellow flavour. To her it just tasted like wine, she never understood how people could say it had things like a touch of chocolate, cherries or pepper. Even with her family owning a small vineyard she could not make those kinds of distinctions, she always wondered if the so called ‘experts' could actually too. Turning her attention back to the conversation she was not surprised to see they were still talking shop. She hoped when she got her professorship she would not become as dull as the majority of the people sitting at her table in the restaurant. Even the younger teachers seemed to have become so absorbed in university and science that they spoke of little else. Satisfied she had not missed anything Bianca gave the restaurant a cursory scan, her grey/blue eyes skimming over faces not really taking anything in. Just the usual assortment of evening diners, mostly couples heading into their middle ages, the normal respectable sort a restaurant like this drew. Respectable and boring. Lifting her glass to her mouth her hand froze as the slim rim touched her lips. Staring across the room between the shoulders of two professors she saw him and her heart went into double time. Conscious of her immobile glass she went to place it on the table, her eyes though still on him and with her attention elsewhere the base of the long stemmed wine glass caught on her plate, tipping the contents of her wine across the white linen. Red wine contrasting like blood on snow and there was sudden commotion as conversation stopped and a waiter hurried to attend. "Oops. How silly of me. Really it's fine." She smiled at the waiter as he tried to intervene, offering a fresh cloth. Instead Bianca just placed her napkin over the stain, not wanting to draw more attention to herself than she already had. Her dinner companions seeing the funny side started to tell their own stories of spilt wine or assorted food disasters; this at least made a nice change from the usual topics. From across the room the man that had caught her eye barely registered the small upset; he looked up briefly to see a waiter talking with a group of people before he returned his attention to his lone dinner companion, his wife. They were enjoying a short vacation and had chosen the restaurant on the advice of their hotel concierge, advice that was well given as they enjoyed their meal of succulent roasted loin of venison smothered in a wine and plum sauce. Bianca on the other hand could not stop looking across towards his table. She wanted to curse when the woman one table over shifted her chair, blocking her view of him. She smiled distractedly when the waiter brought the next course, picking up her knife and fork with mechanical actions bought on by a lifetimes practice. "Are you OK? You are awfully quiet this evening Bianca." "Oh I'm just fine." She smiled across at Jason, an old paleontologist that looked like he could have been alive when the creatures he studied, the great dinosaurs, had in fact walked the earth. "Well just as long as we aren't boring you to death." He joked, being careful to keep his eyes above the neck line and wishing he was thirty years younger as he eyed Bianca's lips, her lipstick was a soft pink and the way she smiled at him he wondered what it would be like to kiss her. "Never. It's always fascinating to listen to everyone, get a little taste of the research going on around. And I hear you are doing well with your pollen grain analysis from that core sample." She tried to maintain her interested façade as the professor started discussing his latest results, nodding in all the right bits while her mind returned to the figure across the restaurant. She has seen his face so many times in the photos, him with family or friends, with his dog or just by himself. Photos he had sent her when they first met on the internet three years ago, when they had been casual acquaintances and then cyber lovers and close friends. She had dreamed about one day meeting him and yet it had never eventuated, like most dreams that fade when you awaken, her dream had slipped away and Bianca realized she had not thought about him in at least a year. Now though, along with a resurgence of memories from their many conversations was a stirring of feelings, she could feel herself getting hot and she knew her lace panties would be getting damp, sticking to her heated pussy and all because of Thomas. Thomas who she had spent hours talking with, sharing intimate details and fantasies. Thomas who had called her his slut and every time she would read it it would make her wet. Wet like she was now and getting wetter. "Will you excuse me?" Bianca smiled as she stood from the table, standing tall she could see him clearly and knew that there was no mistake, it was definitely him in the same restaurant and yet completely unaware of her presence. She made her way to the bathroom, glancing over at him willing him to look at her. She wondered how she could get his attention, if she could fake a phone call or some excuse to draw him from the table. But then seeing his dinner companion she realized that it was his wife and so any chance of a meeting would be nil. Still she lingered on his face a moment longer before turning into the small hallway and into the ladies bathroom. She slipped into a stall, locked the door and without hesitation slid her panties off, grinning at the sight of wet lace as she stepped out of them leaving them on the floor. Sitting on the toilet she lifted her left leg up, her foot pressing against the stall wall as she spread her legs wide and leant back, closing her eyes as her fingers found her clit. All the feeling he brought upon her had come back and she knew she had to relieve herself, rubbing her swollen nub and biting her lip to stop any moans. She plunged two fingers into herself, fucking her aching pussy while her thumb rubbed faster, hips bucking as she envisioned Thomas's cock pounding into her, his lips on the back of her neck, his breath against her ear as he called her his slut and told her to cum. Lifting her free hand Bianca bit at the back of it to stop her cry of ecstasy as a shooting of pleasure rushed through her, clenching walls gripping her fingers as her juices flowed around them. Her eyes still closed and panting softly she reclined back on the toilet, enjoying the energy flow in her body, pulling her sticky fingers from her and lifting them to her lips to suck them clean, enjoying the taste of her own cum as she licked them for every drop. Standing she flushed the toilet to disguise her masturbatory session, then looking down at her panties. She scooped them up quickly and disposed of them in the sanitary container, getting a small thrill at the idea of arriving back at the dinner table having just cum and panty-less. "Now that would give them something to talk about." She mused as she checked her reflection in the mirror, smoothing down her long blonde hair before opening the door to return to the table. "Oh excuse me." She was startled to walk into someone on their way into the bathroom. "After you." The woman laughed and held the door open, allowing Bianca to pass her by before she went into the bathroom. As the door was closing Bianca turned to look at her, noticing the woman's tall black stilettos, her focus on the woman's shoes that she walked into the wall. "Woah, are you alright there?" Bianca turned to the voice, her hand absently rubbing her forehead feeling completely foolish and ready to reply she was fine when the words died in her throat as she came face to face with Thomas. His face took on an equally startled look as he realized that standing in front of him was Bianca, the girl he had spent so many nights chatting with and fantasizing over. "Oh my God. Bianca? But…" He shook his head in amazement, his mind whirling at seeing her here before him. Images of her photos rose in his mind, overlaying with her standing before him. She always said she was short but now standing here in the small hallway her 5 foot slim frame made her seem positively tiny. He could not help but drink in the sight of her as she stood in mutual shock in a sensually cut white dress, the material clung to her emphasizing all the right places. Her tanned skin contrasted against the white, thin straps holding the dress up and a tantalizing slit up her thigh revealing just enough flesh to make him want more. Her heels matched her dress, also thin white straps with a graceful heel that accentuated her legs. "Thomas." She breathed out his name, her eyes lingering on his face as she took one step towards him. She longed to reach up and caress him, run her hands through his dark brown hair, feel the rough scratch of his facial hair against her cheek. He was well built, his arms while hidden in a light jacket she knew were toned, his right shoulder adorned with an intricate tattoo. Those arms could sweep her off her feet and she felt her face flush as she realized she had been staring at him. "Um, hi." She looked down blushing at how stupid she sounded, he had turned her from a 26 year old woman to an awkward 16 year old girl meeting a boy she had a crush on. They stared at each other a moment longer, the tension pulled at them, each imagining what the other was thinking, wondering what to say as they stood close. She could smell his aftershave, a delicious smell that made her want her press her head against his chest and breathe him in. His head dropped a little, the gap was closing between them and she felt her heart stop as the magnetic pull brought their faces together; her eyes closed as his warm lips met hers and sent electrified tingles up her spine. His arms curled around her waist, pulling her to him swiftly as their kiss intensified, his tongue sliding into her mouth, dueling with hers as they tasted each other for the first time. Thankful for the presence of his body, in the support of his arms Bianca felt herself trembling in desire, she wondered if this was what they meant by weak at the knees as she thought surely if he let her go she would fall. Still kissing her he turned her around, trying to walk and hold each other at the same time they pushed through the women's bathroom door. Bianca remembering the woman in the black stilettos looked for her and seeing the room empty and all stall doors opened realized she must have walked past the two of them and yet so intoxicated with Thomas she never remembered seeing her go past. They stepped into the first stall, shutting the door and flicking the lock to engaged they looked at each other a moment. "I have to have you. Now." He pushed her back against the wall as he leaned down to kiss her again, his tongue more insistent as it claimed her mouth, curling with her own tongue, their lips meshed and rolled over one another. Bianca could only moan in agreement, her hands wanted to touch every part of him at once. He had shrugged off his jacket and it lay in a pile at his feet, her hands pulled at his shirt, sliding up inside it and running over his chest. The kiss broke as he traced his lips across the line of her jaw, down her neck as though devouring her and all she could do was push her head back against the wall and moan his name as her pussy throbbed and her nipples pushed against the fabric of her dress, the hard little nubs clearly visible as an indicator of her need. His hand slid between her thighs and she grinned looking at him to see his face as he realised she was not wearing panties. He looked at her as his finger brushed against wet lips and his smile going bigger, his fingers pushing between her folds and sinking easily into her dripping cunt. "My God you're so wet." "Mhmm. I saw you, earlier, in the restaurant. I came in here and played, remembering how I use to play with myself for you." "Oh yeah? And did you imagine my cock fucking you like a good little whore?" His fingers were pushing into her hard and slow, she fucked them with wanton lust, lifting her leg up and resting it on the toilet seat edge as he sawed in and out of her. "That's my girl, fuck look at you so desperately needy." Bianca reached for his pants, fumbling slightly as Thomas pushed her head back against the wall as they kissed again. Her hands slid inside his pants, his cock was like a living rock, throbbing in her hand so hard and she felt the wet pooling a precum at the tip of his cock. Freeing his cock finally she looked at him, his free hand slid under the back of her thigh lifting her from the ground and guiding her legs to wrap around him as he pulled his honey covered fingers from her cunt and pressed them to her lips. He watched how she lapped at his finger, the sight of a girl sucking at her own juices always drove him wild and it was as she flicked her tongue over his finger that he drove his cock into her. His cock demanded entry into her pussy, tight wet walls wrapped around his head as he pushed into her, pushing her against the wall and making her moan out loud. They heard the bathroom door open and the click of heels across the tiles. Thomas raised his hand and covered her mouth as he thrust again, she cried out against his palm, the sound though muffled still escaped and he grinned. He fucked her hard, hips pumping as he squashed her to the wall, each thrust pushing her upwards. She gripped onto him, her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, as his cock slid from her cunt only to drive back into her, her nails scratched down his back and he let out a groan. She tightened her muscles around his cock, sucking at him as his cock rubbed her walls, trying to keep him inside her as she squeezed tighter making him moan again. They could hear water running and then the hand drier before finally the door opened again and closed. Alone again Thomas removed his hand and replaced it with his mouth, kissing her hungrily. "Oh ohh gods… Thomas god I'm about to cum." "That's it baby, come on my cock mhmmm. I want to feel you drench me." He slammed into her, intent on pushing her over the edge, bodies pressed close as he sensed his own climax was eminent. Bianca started to scream, this time she grabbed his hand and put it over her mouth, he pressed down to mute her screams as she bucked beneath him, her whole body going tense and her hips thrusting out from the wall hard. Her body exploded as Thomas pounded into her relentlessly, her pussy clenching so tight that the release was like someone had sent an electric wire to her cunt, she was trying to be quiet and yet at the same time wanted to scream the house down. Tremors coursed up and down her body and the pleasure was curling around her spine and up into her brain, she felt light headed and still he fucked her. Thomas could feel how her pussy grew tighter, how it gripped and released his cock spasmodically, the sensation too much as his balls tightened and he let out a moan that was vaguely human. He removed his hand from over her mouth and kissed her hard as he went rigid, his hips slamming into her, thrusting every inch of his thick cock into that tight cunt. Another jerk and his cock throbbed, hardening and swelling as it filled with cum before he was erupting inside hot pussy, filling her with cum as they both moaned into the kiss. She squeezed around his cock to milk it, wanting every last drop of cum and he groaned her name, breaking th kiss and biting at her neck, holding himself inside her as he slowly regained his senses. "Jesus-Christ that was amazing, I mean that was… wow…" He kissed her softly as they began to untangle themselves. As Thomas straightened himself Bianca regretted her decision of throwing away her panties, she could feel his cum dripping from her freshly fucked cunt and while normally she loved the feeling the thought of returning to the table and sitting through the rest of dinner while dripping was not appealing. The thought of returning brought her back to reality. "Your wife! What are you going to tell her? I mean…" He pressed his fingers to her lips and silenced her. "Don't worry about a thing. But yeah I have to get back. Look I'm only in town another couple of days but I have to see you again." Bianca gave him details on how to contact her through the university, the easiest method when neither of them was carrying pen or paper. Opening the stall door she walked to the mirror to check her appearance and he slid up behind her and kissed her neck, stroking her hair into place before turning her around to kiss him. "I'll see you later OK?" She nodded and smiled, watching him slip out the bathroom door before she took a deep breath and followed suit, studiously avoiding looking over at his table as she made her way back to her colleagues. "Ah here she is. We were about to send out a search party." "I ran into an old friend and I went outside to have a cigarette with him." The lie was out of her mouth before she knew it, her cheeks were flushing red as blood rushed to the surface and she gave a small laugh. "Terrible habit I know but just sometimes I can't help it." There were a few nods around the table and she thought some smirks that said she was not believed. But that may just have been her paranoid mind and really she could not care. She was still floating at the fucking she had just got. Across the room she could see Thomas escorting his wife out the door, she watched him leave without a backward glance and took a small breath to return her thoughts to the rest of the dinner, forcing thoughts of what had happened to the side so she could review and relive them later. She knew she would be masturbating hard all night as she remembered his touch. Outside Thomas sitting in a taxi glanced out the window into the restaurant, willing her to appear so he could see her one more time. His wife lightly touched his thigh and he looked at her and smiled. She leaned into him with a conspiratorial nature, her eyes flicking from the cabbies to her husbands. "You'll never believe what happened when I went to the bathroom. There was someone, yanno… doing it!" She giggled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Really? Did you see them or…?" Did his face show his guilt he wondered? "No. But I heard them. It made me feel so…" She looked shy for a moment, just looking at him. He smiled and leaned over and kissed her, familiar lips moving together and his hand stroked her face tenderly. "Just as well we are going back to the hotel then. A shower and then you will be the one making all the noises." He gave her a wink and smiled as she blushed and looked away. He would go home and shower, removing all trace of Bianca and then he would make love to his wife, but in his mind he knew it would be Bianca he was thinking of. A Chance Encounter Thank you all for your patience with this incredible period of story famine I've been experiencing. I hope this submission will be worth the wait. It's a little different for me. Enjoy! ~Copperbutterfly~ Talking to Mike online Amanda learned quickly of fantasies that they shared. One night as they voice-chatted online he shared with her his current favorite. "I think about sharing my lady with another man," he said. "I get so incredibly hard just thinking about what it might be like, that it's become almost an obsession to try it." Surprised she asked, "Oh, really? Tell me, baby, what the scenario might be like?" "I'd love to take you out on the town. You are dressed to be shown off. Short skirt, heels, and your top is something stretchy and low cut and of course, you are not wearing panties. We would go dancing in a small club, dark with soft low lights; the music throbbing and sensual, more feeling than hearing. All of the men in the club would vie for a chance to dance with you. As you dance in the center of the floor, your hips sway erotically; your body moving in its sensual dance. Before long, one of the men shows a whole lot of interest. He asks you to dance several times." "Hmmmm, you know I love to dance, baby. My body feels music and responds to its summoning," Amanda responds. "After one particularly heated dance, you would invite him to join us. As you return to sit at our table, he manages to get a glimpse of what's under the skirt. You can see from the surprised expression on his face that he is wondering what our intentions are. He's not quite sure that our intentions are innocent." She laughs as she responds, "Hardly innocent, my love!" "He might not be sure. You teased him so much while you were dancing." "But you know how I love to flirt, baby. And I do so mercilessly with him and with you," she answers in her most sensual voice, then hears Mike chuckle through the headset. "You are such a flirt and a tease" he answers, his voice tightening. Mike went on describing his fantasy and he and Amanda found it so hot, they decided to make it a reality. After many long months online they decided to take the plunge and meet. During their first meeting a few weeks later, after a tumultuous night of just the two of them, they sought out the right man for them both. In a club near downtown, they found him. Just as they did in their fantasy, the men lined up to dance with Amanda. One in particular kept coming back. He filled the fantasy stranger character perfectly and was invited to the table, continuing along with their now mutual fantasy. It became real as Mike leaned in to the stranger and said, "Doesn't she have great legs?" Amanda smiled and said to the stranger, "I think maybe you saw more than my legs" as she lifted her eyes up to his and then placed her heeled foot on the chair between his legs. She heard Mike groan as the image filtered through his mind sending strong signals directly to his crotch. "Well, now, baby, that should do it!" Mike says, "What do you think? She looks good, huh?" Eyes wide with astonishment, the stranger can only nod. "It feels even better. What do you say we get a booth at the back?" As they all moved to the darkest part of the club, Amanda took the stranger's arm, wrapped it around her back and placed his hand on her hip. "That is Mike and I'm Amanda," she said by way of an introduction. "What's your name?" "I'm called Chance" the stranger answered his voice deep and throaty with excitement. Mike turned to Amanda and said, "Baby, do you want to take a chance tonight? This might be my chance to fulfill my fantasy, I think." As they approached a dark booth in the back corner, both Amanda and Chance looked to Mike for his choice of seating arrangements. Mike said, "I want to sit across from both of you. I think that maybe Chance might need some room to be comfortable, baby, and I want to see him play with your pussy." As Amanda slid into the booth clutching Chance's hand she pulled him in beside her. Her skirt rode up so high on her legs both men could see her glistening with excitement. "Will you tell him he can touch, or should I?" Mike asked. "If I tell him he might still look to you for approval," Amanda answered. Mike gave his consent with a nod. Then he watched as he began to explore. Watching for a reaction from Amanda, Mike smiled and watched as Amanda ran her tongue across her lips and looked into his eyes. Mike whispered "I see your legs spread for him...and your hand caressing his arm. Does it feel good?" Amanda's answer was a purring whisper, "It feels wonderful." Mike couldn't miss the lust in her eyes. Mike asked, "Do you feel naughty?" Amanda began to tell Mike how Chance's hand was caressing the insides of her thighs and how naughty it was making her feel. The waiter appeared and he was ignored. After taking in the view of Chance running his hand up and along Amanda's inner thighs, the waiter shook himself and announced that he would give them some more time to decide. No one seemed to notice. Amanda's fingers ran along Chance's neck, tracing a line across his jaw. His hand moved and his fingers slipped into her slick wet pussy. A quick catch of breath and a sigh escaped her lips. "I can see your wetness covering his fingers as they slip out," Mike whispered. Mike looked over at Chance. "I believe he is enjoying his exploration of you, baby." Amanda whispered to Chance, "Do you like this? A shudder rippled through his body and escaped as a "YESSSSSSSS." She looked over at Mike. He could see the lust in her eyes. She asked, "Mike, do you like this?" "YESSSSSSS" was Mikes' answer as well. Both men heard the quickening of her breath. Chance could feel her excitement and Mike could see it as well. Mike smiled and said, "I can tell you are enjoying this." Smiling, she answered, "And I can tell that both of you have incredible hard-ons." Mike and Chance looked at each other and a silent communication passed between them. Mike leaned in to Amanda and asked, "Would you like to fuck both of us?" She had but one answer, "YESSSSSSSSS." Both men smiled at that simple answer and Mike said to Chance, "She gives great head too!" She laughed deep and throaty as she looked at both men. Mike smiled after looking at Chance and said to her "I can see the readiness in him." Amanda looked at both men. "I have only one question for both of you. Do you both want to fuck me?" "YESSSSSSSSSSS" is the answer came in harmony. "YESSSSSSSSSS" "Then perhaps we should find a place to take this that is more private" Amanda replied. "Good idea" said Mike. Amanda straightened…tugged at her skirt…gathered her things and then slipped out of the booth. Turning to glance over her shoulder, she smiled. Smiling back, Mike said, "Do you want to get a room or do you feel really naughty?" Amanda leaned over the edge of the table and laughed. "Baby, you know that I always feel naughty. The two of you have taken me to a new level tonight!" "Well, we don't want to get arrested!" Mike said. "What do you have in mind love?" she whispered leaning in and kissing Mike on the lips. Straightening up, she turned to Chance, placing her lips against his neck, kissing and nibbling. "Let's at least go to the car," Mike whispered low and throaty. She smiled and answered, "I think I deserve a room, baby. Perhaps I'll just be naughty on the way to the room." "Good, I feel the same way; we need to have some room and more time." Mike answered as he pushed out of the booth. Amanda turned and headed for the door, knowing that they would follow. At the car, Mike opened the door and she slipped into the middle of the front seat as both men climb in. She nestled between them. To fit his 6'3" frame, the seat was set back all the way. As Mike turned the key, he couldn't help but notice that she had one hand in each of their laps. When they pulled out of the lot, the sound of a zipper was loud in the quiet of the car. Then into that quiet, a sigh was followed by the echo of a second zipper. As Amanda turned her attention to Chance, Mike watched while she began to stroke Chance's cock. Her small hand slid around it then slipped up to wrap over the tip. Into the quiet they heard her soft whisper, "How fast can you recover, Chance?" followed by a quick inhale of air and Mike went instantly hard. Her hand slid slowly down Chance's shaft. "He's young, Mike, and he's very hard. He won't last long, I think." She glanced over to Mike's lap. His cock stood solid and rigid; at attention. She placed both hands on the stranger. "I can tell you want to suck him," Mike said as her right hand descended to the base and the left hand smoothed over the wet tip. When Amanda wiggled out from between the two, Mike said, "I know he wants you to suck him." She slipped to the floor between Chance's legs giving Mike an excellent view…. "YESSS" they hear Mike hiss…..of her lips as they open. Amanda began to nibble, tease and lick. Mike told him, "You are going to enjoy this, Chance. My lady really likes to suck cock." Chance looked at Amanda, "Is that so?" They had reached the motel but Mike continued circling the block not wanting to stop. Amanda turned her head to the side and pressed Chance's hard cock to closed lips, opened and descended on him all at once, taking him to the back of her throat. His hands clasped her head, his fingers entangled in her hair and they all know that he couldn't last long after all that had been happening. He cried out, "Oh, my god…." She slipped up his hard shaft and popped him out. Her tongue flicked out, licking and sliding over him, around and then under. Mike watched as Chance thrust his hips uncontrollably. Her lips climbed to the tip again and she took him in, just under the tip, locking lips under it, pressing the tip to the roof of her mouth, holding him hard and sucking. Mike saw him stiffen. Amanda felt him swell and his groans filled the car. They heard his gasp and knew he was cumming as she deep throated him again, clamping her throat muscles tight, milking him as he fed her. When she swallowed and gulped he cried out, "Oh, my god, you are fucking incredible." He shot rope after rope of creamy cum down the back of her throat. Amanda glanced up into Mike's eyes and saw his excitement barely contained. He could tell that she was getting a huge amount of cum. As she slipped up, some of it dribbled down her chin; she licked and cleaned his cock. She watched Mike as he watched her. "I can't believe how turned on I am from watching a stranger feed his cum to my lady; and seeing her relish it" Mike whispered out loud to no one in particular. Amanda slipped up from the floorboard, knelt at the edge of the seat, took her finger and wiped Chance's cum off her cheek and chin. As Mike stopped the car, she leaned over to kiss him and he heard Chance tell him how incredible that was. Amanda responded to Chance, "It was my pleasure" and turned to Mike and whispered, "Baby, can we go inside, please?" As soon as they entered the room, Mike took her into his arms, kissing her deeply, then backed her to the dresser; turning and bending her over. Chance pressed the door closed and locked it. "You are so wet, baby." He pulled up her skirt and slid in easily in one thrust. He felt her squeeze down around his rock hard cock. The muscles tightened as he plunged in and out fast; fucking her hard and deep. "Yesssss" she cried out as Chance seated himself to watch… she could feel Mike's excitement. He was harder than she'd ever felt him. Looking over her shoulder she asked, "Did that turn you on, baby, seeing me suck off Chance?" "God, YESSSS!" Mike told her…. "And I think Chance is enjoying watching me fucking you. I can see that he is getting hard again." Amanda looked over to see Chance sitting beside the table stroking his stiff cock, watching while she was pleasured by her man. He was waiting for his turn. "He's waiting for his chance to plunge into your wet tight pussy, baby." Mike gasped, "Oh, god, baby, I can't last..." She pushed back hard on his cock, her ass tight up against him, his balls slapping loudly. She felt him convulse and tense. Arching her back, she felt him shoot, taking her deep. Mike's cum was hot and hit her hard, pushing her over the edge. Her orgasm slammed into her as his cum washed back over his cock, churning as he continued to pump. "Yess" Mike said, "I love it creamy and it's gonna get creamier! "Are you thinking of adding more, baby?" She giggled as she gasped for air. "He will. He's ready again." Mike said. "I need to lie on the bed, love; my knees are weak and my legs too," Amanda cried. Mike picked her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her gently in the center, and moved aside as Chance crawled up onto the bed. Pushing her legs up, he climbed between them. Mike could see his cum spilling from her sloppy pussy as Chance slipped in. His cock pushed it out, so much of it. She was so slick and he was so very hard. Mike saw her eyes glaze over. Her hands clasped the sheets at her side and Chance heard her gasp, "Fuck me hard." Both heard him growl. He thrust deep. He pulled almost out and plunged in fast. He was in such a state, out of control, full of animal lust. He pounded her harder and faster, fucking her deep. She could barely breathe. Mike could hear her groan and knew she was about to cum. They heard Chance growl deep and low. Amanda tensed, her muscles locked up, clamped down on him, her pussy squeezed him and he cried out that he's there. That pushed her over the edge again; her body shook as wave after wave of sensation flooded up and through her. While he came, the sounds as his cock pumped her juicy pussy were loud. When she bucked and jerked, her muscles convulsed around his cock, milking it. So much cum, she was flooded. It was dripping out under her, spilling out and running down her legs, puddling under her ass. The room was filled with the smell of sex. Chance pulled out, rolling to the side; her legs gave out and she collapsed on the bed. As she lay gasping for air, her chest heaving, she tugged Mike to her. Pulling him down beside her, she whispered in his ear, "Did you like that, baby?" "Oh, my god, yesssssssss" was Mike's answer. "Thank you for fulfilling my fantasy, Amanda. We should say thanks to Chance too, but I think he fell asleep." As they lay together whispering about the excitement this fantasy inspired, their hands gently explored. This sharing of the experience was almost as erotic as the event for Mike. Amanda had discovered over the last several months of online relationship…his love of dialog, inter-action, the visual painting of the scene….how all of it heightened his pleasure. As they discussed the evening's events, she could feel Mike beginning to tighten up. His muscles tensed, as her hand brushed lightly over his cock. It jumped and began to rise. When she told Mike how she felt as she sucked on Chance's hard cock in the car, she could see his breath quicken. Her hand continued its soothing and smoothing over Mike's body while they replayed this night's pleasurable moments. She reminded him of the excitement he created with his encouragement; that memory triggered an identical physical response. Mike's cock jumped and slapped the palm of her caressing hand. Amanda said, "I remember, Mike, how incredibly hard you got, sitting in the front seat of the car, watching pleasure being given by your lady. You are almost that hard right now just thinking about it." Mike's hand soothed over the tops of her legs, circling closer and tighter. "You love doing this to me, don't you?" Mike whispered. "Mike, I do love doing this to you. I get hot when I excite you. I get wet watching you swell and grow. When we do this online, I imagine you sitting in front of me stroking your cock as visions of my dripping pussy dance in your head," Amanda said as she reached out and slipped 2 fingers between her slit, just far enough in to wet them….then raised them to Mike's lips for him to taste the sweet juice he created. "Every time we talk I get such vivid pictures of you. My mind races whenever you describe things to me. When we relive a particularly hot encounter, I cum so hard, I practically explode." Mike said. "Oh, baby, I hear that tingle of excitement in your voice as you build; like now, you start to breathe short and quick; your voice drops several octaves. It's so sexy," was her throaty answer. "Amanda, baby, when you reach that level in your excitement, you get this little quiver in your voice. I don't know how to describe it other than, fucking sexy. It sets me off and there is nothing I'd rather do than fuck you." Mike whispered, barely able to speak. "Like now, baby? Can you feel the excitement in me? You are vibrating with it. I can feel it through the bed." Taking her hand away from Mike's cock, she sat up and faced his hard body. She leaned over and traced her tongue down the side of his shaft. Behind him Chance stirred and opened heavy eyes to see her tongue disappear between Mike's balls. They both heard his groan and felt him shift on the bed. As Amanda continued to lap at Mike, Chance rolled to his side, raised his head to rest on his arm and softly stroked his stiffening cock as he watched her pleasure Mike in the same manner that she pleasured him earlier. To Mike she whispered, "This is how it felt to Chance." To Chance she whispered, "Remember this, baby? Remember how it felt, having my lips on you? My tongue flicking across your wet tip; my lips nibbling up and down the sides?" Lying between Mike's spread legs, she took his balls in the palm of one hand, rolling them, caressing them, while her lips slipped between, finding their way up that path to encounter that puckered little hole. Her tongue circled and licked. Pressing and teasing, Mike began to writhe on the bed beneath her. With each moan, he got closer to that edge. Chance exhaled a moan to rival Mike. Pulling Mike's ass up off the bed, she pushed her tongue all the way into that little brown hole. Chance gasped as Mike cried out loudly, "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS". And she continued to plunge in and out, fucking his ass with lightening fast flicks of her tongue. It was taking both her hands to hold his ass to her mouth, her lips locked around him as she sucked; licked and then plunged her tongue back in again. Up onto her knees, holding Mike to her face, she felt Chance's hand slide under her and 3 fingers slammed into her dripping pussy. She rocked back onto his hand and all but sucked his whole hand into her. She was so wet that part of his fist spread her wide as she rode his hand. She slipped her tongue out of Mike's ass and caught his throbbing cock with her mouth; swallowing him down the back of her throat. She gulped and swallowed as he pulsed harder edging closer to climax. Chance finger fucked her over the edge and she screamed, "Oh, my god, I'm cumming." Mike tightened up and thrust one last time into her mouth to explode down her throat. Chance pumped his cock one last time and he exploded over her back and ass, covering her with hot cream. She felt Chance lean into her and he pushed her down onto Mike. They all lay still, panting, in a tangle of naked bodies. "Can we just stay here tonight, Mike? I'm not sure any of us is capable of driving right now." Amanda gasped. Mike chuckled, "I'm not sure I can even walk. What about you, Chance? You need to be somewhere?" As Chance rolled off Amanda's back, tugging her close to him, she snuggled her back up to his front and pulled Mike to her. They lay together spooning while Chance answered, "Do you think they will tow my truck at the bar before tomorrow?" Those were the last words spoken as they drifted off to sleep. A Chance Encounter ********************* I wish to acknowledge the wonderful assistance with editing. Such a gift to be able to decipher fevered thoughts and help me to present them in such a way that others could enjoy. Thank you techsan…. ******************** Oh, Copper, you are such a sweetheart and helping with editing your stories is easy … getting past the emotion you build in your stories is quite difficult. Thanks for letting me help. (techsan) A Chance Encounter Walking through town, neither one of them ever thought that it could happen...but it did. They saw each other simultaneously, and both had to take a second and third glance. It was as if it was meant to be. They had seen each other before, chatted, and e-mailed, but they never thought they would come face to face with their hottest fantasy in a million years. They did. He made his way toward her, dodging and swerving in the crowd - but he never took his eyes off of her. He couldn't. It was like a dream. She stood still, staring at him, waiting for him. After a small eternity elapsed, they were finally face to face. He was panting from the hurried pace, and she was panting for her own reasons. "I am on my way back to my place," she said with an obvious innuendo he could not mistake. She made very little conversation other than that as they made their way back to her place. She stopped in the doorway and turned to him who had been following her for the past 4 blocks. "Are you trying to get payback," she said grinning, knowing that by the time she made her way to the bedroom, she would have this man in the palm of her hand - not to mention three or four other locations in her body. He grabbed her by her gorgeous hair pulled back slightly, revealing a neck that begged for his kiss. As he dug into her, kissing and lightly sucking, she grinned. She knew she was in complete control of her younger stud. Not that his passion was dull and predictable, but this random encounter had been played out numerous times already in both their fantasies and in their mutual correspondence. They both knew exactly what they wanted and what the other wanted. The only question that remained was if it was humanly possible. She stood there for a few minutes as he pleasured her neck. Then she slowly pulled him back, looked at him with a foxy smirk and opened the door. After the door swung open, she ran her hand across his aching groin. He almost lost his composure right then and there, but he managed to control it. He knew just how powerful she could be, and he did not want anything to stop him from fulfilling both their fantasies. The few seconds waiting for the door to latch seem to last forever. As it closed, she grabbed him by his belt and began to lead him to the bedroom. He was too anxious and stopped her in her tracks, grabbing her and planting the most intense, sensual kiss on her lips. Their eyes needn't be open. As they continued, kiss after kiss, lick after lick, bite after bite, their hands slowly made their progress to every aching throbbing muscle as if they were probing each other for good measure. He slowly lowered himself to his knees as she stood there. Never breaking their eye contact, he slowly undid her belt and pants. She stood, amazed that he remembered her fantasy to be eaten while standing. As her pants and underwear fell to the floor, he then offered to take of her shoes. The garments fell off effortlessly. She stood before him, half undressed. He knelt and inched his way to her shaven mound. He then offered the slowest most sensual lick across her sex she had ever known. His quivering tongue vibrated her perfectly. Her eyes rolled as her knees went limp, barely saving herself from collapsing. Perhaps it was her that would not live up to her own fantasies. She regained her posture, smiled, and laughed intoxicatingly, and placed her hand upon his head. She then raised her right leg up and placed it on the nearby chair, and lunged his eager mouth onto her crotch. She remained standing dominatingly as he licked, sucked, hummed, and chewed his way deeper into her moistness. He flicked against her clit while shaking his head yes and no. All the while his hand kept her poised in place by their unrelenting grasp on her voluptuous backside. She could hardly believe that this was becoming reality, but, try as she might, she could not continue her charade of dominance after her first ten minutes. She began quivering and grinding against his expert tongue and quietly begging for something a bit more substantial. "You know what I want," she asked him. She continued to answer, "I want you to drop your pants and get your cock out." He would have nothing with it. He lowered her, never breaking oral contact with her snatch, onto the floor. Now, with the added support she could continue undressing her amazing upper body. With the added attention she was receiving, though, she could barely concentrate on anything other than his mouth. It was then that his grasp on her ass released and slowly reached back around to her sex. It seemed only logical that, with the added pleasure of a little finger action, she would orgasm much sooner. That orgasm, in all reality, was his only purpose in life. She gasped and bit her lower lip. Her eyes widened. Her jaw dropped and she threw her hair back in one loud guttural scream. Her hips began to spasm and convulse like a wild rodeo bronco. She came, kicking and screaming. She grabbed his head unrelentingly and rode him as she emptied herself all over his mouth. Little spasms and drips continued for the next few minutes as she continued to convulse. She finally let her grasp of his head release. Of all the ways to start off a session of animalistic sex, this was, by far, looking to be a very promising excursion... A Chance Encounter He had been watching her from across the crowded bar room for some time now. Of course, he remembered to keep himself hidden from her view. The darkened corners and wooden pillars of the room lent him a hand with that little feet. As of late he developed quite the fancy for these little games. The thrill of stalking his prey from afar and then striking just at the most tantalizing of moments. For him it was the grandest game of cat and mouse ever created, but it was only fun with the right kind of victim. He was certain that he had just that kind of specimen on his hands tonight. It was time for the game to begin! His quarry was heading for the door now. Probably out of boredom with this rundown little shack that somehow passed for a bar. With a sigh he muttered to himself barely above a whisper, "It is such a shame my pet... if only you hadn't caught my eye this night you would not have to know the torment that I can bring. Oh well, I guess I just might have to let it linger on longer than usual since you are such a beautiful little thing." It always seemed that just before he started his games there was a moment of guilt for what he was about to do. Yes, "guilt" that is what called that painful feeling that tugged at him from within. Such a shame that he was liying to himself. Even he knew it was not guilt he felt... it was pity that plagued him so! Someone such as he felt pity for those damn unfortunate souls that were ravaged by his hands. Those beings that were left withered and cold upon the ground before any given night was up. To him it was almost laughable that these feelings filled him so, and yet they never once caused him to stop or hesitate his fun. Slowly he arose from his perch amongst the shadows. His chair slowly scraping across the floor just as his shoes made that infamous "thud" on the ground. For a moment he stood there, still as a statue. The only change apparent about him were his lips. Now the corner of one side tugged upward in an egotistical fashion of confidence and pleasure. Only the tiniest slivers of his teeth were visible, except for the sight of one lengthening fang poking out. She had already left by now. There was a slight urgency to her step, as if her only desire was to separate herself from that bar by any means possible. There was still that feeling of someone's eyes upon her. That feeling that makes your skin crawl at the thoughts of what the one watching was contemplating in their demented mind. However, that feeling seemed to lessen now as she put more and more distance between herself and that vile and putrid place. A sigh broke out after a few moments. That feeling had left her, and soon she would be in her house. Yes, she would be in her sanctuary where none could penetrate. Those walls of her sanctum would protect her from roving eyes and less than honorable intentions. All she had to do now was turn the corner and her house would be in sight. She could almost feel its knob in her hand now. Then there came a sound that penetrated her thoughts. It was a heavy booming step. The kind that just echoed in the streets for moment before fading away to nothingness. She tried to ignore it, but it came again and again. She could tell someone was deliberately coming for her. Then, she could feel those eyes on her again. Those damn eyes that cut clean through her and unnerved so! She wanted to screech at this feeling; to claw out those eyes that caused it and end her suffering at their gaze. Suddenly they began to come in more rapid succession. That infernal thudding grew louder with every strike the person's feet made upon the pavement. Soon, she felt those thuds pounding away in her throat, and realized it was her heart that caused that sound to be so loud. It pounded so hard she swore it would burst in her chest if she could not calm herself. However, that was a feat she could not manage. No, not at this moment when she heard the footsteps right behind her. Of course, just as eerily as they began they had come to a hault. Her eyes searched the street almost endlessly for a minute before telling her that no one was out but herself. And yet, she could still swear that she felt a pair of hands run up her neck and through her hair. That icy feeling of finger-tips on her skin was still there as she raised her own hands to follow the path. The skin was risen in firm goosebumps there and only there on her neck. When she brought her hands back infront of her face, she saw a small drop of blood there. It was a deep vermilion color, almost as if had sat for some time before it was noticed. Rather curious she checked her neck again. There was a single cut or even a scratch for that matter. In disbelief she checked her finger again. Yep, the single drop was still there. Without even thinking, she placed her finger tip in her mouth. Her little tongue lapped the drop from that tiny finger tip. Within the blink of an eye her entire body felt as if it were on fire. Her tongue saught more of it on her finger, but there was none left. Every last fiber of her being was burning with a desire fro more of this ambrosia. For that small feeling of rapture it left within her. With a violent shudder that threatened to topple her onto the ground its effect wore off. Oh, how he loved this little game of his. The abilities he possessed allowed him the endless possibilities to torture and entice his victim at he same time. The stage was being set for the final act, and he would not be late to the rise of the curtains. Afterall, what kind of patron shows up late to such an enticing exhibition. A beautiful young woman that is so terrified by what cold be after her that one could almost taste it. Her entire body racked with desire for whatever could give her the pleasure that a single drop of his blood could. It was all too perfect, but he still had some preparations to attend to. Now, he hand rested on the knob of her home. She had made it in one piece, a little unnerved, but unharmed just the same. She heard it again now, those infernal foot steps. This time she swore she would see what was causing them. She wanted to see exactly who had caused her this terror, to confront it and send it on its way. With a little start she let go of the knob and stepped down from her stoop to peer into the street and see. To her own disappointment the footsteps had stopped and there was nothing... not a damn thing! Now a new sound filled her ears. It was the sound of a door being opened and then shut, and it was close. In fact it was her own door that she heard, and she knew it. Turning swiftly the door seemed to be unmoved. It was just as it was when she went to peer into the street. Besides, no one could move fast enough to unlock a door, open it, and close it within just a few seconds. Still... she checked her hand. Yes, she was still clasping the key. Slowly she touched the knob again. It was still locked. "I must be hearing things. That is it, no more drinking for me. I need to go in, take a shower, and then curl up so that I can get over this little fit of paranoia." Her voice was so soft and timid it seemed almost unnatural in its own respect. To the men that were lucky enough to hear this shy little vixen speak, it was more enticing than the songs of the sirens that led countless men to their deaths on the rocky shores. When her voice reached his ears, deep inside her house, he instinctively licked his lips in anticipation for what was soon to happen. It was such a shame really; here he was already inside her bed room and she had yet to open the door to her house. She had even dismissed the idea that he or anyone else was lurking in wait to take her... to use her as a they saw fit and then discard her like a shattered doll of porcelain. There was a low creek as her door opened and she stepped inside. The following little slam was just another signal that his fun was soon to happen. The boards of her stair creaked with every step. It was almost becoming too much excitement for him to keep under control as he crawled his way up her bedroom wall. With every step she took he grew closer to the top of her door frame. Then, it happened. Her door slide open and in she stepped. Now she was in his web, with no possible chance to escape him. Oh, how sinfully delicious this was. As the door drew closed, almost as if by its own accord, he slid from her wall and fell to the floor. There was a slight smirk on his face as he landed, for there was not a single sound to be heard. She was just at the door frame to her bathroom when there came a noise. It was him, letting one of his nails tap on her bedroom door in a rythmic fashion. With a start she turned and looked to the door....No one there. When she turned back to enter her bathroom, there he was standing in the frame. How nonchalant he looked. Leant against the wall with his arms crossed rather leisurely beneath his chest. He even had his legs crossed at the ankle as his shoulder rested there. His icy eyes now locked onto her own, and of course they projected to her the image of her own death at his very hands. How she must have wanted to punch him in the face and end that gaze as well as his arrogant little smirk. Just to wipe clean any ideas he had of doing anything to her, but that all changed with in a single second. Slowly those faded pink lips parted and out came a single word, "Boo." His voice held no sign of any mortal emotion at all, and yet it still rang out with that bone chilling preternatural tone. The one that seemed to fill you completely with awe and dread at the same time. Without even thinking her legs took flight for her door. With an unearthly strength she ripped it open sending it into the wall and the knob through the wall with a bone shattering crunch. Before any man would have even seen her move she had taken flight down the stairs. Taking them by leaps and bounds without even realizing it. Hell, she didn't even feel relief when she didn't notice him following her, all she cared about was getting away from him. She didn't even care about the pain racking her feet from how hard they were pounding into the hard wood of her stairs. Suddenly though her flight was cut short and her body filled with panic anew. She didn't want to believe it.... No she couldn't believe it. There he was leaning against the banister of her stairs. That same leisurely pose and lethargic attitude apparent in his stance. With a trembling voice that threatened to crack and break with every syllable she muttered out, "I-i-i-it can't...be. He w-w-was upstairs be-bef-before I took off. H-h-hhhhow is..how is this...possible!" Before even waiting for any kind of reply or thought to come back to her, she was bolting back up the stairs. She reached her door and flung it closed with an earthshattering slam. Followed by the locks being set and anything she could get her hands on being piled in front of it. With a heavy sigh of relief she spoke, "Atleast now he can't get to me. I am saf..." Tragically her words were cut short by the sight of that same man. He was now standing with those alabaster hands clapping that slow clap of the opera houses. Just that slow rythmic beating. Who knows maybe he was mocking her heart beat, which at this point was so fierce and loud there was no doubt that it echoed off the walls of the room. But that didn't matter now. No, now his little puppet was trapped with him in this place. There was no where she could get to and no where to hide from him. She was his now, and there was no two ways about it. Sobbing uncontrollably, she crumpled to the floor. Her voice low and deep. It wrought out unintelligible and garbled mutterings. The sounds of her sobs and few understandable curses the only noises in the room. She had given up now, for she knew that she couldn't get away from him and would have to bow to his wishes if she had a hope of living. Hell, that was even if he had, had any intent on letting her live through this affair from the beginning. Sadly though her little break down was interrupted by a cold hand wrapping around her chin and raising her up to her feet. When she opened those tear filled eyes she finally realized what had her now. That pale skin that was nearly translucent in the moon light... those emotionless ice blue eyes...the cat like slits that were his pupils...and those lengthening teeth. It was a vampire that she was now in the presence of. She felt her heart skip a beat in that moment as she tried to scream for help. However, that attempt was foiled by a hand pressing her head to the wall by the mouth. Now, it was his turn to have fun with her. His lips lightly touched the skin of her ear as he whispered to her, "Relax, we are going to take this nice and slow..." Slowly his hand released her mouth. Her screams were such a trivial matter at this point. She could call out until she was blue in the face, and he knew no one would call the police or even give a rat's ass. A part of him even wanted to hear that shrill wailing sound filled with fear. Oh, what a blessed symphony it would be to hear it all, but he had a feeling she knew better than to do that. Afterall, what would stop him draining her dry or breaking her neck at the first sign of any problems. Not a damn thing! With a delighted smile on his face, his hands began to gently run down her sides. They were slithering over the shapely curves of her form. Momentarily they would linger just above her navel before continuing the short distance to the waist of her pants. In a simple gesture he let his fingertips curl under the bottom her shirt and touch the warm flesh and tight muscles of her stomach. Slowly he let his thumbs rub in small tracing circles the sloping line of muscles on her abs. His other fingers caressing the small of her back. He could feel the lines in the muscles as they swayed and rolled under the pressure of his fingers. Every once in a while when his fingers touched just that right spot between the muscles he could feel them clench and relax in a rapid pace. He first gasp at his touch was too enticing for him to resist his other impulsive manipulations. Now her sighs of relief and contentment with his massage were filling his ears and eliciting his other urges to rise forth. Those dark and twisted thoughts that would make her scream out into the night with an anguishing mix of pleasure and sheer pain. That would be her final gift to him before being dispatched to meet the grand maker. While she was lost in the pleasure and drunken haze his hands stopped their massage and slid over to her arms. His nails slowly traced over her forearms. The sharp nails making shallow gashes. The kind that bled for only a moment and not even that much. Then his hands firmly wrapped around her slim little wrists and slid them up the wall to rest above her head. The cuts he had made left her blood smeared over the walls in gentle arches to her head. Her delirium was beginning to fade as she felt the stinging sensation of the walls on her open flesh. However, she had no time to respond to this before she felt a single hand clasping her wrists to the wall with enough force to let her know that she was trapped there. The helpless maiden she was. A poor girl trapped in the grasp of this monster. All thoughts of survival had left her mind by now, and a sense of apathy filled her. She no longer cared about living or dieing, all she wanted now was to know and experience what pleasures he had in store for her. A part of her still resisted the idea of being his plaything, but a larger part of her enjoyed her submissive role as victim. To her own surprise her heard a voice that was her own, and yet seemed completely alien to her speak out. "Do whatever you want to me...I am you victim. Use me as you see fit... please..." He voice trailed off before she could finish her statement, which was "Please, do not hurt or kill me." In a rare moment of humanity, he was actually taken back by her little comment. It had been ages since someone had uttered anything even remotely similar to him. The pleading tone of need and urgency of that last word damn near drove him mad. He wanted her now. To take her and ravage her so completely in a world of rapture and blessed pain, but he did manage to control himself. He had to remember that he was going to have her even if she had objected. With a reborn desire he pressed his lips to her own. In all honesty, he damn near crushed her lips with his own. There was no hesitation on his part about slipping his tongue through the part of his lips to enter her own mouth. First though, he let the tip of his tongue prick the edge of a fang. It was a small wound that would allow a small trickle of his own blood to flow. She seemed to be enveloped by the same passion and longing as he. Her lips eagerly parted to allow his tongue passage, just as her own slid out to enter his mouth. In a moment of carelessness her tongue slid across a fang and was cut open across its tip. The sharp pain did not even register in her mind now. Hell, she probably would not have acred even if she had noticed it. Slowly their tongues danced over one anothers. Gently massaging the other one moment, and then lashing out as if two leviathans in the throws of battle the next. These passionate exchanges grew in a massive fervor as the taste of one another's blood filled the other's mouths. He could taste the precious essence of life staining his lips and beginning to fill him with each passing second. She felt the power that lay within him. Her senses sharpened with each drop, and left her body feeling the raging inferno of her body awakening to the world as if for the first time. With a throaty groan he managed to tear himself from her. He had other pleasures to attend to now, and even he had to heed the demands for release that ushered through him. Those he would attend to shorty, but for now he wanted to see her form. He wanted to see its true form. To hell with the fabrics and designs that covered it from his ravaging gaze. Damned be those that would force a delectable morsel such as she to know the modesty of dress and the anguishing tortures of concealing such seeming perfection from the world! May they all burn in hell for such a sin! Chuckling softly, he pealed her from the wall. His form cradled her's in what seemed an innocent embrace. However, he had his reason's for this and they were rather crafty at that. The sharp nail of his index finger ran itself down her back. It started at the top of her shirt and slid clean down the fabric until he had sliced it clean through. That delicate touch seemed nothing more than a feather touch on her skin. He was even certain that their would not be a single scratch mark on her from his little deed. Now, he let his hands rest on her shoulders. With a mortal firmness he shoved her back into the wall. Of course, his hands slid to catch the sleeves of her shirt and pull the damned thing clean from her. Before she would have time to react, he had flung it clear across the room. Oh, how delectable her realization was. Her hands feebly tried to cover her ample, and rather perky, bosom. There was never a better example of the twentieth centuries conception of modesty. She could proudly show them to all the world's eyes as long as there was that thin fabric casing over them, but once it was removed and the bare flesh allowed to freely feel the night's breeze upon it, she had to be ashamed and hide them. Even the little mock scoff of surprise and disgust amused him. Such an innocent little exhibitionist... yes, it had been a long time since he had found one such as her. Fighting back a hysterical bout of laughter at her, his hands slid over her own. His fingers enlacing with her own atop her breasts. Then, with that boyish smile of innocence and devilishly perverse look in his preternatural eyes, he slid her hands from them. He relished in that feeling of the goose flesh on her breasts rising up under the delicate grazes of his finer tips. Of course there was an even bigger thrill coming from the fact that there was no resistance from her as he revealed that tender flesh. A Chance Encounter To him those orbs were a delicacy. That tender and pale flesh revealed so completely, and contrasted with those deeply colored nipples. They stood out proudly before him as he delighted in the thoughts of what he would do to them in just a few moments. However, before he could enjoy her body and bring them an unearthly pleasure, the remainder of her clothing had to be removed. The rest of her form had to be revealed to him. Before she had any idea he had moved, he was already on his knees and ripped her shoes clean from her feet. Such a nuisance those things were, and there was no need for delicacy of care in their removal. Her feet were nothing that interested him in the least. No, but other parts of her body did, and soon they would be revealed to his ravaging gaze and then to his aching body. Deciding to be a bit more tantalizing now, he decided on a rather fun method to remove her pants and undergarment. Lightly his hands trailed up her slender legs. Delicately did their tips trace the lines and subtle curves of her gorgeously sinful things. The skin that peered through the tattered slits and tears was as pale as the rest of her. Oh, how delectably creamy her complexion seemed to him. Ever so fair; it was as if her limbs had never seen the light of day a day in her life. He knew otherwise, but how he liked to delude himself once he found enticing details about his victims. Gradually he came back to his sense of the task at hand. Damning his cursed habit of getting caught up in the minor details of things. His hands now sat atop her luscious hips. They were not those slender pencil wide things the magazines depict as beauty. No, these were curved and shapely. He could feel the cushion of flesh under the skin tight material. Staring back up into her enticing emerald eyes, he slid his fangs through the slit in her jeans where the top button was. With a simple turn of the head the sound of it coming undone filled the room. Teasingly his tongue slid between the open flaps of the material to taste her flesh. The thin sheen of cold sweat that coated it added to its rich taste. The taste of salt helped to make her own naturally sweet taste stand out more. In any matter, his tease did not last long before he continued. His glass like nails slid between her flesh and what little clothing was left on her. Torturously slow did his fang's tip hook and drag her zipper down. That low hum barely managed to mask the sound of his victims stifled moans from her own ears, but he heard them. Yes, he heard them as clearly as he saw the look of lust in her eyes. Once, the zipper had come to stop his hands were left to slide down her faded jeans. At first, they merely pulled them gently with the nails being the only part of him touching her, but before they made it past her thighs his entire hands were caressing her soft flesh. His thumbs slid with a firm pressure down her tender inner thighs. His nails were turned so that they made two very shallow cuts that stopped just above her knees. From there it was a matter of letting them fall to the floor so that she could kick them to the side, which she did. In somewhat of a hurry his clothes were discarded as well. He did not pay much attention or care as to how they were removed or where they ended up. All that was heard were the few ruffled sounds of the material through the air and the slight thuds of his boots landing in the pile as well. In his head he thanked whatever god there was for the preternatural speed he acquired many centuries ago. It made these things so much easier on him. Glad to be free from his confinement he returned his attention to the vixen at hand. Smiling his hands returned to her hips and slid her legs apart. Just enough so that he could slide between them, if he so desired. His lips returned to her flesh as well. They kissed their way down and across her taught stomach. Down into that welcoming V. That inviting trail that leads to the most precious and pleasurable place a woman has... Once within the dip of that trail, his tongue slid out to trace those gently sloping lines. Once it met the slit of those puffy lips withdrew from her. The sounds of her disappointment were quickly banished by the feel of his cool teeth upon her inner thigh. Yes, they had returned to the end of the slit his thumb made not even a moment ago. A sharp gasp could be heard as they dug into her flesh. However, he controlled himself. Before breaking the skin, he withdrew them and allowed his tongue the opportunity to dance upon that line and lap up her ambrosia of life. This pattern continued-the biting, nipping, and licking- until he was just next to her heavenly pussy. He was going to continue her torture. Letting just the tip of his tongue touch those puffy wet lips, he licked around the top of them until he was at her other thigh. Then, he began to lightly kiss his way up that tender piece of flesh until he was at her knee. Every so often allowing his tongue to slip out and dance a little part of the trail. This torture was all too exquisite for him. He loved the site of his victim standing there, squirming under his touch and manipulations. Suddenly he realized that her hands had made their way to his mane of hair and had enlaced themselves in its ebony tresses. It felt as if she were going to rip out a few handfuls if she did not receive some kind of release. Even the stiffed sounds of her moans demanded this tease to end. With a small sigh, he looked up at her face. Her own teeth were embedded in her lower lip. He could tell she had just barely broken the skin due to that faint scent of her blood filling the air of the room along with her passions and sweat. Her eyes revealed her desire most clearly though. Yes, those eyes that were once the shade of emeralds were now darker than hunter's green. That spiral of darkening color nearly filled her eyes completely. Only a few traces of the original color were still present, and even they were darkening with each passing second. Without further hesitation he returned to that delightful little pussy. His hands slid up the backs of her thighs to rest just above her firm ass as he leaned in close to those puffy lips. His tongue slithered out and traced around their outer edges. Then, slowly, it began to spiral towards that little slit where they met. Once it was there, he traced with just enough force to bend the fleshy folds on his first pass. On the second he parted those tender pieces of flesh. With each passing stroke of his tongue he pushed further and further inward. Her grip in his hair tightened with each teasing lick. The moans she was once stifling were now beginning to echo off the bare walls of the room now.Her head was thrown back against the wall. Her eyes half closed and ladened with lust. Even her mouth was left open in that perfect little "O" as she pleaded with him to give her what she desired with her encouraging moans and groans. Now his tongue has pressing gently over her hard little clit. Slowly he let it press harder against that little nub. With little effort he began to roll the tip of his tongue over it. Then he let it slide down that slick crevice. Once it came to her opening he slid his tongue inside of her at a maddeningly slow pace. He let it push against those hot, moist walls. Spreading them with each passing second until finally it was buried completely in her heavenly pussy. Then he drew it out slowly, with the tip curled up dragging across that soft flesh. Every couple of seconds he would flick the tip of it until it was completely out of her. It returned tentatively to that little nub of her's, teasing it still. Just beyond its edge his tongue circled it. He knew the passing gusts of air briefly washed over it for split seconds at a time. After a few seconds of this he let the edge of his tongue gently graze the sides of her clit. The thought of how mad this was driving her delighted him to no bounds, but he decided it was best to let her have what she had been dieing for all night long. Firmly, he pressed his tongue over her clit for a moment before he began to flick at the tip of her nub. It was a maddening pace he kept; his tongue was flicking across it from every direction, with no real pattern to it, at a lightning fast pace. She was screaming now at the ear piercing level for him to continue. Her shouts of encouragement pleased him, after all is their anything better than making your victim beg for you to continue your assaults. The feel of her nails buried into his scalp was electrifying. The best part though, was that final cry she gave just as her orgasm hit her. Then she fell into an unearthly silence and stillness. After a moment passed she finally began to become audible again, but these were mere whimpers and shudders caused by the waves of pleasure still rippling through her body. He was now overcome with his own desires for release. Any consideration or humanity in him was gone as he rose to his feet in the blink of an eye. Using his supernatural gift fro speed he lifted her from the ground by the backs of her thighs and thrust himself into her. It was merciless how hard he had slammed himself inside of her. The slap of their bodies rang out nearly as loud as her cries from just moments ago. Following the booming slap was a loud scream from her. Without even realizing it she had clenched onto his back. Her nails were raking across that cold white skin of his, leaving behind them deep red lines. Also, her legs had wrapped themselves around his waist and clenched him to her as if for dear life. She was too far gone in the attempt to recover from her last orgasm to even notice the warm feeling of his blood coating her fingers with each passing second. His mind was too far gone now to comprehend much of what was going on. The civilized side of his mind had shut done to let loose his primitive side. That animalistic side that lie within each of us. The side that caused brutal a fucking to happen. Without a thought in his mind he began to pump into her with a fervor. His body needed release and hers could give it to him...that was the only thing he knew at this moment. The only noise that filled the room was the loud slapping of their bodies and the occasional cry of half pain and half pleasure from her. His breathing came in short grunts that sounded more like growls than anything. His eyes bore into her own with that primal challenge. In every essence of it he was a beast now, and he wanted her to meet his efforts with her own. That was his desire...to have her let loose and go at him with everything thing she had. The message was clear to her and she met it with as much vigor as he body could endure. She began to raise herself higher on the wall on his out-strokes using her thighs only to slam herself down into him as hard as she could with every in-stroke. Her mind was gone now, and her inner animal awoken. The stinging pain of the collision didn't matter to her anymore, nor did that near ripping feeling inside her that she got everytime he slammed home into her. All she cared about was the pleasure was receiving and the building orgasm that would soon be at hand. Their fevered pith continued and the sounds of it echoed throughout the night for some time. Just grunts, growls, groans, moan, and the occasional scream of undeterminable causes. Finally though it began to fade as fatigue filled them both. With one swift glance they both knew their ends were near and that their bodies would have to give into the pleasure they needed. She was the first to give in. He sweat covered body glistened in the moonlight that managed to fill the room. It was sudden, as her body froze against the wall just after slamming into him. To anyone peering in it would have seemed that they were both statues in that pose of mutual release, but on the inside she was alive. That tight wet hole of hers felt as if it were on fire. The muscles were milking him for every drop he had. They were clenching on him so tight he couldn't have tried to continue even if he had it in him. These sensations sent him over the edge. His own release triggered not even a second after her own. He began to pulse and swell inside her before releasing a torrent of cum inside her. The room was filled now with only the panting breaths of each of them as they seemed trapped in the continue bliss of orgasm. It seemed each ones responses kept the other on that edge as if egging it on further, but as we all know good things come to an end. His finished first, and she still seemed to be at the peek of her own. She didn't even feel the prick of his fangs against her neck. No, she was too lost in the throws of her pleasure. Soon she felt an oncoming sleep. It seemed to approach her as the waves of pleasure began to fade. She could feel her body going limp against his. It felt so heavy she was amazed that he had not dropped her or collapsed. She had barely noticed that he had backed away from the wall carrying her still entangled with his own form. In the last few seconds she was still conscious she felt the cool hardwood floor against her cooling skin. She felt a warmth coming from somewhere, but where. It was him. His flesh was warm like her own was before they started. She was too tired to care though, the last waves of her orgasm left her just before she fell asleep. It was true she was sleeping, for only a moment though. Then she was dead. Releasing her throat he moved up and whispered in her ear, "Such a shame my lovely... if only you hadn't caught my eye then you have lived. I am sorry, but atleast you got to know heaven before being cast to hell." With those few words he gathered his clothes and dressed as if none of it had ever happened. Then he proceeded to knick the tip of his finger on the edge of a fang. With the utmost care he let two drops of his blood flow onto her neck. Each onto one of the holes his fangs left. They closed almost instantly as if she had never been bitten. Sighing once more that eve, he began to move the object piled in front the door back to their respective places. The utmost care was taken to make it seem as if nothing had been touch or moved that night at all. He even moved her clothes from the floor to her hamper in the bathroom. Then, he peeled back the sheets of her bed and lay her there in such a peaceful state. Once the covers were drawn up over her, he slowly paced out the door of her house. The door already set to lock once he shut it. Once outside he chuckled to himself lightly, "I wonder what delight will catch my eye tomorrow night? I do hope that it is as lovely as tonight's victim. Otherwise my disappointment just might lead to a more brutal result and a lifeless corpse mangled upon the floor. That would be a shame... I do so hate reading about those nights in the papers the following eve while stalking my prey." With that he vanished from sight. The only noises left to hang in the air were those same menacing footsteps upon the pavement. A Chance Encounter THE BEGINNING (Her story) - I sat at the bar and ordered a shot of Gin (gin is sin- at least for me it is). I was sipping on the gin, when this guy asked me to dance. We got on the floor and he started to grind but the music was fast (lol). But he did feel so good. We worked up a sweat for a minute and then sat back at the bar. He ordered another drink for the both of us. He told me his name was James.... we talked a little and he said he was married. That bothered me a little, but at this point I was like, what the hell. He told me that he had drinks at his hotel room left the key on the bar. He said he would only be in town for a couple of days and told me to make up my mind .... and then walked out the bar. Intrigued, I thought about it for a minute or two, then I followed him. I followed him up the street to the hotel and found the room. I stood outside for minute thinking about it, but then curiosity got the better of me, I knocked first then I opened up the door The room was lit with candles and I thought to myself, how sweet. He closed the door behind me and pushed me to the bed (I was scared, but still excited). He told me take off my clothes and get in the shower. He had the water on and stood in the door way and while I cleaned myself (this was turning me on - mmmmmm). But that was when things changed. James pulled me by the hair, grabbing me out of the shower and told me to dry off. Then he reached under the bed and pulled out this suitcase. I try to run for the door, because by this time I thought... this guy is nuts! I got a peek of what was in the suitcase before he grabbed me by the hair and threw me to the bed. "Please James stop," but he sat on my stomach and put this strap on my wrist and ankles and told me to stand up. He grabbed me by the hair and said, "Bitch you will do as I say or will beat you ass raw. From now on you will address me as Sir!" "Yes ." I replied weakly, I was really scared at this point. "Yes what Bitch?" he said. Then he took his hand and slapped my tits till I yelled out "YES SIR!" THE BEGINNING (His story) - I decided to go to a local bar in town, to see what might be out there. My hormones were raging and I was in a mood... a good mood, or a bad mood... depending on how you looked at it. The first thing I saw was this gorgeous morsel of a woman, sitting at the bar nursing a drink. I introduced myself. After some small talk, I asked her to dance, she said yes, but the music was too fast to really grind well. I did get a chance to feel that nice ass, both hands full, something that I really liked. Not in the mood to beat around the bush, I slapped my room key on the bar and said , "I am in town for tonight and you are what I want. Make up your mind what you want to do." Then I left and walked back to the hotel. About 10 minutes after I got back to the hotel, there was a knock at my door. It was her. She was standing there a little flushed from the walk. I grabbed her by her wrist and dragged her to the bed. "Take off your clothes and get in the shower." was all I said to her. She looked a bit confused, but proceeded to strip for me. Her tits bounced out of the bra and that ass looked so inviting that I immediately got a hard on thinking about the fun that was to come (fun for me, anyway). I set the shower on high and watched as she prepared herself for me. The soap and the water ran over her body. She rubbed herself all over, trying to give me a sexy show. I got tired of waiting and watching what I could get at any titty bar in town and yanked her out of the shower by her hair. "Dry yourself off and sit your ass on the bed." I had a major surprise for her and she was going to like it - or else. My suitcase of toys was under the bed and when I went to get it, she tried to run out of the door, naked. I grabbed her as she went by and slung her back to the bed. Grabbing my straps, I tied her hands together. I pushed her down on the bed and tied straps to both her ankles as well. She was bound but not completely, when I snatched her from the bed, stood her up and pulled her close to me. "Bitch, you will do as I say or I will beat your ass raw!" I saw fear and excitement in her eyes as I continued, " And from now on, you will address me as SIR!" She answered with a weak, "yes." At this point, I slapped her across her huge tits. "YES What Bitch?" I said, slapping her again and again. "YES SIR," she answered. THE CONCLUSION - I saw a tear slide down her cheek and I laughed. "Not what you expected when you saw me in the bar, was it, bitch?" I grabbed her wrists and pulled her across the room, causing her to stumble and nearly fall. I grabbed her hair with my other hand and threw her on the bed face down. Tying her hands to the bed I look in the closet and get the leg spreader bar and attach it to her ankles. She squirms in anticipation of what she thinks is next. "No, please don't do that to me!" "Did you say something you slut?" I slapped her across her sexy fat ass. "I meant to say, Sir, please don't do that. I have never had anything in my ass sir!" This makes me laugh again. "Bitch, before this night is through, you will give me that ass willingly!" Reaching back into the bag, I pull out a paddle and begin to smack that ass over and over and over again. She cries out with each blow and I realize that she is making too much noise. "You stupid cunt, stop all that noise or I will have to gag you!" She doesn't understand, until I pull her head back, show her my ball gag and place it in her mouth. She cries out, "Please sir, I will be good. Just let me have my mouth.... I can't breathe with that in it.... PLEASE SIR NO GAG!" Letting go of her hair, I leave it lying on the pillow beside her and get my flogger out and whip that behind even more. She squirms and writhes on the bed, trying hard to avoid the blows. Her ass is getting redder and redder, small whelps forming and some of them beginning to bleed. The lotion comes next, to soothe she thinks, but it also allows me to lube her ass. When my finger slides inside, she tenses and I pull out... only to push in again and again until she succumbs to the idea. That is when I put the smallest butt plug in her ass and leave her to go prepare myself. Returning with my blindfold in hand, I grab a handful of hair and pull her face towards me. The blindfold slips easily on her head, but she objects when I put the gag by her lips. Slapping her across the face, I say to her, "Open your mouth slut, or I will slap you again!" She whimpers in compliance and opens for the gag. The ball fits nicely and she is unable to speak or see. Flipping her on her back gives me access to her tits and I slap them a few times for good measure. She squirms and tries to scream through the gag, each slap causing tears and spit to flow from the restraints and mingle on the bed sheets below. I am getting aroused as I watch her...... heaving her chest, breathing deeply at the respite and wondering what comes next. Her nipples are erect and hard so I place clothespins on each one. The flogger continues the work started on that ass, when I flog her tits, over... over.... and over again. She is getting lost in the sensation, not sure if she is in pain - or extremely aroused. Both our senses are heightened by the extreme emotions and activity. Grabbing the spreader bar, I lift her legs into the air and attach them to the headboard of the bed, bending her nearly double. The pussy is fully exposed to my view and she cannot move. I take a moment to replace the butt plug with a larger, thicker shaft. She moans and I am not sure if it is pleasure or pain , no matter, it only excites me more. The flogger continues it's work on the exposed ass and pussy, slapping them lightly, and causing more welts to appear. She squirms and juices flow out onto the bed with each contact. I release the ball gag and allow her a moment to catch her breath. She coos with relief and mumbles, "Thank you sir." When I climb onto the bed, she senses what is to come and finally understanding the moment, begins to relax in preparation. I mount her and my weight forces the air from her lungs. I push my way inside and start to stroke her pussy. Her wetness is so inviting and she moans her pleasure to me. "Tell me if you like it my sweet.... Tell me!" "Yessir, I love what you do to meeeeee..... More sir, PLEASE!" is her reply. "OOOO SIR, May I cum please? Please sir, may I cum?" Laughing, I respond, "Yes, but do it quickly." She moans and spasms almost immediately, her pussy pushing wave after wave around my dick, arousing me and pushing me to the brink. I reach around and pull the plug out of her ass and say to her, "What is it you want me to do with this ass? Beg me.... tell me what you want!" Between stokes, she hisses through clinched teeth, "Puh...leezze... sir... in... my..... ass now! PUHLEEZE!" Snatching my dick from her pussy, I plunge into her ass in one stroke. Driving deep, causes her to yell out her acceptance and joy. "Uhhhhhh, Yesssssss.....YESSSSSSSS! OOOOWWWWOOOoooooo! YES SIR!!!" Her second orgasm is more than I can endure and I cum with each thrust bringing an explosion of jism into her booty hole. "OOOOOOO..... YESsssssssss! What a good little bitch!" Nearly falling asleep with exhaustion, I manage to make it to the shower, leaving her on the bed, tied and blindfolded. When I return, I release her from all the restraints. Her legs are too weak to stand, so I lift her, carry her into the bathroom and place her into the soothing bath I have prepared. Allowing her a moment to relax, I go make the bed with fresh linens, returning to bathe and caress her body. She sighs and coos with each pleasurable stroke. I place her on the toilet and allow her to relieve herself while I dry her body and oil her down. At this point she is nearly sleep, so I carry her back to the bed and we fall asleep in each other's arms. Tomorrow is another day..........of pleasure. A Chance Encounter It had been two years since they'd seen each other. Two years since breaking it off for good after considerable struggle to stop. Neither wanted to end it; but the only thing harder than ending was continuing. The deceit, the guilt, the risk, it had all taken a toll. She'd gone on Xanax halfway through; he'd taken to sleeping on the leather couch in the second floor study. Having so much on the line, they came to a collective realization: it could end sadly, or it could end badly. With much turmoil and tears, they eventually decided on sadly. But after the final break-up the fire still smoldered, and as they jockeyed over life's daily hurdles with partners they shared little true emotion, thoughts of their perfect encounters never left their minds. They knew it was unfair to compare relationships. As a couple, they'd never shouldered the burden of dealing with a child's angst or medical issues, never discussed money, never dealt with one another's shortcomings or personality quirks on a daily basis. Instead, they'd enjoyed a fairy tale relationship where only the surface of things mattered. Issues of deepest importance took a backseat to having fun and quenching their sexual thirst for each other. Still, there was something about them as a couple--some chemistry that bubbled up when they were together--which made them believe they would have weathered life's storms with aplomb, even while dealing with the kid's issues, even if the personality quirks were on display each day. They'd have their stressful times, as all couples do; but they'd have their soothing nights too, where behind closed doors they'd regroup and recharge, fortifying each other, helping one another face tomorrow's challenges by loving each other so perfectly today. As dumb luck would have it, or perhaps it was fate, their families were booked at the same high-rise hotel on Florida's Gulf coast during their kids' winter school break. It would have been more of a coincidence if they hadn't stayed at the hotel years earlier on a business trip; still it was a piece of good fortune. It was on the morning of the second day while his wife and kids were at the beach when he spotted her. He'd been talking to the concierge about restaurant suggestions and for no apparent reason glanced over to the elevators just as she was coming from one. It was another piece of good fortune, or maybe a miracle. She looked harried as she stopped in front of the elevator, exhaling a hard breath, blowing it up her face to remove the wispy bangs that had fallen into her eyes. He'd seen this gesture so many times before--as they worked on particularly perplexing law cases together, or talked of letting each other go---and he literally stopped in mid-sentence to stare at her. She was wearing a sexy sundress he'd never seen before. It made him jealous, realizing her life had moved on without him, her beauty and sex appeal intact; and it made him long for her all the more. He looked her up and down, from head to toe. Her dark hair was in a messy bun, the dress hugged her slim hips seductively and she wore open-toed sandals that strapped high around her ankles. He couldn't tell from across the lobby, but figured her toenails were painted a girly shade of pink. She caught his eye as the elevator doors closed behind her. He wondered if she'd pretend not to see him, look away, walk through the lobby as if the greatest coincidence in their history had not just happened. Instead, she rushed toward him like he was a magnet. They embraced in the middle of the lobby with only enough words to figure the crazy coincidence, laughing about having agreed back then the hotel would be a good place for kids. And then, after establishing that their spouses and kids were unlikely to walk into the hotel, they embraced again. It was ironic to hug openly in a hotel lobby. Unless they were traveling on business and had legitimate reasons to be together they'd never so much as entered a hotel at the same time before. They'd always built elaborate schemes of entering at different times, from different entrances, sometimes under assumed names, all designed to get them safely in a room together so they could make love for hours. Here, in this hotel, the meeting was unplanned and innocent, so they figured they could explain the embrace if they got caught. "Oh, hi honey, this is Brian Walters. We used to work together at Cravath. He's here with his family..." They tried keeping the second embrace as cordial as the first, but his hold on her skinny hips lingered as he smelled the suntan lotion on the nape of her neck. She let out a weak moan as he held her close and all his desires came flooding back in currents of lust. When she felt him swelling against her thigh, her next moan was weaker in resistance, and stronger in desire. It had been two years. During that time, he'd done all he could to put their magical connection behind him. He put in even longer hours at work, spent considerable time with his daughter, began painting landscapes again in his makeshift studio out back; but no matter what he did to occupy his mind, he couldn't shake his true feelings. He was in love with her. When alone in the shower, to this day it was she he thought about. She held him to her, remembering the incredible aliveness of his body as he nibbled at her neck. He had always known exactly how to touch her, when to be soft, when to be passionate, when to take her however he pleased. After a minute he pulled back and looked down at her body. Her breasts were full and rising against the lightweight fabric of her dress. He knew she was his, at least for this little while, just as she'd always been, in sync with his movements, thinking the same thoughts, wanting the same things. None of the passion between them had dissipated over time. If anything, their time apart had only heightened their longing. He looked into her dark eyes and noticed they were beginning to shine as she batted her thick eyelashes. "Don't," he said, squeezing her hands in his between their bodies. "You never liked my emotions." "I love your emotions, Mandy. I don't like what they do to me." He looked down to her fingers entwined in his, saw them heavy with diamonds, as if they were anchors to keep her in place. He glanced away, hoping for something meaningless to look at. His eyes fell upon three pieces of Louis Vitton luggage in a corner of the lobby and he zeroed in on them while gathering himself. Then his eyes moved back to her. "How's Dennis, and the boys," he said quickly. "Everybody's fine. We're...fine. I'm meeting them now. Rebecca? Rachel?" "Rachel's at the Nichol's School now. They're good with autistic kids. She's doing much better there." "She's a special child. I've missed your stories about her. And...Rebecca? She's well?" "Rebecca's fine. Rebecca's... ...well." He looked back to the set of luggage, blinking his eyes and wondering if the bags were lost or unclaimed or just waiting to be swept up to a room. He looked again to his hands clutching hers, noticing her fresh manicure. And then his tired, hooded eyes swept up to meet hers again. "I made partner." He said. "I wanted to email you so badly." "I wish you did, but I understand. How're things at Wachtell, Lipton? Legal Secretary for the Chief Litigator. That must be exciting." "The cases are exciting. Thank you for that." There was an awkward pause as he sniffled and looked away and then turned back to her yet again. "It was just too hard, Mands, working together. All I had to do was look at you and forget about doing what was right." "You don't have to apologize." "I felt bad. It should have been me who left. I've missed you more than I can say." "I know. I...know." "They'll be at the beach a while. Maybe we could--" "We have a reservation for some catamaran trip. I'm on strict orders to be there at 11:00 sharp, even though he knows I hate boats." "You couldn't just say no to it?" "It's bad enough I work. On vacation he expects me by his side. My sons want me to go, especially Tim, so I'm going." He looked at his watch. "You have twenty minutes." "We've done so well, Brian. It's been so hard getting to this point." They looked into each other's eyes, still holding hands. He squeezed with a longing just shy of desperation, making her feel she was the perfect girl for him, the only one for him, just as he always made her feel when they were together. He squeezed again, and then led her toward the elevators. After he pushed the button for his floor they stood facing front, waiting for the doors to close. The walls inside were mirrored glass but neither looked at their reflection. They waited in silence as the doors finally rumbled their way to a lazy close. All alone now, he turned and kissed her gently on the mouth. He was tentative, but when she parted her lips and accepted his tongue, his arms went around her, engulfing her. Every reason for their break-up was instantly forgotten as the nuances of their love came flooding back. Gone too was the subtle sexual build-up they'd always shared when meeting at one of their secret spots, where soft kisses and loving embraces led to longer kisses and quiet whispers, and then his hands would find their way under her skirt, and he would rub between her legs and whisper some more, until finally he'd plunge his fingers deep inside her. Both of them realized their time was short, which added to the intensity of their passion. She grabbed his arms from around her body, placed his hands on her breasts and whispered, "I love you, Brian...I love you...I'll love you forever." A moment later he turned her toward one of the mirrored walls, bending her forward at the waist. She remembered he liked this position and gripped the shiny metal pole running horizontally along the wall while spreading her feet for him. She arched her back and her hardened nipples showed clearly in the mirror as he lifted the sundress up the back of her legs. He exposed her skimpy pink bikini bottom and then unleashed himself from his pants. Pulling the bikini to the side, he put the oozing tip of his cock against her opening, slathering her with precome. Her pussy lips were puffy and slick against him, just as he'd remembered from all those times at her home when her husband was out of town making deal after deal and her boys were at boarding school. As he pushed, he slid all the way in with one slippery stroke, just like on those countless afternoons in the various hotel rooms they shared throughout the city. Feeling how wet she became had always made him excited, and now was no different. After a few long strokes he began pumping her very hard while holding her messy bun with one hand and reaching around her body with the other to pinch her nipples through her dress. He could see her face in the mirror as her head was forced back; her mouth had fallen open and her eyes were rolled back in sublime acceptance. When she groaned, he fucked her even harder, pumping in and out with all his gusto while telling her he loved her too. The hotel floors were flying by fast...ding...ding...ding... and although the couple was fairly oblivious to their surroundings, they soon realized the elevator was slowing to a stop. He barely had time to tuck himself into his pants before the once lazy doors opened with alarming alacrity. They raced to his room with him unzipped and pulling her by the hand. When the room door swung closed behind them she kissed him wildly in the hall-like area between the bathroom and closets. Grabbing at each other's clothes, he pulled the dress over her head and lowered the straps of her bikini top from her shoulders. Her beautiful breasts spilled out, her rosy nipples standing proudly at attention for him. He rolled a nipple between thumb and forefinger while putting two fingers of his other hand into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, looking into his eyes while cupping him through his trousers; then she pulled his fingers out of her mouth and dropped quickly to her knees, a position she'd assumed for him so many hundreds of times before. They had only a few minutes, so she went at him with abandon; otherwise, she would have taken her time, building him up slowly and surely until he couldn't stand it any longer. Her head moved quickly as she sucked and moaned, loving him with all her heart once again, wanting only to satisfy him and feel his hot liquid love spurt into her mouth. It was a feeling she'd never appreciated with any other man. With him, each time it happened she immediately longed for the next time. With time running out, he pulled her off his cock and got down on the carpeted floor. He swiveled her body around, pulling her on top of him in a sixty-nine position. She spread her legs over his face and lowered her bikini-covered pussy to his mouth. She was sucking him again with determination, moaning as he pulled the bikini to the side and probed her with his pointy tongue. When he began lapping at her engorged clit he could tell she wasn't far off, and neither was he. The scene was so different from their home life, where on those rare sexual occasions, coming was sometimes an impossibility and most times a chore. With each other, coming in unison two or three times per encounter was not uncommon. Their intimacy and connection left nothing forced, uncomfortable, unpleasant or awkward. As her head bobbed like a piston she could feel him tighten in her mouth and knew her wish to taste him was about to come true. All the while, his tongue bathed her clit as he put two fingers inside her. Finding her G-spot, he rubbed the spongy, coral-like nub softly. Soon he felt her legs tense. She began quivering in orgasm just as his come spurted into her mouth. She swallowed what she could, but there was too much. What she couldn't swallow drooled down her chin and dripped onto his pelvis. They were both moaning loudly, tasting each other at the same time. By now she was two minutes late meeting her husband and sons for her catamaran ride. They got up from the floor and she quickly snaked her arms back through her bathing suit straps. Picking up her dress from the floor, she slipped it over her head and wiggled into it. She smoothed her flat hands over it, hoping to rid it of any wrinkles. He grabbed a hand towel from the bathroom and came out to be with her as he wiped himself clean. He then threw the towel into the bathroom, watching it sail across the tile floor until it bumped to an abrupt stop against the tub. Entering the elevator, they looked at themselves in the mirrored glass, making sure they didn't look too disheveled. He embraced her from behind, just as he'd done after the first time they'd made love. It was in a Santa Fe hotel room seven years earlier, after flying out from La Guardia to take a deposition. He'd said to her then they made the perfect couple. When he said it, she'd been thinking the exact same thing. She was remembering those prophetic words as their gaze lingered in the mirror. But now she realized they were also a couple whose love and passion could only work when traveling incognito. It was a sad love; one that offered no happy ending; one that by design would leave no mark on the world. It was a love that was written in water. A lugubrious silence hung in the air as she leaned into him and blew the hair from her face. "We're here another four days," he said quietly in her ear, hoping for a response he could live with. "Tomorrow we're going for a day trip to some island. Another boat trip for me. We're leaving at ten." Her eyes began to well up. She didn't stop the tears when they overflowed their sockets. She looked at them in the mirror as they rolled down her cheeks, discerning them individually, giving an emotion to each...this one representing hopelessness, this one loneliness, this one longing. She watched as he brushed each away absently with his thumb. She composed herself as the elevator doors sprang open. They emptied into the lobby and she held onto his hands as she began speaking in a squeak. "You know, I still haven't been to confession. I thought it would be the first thing I did. You probably don't know, but you have to feel genuine remorse; otherwise the confession's meaningless. I've yet to feel remorse. It's a hard thing to reconcile, knowing it's wrong and not caring that it is." "Maybe you can be remorseful knowing you've done something against your God...and going behind Dennis's back...but still feel good about us. It was never tawdry between us, Mandy. It was never about sex for me, or for you." "And that's what made it more unfair to them, and harder for us. Really, the only remorse I felt was perhaps thinking I'd neglected Tim. It's hard having twin boys. There's so much rivalry. Tom's enrolled in a kid's program at Juilliard now. His teachers are convinced he'll be a famous composer some day, just as he's been saying for years. I'm so proud of him, but I see Timmy looking on from the wings. It's incredibly hard on him. If there's anything I have remorse about, it's that I might have neglected him during those years. It's impossible not to lose track of things when something so intense is happening. No...I need to stop." He had heard her and it all made sense; yet he was still hopeful, still holding her hands, still thinking of the heavenly days they might again share. But that wasn't going to be. She dropped her hands from his as if her willpower and better judgment had finally provided strength enough to fight the force of his magnetism. He saw the conflict in her eyes, the light and love that burned so brightly being doused by tears of reason. Their love could never be fully extinguished, they both realized that, but for the first time he finally understood the gloomy mantra he'd heard from her so many times before: They were impossible. She broke his stare, looked down at her hands, twisted the big diamond on her finger, turning it halfway around absently so the rock was positioned on the underside of her hand. She looked at her spread out fingers, admiring the simple band while remembering better times...and remembering the inscription inside the band that read, "Til Death Do Us Part". She sniffled and clenched her jaw, almost chuckling at the magnitude of those five small words. Then she turned the ring upright again and the artificial light of the lobby hit the stone, making it look shiny and new. Finally, she looked up to him through her tears. "Goodbye...I love you," was all she said. They were words with a magnitude all their own, and her voice cracked over each one of them. Then she turned and walked away. He did not call after her as she strode courageously through the lobby. He let her go, back toward the rocking boat that was her life. A Chance Encounter Hannah was 22 and until the day she went for the movie Basic Instinct 2, she never realised a certain unique interest of hers. It may be unfair to say that she is attracted both the sexes, since what happened that day was not initiated by her, but by an older lady that she happened to meet at the cinema by accident or fate, she would never know. Hannah was a pretty young thing. Her short blond hair gave her a boyish look until your gaze swept down to the rest of her body. There was nothing boyish about this young lady. Her hips were full, and she had an impressive chest bordering on a 34 d cup that she generally tried to hide with a smaller bra size. This had an alarming habit of pushing up her bra to accentuate her cleavage that forced her to wear high necked tshirts. However, her flat tummy and unassuming face that was prettier than most girls were the very reasons why men as well as women looked at her more than twice. Hannah had long ago given up trying to acknowledge any of these looks or advances and many a time she was compelled to lead a reculsive life as much as her life would permit. In a rare moment of desperation to come out of her shell, she decided to watch a movie that she really liked: SpiderMan 3. Toby MacGuire was her idol and that was the main reason for her attraction to this movie. So she went alone to the movie. She was dressed in a flowing skirt that did its best to hide her legs and a turtle neck sweater. However, there was too much of a crowd for the movie and she did not want to go back either. So she ended up in a queue for a completely different movie: Basic Instinct 2. There was not much of a crowd at the movie and she found herself standing behind a lady who seemed to be on her own. She was quite a pleasant looking lady who seemed to be in her early thirties. She was dressed in a short casual skirt that attracted the eyes of several young men. She did not seem to notice these glances and kept her attention focused on the moving queue. Hannah was right behind her and could not help but notice her full figure and bulging bust. It made Hannah wonder how this lady managed the constant stares from a number of people. She was wearing a blouse that barely hid the cleavage and the blouse ended an inch above the waist of her skirt exposing her flat tummy. Judging by the tone of her muscles, Hannah realised that she was looking at a fit woman. Before long, they were at the ticket counter. The man at the counter issued two tickets thinking that Hannah was with the lady. She looked back at Hannah and then paid for both tickets, giving her a gentle smile. "Here you go. Looks like I am lucky enough to be seated next to you," she said. Hannah insisted on paying for the ticket but, she brushed it away. "You can buy me some pop corn if you like." she said. They got the pop corn and Hannah was feeling a bit uncomfortable around this strange woman. It turned out that they had the box all to themselves which made Hannah even more uncomfortable. They finally sat down next to each other. Hannah was fidgeting with her watch and forced herself to talk about why she came to the movie. It turned out that Tracy was a fan of Sharon Stone. Hannah couldnt help looking at Tracy's cleavage from time to time when she turned to talk to her. She seemed not to notice the young girls glances. After a while Hannah got comfortable with Tracy, finding her to be a funny and and easygoing person. The theater was getting a bit colder and Hannah felt goosebumps on her hands. The lights went off and the movie started. Hannah was not prepared to face what happened next. The credits started with Sharon Stone being fingered by a half delirious man. She was surprised to find that it was arousing to watch a woman driving a car at high speed being fingered at the same time. She continued to watch the scene, mesmerised and out of the corner of her eye, she spotted something strange. She could see Tracy's hand on her own breasts caressing them. She did not want to move her head to see what was going on. But she felt desperate about seeing this older woman caressing herself. She turned slowly towards Tracy. Tracy's hands were caressing her body. Tracy saw her look and smiled. "I hope you wouldn't mind if I touch myself a bit," she said caressing her breasts ever so gently. Hannah could not take her eyes off this spectacle. Tracy's actions were so erotic that she felt her hands rise upto her chest. She stopped herself in time pushing her hands somewhat reluctantly to her lap. She could not move. Tracy continued to caress herself. Hannah was shocked to notice a certain amount of moisture between her legs. She squirmed in her seat willing herself to get up and stomp out of the box. But her body did not move. Tracy turned towards her. "Can you help me with my bra?" she asked, turning her back to her and lifted her blouse exposing her smooth skin. Hannah resisted an urge to feel Tracy's skin, but her hands did not obey her. She felt her hands run over Tracy's back as it moved up towards her bra to unsnap the clasp. Hannah felt the releasing of Tracy's breasts as the tension eased on the massive mounds. Tracy settled into her seat and started to rub her breasts under her blouse. Hannah was mesmerised by the bulging breasts being caressed by Tracy. She felt her mouth water at the thought of the loveliness inside Tracy's blouse. As if she read her mind, Tracy calmly lifted her tshirt and bra exposing her milky breasts. Her nipples were pink and the aureola was large. Hannah could see that these were natural breasts devoid of any enhancements. Tracy took Hannah's shaking hand and placed it on her breast urging her to caress them. Tracy was shocked but could not take her hand off Tracy's soft flesh. She leaned closer as she tried to calm her trembling fingers as she ran her hand over Tracy's breasts feeling the contours. She teased the skin on the nipple coaxing them out of its lethargy and gasped as it stood up proud. Tracy put one hand behind Hannah's head and slowly pulled her down to the warm skin of her breast, her intention obvious. Hannah's mouth opened automatically to welcome the soft skin of Tracy's breast into her mouth. She started to lick the upper part of her breast, holding it in her hand. Tracy's breast felt heavy in her hand. She squeezed it lightly as her mouth left a trail of saliva across Tracy's breast making its way towards the summit of her breast. Hannah's heart was beating faster than ever and she was so confused as to why she found this act so erotic. This was the first time she tasted a womans' breast and she felt as if she had done this all her adult life. Hannah's mouth reached its destination and Tracy shuddered as Hannah's inexperienced lips took hold of her pleasure point. Hannah's enjoyed the harness of Tracy's erect nipple and started to suck in earnest. Her other hand toyed with the other nipple making it hard. Hannah sucked Tracy's nipple hard making Tracy moan and wriggle in her seat. Hannah spotted Tracy's hand moving towards Tracy's crotch. Hannah stopped Tracy's hand and placed her own hand on Tracy's thigh, caressing the smooth toned skin. She moved her hand up, feeling the heat of Tracy's core. Hannah's hand moved higher and higher reaching the wet fabric of Tracy's panty. Tracy scooted down the seat to make her pussy more accessible to Hannah. Hannah started to jab her fingers at Tracy's pussy over the panty making Tracy jump at every jab. Tracy reached under Hannah's tshirt and started to squeeze Hannah's breasts. Hannah pulled up her tshirt giving Tracy access. Tracy helped Hannah remove her panties making Tracy's wet pussy accessible. Hannah could see glimpses of Tracy's pussy in the darkened theater. She cupped Tracy's pussy and was unsure how to proceed. Tracy gave her quick lesson in pussy rubbing and Hannah started to rub her pussy making a wet sound as it slipped along Tracy's slit. Tracy moaned softly as she felt Hannah's fingers traverse her wet pussy. She pushed her body against her fingers needing more of Hannah's touch. Hannah responded by putting on more pressure. Tracy pulled Hannah's head away from her breast and started to kiss her mouth. Hannah felt a woman's tongue and lips for the first time in her life and enjoyed its soft feel. She had kissed a couple of guys before and kissing a woman seemed much more enjoyable. Then, Tracy bent over Hannah's breasts, searching for the hard young nipples. Hannah almost screamed as she felt Tracy suck her nipple. She held Tracy tight as her mouth explored. Hannah's fingers faltered on Tracy's pussy as she found the attention too much and it distracted her from rubbing Tracy's pussy. Tracy didn't notice as she continued her onslaught on Hannah's hard nipples. Hannah could sense Tracy s attention getting more intense as she felt her mouth suck harder. Tracy pulled up Hannah's skirt trying to get at Hannah's pussy. Before long, Hannah's panties were on the floor and both women were rubbing each others pussies. "Oh Hannah, I wanna fuck your pussy,..." whispered Tracy. Before Tracy could respond, Tracy just stood up and made Hannah lie down on the carpeted floor. She lifted Hannah's skirt baring her pussy. Then she lay on top of Hannah with her pussy pressing gently against Hannah's lying at an angle getting the maximum contact possible. She gently started kissing Hannah while starting to rub her pussy on the young girls pussy. Hannah was surprised but had no choice but to respond while moving her hips in concert with Tracy. They started to feel the heat and wetness of each others pussies rubbing against each other, trying to merge while the other patrons watched the movie oblivious to what was happening a few feet away. Tracy started to hump Hannah's pussy faster and faster kissing her so hard as she felt herself on the edge of her climax. Hannah felt Tracy's urgency and moved faster feeling her own climax nearing. Just then, Tracy came, moaning into Hannah's mouth and she kept rubbing her pussy against Hannah without slowing down. The intensity of this act made Hannah cum a second later. Hannah didn't scream as her mouth was locked into Tracy and she held onto Tracy as her body rocked with a fantastic orgasm. After catching their breath, both women sat up and moved into their seats after wearing most of the clothing. "Oh, Hannah, I just can't get enough of your pussy. Would you like to come with me to my place? We still have at least a couple of hours," Tracy said looking at Hannah hungrily. "Yyess..," Hannah nodded. They both left the cinema in a hurry and headed down to Tracy's place. Tracy lived in an apartment complex close to the cinema. They entered Tracy's apartment. As soon as they were inside, Tracy pushed Hannah against the wall and started to kiss her hard pressing Tracy's heavy breasts against Hannah. Hannah hugged Tracy tight as she felt Tracy's tongue explore her mouth. Hannah lifted Tracy's blouse, and Tracy helped her take it off. Before long both women were topless,rubbing their breasts as they kissed hungrily. Tracy enjoyed kissing this young inexperienced woman who was a fast learner. Hannah was amazed about how pleasurable it was to be kissed by and older woman. Hannah got bolder and turned the tables on Tracy. She turned Tracy so that she was pinned against the wall. She started to kiss Tracy's neck feeling the smooth skin on her neck and started to suck the skin. Hannah jammed her thigh between Tracy's legs forcing them open pushing the tight skirt up. As if in a trance Hannah knelt before Tracy, pushing the skirt up more and baring her pussy. Her tongue reached out automatically reaching the wet fabric of Tracy's panty. Tracy was beyond the teasing phase. In a lightening move, her panty was off and Hannah's tongue touched a woman's pussy for the first time. As her tongue touched Tracy's pussy, Hannah felt a wave of pleasure course through her body making her shudder. Before long, Hannah's mouth was all over Tracy's pussy loving the taste of it. She kept licking Tracy and before long Tracy was on the verge of another orgasm. Tracy made Hannah finger her pussy as she licked her clit and before long Tracy came hard collapsing on Hannah helplessly as she lost all control of her legs. Tracy recovered quickly and reciprocated. Her mouth found Hannah's pussy and Hannah felt a womans tongue on her pussy for the first time. She held on to Tracy as she felt her tongue roam all over her pussy. Then she felt Tracy go lower and lower reaching the end of her pussy and reaching the area between her anus and pussy. She enjoyed Tracy's attention. When she felt Tracy's tongue reach her anus, Hannah almost jumped. But Tracy held her down moving towards her little hole gently probing. Hannah felt Tracy's tongue trying to make its way past the tight opening. Hannah relaxed her muscles, letting Tracy push through. Tracy tongued Hannah making her scream. She felt Tracy's finger enter her pussy making it even nicer. She felt Tracy's attention get intense as she drifted closer and closer to an orgasm. Just then, she felt Tracy's finger replace her tongue in her ass and now she had two fingers: one up her pussy and one up her ass. A few seconds later Hannah screamed as she came hard. "Oh gosh Tracy, that felt so good," moaned Hannah as she stretched like a cat on the floor. They got up and had a shower together ending up in another couple of orgasms as they soaped each other. It was late when Hannah finally left promising to grow the friendship to much dizzier heights. Tell me if you like more of this couple. Gen_man69. A Chance Encounter 'You mean someone like you?' I responded cautiously. 'Why not? Although I'm obviously not a professional reviewer, I am a very regular reader - and I think by now I can at least tell the difference between what's good and what's definitely not. All you'd have to do is send over a few, maybe of the shorter ones - I promise you I wouldn't say I think it's terrific unless I actually thought so.' 'Well, if you wouldn't mind doing that -' I started to say before she interrupted. 'Of course I wouldn't!' 'What I was going to say was - if you wouldn't mind doing that, I actually have a few of them here, with me. My agent and I had arranged to meet-up with each other whilst I am still doing the rounds on this promotional trip.' I explained. 'You mean here, in the hotel?' 'Mmm!' I replied uncertainly. 'So, do you want to let me read them - at least one or two of them?' she asked. 'Only if you're sure you'd really like to.' 'Of course I would! Where are they, up in your room?' I nodded, then watched as she lifted her glass and drained it. 'So, come on then!' she said as she pushed herself back from the table and stood. A few minutes later we were upstairs and, having poured us each another drink from the mini-bar, I sorted through the copies of the stories that lay in the bottom of my briefcase until I found the three shortest of those I had written in the feminine voice. 'I mentioned that I had tried a few times to write a few stories from the female's viewpoint, and that obviously I have never had any real idea of how well I've been able to do that. So if you wouldn't mind, this way I can sort of kill two birds with the one stone.' I explained as I handed the three separately clipped groups of pages to her. 'Good idea - I normally like to read books with these kinds of stories in them when in my bath, even though they usually end up getting rather soggy!' she added with a quirky grin. 'But I hope you're not just going to sit and watch me while I read.' she added as she settled herself down at the table by the night-blackened window. 'No it's all right, I've got my lap-top with me, so while you're reading I can catch-up on the notes I've been making about the people I've met on the trip - you know, so I can write a few thank-you letters when it's all over.' So, as she turned the cover-sheet of the first, shortest of the three stories, I settled down on the other side of the room and fired-up my lap-top. I knew that it would take her less than ten minutes to read that first one, then perhaps twenty to thirty to get through the second; so I spent the first fifteen or so minutes concentrating on accurately transposing the notes I had kept of people's names and when and where I had met them. But of course, from time to time I found myself looking up from the screen while trying to remember one or other detail of a meeting - and the first time I had done so I discovered that although Millie was on the far side of the room, because of the angle of the positions we were each sitting in, I could in fact, in a mirror on the wall above me, see her reflection. At first she had sat with one hand supporting her head, while using the other to slowly turn the pages. But even before she had finished the first story I noticed that she had shifted her position slightly and had dropped the first hand down into her lap. I found myself wondering if that had been a purely reflexive move - or had the content of even that shortest of stories actually begun to affect her? Just the thought that it might have was thrilling - and the possibility that just reading words I had written had excited her, began to excite me. So what had at first been no more than a purely accidental glimpse of her took on a whole new relevance for me - and while preparing myself to quickly look back down at my computer at the first sign that she might be about to turn around, once I saw that she had begun the second story, I watched her much more intently. Of course I knew each of them so well that just from subconsciously counting the pages she had turned I knew roughly which section she had read through to, so once I knew she had reached the start of one of the more sexually explicit parts, my interest in her reactions grew even stronger. And, almost right on cue, I saw that my hopeful thoughts seemed to be confirmed - and confirmed in an even more dramatically exciting way than I could have ever have dreamed of! As the description of the events in front of her grew more overtly erotic, I saw the hand that had until then been curled tightly in her lap, reach forward, then move up under skirt - and as it did so, pushing the hem of it higher, and very quickly making it perfectly clear that not only did Millie have a beautiful, and slenderly curvaceous leg, but also that under the skirt she was wearing stockings, not pantyhose! The contrast between the pale, smooth, and roundly firm strip of thigh, and the sheer, shiny blackness of the stocking, was itself disturbingly thrilling - but added to that was the thought of where her fingers were heading for - and with that I felt what had until then merely been a slow but steady stiffening, suddenly jerk my cock more vibrantly alive. I could have remained sitting where I was; or, while holding on to that image of her, and expanding on the thoughts as to what she was about to do to herself, I could have quietly slipped off into the bathroom and masturbated. But I did neither! Instead of doing either of those things I quietly slipped off my shoes, my jacket and tie, and then silently padded across the room and stood behind her. Millie was so utterly engrossed in both the story that was slowly unfolding in front of her and the effect that reading it was having on herself, that she obviously hadn't heard my movements. But when I dropped one hand down on to the soft warmth of her thigh, and said - 'Do you need a little help Millie?' - she suddenly tensed and half-turned herself around towards me. Her already dark eyes seemed to have become even darker, and her already glossy lips even slicker from the re-moistening her saliva coated tongue had recently given them. 'You just keep reading - allow me the pleasure of doing this for you.' I suggested in a softly reassuring voice as I eased my fingers just a little further up her leg. She could have spun away and slapped me, then simply gathered up her purse and stormed out, to leave me to stand there like the ridiculous old fool that perhaps I was. But she didn't! There were a few moments when I thought she just might do that, then her lips formed a tense smile. 'That might be nice Stewart.' she said in a low, almost inaudible whisper - then shifted her position so that my hand had that much more room to move. So for the next five or ten minutes I stood there; one hand reaching up between her thighs, the other either stroking her hair, or more usually, slipping down beneath the front of her dress and fondling the warm and firmly rounded fullness I found waiting for it. Neither of us said a single word; I was too busy enjoying both the feel of her breasts - and, through the thin silk of her panties, both the pouting wetness of her pussy and, above it, the firm little ridge of clitoris. And all the time I was caressing her - my fingers either slipping in and around her pussy-lips, or flittering up and over her clitoris - Millie did no more than give frequent small gasps, or louder but still unintelligible mutterings of much stronger delight. But even through all that she still continued to read, or at least every now and then turned over another page - and once I saw that she was approaching the most climactic section of the story, I intensified what my fingers were doing for her. And whether it was as a result of that, or the combination of their vibration plus what was happening both on the page and inside her own head, she suddenly began what seemed to be a slowly building, but then quickly increasingly intense climax. Chapter 3 'Ooh my god, that was incredible!' she gasped once what proved to be the very last of the series of violently shuddering spasms had finished rippling through her. 'And so were both of the stories!' she added with a chuckle after taking a couple of especially deep breaths. Then, pushing both me and the chair back from the table, she twisted around, reached up, and tugged my head down, and kissed me - a wet, and passionately deeply tongue-probing kiss, that just went on and on and on… When we both finally had to break for a much needed lungful of air, she got up, then muttered hoarsely. 'Now I think it's my turn to try to do something equally nice for you!' With that she stepped back a little, reached up around behind herself and a moment or two later I watched as the dress slid to the floor - and if I hadn't by then already had a fully raging erection, just the sight of her standing there would have certainly given me one! Her underwear; a camisole, panties, and garter belt, was a combination of black and ivory coloured silk and lace - and the fact that she was not wearing a bra meant that the silky camisole had only the sharply rounded outline of her breasts to cling to - and in doing so in the way that it did, merely served to make them even more tempting than just the bare flesh itself would have been. The decoration on the garter belt was identical to that on the thin strip of lace that made up the waistband of her panties - and that neatly small pattern of ivory coloured blossoms was repeated on both the black lace vee that plunged down between the firmly rounded swell of her breasts and, in a much smaller version, even on the ribbons supporting her stockings. And what further increased the utter sexiness of the outfit was the fact that whereas the camisole was primarily made of silk - with just that eye-catching vee shaped lacy decoration - the panties were made almost entirely from the lace, with just two tapering triangular sections of silk highlighting the gently flaring curve of each hip, and another - by then clearly heavily saturated with her pussy-juice - ostensibly protecting her pussy. With her long black hair framing her beautiful face, plus the powerfully erotic and curvaceously filled underwear, then the long, shiny length of her nylon-clad legs - she was undoubtedly many men's idea of the perfect fantasy lover. 'Just tell me I'm not dreaming.' I said in an unusually throatily husky voice. To which Millie replied - 'Well if you are it's a dream we are both sharing.' - then moved forward and as I slipped my arms around her and cupped my hands around the twin cheeks of her arse, she began slowly undoing the buttons down the front of my shirt. 'It's funny -' she said in a low, throaty whisper, '- I couldn't help thinking how sexy you looked, I mean at the TV studio. I've always found myself attracted to more mature men.' she added, as though by way of further explanation. 'And when I heard you talking during the interview, well, the sound of your voice really got to me.' 'My voice?' 'Mmm -' she replied as her fingers finished unfastening the last button and I felt her hands slipping slowly up across my stomach and chest. '- it's a very sexy voice - rich and well-rounded, if you know what I mean. And I like the beard too - it makes you look very distinguished, more cerebral than I find most men around here are.' 'So it's my voice and beard that actually got to you - it's not my body you're after!' I replied in a jokingly disappointed tone. She gave me a playful dig in the stomach, then began to work on the fastenings of my trousers. 'Oh I'm sure the body that goes with them will be just fine Stewart. But I do wish someone would invent a quicker and more convenient way for a girl to get to it.' she added as she struggled to fully unfasten the zip of my fly. 'Why not let me - I think I've probably had a bit more practice than you have.' I answered as I gently eased her hands away. 'Good idea, and I'll take care of these while you're doing it.' she responded, reaching for the bottom hem of the camisole. 'No wait, please! Leave those things for me to do!' I said hoarsely as I bent to rid myself of not only the trousers but also my socks and loosely flapping shirt. Millie eyed me quizzically, then as I straightened up I saw her eyes automatically drop, then widen as she caught sight of the rearing bulge my erection was making in the front of the under-shorts. 'If that's actually all you, then I think I might change the order of the list of things I find attractive about you - put the body at the top of it.' she said huskily. The unasked for compliment did my ego the world of good! Just being with such a young and attractive woman was daunting enough - the thought that I might soon have my physical attributes being compared with younger, fitter, more potently vigorous males, had until that moment been one that had been determinedly working its way up through my sub-conscious. 'All me!' I replied as I briskly stepped around her and stripped the covers down off the bed. Then I turned, and took her in my arms again. That time I had both the time and inclination to properly savour her lips, her mouth, her kisses - and those were certainly both sweet, and hot! When our lips first touched I found them to be soft, moist and eager, then parting willingly as I pressed my mouth more firmly against them - and then as my tongue began teasingly searching around inside, hers immediately snaked forward and did likewise. And while our lips, mouths and tongues continued their arousing business, both pairs of hands were sliding wanderingly up and down each other's backs, insinuating themselves under the remaining scraps of clothes we both still had on; stroking, and sometimes playfully, sometimes more meaningfully, squeezing the bare flesh. Millie also used that time to press and rotate her pelvis against the by then fully hardened length of my erection - and as I too wanted much more of her than just her kisses, while caressing her I eased those lacy panties downwards, then allowed myself the additional pleasure of stroking and fondling her delightful bottom cheeks. To me one of the most exciting periods of foreplay is when I am able to spend time between a receptive woman's thighs; the time when I get to lick and suck on her juicily quivering pussy. It's not just the taste and smell of it that always gets to me - though they both certainly do! - but what I find even more powerfully stimulating is being able to watch and feel her reactions to what I'm doing. Knowing that I am giving her such an intensity of pleasure that her entire being is swept away by the force of it. Knowing that - just as I am when a woman gets me off with either her mouth or her hands - for those few nerve-shatteringly super-charged minutes, nothing else - neither whatever else is going on in her life, nor indeed anywhere on the entire planet - has even the slightest relevance. So, although in one way I was thrilled to hear what she said - the thought that Millie might want no more than a simple, straightforward fuck, meant that in another, I was, at least for a moment or two, somewhat disappointed. 'That's more than enough of this Stewart - let's go to bed now!' She whispered croakily, and with that, broke from my encircling arms and, while one hand pushed her own panties the rest of the way down, used the other to at least start to do the same with mine. But although she pulled the waist-band well away from me as she did that, she still managed to snag and pull my cock downward with it. So of course, once free, the by then fully rigid length of my erection sprang even more forcefully upwards and when she saw the quiveringly rearing size of it, the expression on Millie's face instantly changed; her eyes widening, their brightness clouding, her mouth opening, and its lips forming a silent 'Oooh!'. 'You certainly weren't wrong, I mean about it being all you!' she gasped. 'You guys can be really deceptive - the hunky sporty types can turn out to have one that's pretty ordinary - and then a girl finds a man like you has one that size!' 'Oh come on, it's not that big.' I protested - at the same time still feeling rather pleased that a woman of Millie's age and undoubted sexy attractiveness should make such a comment. But even as she continued to stare wide-eyed at it I saw her expression slowly change to one that might best be described as being of perhaps thoughtful curiosity. 'Would you let me try something Stewart?' she asked somewhat tentatively. 'Sure, what?' 'It's a position. I've tried to do it with a couple of my boy-friends, but they've never quite managed to keep it inside me, but I think with you, I mean being as big as you are, I think it might work.' 'What is it, something out of the Kama Sutra?' 'No.' she giggled. 'It's something we do in our flexibility training - but every time I do that particular exercise I find myself trying to imagine what it might feel like if I had man underneath me while I was doing it.' 'So you want me to be no more than some kind of piece of training equipment?' I replied - putting a note of apparently wounded pride in my voice. 'Well I wouldn't put it quite like that, and if it works I am positive you'll like it just as much as I hope I will. Or don't you like allowing the woman to be on top of you?' she added in a more hesitant tone. 'Far from it Millie, it's a favourite position of mine. So, what exactly do you want me to?' 'Just lie down, I'll do the rest.' She replied, before bending down to start unclipping her stockings. 'No wait!' I exclaimed. 'I'll do what you want, but in return, you have to leave those on for me.' She looked up and gave me a mischievous grin. 'Ah, another man with a thing about girls in stockings. OK, but this too?' she asked, indicating the camisole. 'Yes, that too, at least for now.' I replied as I hoisted myself up on to the bed, and lay flat. Of course all that had taken no more than a minute or two, and as I had had the continuing excited enjoyment of seeing almost all of Millie's alluring charms my cock had lost none of its rigidity, but as Millie lifted herself above me and I had not only the thrill of glimpsing the wetly pouting pinkness of her pussy, but also the feel of her flutteringly tantalising finger-tips teasingly toying with my cock-head, by then it was veritably super-charged, juddering from the tension that had been built inside it. And, seeing that, Millie then did what I would have previously thought it totally impossible for her to do! 'Spread your legs wide apart please Stewart.' she said. And once I had done so, I watched her slide her left leg backwards down beside my right one, then, as she lifted herself up and over above me, she swung her right leg around and up across my body, until her foot was resting alongside my head. Although it was almost impossible to believe, she had in fact done the splits, right up and across me! She held herself poised there for a moment, then she reached down beneath herself, lightly but firmly took hold of my cock, and then, having steadied it, she slowly, slowly, lowered herself down until she felt its head nudging open her already moistly puffy pussy-lips. Then her long sighing - 'Aaahh!' - blended with my deeper and louder groan of purely disbelieving pleasure as she pushed herself down on to the rigidly inflamed mass of me; the clinging wet tightness of her pussy-lips, and the slick velvety warmth of her inner lining generating feelings I was certain I had never ever experienced before. Although her position meant we were unable to kiss each other, with both hands free I was able to explore beneath the draping camisole, that time get more than the very limited feel of her breasts that I'd had until then - and, as with everything else about her, they certainly didn't disappoint me. They were both full and very firm, their skin feeling like the very finest and softest of satins, and their nipples were not only spikingly taut, but felt both unusually long, and, judging by the strength of her reactions, apparently super-sensitive. A Chance Encounter So, with my hands full of her exquisite breasts, and her pussy with my eagerly throbbing cock - and displaying both the most astounding physical strength and control, and sexually creative adventurousness - Millie fucked me! Now, as I had told Millie, I have always loved having the woman on top of me; not only because in that position I have both hands free to lovingly explore whatever parts of her body I'm able to reach. Nor because there's the additional excitement that comes from having the woman setting the pace for us - both of which are undoubtedly true. But the most important reason I love that position so much is that I have always found that no matter whatever other attributes a particular woman may have, whether she is either squatting or kneeling above me, her pussy always, always feels just so very much tighter. And although having one's cock being ministered to by many other parts of a loving woman's body may be delightful, there is absolutely nothing that feels as fantastic as having a juicily tight pussy moving up and down on it! And although, as I would later find out, Millie's pussy was a remarkably tight one, in that splits position - with both her thigh and abdominal muscles stretched so tautly - it was unbelievably so. In fact as she began moving herself slowly up and down I felt sure she was actually stripping the outer layer of skin off my cock. But, given the intensity of the shock-like sensations that sent coursing through me, I simply didn't care - right then, so far as I was concerned she could leave me with a bleedingly red-raw cock, just so long as she continued doing what she was for me. And she did! Once she was confident that I wasn't going to slip out of her, the speed of her movements increased a little, but if anything, that merely seemed to amplify the suction-like effect her pussy was also giving me. And although I kept a firm hold of both her tautly swollen breasts, the sensations she was giving me were so incredibly powerful I was unable to think about anything other than the continuing blaze of pyrotechnics that seemed to be going off in every single part of my body. Of course the sheer intensity of what she was producing for me meant that my orgasm came rather sooner than it might normally have, and with considerably greater force - it seemed that no sooner was I conscious of the ball-tightening drain in my groin, than my cock was spitting load after load of forcefully jetting semen deep inside her. 'No! Not yet!' I heard myself cry before grunting as the succession of body-jolting explosions continued ripping through me. 'Yes, yes! Come again!' I was vaguely conscious of hearing Millie exclaim as she somehow managed to further increase the tempo of her pumping. 'I'm nearly there too - just hold on for a little bit longer!' she added before her words became muffled by her own gasping grunts of excited exertion - then, a moment or two later, they were replaced by her cries at the start of her own obvious release. Chapter 4 If her reactions were anything to go by, although lasting much longer, her orgasm was just as intense as mine had been, and when it was finally over - whether because she no longer had the strength to support herself, or simply because she enjoyed the still echoing thrills she got from the feeling of having my still swollen cock plugging her - she allowed herself to sink down on to me. 'That was fantastic!' she finally gasped. 'Even better than I've often thought it might be. And for you too, I think.' she added. 'You're certainly not wrong about that.' I agreed. 'And apart from all the other delightful things about you, you're a very fit, and extraordinarily flexible young woman.' 'Well we have to be in my sport Brian - but there are fringe benefits.' she chuckled as she lifted and, with a loud, wetly squelching sound, rolled herself off me. Maybe it was to reassure myself that the tightness of her pussy hadn't actually skinned me, but I pushed myself up and glanced down at my by then rapidly deflating cock, but apart from the richly thick coating of a mix of semen and pussy-juice that oozed and pooled itself around the base of it, it appeared fine. Then I turned and moved myself so that I could look down at Millie; at her body, sprawled lazily and flaunted unembarrassedly openly beside me. At her still darkly clouded, half closed eyes and full-lipped mouth - the way her obviously still spiky nipples tried unsuccessfully to poke through the silk camisole - the sweat and sex-juice matted triangle of darkly curling hair that highlighted the swollen mound beneath her stomach - and in some strange way the most captivating of all - the glistening seepage of pearly fluids I could see still trickling from the swollenly unfurled pussy-lips between her loosely parted thighs. I bent down and kissed her, and as I did so, while supporting myself with one arm, I allowed my other hand to drift up along the length of her silky smooth leg, and slipped my fingers up to stir that sticky mix of semen and pussy-juice. Even as we kissed, I felt her tense, then gasp as my fingers found the still stiffly swollen ridge of her clitoris - and in that instant I realised that although her climax had been long and undoubtedly intense, she was in fact still not fully satisfied. 'I'm not leaving you still so wound-up.' I muttered as I pushed myself downward. Maybe at first she thought I merely intended using my fingers to masturbate her, and she whispered throatily - 'That would be nice.' But when I moved even lower still, then bent my head down between her thighs, she gasped - 'You can't do that now, not straight after…' But the feel of my lips pressing against her, then the slurping, sucking sound of my mouth and the feel of my stiffened tongue targeting her clitoris, not only made her gasp with her suddenly reignited excitement, but let her know that I was in no way deterred by the swampy flood between her legs. So, with my mouth and the lower half of my face soon covered with our sticky mix of fluids, I spent as long as Millie needed to reach her second, then third, even more powerful orgasm - and only once convinced by her protesting cries of - 'Enough - that's' more than enough my darling!' - let myself roll over beside her and drifted off into a by then well-deserved sleep. A Chance Encounter But even as I was puzzling over the reason for that, my attention was immediately drawn elsewhere, drawn by the sight of Millie coming into view - wrapped only in a large, very fluffy, and spotlessly snowy-white towel! Of course my memory of how she looked was so strong that it took very little imagination to strip that towel away, see her as I knew she looked when totally naked - and I felt myself reacting just as I would have if I had been in that bathroom with her, felt my cock instantly starting to respond. Then I noticed that in one hand she was carrying a plastic folder, which she opened to show that inside it were several clear plastic inserts, in which there were a series of neatly typed pages. Millie pointed to them, then pointed towards 'me' - and I realised that she had put at least one of my stories into the folder. Having placed the folder on the metal document holder, Millie once again looked up into the camera, then, after no more than a momentary pause, unhooked and dropped the towel to the floor. She stood there - for me - stood there in all her nakedness; her firmly uptilting breasts, her slender waist and gently flaring hips, her long, so very long, shapely legs. I felt my mouth go quite dry as I stared at the image of her - instantly recalling the strength of the totally fulfilling excitement that body had given me - wishing I could somehow transmit myself down through the wires and air-waves that separated us, and feeling my cock immediately become throbbing hard. As she stepped into, then slid herself slowly down into the water, she looked up into the camera again; smiling that tight little smile that I remembered so well - she used one hand to make a gesture to me, a gesture with an unmistakeable meaning, then opened the folder, and, as she began reading, I watched as she slid one hand down between her thighs. I admit that it was only then that I really understand what she intended the pair of us to do during this brief half hour of cyber-connection - she would read and masturbate herself - I could watch, and do the same thing! In a trice I had stripped off, settled back down on my chair, and then began to slowly, very, very slowly stroke one curled set of fingers up and down the already straining length of my cock. Not for one single split-second taking my eyes off the image of Millie doing the equivalent thing to herself - which not even the occasionally drifting, curling wisps of steam from the bath water could really blur. So the pair of us in effect made love with each other in that rather peculiar, but still very intensely exciting way; each of us slowly working ourselves towards a finale that we both knew would prove less than completely satisfying, but which would undoubtedly be better than nothing at all. As Millie's climax approached I watched as her body arched, lifting her hips almost completely clear of the water and allowing me to clearly see her darkly suffused pussy as she rubbed her clitoris far more briskly than she had been before. Both the sight itself, and the knowledge that she was rapidly approaching her own, gave me the impetus to strengthen and quicken the action of my hand - and, a few breath-taking seconds later, I felt my own climax welling, then the sudden rush as the start of it ripped through me. I felt the hot splashes of jetting semen landing on my chest, abdomen and thighs - a gushing flood of it! And heard myself gasping as each muscle-jolting blast seemed to shake every single part of me. But never for an instant taking my eyes off the sight of Millie's body writhing and jerking as the self-same massive impacts wracked hers too. When she was finally done, she lay back, smiling that not-quite-contented smile through the camera at me, then even as I watched her slide her hands up to her nipple-jutting breasts, the timer on the link clicked out, and the image faded to black. A Chance Encounter Jane pulled up her black stockings and slipped into her black patent stilettos. She smoothed the black sleeveless Prada dress over her hips. With her shiny red hair and fair skin, the ensemble was quite striking. She looked fabulous, but she still had no desire to attend her company cocktail party this evening. Her accounting firm, Wentworth, Adams and Howell, had just landed a major new client, Farmington Industries, a large pharmaceuticals manufacturer. Jane had already met many of the company's top executives, and some additional personnel would be attending the party tonight. Jane glanced at her laptop on her nightstand and smiled. A few months ago, a girlfriend at work had told her about a racy website that featured erotic stories. One night when she was bored, Jane had gone to the site and had read several stories. She was amazed at how turned on she got by some of the fiction. Normally, it was numbers that got her excited. One story in particular had gotten her so aroused that she actually sent feedback to the author. To her surprise, he answered her email. They began emailing each other every day which soon turned into instant messaging each other every night. A month ago the phone calls started. Their conversations were polite at first. They conversed about the weather and their careers although they were careful to maintain anonymity. Then he asked her about her fantasies and the conversations quickly turned into hot, lusty phone sex. Jane became so aroused during their talks that she had to use her vibrator. It certainly sounded like Grant, her partner in lust, was equally excited on his end. Jane looked forward to getting home each evening, eating a quick dinner and crawling in bed waiting for the phone to ring or to make the call. At first she felt a little weird about giving out her number to a total stranger, but after all their conversations she felt that she knew Grant. Jane picked up her evening bag and keys, locked the door to her apartment and headed to the garage. Jane slid behind the wheel of her Mercedes and slowly exited the garage and headed to the restaurant downtown where the party was being held. She pulled up in front, put the car in park and handed the keys to the valet. She absolutely hated work events like this one. She loved her job, enjoyed her co-workers most of the time and wanted her downtime to be hers. She was fun and normally social, but she was irritated that she was going to miss her call with Grant. Well, technically she wasn't really missing it because Grant had told her he had to be out of town on business this evening. Jane walked into the elegant restaurant and a hostess guided her to the room where the company party was being held. Jane saw many of her fellow co-workers and several people whom she did not know. She assumed they were from Farmington Industries. She saw her boss over in a corner talking to several men who appeared to be from the new client. Wanting to make a good impression, she walked overly confidently. Her boss, Henry Adams, saw her coming and announced, "Gentlemen, please let me introduce Jane Hairston. She is my Vice President of Account Services and she will be managing the team that will be handling Farmington Industries. Jane let me introduce you to Peter Boswick, Vice President of Operations, Herman Snood, Vice President of Manufacturing and John Pressman, Vice President of Supply Chain. They are our distinguished guests tonight," said her boss. With each name called, Jane extended her hand and shook the guest's hand firmly. She heard someone approach from behind when her boss said, "And last but not least, meet Grant Thomas, Vice President of Human Resources." Jane turned to greet the last guest and her face froze for a second. It was him! Phone sex Grant. They had exchanged pictures and she would recognize him anywhere. He was tall, broad shouldered with salt and pepper grey hair at the temples and the greenest eyes she had ever seen. She quickly regained her composure and extended her hand. If he was surprised it did not show on his face. He shook her hand and greeted her warmly. "Jane," said her boss, "since you are going to be managing the team that will be handling Farmington Industries, I thought you could spend some time with Grant here and give him the lowdown on who you have in place to handle the account on a day-to-day basis. You know a little about their backgrounds and experience." Jane nodded and quickly found her voice, "that's a great idea sir. Mr. Thomas, what would you like to know?" "Why don't we step over here so we don't bore everyone with the gory details and please call me Grant," said Grant seemly enjoying the charade. They moved off into a corner of the room where they could be by themselves to talk freely. "What are you doing here? Are you crazy?" hissed Jane under her breath. "Look, I told you I had to go on a business trip. I had no idea it was with your company. You never said you were in accounting with one of the big eight firms. As I recall, you said you were in management," said Grant as he stirred his vodka tonic. "Pharmaceuticals? You said you were in manufacturing!" exclaimed Jane. "I am in manufacturing. My company manufactures pharmaceuticals!" said Grant. He looked at her from head-to-toe as he sipped his drink. "You are even more beautiful than the picture you sent me. You are absolutely stunning Jane. I am glad that you at least told me your real first name," said Grant. "I am sorry. It really is nice to see you. I was just so taken aback. Never in a million years did I think I would meet you at a work function," said Jane sheepishly. "Well, we have a chance encounter. We should look at is as a gift from fate," said Grant as he gently touched Jane's elbow. They continued to talk animatedly for almost an hour. They did cover some work issues, but they spent most of their time talking about themselves. At a lull in the conversation, Jane looked around and saw that the party had begun to thin out and only a few people remained "What should we do?" asked Jane. As if on cue, her boss approached them. "Jane, we seem to be a little short of cars this evening. Would you mind giving Grant a ride back to his hotel? He is staying at the Marriott just down the street," asked her boss Henry. "Of course, I would be happy to," replied Jane. She and Grant said their goodbyes and left together. They rode the elevator down to the lobby in an awkward silence. The valet handed Jane her keys and they quickly got in her car. "Nice car," said Grant. "I hope you are not really taking me back to the hotel. Can we go to your place?" he asked. "Sure," said Jane somewhat reluctantly. "Okay, are you really married and you don't know how to tell me?" asked Grant grinning. "Of course not, it's just that I wasn't expecting company," replied Jane as she steered the car back to her home. "Jane, I don't care if there are dirty dishes in the sink and your clothes are on the bathroom floor. I want to see where you live. I want to see the bed that you call me from," said Grant huskily as he put a hand on her thigh. Jane felt her pulse quicken. She reached her apartment building in record time and parked the car. As soon as they stepped into the elevator, Grant pushed her against the wall and gave her a slow, sweet lingering kiss. She could feel his excitement. "My God, I have wanted to do that since the moment I saw you," said Grant. Jane moaned softly in response. The elevator stopped and they got out and walked to Jane's door. Her hand trembled so Grant took the keys from her and opened the door turning on the lights as they entered. "This is the living room and the kitchen," said Jane giving Grant a tour of her place. "Lovely," said Grant, "but you call me from your bedroom. I want to see that room," murmured Grant. Jane opened the door to her bedroom. She was happy that she had had time to make her bed up this morning. Grant walked in and mentally inventoried the room. He noted the beautiful cherry four poster king sized bed and the two nightstands that flanked it. He saw the elegant armoire that housed her television. He touched her laptop. "I suppose I should thank your laptop since it started it all," said Grant as he ran a finger over the keys. He moved towards her and kissed her harder this time. She kissed him back, but he could feel the hesitation in her body. "Do I scare you?" he asked softly. "No, it's just a surprise meeting you like this," said Jane. "Are you disappointed in me?" asked Grant as he began to massage her shoulders. "Hell no, you are absolutely beautiful!" said Jane laughing. "I think we are just a little nervous and I can understand that," said Grant. "What do you do when we talk? "Well, I get undressed and I climb into bed and call you or you call me," explained Jane. "Great. Do it," ordered Grant as he walked through the bedroom door and into the living room dimming the lights and shutting the door on his way out. Jane stared at the closed bedroom door. She slowly removed her heels, stockings and dress and put them in her closet. She pulled the covers back on her bed and climbed in it. Just then the cordless, black phone on her night stand rang. "Hello," she said softly. "Hey baby, it's me Grant. How are you feeling tonight?" the warm cadence of his voice was calming and familiar. He was calling her from her living room on his cell phone. "I'm okay. I had a work cocktail meeting this evening. We were entertaining a major new client. I just got home," said Jane laughing. "That sounds like fun. Did you meet anyone interesting?" asked Grant jokingly. "You could say that. Some very interesting characters," replied Jane. "What are you wearing right now?" asked Grant. "A black lace bra and panties," whispered Jane. "Mmmm... nice. Take off your bra and play with your nipples for me baby," directed Grant. Jane removed her bra and began to pinch and pull on her nipples. She played with herself roughly. She was excited by his voice and the fact that he was in the next room. She moaned softly into the phone. "Good girl, I can tell you are doing a fantastic job. Now I want you to take off your panties and play with your clit," Grant continued. Jane removed her panties and tossed them to the floor. She began to rub her clit. She could feel her wetness building. "Describe it for me Jane. Tell me what you are doing?" commanded Grant from the next room. "I am playing with myself. My pussy is so warm and soft. And so incredibly wet right now. Your voice gets me so turned on," murmured Jane into the phone. "Pull your lips open and stick three fingers in your cunt for me Jane. Fuck yourself with your fingers for me," directed Grant. She could hear the excitement building in his voice. Jane did as she was instructed and she began to thrust her fingers vigorously in and out of her pussy. Her breathing was labored and she felt close to the edge. There was a fine sheen of perspiration all over her body. "Don't cum yet baby. Not yet. Do you want your toy?" asked Grant in a husky voice. Jane imagined him on the other side of the door in her living room stroking his cock. She wondered what his cock looked like. Would she have difficulty taking him deep in her throat? The thought of sucking him aroused her even more if that was possible. "Yes, I would like my toy, please," whispered Jane. She was thrusting her fingers deep inside her wet pussy and the feeling was incredible, but she wanted her vibrator too. "Go get it sweetie," said Grant. During one of their many conversations, she had shared that she kept her rabbit vibrator in the top drawer of her nightstand. Jane stopped thrusting with her fingers and reached over to open the nightstand drawer. She took out a large flesh toned vibrator with a second appendage that could vibrate right on her clit. She was grateful that she had just put a fresh set of batteries in the other day. Jane placed the dildo in her sopping pussy and placed the clit stimulator against her clit. She turned it on full throttle. Grant must have heard the whirring from the vibrator in the next room because he said, "great, now tell me how if feels?" "Oh my God, I am going to cum," yelped Jane. "What do you want baby?" growled Grant. "I want you to fuck my cunt!" yelled Jane. "What did you say?" teased Grant. "I need you to come in here and fuck my cunt," screamed Jane. Needing no further invitation, Grant quickly opened the door. He was totally naked and his cock was already hard. He swooped down on the bed and pushed Jane's hand with the vibrator away. He placed his head between her outstretched legs and began to kiss her inner thighs gently. His kisses became stronger as he moved up to her belly and then down again. She was already so wet so he licked her juices and savored the slightly salty taste in his mouth. "Grant, please, please fuck me," begged Jane. He put his tongue on her clit and began to lick and suck. Jane lifted her hips and tried to bury his face in her pussy. She grabbed at his hair and screamed his name as she came. She was surprised when she started to cry. "Baby, what's wrong? I thought you liked that," said Grant with his face still glistening with all of her juices. "Honey, that was fabulous. That was more than fabulous, it was pure bliss. I have just imagined that moment for so long and now it has finally happened and I am just a little teary. Sorry," explained Jane. "Jane, there is nothing to be sorry about," said Grant as he softly kissed her. Jane felt his hard cock brush her thigh. "Let me help you," said Jane as she moved so he could lie on his back in the spot that she had just occupied. Jane looked lovingly at his cock. It was the perfect size for her and it was truly beautiful. "Hello my friend. I have wanted to meet you for a long time," said Jane to Grant's cock as she began to stroke it with her hand. She moved her soft hands up and down the entire shaft. Grant moaned with his eyes closed. Jane bent down and began to slowly lick the head with her warm, wet tongue. She slowly swirled her tongue over the head back and forth. Grant continued to moan with pleasure. She ran her tongue all the way down the shaft making sure to give the underside of the shaft plenty of attention too. She massaged his balls with her hands and then took each one in her mouth and gently sucked and nibbled it. She moved back to his cock and took the head in her mouth. Her lips made a tight seal around Grant's cock. Jane's mouth felt warm and wet and safe to Grant. She began to suck harder and she moved her head up and down the shaft rhythmically. Grant felt as if an amazing vacuum was surrounding his cock. He could feel his cock knocking on the back of Jane's throat. He could only moan in pleasure. Jane felt and saw his balls tighten. "Jane baby, I am about to cum. Let me fuck your pussy," said Grant gasping. Jane shook her head and Grant's cock too since it was still in her mouth to indicate no. She wanted him to cum in her mouth She sucked even harder to help him cum. Jane felt him explode in her mouth. She could feel the hot, sticky cum slide easily down her throat. "You are.. you are.. that was intense and mind-blowing," stammered Grant as he began to calm down. He pulled Jane to him and kissed her deeply tasting himself in her mouth. Totally exhausted, they snuggled together against her pillows. "When do you fly out?" asked Jane sadly. "Tomorrow afternoon, but don't worry, I will be back to visit your company often," said Grant as he stroked Jane's hair. "You're the Vice President of Human Resources. Why would you need to visit your company's accounting firm frequently?" asked Jane incredulously. "My position as Vice President Human Resources was just a temporary rotation because I am being groomed for the top spot one day," explained Grant. "Oh, so what is your next assignment?" asked Jane. "Well, after the Enron and Tyco messes, Farmington Pharmaceuticals created a new position called Vice President of Financial Accounting Oversight Compliance. In this new role, I will have to work closely with our new accounting firm—your firm so I expect I will see you quite a bit," said Grant laughing. "That will be wonderful," said Jane smiling as she hugged Grant more tightly. "Yes it will darling," said Grant as he kissed her one more time before they both drifted off into a deep sleep. A Chance Encounter A few weeks ago I e-mailed Chynabright, another Lit member who lives in the UK, to ask if she wanted to co-write a story with me. I wanted to do this because I've written a few for Literotica and have had some good feedback, but I've always been frustrated that I've not really been able to know exactly how it feels from the female side. I'd read a few of Chyna's stories and liked her writing, so hoped she'd been up for it. She agreed and over the last few weeks we've been working on this story. I wrote the first section, then she wrote a few hundred words, then I did, and so on. I think the results are pretty hot - tell us what you think... -------------------------------- I ran into the café to get out of the sudden downpour. I dumped my sodden gymbag on the floor, ordered a double espresso and slumped into a chair. It had been a tough workout. It had been a month of tough workouts, but I was in training for the marathon and I was determined to beat last year's time of 3 hours 28 minutes. At the age of thirty-two I knew I wouldn't have many more chances to beat that time, and with my six foot three, rugby player's build, long distance running was always going to be difficult. But I'd put the work in. Months of training were coming together. Months of pounding the treadmill and pumping the weights, meant I was now in peak physical condition, and I was ready for the race. As I swept the rain from my short blond hair and put my suit jacket across the back of my chair I pictured myself crossing that finishing line with the clock showing 3 hours 19 minutes, and a smile crept across my face. To be honest I was looking forward to it all being over. Spending so much time training had left me with little time for anything else. Sure, part of the reason I'd started long distance running was to get over the break-up of my last serious relationship, but that had been more than 18 months ago. Thinking about it, I'd not even had sex for over six months. Wanting to preserve my energy for the gym, I'd even stopped masturbating. Sipping the scalding hot coffee I thought about how it really was time I got out there and started seeing someone. I shifted in my seat, suddenly aware of the tension in my loins, my balls heavy and full with unreleased need. I coughed and shook myself out of it. There would be time for that once I'd run the marathon. I looked around the café. It being central London it was full of people in business clothes, all animatedly discussing deals, rushing through their drinks, looking outside at the rain bouncing up from the pavement. A tall blonde woman walked in, bending over to shake her umbrella outside and showing her firm ass and long, bare legs as she did. I felt my cock stirring again. I really had to do something about this! Maybe I should just go up to her and ask her out. Maybe she'd say yes. I'd never had much trouble getting girls to go out with me when I'd asked before. I wasn't bad looking. In fact most girls said I was handsome. They liked my blue eyes, my deep voice and my muscular chest. Maybe this girl would agree to go out with me. She was pretty enough, I thought as I watched her at the counter. In her late 20s, probably a lawyer at one of the firms nearby, probably wrapping her clients round her little finger with that short skirt, high heels and those long, tanned legs. I had to stop staring at her. I had to drink my coffee. I really had to get laid. I forced myself to look away, and looked around the rest of the café. That's when I saw you.......... --------------------------------------------- Dan had just stepped outside of the noisy cafe to take a phone call when I had that feeling you get when you just know someone is checking you out. I turned and saw you watching me. I still can't put my finger on what exactly made you notice me; just another face amongst the crowd. Dan, my horny husband, and I had popped into the cafe for something to eat. We'd been up most of the night (fucking, of course -- what else would we be doing?) and I was knackered. I'm sure I looked it too. Before we'd left I'd thrown on an old pair of jeans and a vest top. OK, so my cleavage was showing; not a bad cleavage even though I do say so myself (and Dan tells me at least once a day what great breasts I have)! Maybe that was it, my cleavage; men are suckers for a nice pair of breasts. Maybe you liked the messed up hair look, not my usual style but that morning I was more interested in eating than looking good. Dan thought I looked hot with my long, dark hair curling over my tanned shoulders. Anyway, you were watching me. I smiled and watched back. I found myself subconsciously staring at your crotch, and then I consciously wondered how big your packet was under your trousers. My smile must have been inviting as you then approached our table.. "Hi," you smiled. --------------------------------------------- "Hi," I smiled back. I could feel my heart racing as I walked over to you. It was that old feeling I loved so much. I remember how it had always made me feel, how that rush of doing something naughty made me feel alive. It was funny how the old sensations came back along with the old instinct. Louise, my ex, had always been amazed by my ability to spot women and men who were into sex. I just had some kind of sense for it, and as soon as I saw you sitting there with your husband there was something about you that interested me. Sure you looked gorgeous. When your husband left the table I got a clear view of you, your dark hair brushing against the flawless skin of your slender arms, your enticing cleavage, and your mischievous eyes, smiling invitingly at me. Maybe it was the eyes. That had to be it. Whatever it was, it was enough to make my cock stir. Without thinking I got up and walked over to you. I knew just from looking at you that you'd be up for it. As I walked over, feeling my heart race and the excitement build, I wondered how you'd like to do it. Would you like to be on top? Would we go to a hotel or just fuck in the café toilets? Would your husband be involved? Would you enjoy two pairs of hands roaming over your body, two sets of lips kissing your neck and breasts, two tongues, one licking your nipples, the other gliding over your pussy? I knew it would happen. The only question was how..... "Your husband's going to get wet out there isn't he?" -------------------------------------------- "Well, getting wet isn't always a bad thing, I love it when men make me wet," I said suggestively, the innuendo floating between us. I wondered what you were thinking of my sexual confidence. I wasn't usually this forward with men, but that day something told me that this could be fun, very fun. I took a bite of my chocolate muffin when out of the corner of my eye I saw Dan outside, still chatting on his phone. I don't think you noticed him watching us. I can bet that there's plenty of men who would like to get you wet," you grinned. I decided to tease Dan a little. I moved a little closer to you. "Would you be one of them?" I asked as I ran my fingers up your thigh and over your crotch where I could easily feel your hardening cock through your trousers. God, you felt big! I felt my pussy responding with a tingle as I started to wonder what it could be like to feel your sizeable cock inside me. I glanced outside and smiled at Dan, he returned the smile as he finished his call and moved towards the door. "Can't say that I'd turn you down if you were offering." Dan returned to the table, sat down next to me and put his hand on my knee. "Hi," he said to you. "Dan, this is...?" I looked questioningly at you. "Nick, good to meet you," you shook his hand as I realised just how weird, but fantastically exciting this situation was. My husband shaking the hand of a man I wanted to fuck. "I'm Chyna," I introduced myself. "I need to talk to you for a second, follow me," I whispered in Dan's ear. "Please excuse us for a minute, we'll be right back," I said to you. I took Dan's hand and led him to the ladies. Luckily there was no one there. Dan pulled us into a cubicle and pinned me against the door. "What are you up to, you naughty little slut?" he looked at me with a wicked glint in his eye and I could feel his cock growing as he pressed up against me. "I saw you feeling his cock, you want to fuck him, don't you? Does he make your pussy wet? Come on, tell me you want to feel his big, hard cock deep inside your beautiful cunt." My heart was racing and the way that Dan was pressing into me was making me even more horny. "Yes, I want him," I breathed. He started to unbutton my jeans as our tongues entwined, locked in a passionate embrace. I moaned as his fingers roughly pushed aside my thong and thrust two fingers deep into my pussy. "Oh yeah, he's made you very wet," you declared. "I think he wants you too, I saw the way he was undressing you with his eyes." He fucked me with his fingers while rubbing my clit with his thumb. My whole body was tense, my breathing rapid, my eyes closed as I concentrated on the amazing tingling feelings flowing through me. I imagined your cock embedded in my pussy, thrusting in and out of me whilst Dan was moving his hands and lips over my body. "What do you want him to do to you?" he asked. "I want him to fuck me!" I admitted as I came on Dan's fingers. "Ok, you can have him," Dan decided, his gorgeous smile beaming down at me. He brought his fingers up to my mouth and I greedily licked my juices off his fingers. "Thank you," I said before kissing him deeply. I pulled my jeans back on and we left the cubicle. I glanced at myself in the mirror, my cheeks were flushed and my hair was even more messy than before. I quickly ran my fingers through it to try and tidy it up without much luck. We were met at the door by a tall blond woman. She looked slightly bemused to see Dan and I leaving the ladies together. Returning to you at the table I was looking forward to finding out where this situation would lead. "Hi, sorry about that," Dan said to you. "I believe you may want to fuck my wife...?" ------------------------------------------- I was momentarily taken aback by the direct nature of the question and Dan's confident grin, but I quickly recovered myself. One glance at you, at your flushed cheeks, your tangled hair, and your eyes glittering with barely concealed lust, reminded me just how hot I was for you. It was starting to look like this might turn out to be a very interesting day. "Fuck yeah!" I said to Dan with a broad grin at you. You smiled back, and my cock stirred in my trousers. It was already semi-hard from when you'd been rubbing it, and now the months of pent-up, unreleased need were translating into a mounting animal lust for you. I had to have you. And soon. "Look," I said. "My flat is just round the corner. Do you both want to come back?"You looked at each other. I could see from your expressions that you were feeling the same as me - dizziness at how rapidly this was developing combined with a knot of desire in your stomachs and throats. Dan nodded and I led the way out of the cafe. "How far away is it?" you asked as we walked briskly along the rain-soaked pavement. You were looking up at me, several inches shorter than me. I was taken with a sudden desire to hold your face, and touch my lips to your full, red lips, run my hand along the curve of your hip. But I pushed it away. Your husband was on your other side of you - admittedly, he had just offered to let me fuck you, but I'd been in threesomes with other couples before and some were funny about kissing. As my eyes travelled over your pert breasts and the curves of your tight ass I controlled myself, making sure I didn't go too far, too fast. "Just round the corner," I said. "Do you live near here?" ----------------------------------------- "No," I replied. "We're just staying here for a few days, house sitting for a friend." I squeezed Dan's hand and turned to smile at him. I could tell from his shining eyes that he was as excited as me at the prospect of what was about to happen. I was conscious of you on the other side of me and couldn't wait until I had both of those strong, male bodies, naked and pressed against me. I had butterflies in my stomach, as I normally do just before Dan is about to share me with another man. But this was different, more intense, more spontaneous. In the past our threesomes had always been planned. Never had we just had a chance encounter like this. How far was your flat? I was desperate to feel yours and Dan's lips on mine, hungrily exploring my mouth, my breasts, my pussy. I wanted to taste your cock, to run my tongue up your shaft. I wanted to beg you both to fuck me senseless. It felt like we'd been walking forever when we finally arrived. You held the door open and I entered first. Dan, behind me, grabbed my ass, squeezing it. I giggled and turned towards him and kissed him passionately. "So, are you ready to have some fun, my naughty little slut?" Dan questioned. "God, yes," I replied before he pushed me towards you. ------------------------------------------ I caught you in my arms, slid my hands over your slender waist, and pulled you close to me, enjoying the warmth and softness of your body. I smiled at you then bent down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. They were so soft. I wanted more. Your eyes were closed as I pulled you even closer and began to kiss you passionately. I knew you'd be able to feel my cock growing hard, pressing into your stomach. I wanted you to. I wanted you to know how much I wanted you. With a gasp we separated and stood there in my hallway looking at each other, our eyes burning with lust. I decided to take control. "Go into the living room, Chyna, and wait for us there." With a smile you obeyed. I turned to Dan. "How far are you willing to take this? I mean I don't want to go too far or anything." He shrugged and said: "It's up to her really." Then with a grin he added: "I think you'll find she's quite up for it." I grinned back. "Well, ok then. Let's go give the lady what she wants."I led the way into my living room. You were standing at the window, looking at the view. I live on the 19th floor so it was an impressive view of central London at dusk. "Chyna," I began. "You and Dan are going to do what I tell you. Then if you're good we'll swap and you can tell us what to do. Are you ok with that?" You nodded, looking like you were so overcome with desire you could barely speak. "Is there anything you don't want to do?" "Obviously I don't want you to hurt me," you said. "But other than that, I'm up for anything." Your eyes travelled slowly down to where my cock was tenting in my suit trousers. I thought I could see a similar bulge in Dan's crotch. "Ok. Come to the middle of the room and kneel down." You did so. "Dan. Stand next to her." He went and stood next to you so your face was at crotch level. The atmosphere in the room was electric. I went to stand next to your husband. "Now take out my cock," I ordered. You looked up at me and began to unbuckle my trousers. I noticed my breathing was heavy as you slowly pulled down my zip, then reached inside to fish out my hard cock. You left it there, bobbing in the air, as you waited for further instructions. "Good," I said. "Now do the same to Dan." You repeated it on him and gave his thick, erect prick a squeeze as you pulled it out. We were still all fully dressed, but the two men were revealing large, hard cocks. "Now lick my cock from the bottom to the top," I ordered. You moved back to me, stuck out your tongue, looked up at me with a glint in your pretty eyes and slid your soft, wet tongue along the length of my dick. I sighed in pleasure. "Now give your husband the same." You did and he also groaned his appreciation. "Come here and suck me," I commanded. Without a moment's hesitation you were in front of me, engulfing my shaft in your mouth. It felt warm and wet, and then you began to suck me, sliding your lips up and down, bathing me with your tongue. It felt incredible.. "Stop," I said. You looked like you were about to go to your husband to do the same to him, but I stopped you, grabbing your chin. "Stay there." You looked up at me. "Open your mouth." You did. I positioned my ever-hardening prick at your open mouth and pushed it in until it was at the back of your mouth. "Now relax your throat," I said. You blinked and I pushed a little further. I could feel my cockhead at the entrance to your throat. There were still about two inches of my cock showing. "Relax more," I said and pushed a little further. I could feel the tightness of your throat closing around me. "Fuck me that is hot," murmured Dan next to us, his hand now stroking up and down his shaft. I didn't say anything just gripped onto the back of your head with both hands and pushed my hips forward again. It was sliding down your throat. You were breathing through your nose and looking up at me, still that excited expression in your eyes. "You're going to swallow all of my cock I said and then I'm going to pump my cum down your throat." You moaned around my shaft. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls. I pulled out of your mouth then pushed back in. Then out again and in. Each time I pushed further and further down your throat, and each time the sounds of you slurping around my thorbbing dick were getting louder and dirtier. "Go on, Chyna," said Dan. "Swallow that big fucking cock." I was now pistoning in and out of your mouth, really fucking your face.. You were panting with excitement and the effort of the act. My cock was swollen, veins sticking out along its length. "Show me your tits," I growled at you. Quickly you pulled off your top and unclipped your bra, revealing magnificent breasts. "Push them together," I said. You did, creating a valley where I slid my now soaking wet shaft and started sliding back and forth, grunting with pleasure as I felt your soft, warm titflesh surround my cock, watching the head appear at the top of your cleavage. "Oh God. Yes, Nick," you said. "That's so good. Fuck my tits. Fuck my mouth." I moved up and pushed my cock back in your mouth, and started pumping back and forth between those hot lips again. I was close to cumming. My balls were tight against my body, full of hot cum, all for you. My shaft was disappearing right down your throat now and every time I pulled out there were strings of spit between my engorged shaft and your lips. They dropped down and landed on your tits. Next to me I noticed Dan was now furiously tugging at his big cock, watching me face-fucking his wife. "Shit," he said. "I'm going to cum just watching this!" It was enough to tip me over the edge and with a roar I slammed into your face, my cock sliding down your open throat, and spurt after spurt of jizz firing down your throat into your belly. You clamped your lips around the base of my shaft, holding me tightly in place, swallowing every last drop. When I pulled out, Dan came too. He aimed his cock at your tits, wad after wad of thick, stringy cum, landing on those gorgeous orbs, smearing over your erect nipples, and sliding over your white throat. Finally he stopped, and you sighed, leaning forward to suck both cocks briefly once more, as if you wanted more already. Then you sat back and smiled up at us. We were both panting, trying to catch our breath. "Fuck that was good," I said. Dan nodded and sat down in an armchair. He looked at me with a smile: "You are one filthy fucker." "Thank you," I said with a grin, and sat down on the sofa behind you. A Chance Encounter You were rubbing Dan's cum around one of your nipples, a dreamy expression on your face. "Hey you two!" you said. "No resting. We're only just getting started here." --------------------------------------------- Wow, never done that before , I thought. That was great, something I'd have to try on Dan. To have his cock so far down my throat. Mmmm, maybe later, now it was my turn. I looked up at you both, feeling a strong desire to be touched. You and Dan had that post-cum look on your faces, as if you could quite happily fall asleep for the rest of the evening. But there was no chance I was letting that happen. I was feeling dizzy with excitement. I had to take matters into my own hands. "Ok, which way to the bedroom?" I asked you, wanting to feel the softness of a bed beneath me, contrasting with the roughness and rawness of what I hoped was to come. I love sex in all sorts of different places, but sometimes you just need a bed. "And I get to tell you guys what to do next." "No, my turn," Dan suddenly got his energy back and pulled me up from the floor, a renewed look of lust on his face. "Follow me," you said and led us down the corridor. I followed you. Dan, behind me, tapped my ass playfully as we reached the bedroom door. I turned to him and, as he grabbed one of my breasts, still covered in his cum, I pressed myself against him and kissed him deeply. God, I love how he kisses me, it sounds so cliché but he really does make me go weak at the knees. I was lost in his kisses, my eyes closed, when he picked me up and threw me down on your huge bed. It was definitely a bed made for lots of dirty sex! I opened my eyes to see you both looking down at me, your cocks growing hard once again. Which one of you would fuck me first, I wondered, smiling to myself that I would have the pleasure of both of them inside my tingling pussy. Oh yes, it was tingling like crazy. I'd hardly been touched but my body was so aroused by the situation and by having had these two cocks spunking on me and in me just a short while ago. "Take her jeans off," Dan said to you. You happily obliged, slowly peeling them off me, making sure you caressed my legs on the way down. You pulled my jeans off along with my shoes. I was now lying there naked except for my little, lacy white thong. Dan ran his hand over it where it clung to my pussy. "You naughty girl, you're so wet!" Dan exclaimed, feeling the dampness between my legs. "Have you got something we can tie her up with?" he asked you. "Here." You handed him a couple of ties and I shivered with a desperate need for my body to be used by you both. Dan tied my wrists above my head and tied them to the bed then covered my eyes with the remaining tie. You and Dan starting talking in low voices. I strained to hear you but couldn't. I heard clothes being removed and I tried to picture you and Dan naked, ready to take me with your hard cocks. I was bursting with lust and desire and moaned loudly when I finally felt fingers hooking around the edge of my thong. Lips caressed the smooth skin of my stomach and then down my legs as the thong was removed. Hands started stroking my breasts, fingers running around my nipples then a tongue licking sending sparks of passion through my body, down to my pussy where fingers were stroking me. Up over my wet lips, teasing my clit; I wondered who was where as my heart beat faster. I soon found out as I sucked on the familiar tasting hard cock that I'd felt at my lips. You started to lick my clit, then you slid your tongue down and into my wet cunt. "Fuck, you taste good," you sighed. I gasped and groaned loudly as your tongue and fingers intimately explored me. I hoped your neighbours weren't at home but couldn't hold back. My whole body was tense, I was pulling on my restraints and writhing on the bed. Feeling you both touching me, Dan at my breasts, now sucking and licking them, and you at my pussy, caressing me with your tongue was exquisite. "Chyna, you look like such a horny slut!" Dan exclaimed. His words tipped me over the edge and I cried out in ecstasy as I came hard around your fingers as you sucked on my clit. "Yes, God, yes, oh God!" I moaned, totally drunk on pleasure, losing control. ----------------------------------------------- Looking up from between your soaking wet pussy, I could see your flat stomach, full breasts, and your husband steadily easing his thick cock in and out of your lips. Blindfolded and tied to the bed, your head was tilted back, your mouth open and an expression of pure joy across your face. Dipping down to lick once more along your sweet, soft pussy lips, I moved up so my hard, throbbing cock was positioned at the entrance to your cunt. I could feel the heat coming from it, and my balls tightened further. Dan was looking at where my cockhead was just inches from your hole. "Oh babe, you're going to love this," he groaned, sliding his prick all over your cheek. "Oh yeah" you breathed, feverishly sucking his cock into your mouth, then releasing it with a gasp. "I want him in me. Tell him to fuck me." I felt a wetness around the end of my cock as you slid further down the bed, trying to get me inside you. But the ties held you back. You were pulling at them, straining with every muscle, your back arched, brow furrowed, breasts raised high. I was desperate to give it to you, but was waiting for permission from your husband. Looking at him, I saw his jaw was clenched, his muscles flexed as he jabbed his cock in and out of your open mouth. He was still staring down at where our engorged sex organs were lightly touching each other. "Go on," he growled. "Fuck my beautiful slut. Fuck her hard." Gripping hold of your thighs, I pushed your legs apart and pushed forward. I slid easily into your warm, wet pussy, all the way until I was balls-deep in you. We both sighed and I felt still inside you, feeling the heat of your tunnel pulsing around me. ----------------------------------------- I held my breath as you inched your cock into me. I revelled in the feeling of you stretching my pussy wide while Dan's cock was furiously fucking my mouth. Being pleasured by two gorgeous cocks always feels so deliciously dirty and this was no exception. "You are so hot!" you moaned. "Oh yeah, she is," Dan agreed, pinching my nipples. You started to pound in and out of me, the rubbing of your cock inside me inflaming my pussy still further. I lifted my knees up level with my breasts and, with my heels on your ass, pulled you deeper into me. I gasped and moaned with each breath I took, feeling another orgasm building within me. "I love your big cock fucking me," I moaned. "I want to see it." "Give it to her hard," Dan encouraged, as he removed the tie from around my eyes. It was an amazing sight; your hard cock disappearing in between my hungry pussy lips. My whole body moved in rhythm as your thrusts became more urgent. My body and mind fully engaged in the act, I was only aware of what was happening then and there on your bed. Nothing else existed beyond that room. Dan was totally absorbed, his cock thrusting in my mouth. I knew he was enjoying watching you fuck me. I screamed out as my body was overcome by the total pleasure and eroticism of the moment and I came, pulsing around your cock as Dan unloaded his spunk in my mouth, groaning with his release. ---------------------------------------------- I held still while your pussy clenched around my rigid shaft and your husband emptied his balls in your mouth. I had to grit my teeth to stop myself cumming, but I was determined to hold out and give you more. When Dan finally pulled his cock out of you and you stopped writhing beneath me, I slowly pulled my cock out of you. It sprang up, as hard as a board. You were swallowing Dan's cum, looking up at him with your pretty eyes. I got your attention by slowly sliding my cock over your now erect clitoris. I ran a hand over your flat stomach, feeling the film of sweat and the tautness of your muscles. Then I dipped down to lick up some of your beautiful juices. Looking up I saw you were looking down at me between your legs. I smiled at you. "You're fucking beautiful, Chyna," I said. You closed your eyes and smiled, leaning back as I flicked my tongue over your clitoris, sucking it in between my lips. Then I moved down to stick my tongue in your cunt, pushing it in and out of where my cock had just been. You were gasping again, nearing yet another orgasm. I started rubbing a finger over your clitoris, your moans becoming just slightly louder. Then suddenly I moved my tongue down even further and swiped it across your asshole. I thought it was worth a try to see if you were into that. Your reaction left me in little doubt - with a shriek you lifted your hips off the bed and came to yet another shuddering climax. I looked up to see your tits jiggling as you writhed about on my bed, your erect red nipples jutting up to the sky, your silky dark hair strewn across your face, as you panted, waiting to see what I would do next. "Dan," I said to your husband who was kneeling beside you intently watching what we did. "Could you look in that drawer by the bed? There's some lube in there, which might come in handy in a minute." You let out a short, high pitched sigh of anticipation, and I rewarded you by rubbing a thumb over your puckered asshole, then shifting up so I could slide my thick, hard cock back inside your pussy. It slid in easily, right up to the hilt, and when I bottomed out I made eye contact with you.. "I'm going to stick this big cock up your ass, Chyna," I said. "I'm going to make you cum so many times you forget your name. Then Dan and I are going to fuck you at the same time." Your eyes were wide, your mouth open, some of your husband's sticky cum glistening on your lower lip, as you listened intently to what I was going to do to you. "You're going to sit on your husband's massive dick, and then I'm going to fuck your ass from behind." With my cock still embedded in your steaming hot pussy I reached down to rub my thumb over your asshole again. You closed your eyes and moaned. I slowly slid a finger inside your ass. "Oh God, yes," you hissed. "You're going to have one hard cock in your pussy, and another in your ass. You're going to be so full of cock, Chyna." My finger was steadily pistoning in and out of your ass, gradually loosening it up. "Fuck yeah," you said. Without warning I pulled out of both your holes, and took the lube from Dan. I noticed his cock was already semi-hard. You both watched as I coated my rockhard cock with lube, liberally coating every inch with the slippering gel, sliding my hand up and down it, feeling all the ridges and veins, aware of my balls tight to my body, full of cum. There was even some pre-cum leaking out of the end, so I wiped it off with a finger then reached over to slide it over your lips. "You ready for this?" I asked. You nodded, your eyes wide, a look of nervousness mingled with excitement. I moved down and lifted your legs up so they were spread either side of you and your pussy and ass were spread lewdly in front of me. Dan moved to sit on the headrest of the bed and then held your ankles back and apart. His cock was now fully hard again. I then began to smear lube over your asshole, and started pushing one then two fingers inside you. It took a few minutes before I could fit a third one inside you, but gradually you were opening up to me. It was an incredibly horny sight and my cock was sticking straight up between my legs, desperate to fill one of the holes in front of me. I knew I had to be patient though. I didn't want to hurt you. Finally you were ready. I poured more lube over my dick and then lined it up at the entrance to you asshole. The room was silent apart from the heavy breathing coming from all three of us. You could smell sex in the air, almost taste it. As I slowly rubbed my cockhead around your asshole I thought how incredible it was that I'd only met you a couple of hours earlier and here I was about to fill your ass with my cock. I was glad I'd walked over to talk to you. -------------------------------------------- "Oh yes Nick, fuck my ass!" I begged, urgently wanting to have you in me again. You slowly eased your cockhead into my tight hole. A millisecond of pain was replaced by the dirty thrill of feeling my asshole stretched. "Mmm, yes," I moaned. Dan's smile told me he was loving watching his slutty wife getting her ass fucked. You continued to slide your well-lubricated cock into me until my ass was totally filled up and your balls rested on my ass cheeks. "God, that feels amazing," you groaned as you started thrusting inside me. You had a look of concentration on your face, trying not to cum just yet. "Mmm, I love having my ass fucked," I gasped. "Fuck her ass hard," Dan demanded of you. Dan licked my hard erect nipples as you plunged your fingers into my pussy and rubbed your thumb over my clit. I was gasping and moaning, pulling at the ties holding me to the bed. My head was spinning and my cries were animalistic as I came. You slowed down your thrusting to let me recover. I opened my eyes to see Dan's cock was now fully hard and I wanted to feel him inside me. Dan had the same idea, he started untying me. "My turn to fuck that used pussy of yours," he grinned. Although I hadn't yet had my turn at choosing what we did, I can't say that I was disappointed in what had happened so far. The complete opposite was true, I was thoroughly enjoying this hot, steamy sex session. And now my husband was about to fuck my pussy and you to fuck my ass, could it get any better? You pulled your cock out of my fucked asshole to allow Dan access to my pussy. His hard cock effortlessly entered my wanton body. You watched, savouring the show, wanking your cock as Dan fucked me hard. "Are you having fun, Chyna, do you love being our little slut?" Dan asked me. I couldn't answer with words, only with cries of lust as he caressed my clit to another orgasm. "That would be a yes then," he correctly deduced. Dan held my wrists above my head, pinning me to the bed as he continued to thrust deep into me. He then rolled me over on top of him, his cock still embedded deep inside me. I sat up and began to move up and down on his gorgeous cock, grinding my hips to take him deeper, my breasts bouncing with my rhythm. I was so preoccupied in my delight at finally fucking Dan, lost in the sensations of pleasure coursing through my body that I'd almost forgotten you were there. Suddenly, I felt you behind me, your hands on my breasts, your fingers caressing my nipples, your cock hard against my back. I knew I was soon to feel so totally full of cock. I moaned at the thrill of being so totally dominated by two men, the excitement of the imminent double penetration enhancing my arousal. -------------------------------------------- My heart was pounding, my breathing ragged, and my cock completely rigid. I lined my cock up to your asshole, just above where you were impaled on your husband's shaft. Gritting my teeth and holding onto your hips I pushed forward. You let out a low guttural moan, as you felt both your holes gradually filling with man meat. I could feel Dan's cock in your pussy as I inched deeper and deeper into your ass. "OH FUCK THAT IS GOOD!" you shouted. Dan and I both grunted, both concentrating on not cumming. When I had filled you, you leant forward to kiss Dan, a fierce kiss, tongues and lips flying across each other, all of us intensely aware of where our three sex organs were joined. Then you leant back and gave me the same treatment. I squeezed your tits, pinching your nipples, letting my rock solid cock throb and swell even further inside your tight tunnel. When Dan started rubbing your clit with his thumb you broke away from our kiss and screamed with an orgasm. You were still shaking when we began to slide back and forth, alternating our thrusting, so first your pussy was full, then your ass, then your pussy, then your ass, then your pussy, then your ass. We were relentless and you were loving it, frantically urging us on. "Go on, fuck me! Fuck me fucking harder! I want your cocks! Fuck! Oh yes! Fuck!" All of us were running with sweat, our muscles tensed, all sensation centred in our loins, as we moved together, the pace increasing with every minute, Dan and I driving in and out of your holes, faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. "Fuck I'm going to cum," said Dan. "Me too," I said, looking down to see my thick shaft sliding in and out of your stretched asshole. I pulled out. My cock sprang up, and your asshole slowly closed. "Where do you want us to cum, Chyna?" I asked, and slid my cock back into your ass. "In your ass?" With my hands I spread your asscheeks as wide as I could, and I pushed my hips forward, so I was deeper inside you than ever before. Dan held still inside you, all of us panting with excitement. "In your mouth?" I reached up to push two fingers in your mouth. With a moan you began to suck them, your eyes closed, lost in a reveries of lust. "Where do you want our cum, Chyna?" I said. "Tell me." ------------------------------------------- I couldn't answer. I was too focused on the feeling of both of you and Dan deep in my ass and pussy to bring any sounds but those of ecstasy to my lips. I wanted it to carry on forever. To feel so full of big, hard cock was sensational. My whole being was high on the thrill of my climax and yet another was building deep within me. Dan answered for me. "Come all over her sexy body, Nick. I bet she wants to see your spunk. And I'm going to fill her cunt with mine." I managed to nod my assent as I came again around Dan's cock just as he grunted and loaded my pulsating pussy with his spunk. You pulled out of my stretched ass before I rolled off Dan and lay back on the bed. Dan positioned his cock at my mouth and I sucked greedily, tasting my own juices together with the last of his spunk. You knelt over me, the ecstasy showing on your face. We all watched as your creamy spunk shot out of your lovely big cock and covered my breasts, my belly and my pussy, mingling with that of Dan's oozing out of me. "That was awesome!" Dan exclaimed, withdrawing his softening cock from my mouth and sitting back. "God, yes!" I agreed, smiling and revelling in that post-fuck feeling of elation and exhaustion, feeling totally satisfied. A Chance Encounter I've worked for many years at a small college in the Midwest, working my way up to a position of prestige in the Office of Giving. It's my job to travel around the country squeezing money from the rich and famous. I'm away from home a lot, so I haven't formed too many attachments. In spite of that, rubbing elbows with captains of industry does have its perks. While my employer may not like my methods, they appreciate the results. I get to host cocktail parties in some very interesting places and meet some very interesting people. One example occurred last January in Syracuse, New York. I had been working the crowd when I caught a glimpse of a full figured woman in a jade green and gold sequined dress. She seemed to be doing the same thing I was, but with a little more success. I had to go looking for people, she attracted them. When I got close enough, I asked my assistant, who she was. Jamie had no idea, so I continued to watch, fascinated, almost hypnotized by her presence. Her eyes met mine. She smiled. I smiled back, unblinking, undressing her with my eyes. Starting with the top of her head, I took her all in. All five foot ten of her. Her shoulder length, auburn mane framed a pretty round face. Her green eyes glowed as she returned my stare. Was she undressing me as I was her? The inner halves of her collarbones moved gently as she breathed. Her ample bust, squeezed together, invited, almost dared you to stare down at the swell of her breasts. She was a large, but well proportioned woman, who, by her stature, was very self assured. As my eyes peeled off her dress, my mind saw two large, proud mounds, jutting from her chest, crowned with large, dusty rose colored areola's, topped with gum drop sized nipples. Below was a well defined waist, soft hips, and a dark red triangle of hair, hiding her treasures. From there down, ample, but shapely legs ended in green high heels. Snapping out of my dream state, I walked up and introduced myself, commenting on what a stunning dress she was wearing. "Hi, I'm Kathleen MacNamee. It's a pleasure to meet you." she said, adding, "Do you always stare at women like that?" Somewhat taken aback, both at my behavior and her directness, I recovered quickly. "Only when they are as mesmerizing as you." "Flirt!" she retorted, laughing. I spent as much of the rest of the evening with her as I could, leaving to talk to potential donors, but always drawn back to her. At one point, as I was approaching, I overheard her rejecting the advances of some rich and powerful man looking to take her to bed. "I'm terribly sorry, but I have a prior engagement." she said, as he pressed her for an answer. We engaged in a lot of small talk, and, from what I gathered, she too had money to 'invest' in a college, but hadn't found the right one yet. "So what can I do to get you to fund an endowment?" I asked, staring down the cleavage of that magnificent chest. "That would depend on how good you are at begging!" she replied with a wicked smile. "Why don't we blow this pop stand, and discuss it, say, up in my room?" "But I thought you had a prior engagement." "I do!. You! Unless, of course you're not interested." "I'm definitely interested in you, but, why me?" I asked. "The last time you were in town for a fundraiser, you took my friend Moira to bed. She raved about you, and I wanted to find out just how good you were!" A look of surprise spread over my face. "You know Moira Sanford?" My mind instantly wandered back to the last fundraiser I held here, and the vivacious blonde that, literally, kept me 'up' all night. "Yes, I do!" she answered back, with that wicked grin on her face. "You might say, intimately." She leaned in and whispered her room number to me and slowly made her way to the door. I spent a few minutes schmoozing and excusing myself and made my way to her suite. I knocked once. She swung open the door, pulled me inside and kicked the door closed as she wrapped her hands around my head and kissed me, passionately. Our tongues fenced for a few seconds before she took my lower lip into her mouth and gently bit it, grabbing two handfuls of my hair. My hands roamed up and down her back as my tongue swirled inside her lips and across her teeth. She pulled away slightly, still holding my lip firmly but gently in her teeth. Staring me directly in the eyes, she said, "There are a few rules you need to know before we get started." I arched my eyebrows quizzically in answer to her statement. She continued, "You will address me as Mistress Kathleen at all times! You will ALWAYS answer my requests in the affirmative. You will do EVERYTHING I tell you, EXACTLY as I tell you. Is that understood?" "Yes!" I said. She bit down firmly, without drawing blood, but getting my attention. "Yes Mistress Kathleen!" "Yes Mistress Kathleen!" I replied. Letting go of my lip, she stood back, eyeing me up and down. "If you disobey me, you will be punished. Obedience, on the other hand will have its rewards." she said brushing her hand against my crotch. "Yes Mistress Kathleen." "Good! Now help me out of this snakeskin." she ordered, turning her back to me. I went to unzip the back. "Unh Unh! No hands!" "Yes Mistress Kathleen" I said again, leaning into her back, gripping the zipper with my teeth. I pulled downward, past her shoulders, to the small of her back where I lost the zipper. Trying to retrieve it took some doing but finally, I had the zipper back in my teeth and pulled it past her ample but shapely rump. By the time I was done, I was on my knees. The dress fell to the floor. She turned and stepped out of it. There, standing before me was a voluptuous, full figured redhead clothed only in a green bra with sheer cups, matching boy short panties with a sheer panel in front, a garter belt, sheer green stockings and green high heel pumps. My cock twitched as I took it all in! She reached down and grabbed my tie. Using it like a leash she began walking to her bedroom. I started to rise. "No, my pet!. Stay on your hands and knees until I tell you otherwise." I must have hesitated too long before answering, because she yanked the tie and swatted me on the ass. "Come, my pet! You need to get undressed too!" She turned and headed for the bedroom door. I followed, scurrying to keep up , staring at her undulating rump, and thinking all sorts of evil thoughts about what I would like to do to it! We stopped by her bed and she dropped my tie. "Take off your clothes!" she ordered. I swiftly complied. First the tie, the shirt, and the tee shirt, followed by the shoes, socks and the pants. It was a little awkward at first, trying to disrobe while on your hands and knees, but I managed. Then, as I sat on my haunches, not unlike a loyal dog, she produced a leather collar with a lead. Leaning over to put it on me, I got a perfect view down her cleavage! My cock twitched again. She slapped my naked ass as she said, "You naughty boy! Didn't your mother teach you to look away from temptation?" I answered in the affirmative. She swatted my ass again, twice, harder this time. "That's for disobeying your mother!" she said, "and this is for paying me a compliment by staring at my breasts!" I cringed, waiting for another hit or two, but was rewarded by her unsnapping her bra and freeing those proud orbs from their green prison. "You like these, don't you, my pet." Again, I agreed, unable to take my eyes off them. They were pretty much as I imagined, large, round, firm but soft, large areolas capped by the most inviting nipples. "If you're a good boy, I might let you kiss them! But not yet! I want you to stroke your cock while you watch me undress. But don't you dare cum!." So I sat and watched as she unsnapped the garter belt, tossing it aside. Flexing her left leg, she began to roll her stocking down, past the knee, over her calf and off her foot. Repeating the process, she then stood, clad only in her panties. Moving toward me, she stood with her crotch at face level. "Take them off!" she ordered, "but no hands!" I grabbed the waistband and pulled her panties off exposing a heart shaped bush pointing down to her meaty camel-toed pussy, already glistening with her juices. I breathed deeply, taking in a mixture of perfume and musk. Continuing to pull the panties down to her knees and beyond, I let them drop to the floor. Looking up, first at her luscious cunt, her belly, her breasts, my gaze finally rested on her face. She smiled down at me. "Nicely done, my pet. Do you wish to taste me?" My eyes brightened. "Oh yes, Mistress Kathleen." "You will! Soon! Now stand up. I wish to inspect your equipment." I immediately stood as she lowered herself to the floor. The rose colored head of my cock was almost at eye level. She grabbed the shaft and squeezed. A drop of pre-cum formed at the slit. Her tongue swirled around it, scooping up the little gift, and moaning. She squeezed again, repeating the process, only this time surrounding the crown with her lips. Pulling off with an audible 'plop' she smiled, licked her luscious pouty lips and asked, "Do you want to cum in my mouth? Or in my cunt?" "Both, Mistress Kathleen." "Good answer!" she said just before sliding her lips around the shaft, engulfing more than half of me. I could feel my cockhead brush the back of her throat, as she slid up and down My length, cupping my balls in her left hand as she stroked me with her right. I struggled not to grab her head and force more of me in her mouth, swaying my hips, watching intently as my spit slickened manhood churned in her face. She pulled off again, telling me how good it felt to have a cock in her mouth. Still frigging me she lowered her face to my balls and after licking each one thoroughly, took my left testicle into her mouth and sucked. Rolling her tongue around the delicate orb, she gently pulled, stretching the sac before letting it loose and caressing the other one in like fashion. Another groan escaped my lips as she licked her way up the shaft, re-swallowing the head. My brain was on overload and I was dangerously close to cumming. "Gonna cum soon, Mistress!" I croaked, while humping her round, pretty face. Pulling her mouth off my stiff prick, she said, "Good! I want to taste you!" Laying my cock on her tongue, she stared into my eyes as she stroked me with her left hand while scratching the skin behind my nuts with her right. "Cum for me now, my pet!" I grunted loudly as I felt her finger invade my ass. I felt my sperm travel up my cockshaft. Forcing my eyes to stay open, I watched as it spurted across her tongue as she milked it with her hand. When she had coaxed all of the warm fluid from my cock, she kissed the head, smiled and stood up. She grabbed my head and planted a wet, spermy kiss on my lips, forcing them open with her tongue. As my own essence flowed back into my mouth, I responded in kind and we spent the next minute swapping my seed, smearing it all over our lips. In the throes of our passionate kiss, I had let her turn us around. She gently , but firmly pushed me backward onto the bed, climbed on top and positioned her freshening pussy directly over my face. "Eat me!" she said as she lowered herself. My response was muffled by the soft, warm lips of her pussy as it settled onto my nose and mouth. The bridge of my nose rubbed against her now prominent clit as my cum coated tongue sliced upward into the cleft of her pussy. Rolling her hips, she wiped her musky cream all over, rocking and moaning as I tongue fucked her. She was careful not to cut off my ability to breathe, but restricted the movement of my head as I continued to assault her velvet smooth cunt. I was able to reach around her thighs and caress her clit as I continued stabbing my tongue into the soft folds of her sex. I could feel as much as hear her coo as she moved ever closer to an orgasm. I felt one hand close over my cock and the other grabbing my hair as she steadied herself, riding my face. "Oh! God! Yes! Yes!." she screamed as her cunt poured its contents over my lips and tongue. Her legs quivered as the orgasm racked her body. I didn't stop flicking her clit and she continued to writhe until she couldn't take any more and slid off, laying beside me panting and clutching her pussy. "Jesus! That was incredible!" she gasped, quickly recovering. Looking up at me with a smile on her face, she said, "Well. Are you going to fuck me or not?" I did not answer her in the affirmative. I rolled her onto her stomach, grabbed her hips, pulled her ass into the air and effortlessly entered her sopping pussy. I thought momentarily of entering her slowly, drawing out the sweet agony for both of us. My animal instincts won out and I slammed into her velvet cunt, making her breasts jiggle and sway each time my hips and balls came in contact. She started rolling her ass with each jarring thrust, grunting her pleasure at my assault. I leaned over biting her shoulder, cupping her pendulous breasts, kneading them as I sawed in and out, in and out, slapping her ass with my hips. She grabbed my left hand, tearing it from her nipple and pushing it down to her soaking crotch. "Make me cum again! Please?" she pleaded. I strummed her clit with all four fingers, grunting with pleasure and exertion as we fucked like dogs in heat. She began to tense again, babbling almost incoherently as she approached yet another orgasm. Wanting to feel her clasping cunt milking me again, I kept slamming, pinching and strumming. She buried her face in the pillow and started to scream as her pussy let loose a torrent of musk, soaking the sheets. Her clutching pussy drove me to the edge and I howled as my cock exploded deep inside her. She collapsed, trapping my hand on her breast, my fingers on her clit, and my cock sliding slowly out of her as it shrank. We lay there intertwined for several minutes before she let me loose, except for the hand on her breast. She curled up holding me tight to her. "Get a good nights sleep." she whispered, "Your going to need all your strength for tomorrow! And my donation will depend on your behavior and performance." A Chance Encounter I turned the corner into the kitchen. It was time for an afternoon snack. The tile made my feet cold, and I was looking down at it as I rounded the bend, and came across my cousin digging in the refrigerator, bent over trying to find something. She wore only a long shirt that covered everything but her legs, which were bare. She didn't see me until I was right next to her, and I startled her as she stood up. "Oh!" she exclaimed, surprised to see me. "How are you," I said. "I'm good, I was just gonna make some breakfast. Do you want something?" she asked. "I don't know, what is there?" I replied. I was hungry. I hadn't eaten yet today, so not only was I looking for an afternoon snack, I was looking for breakfast and lunch, too. "Let's see what we have!" she replied, as she started to turn toward the fridge. Suddenly she stopped, and stared straight at me. "Whey are you looking at me like that?" she asked with a slight cock of her head, and the raise of an eyebrow. I guess I hadn't been aware of the look I was giving her, because she certainly was, and it seemed to her that it implied something naughty. She left it at that, and with a smile, she turned back to the fridge to keep looking. "Let's see, we have some eggs, and some bacon..." she trailed off, and stared at me with a foxy look in her eye, one finger touching her mouth. I drew closer, and she asked, "what do you have a taste for?" with an awfully suggestive tone. "Want some of this?" She turned away from me and lifted her shirt up to expose her bare, brown ass. God, I was lucky that an Asian married into my family. Their 19-year-old daughter was beautiful. She had the perfect ass with a light chocolate color to it that made my cock start to rise in my pants. Her hair was dark brown as well, and it fell over her shoulders gracefully, but did not hide her beautiful face, with her white teeth and pretty smile. She slapped her ass, and bent over a little, to give me a better view. I had never realized how horny my younger cousin was until right this minute, and I couldn't of been happier. She turned to face me, and lifted up the front of her shirt. She had one of the best bodies I had ever seen, and I guess it made sense because she was a dancer. Her feet spread wide on the floor, her pussy was hanging in the open air, and I saw a small patch of hair above it. Her smooth stomach was revealed next, and then her breasts. Medium-sized and round, they had dark brown nipples that she started to play with next. "Do you like my tits?" she asked, and I was unable to reply, my jaw hanging about halfway to the floor. With a knowing smile and narrowed eyes, she dropped to her knees in front of me and unzipped my pants. I stepped out of them and she immediately focused her attention on my hard cock. My cousin wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft, and sucked the tip into her mouth. It was warm and wet, and she gyrated her head around to build up the sensation before she slowed and sunk her head all the way down to my balls, engulfing me in her fiery warmth. She pulled off my cock and reached behind her head to bring her hair into a ponytail, and she looked up at me with that same naughty look. With one fast, fluid motion she sucked my entire stalk into her mouth and stayed at the bottom. I felt the warmth of her mouth hold on to me, and she wouldn't let go as I tried to fuck her mouth. "This is really naughty," she began in a hushed tone, "and we probably shouldn't be doing it." Before I could tell she was teasing me she was on my cock again, beginning her more rapid strokes. She combined both hand and mouth in a whirlwind frenzy on my cock, gliding up and down until I'd lost myself in my desire to pump semen into her mouth. I think she must of sensed this, because as soon as I started to pump my hips against her bobbing motion, she stopped and started to only kiss the tip of my cock. "Since you don't want breakfast, can you take me upstairs and fuck me?" she asked. I was more than willing; I needed to. "Sure, let's go," was my only reply, and we walked together up the stairs of the house, to her bedroom on the second floor. As soon as we got there I lay down on her bed and she resumed her work on my cock. She licked from the base to the tip several times, and then sucked tightly on the tip. Next she stuck her tongue out and licked around my head. Watching her do this to me made me need to fuck her, but she was offering me no such out. She spat on my cock and started to stroke it, but only the head, the most sensitive part. "Do you like it when I stroke your hard cock?" To enraptured to say yes, I just groaned as a signal for her to keep going. After several more minutes of this, I told her I was ready to fuck. "Are you sure," was her innocent reply. "Because I was thinking that I could fuck you." This idea sounded perfect, and without any hesitation she climbed up onto the bed. Still facing me for her manual stimulation, she put one foot one the bed next to my waist; the other foot she swung up and over so she was squatting over my glistening cock. She leaned back on her left hand and gave me my first glimpse of her pussy. My cousin's snatch was perfect in every way: light brown outer lips, darker inner ones, and a small v-shaped patch of hair centered over her clit, a nice touch that complemented the cleanliness of the rest of her pussy. Her full inner lips parted as she sunk down ever so slightly onto my cock, which she held straight with her right hand. After the smallest part of me was inside her, enough to hold my cock in place at her opening, she moved her hand away and balanced herself over me on the bed. With a guttural sigh, she sunk down the rest of the way onto my cock. Her dancer's hips were made for this kind of fucking, the raw, fully exposed fucking that was so natural and yet so hot. She moved up and down, her pussy lips tickling and moistening my cock more with each stroke. Her paced quickened at a steady rate, until she was pounding her hips against mine, the bed meeting our rhythm, the frenzy of orgasm building inside both of us. Hers happened suddenly, her smooth humping turning into wild bucking of her hips, up and down, side to side, pulsating, quickening, orgasming. It was over as fast as it started, and her pumping slow to a slow and sensuous gyration, and a soft smile spread on her lips. "Your turn," was all she said, and with that, I sat up and she lay on her back on the edge of the bed. I entered her all at once, and she again let out a sensuous sigh, and began breathing heavily. I sat back and started to pound into her. Both her legs were raised and spread, her hips wide and inviting. She reached around her leg with her left hand, and as she used her right to pull back on her mound and spread her pussy she started a slow rub on her clit, circles that matched my strokes into her. She started to hump against me with her hips, and her rhythm got more urgent; she was going to come again. I looked at her face, and saw an urgency I had never noticed before. Her eyes were locked on where our bodies met, and the carnality of the situation shone in her lustful eyes. She wanted to come again, and nothing stood in her way. With her pussy spread so wide this time, I could feel her contractions, wave after wave of them squeezing my cock as it continued to slide in and out of her. I slowed my pace, and this time I saw genuine exhaustion on her face. I pulled out, and she knew without asking that I was ready to come. "Lie down," she said sternly, and she assumed the same position as before, with her in between my legs, working her magic on my length. She opted for a handjob finish, and before I could say anything she was stroking my pole with a relentless zeal that only a sexually charged woman could have. She slid her hand up and down, spitting on it for lubrication, and I was a short time coming. I felt the pressure build quickly, and our eyes met for a brief second before my orgasm started. The realization struck me all at once, that my cousin was bringing me to the edge of orgasm, and then beyond, my exact thought as she sent me there, slowing her stroke accordingly. I shot a rope of semen out, which landed on her curled fingers and her tits, but the next load she caught with her mouth, hanging over my spasming cock waiting for all the jizz I could shoot, her hand still massaging my dick. One more spasm, sending jizz onto her check, and the last, pumping jizz that spilled down her knuckles, and I was done. I'd made a mess out of both of us, but I would certainly enjoy cleaning up my cousin as much as I had enjoyed fucking her. With that, we cleaned up and went to spend some quality family time together, sure that our next session would be hotter and more obscene. A Chance Encounter This is a single scene from a longer story that I hope to eventually submit. I welcome any and all comments. *** I couldn't believe the opportunity that had presented itself. The object of my lust and desire for the past four years was lying completely naked below me, mere inches away. His name was Tristan. I had first seen him when he was 14 and just entering high school. I was enslaved by his beauty and boyish charm from the moment I saw him. He was the son of a colleague at the high school where I taught and attended the school for the next four years. During that time, I had him in class so I had the opportunity to watch him grow into an attractive young man, although I thought I would be driven insane by temptation from being so near to him. I'll be 30 this year, I kept telling myself. He's already 18 and has entered college, so there's nothing wrong with this. He's an adult who can make his own decisions. Before me lay the beautiful boy whom I had coveted for the past four years. His body was more amazing than I had even imagined. Standing five feet tall, he was still a full head shorter than myself, but his body was slender and trim. His chest was well defined, accented by the short silver chain he wore around his neck, while his stomach was flat and hard. With his hands raised above his head, I could see that he had strong arms and his body was covered in a very light tan. With one hand I held his wrists above his head and my other hand had snaked behind his back and was cradling his neck. I leaned forward to whisper into his ear. "Are you afraid?" I asked. "No!" He sounds so childish right now, I thought to myself, grinning inside. "Are you ashamed?" "Of course!" Even his voice cracked. "Do you want me to stop?" He didn't respond. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a single tear trickling down his cheek. I stopped it with my lips before it reached his ear, causing him to jerk his head slightly in surprise. "You don't need to worry, I promise to take care of you." I imagined him relaxing a little in my arms at this. Allowing my cheek to brush against his, I moved my head so I could see his face. I could see fear, shame, and uncertainty written in his expression. His eyes were open, but were averted to the side. Closing my eyes, I nestled my nose against his and rested my forehead on his. Whispering with our lips only inches apart, I repeated, "I promise to take care of you." I imagined him relaxing ever so slightly again. Raising my head, I opened my eyes to see him looking me in the face now. The fear was gone, but the shame and uncertainty remained. I couldn't help but smile a little. I rested my cheek against his once more and whispered into his ear, "Do you want to continue?" I held my breath waiting for his response. My heart began racing with anticipation. The excitement in my mind was slowly being replaced with doubt as that moment drew on. Just when I thought I couldn't hold my breath in any longer I felt a slight movement against my cheek. What's this? He nodded yes! I released my breath with an audible sigh of relief. I realized how tightly I was holding him to my body and relaxed my grip. He seemed more relaxed now too. The bastard gave all his anxiety to me, I thought to myself with a little smirk. Raising my head again, I looked into the face of my lover. His expression was unreadable, although I saw an unmistakably pleading look in his eyes. I will make you mine now, I thought as I leaned into him for a kiss. I felt his body melt in my hands and he timidly reached around to place his hands on my shoulder and back. With my left hand I pulled his back away from the bed and his chest against mine, at the same time forcing his head back with my kiss, causing his body to arch beneath mine. With his hardened cock pressed into my stomach leading me on, I traced his lips with my tongue, causing a tremor throughout his body with each movement. Just as my passion was reaching a peak, he pulled his lips away and relaxed his body. Sliding his arms under my chest, my fear and confusion evaporated as he reached up and gently pushed down on my shoulders with his hands. Though he wouldn't meet my eyes, I grinned at him gave him a kiss on he chin before working my way down his neck and chest again. When I reached his stomach, his cock brushing my neck and the underside of my chin, I felt him remove his arms from my shoulders. I took his hands in mine and guided them back, "Leave them here." His fingers were trembling but he gave a slight nod. Returning my attention to the erection that was resting against my face, I began kissing and sucking at his cock. I kissed my way down the left side, licking and sucking as I went. Then, placing the tip of my tongue against his sack, I swept my tongue up the underside of his cock, pausing at the top and bringing my lips forward to kiss the tip of his head. I then kissed around the base of the head, flitting my tongue along the ridge where the head met the shaft. While I made my administrations, I could feel his mood changing. Tristan let out a few muffled grunts through clenched teeth. Slowly, the shaking in his fingers lessened and he began exploring my body with them. He ran them across my shoulders and the nape of my neck. Then, cupping the side of my head in his palm he passed his fingers through my hair. This sensation and acceptance urged me onward. After continuing like this for a short time, I detached my lips from his skin and gazed up the length of his body to see his face. His chest rose and fell as he breathed deeply and his face was knotted with ecstasy. "Tristan, open your eyes," I said. His expression relaxed as he did so and he gazed down at me through half-lidded eyes, his cheeks flushed a bright red. I smiled back at him from behind his cock. Seeing my expression, he jerked his head to the side and knotted his face into a grimace again. "Tristan, watch," I commanded. With his eyes on me I raised my face above his cock and kissed the tip. I slowly began licking around the tip, causing me to bring more of the head into my lips. Then, grasping the base of his shaft, I stopped all movement with my tongue and lips and slowly began taking him into my mouth. When it reached the back of my throat I paused, savoring the feeling of having him in my mouth. He was long enough that I could still hold his skin back with a few fingers at the base. His body had gone rigid again, but this time I knew it was from excitement and anticipation. The fingers he had been running through my hair now had a death grip on the hairs at the back of my head and I could hear him taking in short staggered breaths. Keeping my tongue pressed against the length of his cock, I drew my head back, sucking as I went. When my lips reached the head, I paused, flitting my tongue along the underside then swirling it around, all the while not letting up with the sucking. I continued to tease him like this until I felt a pressure at the back of my head. "Don't... don't stop," he said to me. Despite his hesitation, I could hear the yearning and desire in that small voice with which he had called out to me. My lips tightened their seal around his manhood as I attempted to conceal a smile. However, I fulfilled his wish and slowly began bobbing my head up and down his shaft, taking in a little more each time. My efforts were rewarded as he moved his hips forward to meet me and let out stifled whimpers. I quickened my pace as I took more of him in with each pass. As I did so, the pressure against the back of my head became more forceful and the movement of his hips less hesitant. I allowed him to set the pace and soon I was moving my head very little at all as he drove his cock up into my mouth. When I sensed he was reaching his limit I abruptly pulled my head back, his cock leaving my mouth with an audible pop. He looked up at me in surprise and confusion. "Don't worry," I said, "I want to give you the most intense orgasm you've ever had." I leaned forward and kissed his left nipple then tilted my head to the side so that my mouth and chin rested against the side of his chest as I looked into his face. With my right hand, I slid my fingers up the center of his body. When they reached his neck I traced the bottom of his jaw and then his lips with my fingertips. I gently pressed against his bottom lip, pulling his lips apart and slipping my finger into his mouth. He quickly responded by greeting it with his tongue and sucking the rest of it in. I allowed him to suck on it a while longer as he imitated the motions I had made with my tongue earlier. I wonder if he realizes what I intend to do, I mused to myself. When I was satisfied my finger had been sufficiently covered with saliva, I withdrew it from his mouth. I brushed my fingertip across his lips once more, leaving a glistening coating on them. "Thanks," I said. Then, giving the side of his chest where my lips had been resting a quick kiss, I returned my attention to his waist. He was quick to place his hands against my shoulders this time, but I quickly cut him off. "No, this time you need to hold your legs back," I said. With an uncertain look on his face, he obliged, pulling his knees back to meet his chest, his feet hanging in the air. For a moment I admired the view he proffered me. His legs were smooth and creamy light tan in color while he had a beautiful round ass. I was pleased to note that his cock was still rock hard and it bobbed and twitched, begging for attention. I kissed and sucked my way down his cock and continued with his sac. With his legs pulled back and away, his cheeks were separated, giving me easy access to his tight hole. I delicately placed the tip of my tongue against it and pushed gently. I then lapped at it a few times, just enough to cover the area with my saliva. It appeared to be a new sensation for him, but he didn't complain and continued to hold his legs back for me. I returned my lips to his cock and took in as much of him as I could, his smooth thighs surrounding my face. As I held him in my mouth and sucked, I pressed my finger against his hole, the same finger he had sucked earlier. I didn't force my way in, but as he pushed against me his sphincter opened and I took advantage of the opportunity. With not much more than my first knuckle inside, I slowly bobbed my head on his cock while playing with the inside of his ass. The more he pushed against me, the further I reached inside. Once it was all the way in, I quickened my pace with my head and swirled my finger inside him, enlarging and loosening his hole. I then started to move my finger in and out in tandem with my mouth. I pulled forward and up with my finger as it entered, causing him to raise his hips with each little thrust, bringing his cock deeper into my mouth. As the sensations overcame him, his grip on his knees loosened and his legs fell limply to the side, but I didn't let up with my finger or mouth. He called out a short, staccato, "Oh!" with every thrust, crescendoing in volume until every muscle in his body contracted. His ass clung tight to my finger, threatening to squeeze it off. He pushed his hips and cock forward into my face with his legs and with one last, elongated vocal outcry he let loose a torrent of liquid into my mouth. I could feel each wave come pulsating up his cock as he erupted into my mouth, his hips jerking forward instinctively with each shot. I drank deeply of him, lapping at the fountain he had opened for me. As his orgasm subsided, I allowed his softening cock to fall from my mouth and removed my finger from his ass. I moved forward and could feel the tension in his body being released as he melted underneath me. I laid my cheek against his and kissed him on the neck behind the ear. "How was that?" I asked. After taking a few deep breaths, he replied, "I didn't know it could feel so good." I smiled into his ear. "I'm glad you liked it." He wrapped his arms around me and we laid like that for what seemed an eternity, his cock sandwiched between our bodies, mine dangling between his legs, simply enjoying the body contact. "Stay here tonight," I whispered into his ear. "Alright," he breathed out. I rolled over to blow out the candles then pulled the blankets over our bodies. "You know I-" I stopped myself from saying what I was thinking. Is it alright to tell him I've always liked him? Won't he find that weird? "What is it?" he mumbled. I could tell he was on the verge of sleep already. "I... I just..." Stop stuttering and pull yourself together! "I've always liked you, Tristan." My voice was small and quiet. I wondered if he could hear me even though he was lying in front of me. My heart raced and I could hear my own pulse echoing in my ears in the stillness that followed. "I know," he whispered back. His voice sounded as though he was speaking from far away, as if from within a dream. He must already be asleep. My heart was filled with relief at his words. I held him close to me, savoring the warmth and comfort of his body. Thank you. I'll never let you go. A Chance Encounter It was a long day at the airports, and in flight to finally make my arrival to the Denver airport. The constant delays through security, departure and in obtaining my bags had made the trip almost already unbearable, and I hadn't even had to do my work yet. I wasn't anticipating a good weekend in the foothills of the Rockies. After retrieving my delayed luggage I found my way to the car rental, picked up my small sedan, and headed out onto the freeway to Boulder, not more than 30 miles from the airport in Denver. The drive was beautiful and went a long way at easing my frazzled nerves from the trip. The air was cool and clean, unlike that in the cities of the Eastern seaboard where I had spent much of my time over the past decade. The drive into Boulder was quick and easy and I had found my small hotel without problem, checking into a modest room on the top floor with a modest view of the idyllic city. I had time for a quick shower and changed into some jeans and top before heading out to meet some of the people I was going to be working with on the project tomorrow. They were a lively bunch of guys, all in their mid 30's, and a good laugh to have around. One was married, but all of the others were still single and enjoying life on their own. We ate a nice dinner out in the center of town and then made our way to one of the well known watering holes near the park. The time had already slipped past 8 pm when we arrived and grabbed a few stools. By the time a few drinks had been downed the conversation had really livened up and we all got to knwo each other better. I felt sorry for Jake, the married guy, having to hear about the recent exploits of the other men, knowing full well that he likely went home to his wife every night and missed that aspect of his freedom. I couldn't add too much good stuff about women as I had been overly busy with work as of late, but was always happy to live through others when I could. At least someone was having fun with the girls. More and more drinks were consumed and it was then that Scott brought up that I hadn't told any stories about my own dating life. They all jeered out at me, sensing that I was vulnerable on this topic, and urged me to tell them something. Surely, they assumed, I would have at least a few stories that would contribute to the overly good stories shared by all. Being a generally modest person, I told them that my own love life was not nearly as adventurous as their own and that I had been overly consumed with my work responsiblities of late. They did not take this well. Scott told me that it was going to be his goal to fix that, and as soon as possible. I shook my head no, hoping that the spotlight that was directed on me would soon move to someone else, but they wouldn't let it go. "Ok, Man. Look around this bar. There are plenty of good looking women in here. Go on...take a look around and pick the one that you think is the hottest..." With this I swivel in my chair reluctantly and take a spy. Scott was correct in one thing, there were lots and lots of good looking young women in thise college town. Many appeared older than your average college aged student, more likely in graduate school by the more studied looks on their faces and maturity in their drinking. I saw all sorts of women that I wouldn't have thought twice about hitting on normally. "So?" Scott blurted out. "Which one is the best? Because I dare you to go up and start talking to that one as soon as possible and to try and leave here with her..." I take a slug on my drink and look again. It was at this point that I notice a face that catches my attention. She is near my age, in her mid 30's, and looks very familiar. She happens to turn in my general direction and I place it. Sue. An old ex-girlfriend from college. Wow, over ten years later and here we are, in the same bar in a little town in the foothills of the Rockies. I realize my chance and take it. "Okay, gentlemen..I found her. I bet you each $50 that I can take a girl home tonight of my choosing." The guys all take me up on this wager as I stand and walk over towards Kim. She surely never saw it coming, and was even more surprised to here such a confident line from a stranger behind her. "So, you come here often?" I murmer. She turns around, getting ready to laugh at the poor guy trying in vain with such a poor line to pick her up, but you can see in her face that she recognizs me. There is a moment where she registers it all, making sure I am who she seems to think i am. I know the guys at the table see us looking at each other and might think that all is going well, even though she had yet to say a word. "Is that you?" When I nod my approval she flashes a big beeming smile. I know that the guys are watching and must think I have used a very effective pick-up line, none the wiser that I have known this girl, quite intimately, before. We get to talking, catching up on old times and telling the old stories. I try and keep my posture and distance to make it appear as if this is all spontaneous. It turns out that Sue was also in town visiting a friend. What are the chances? She soon got to telling me about a guy she was recently dating that she broke it off with cause she caught him with another woman. I had already known that I could make this appear like I was going to make it with this girl to the other guys, by simply walking out of the bar with her at the suggestion that we go someplace else. They would assume the best from me. However, hearing that she had recently broke it off with her boyfriend made me realize that she was vulnerable and possibly looking for something safe and comfortable to help ease her pain. I was more than happy to comply. We talked, laughed and drank for another half an hour at the bar. Finally, I know that I had to make the move. "You look really great, by the way...Better than yo uhave ever looked..." I lauded to her. This caused a shy blush from her and I know that this was the sort of comment that she needed in her current state. It worked a charm. "Well, you are still looking as handsome and fit as ever yourself, I have to say..." she replied. "Thank-you..." I murmered. "Listen, I am staying at that nice hotel downtown. There is a really nice bar there, and my room. maybe we can go back there and continue this?" She asks. I smile and simply take her hand, helping her to her feet. I walk her towards the door, making sure to go directly poass the guys on the way out. I flash them a little grin, and exit straight out the front door. I can see the look of utter amazement on their faces. We catch a cab, and are oson at her hotel. The bar in the lobby is exquisite and we share a few drinks and laugh and talk more. Soon though, I feel her hand come to rest on my thigh. "So, what do you say that we take this up to my room?" She croons with a sexy smile. I have no resistance, and trying to sound as cool and composed as possible I say sure, and off we go. Even though I had been with her many, many times, my heart is pounding in my chest again like it is our first time. We reach her room, and as she fumbles around in her purse for the key, I take a good long look at her legs in the short sun dress. She has obviously been to the gym a lot in the past several months, as her muscles are toned and tight. Up top, she still had the great chest, which she proudly displayed with the low fitting top of the dress. She really did look wonderful, and her bright short heels finished off her ensemble perfectly. She opened the door, finally, and we made our way inside. It wasn't more than two steps into the room that she turned and planted a deep, long, slow wet kiss on me. I fervently returned the kiss, pressing my lips into hers. Our mouths parted and soon our tongues were dancing and playing in each others mouths. this went on for a solid 30 seconds, easily the most passionate and assuming kiss I had received in a long while. We finally broke our lip lock, and she looked me in my eyes, holding my gaze. Meanwhile, her hand trailed down the front of my shirt and started to graze over the front of my pants. "Nothing has changed down here, I hope...? she coyly and teasingly taunts me. "Well, you might wanna take a look to make sure..." is all I can muster in reply. With that, she bites her lower lip slightly, and drops down to her knees before me. Her hands run over the outline of my cock in my pants, still flaccid, but not for long. She seems to explore its curves, wanting more as her fingers undo my belt and the top button of my pants. One hand continues to press harder into my crotch, firmly grabbing my meat, as her free fingers tug down the zipper. My member swells quickly at her animal advances and I can only gasp slightly as she pulls my pants down. I stand there now before her in my dark blue boxer-briefs, the growing outline of my manhood finely revealed in the soft light of the room. She strokes it again through the thin fabric, but just as quickly rips my underwear down and off. My cock springs out of its tight confines, standing now at rigid attention and bobbing slightly right before her face. She looks up at me and gives a devilish smile, and then takes hold of my balls with the palm of one hand, and guides my head to her lips with the other. The soft feel of her lips and tongue drive me wild as they engulf my head. She licks along the soft, sensitive underside of my head, knowing and remembering just how I like it, as she teases me. holding the shaft, she licks slowly down the underside of the cock, all the wya down to my hanging balls. Her tongue lavishes and wetness my dangling testicles as she licks and sucks them softly. I moan out at this expert treatment. She pushes me back into the door, my back slamming into the hard wood, as she presses into me. As she comes back up she gives me one last look as she takes my cock into her mouth and slowly descends over it. I can feel the pressure of her sucking in, coupled with the fasiculations of her tongue along my hard meat. I give a heavy sigh to let her know I love this, while she bobs slowly up and down my pole, taking more and more of my cock into her mouth with every suck. She soon picks up the pace, as her own desires and lust grow. I can tell she is enjoying doing this to me as her hand disappars under the hem of her dress, manually fondling her own love bud as she sucks my rigid tool in and out of her mouth. I let my hands trace through her hair and rest on the sides of her head, encouraging her to take more and more of me deeper into her mouth. I watch as nearly all of my shaft disappears in her lips. With one final gesture she attempts to take it all and gags as the swollen head of my dick rubs the back of her throat. She still stays deep on it, gagging, but wanting to make me feel good. Her own fingers playing with herself lets me know that she is really loving this. She finally comes up, and takes the cock out of her mouth, gasping for a deep breath of air. "Your cock is wonderful...I want to feel it inside of me...soon..." she says as she drops back down and licks and sucks sloppily all over me now. I let her go for a bit more before I finally decide that I want to bury my manhood deep into her pussy. With that, I have her stand and lead her by the hand. Leading her by the hand I take her over to the table which is positioned directly in front of the window which has a view of the city. I turn her towards the window, and position myself behind her. I let my hands roam all over her body, carressing her breasts and feeling all of the curves of her back, hips and ass, as I kiss hungrily at her neck. She groans out her approval as I continue this for a moment. finally I take the small zipper on the back of her dress and take it down all the way. I assist her shoulders get free of the dress and let her step out of it and fall onto the floor where she steps out of it and kicks it aside. She has a black lacey bra on and a red thong panty. I grasp at her ass and massage and carress it. She has always had a nice ass, and still does after all of these years. I unhook the bra strap expertly and toss it aside as I take her large C-cup tits into my hands to play with. She is breathing heavily and reaching one hand back over her should to play with my hair, urging me onward. My hands continue to feel all over her body and I let my hard cock now trace over the back of her ass flesh. "oh baby, you are so hard" she pants out. "I want that inside of me". I yank down her panties with one hard thrust and spread her legs apart by placing my feet inside of hers and pushing them apart. One hand holds my cock, while the other pushes her head down so she is lying with her chest flat on the tabletop. Her ass is pointing directly up at me, supported by her heels which she is still wearing. I let my fingers run between her thighs from behind, feeling instantly the heat and wetness that reveals her excitement. She is horny and ready to go at it. With that I position the head of my cock at her lips, and slowly drive my manhood inside of her. I can hear her groaning out as her tight pussy stretched to accomadate the fleshy intruder. My head can feel the tight wet folds of her inner flesh separating at my insistence as I press my hips forward. Finally, I am buried all the way inside of her, and I hold it there briefly. My hand still rests on her neck, holding her down flat on the table when I finally slide out slowly, letting the length of my cock come almost all the way out, before pushing it back in again. She grunts out when I am deep again. In and out I move...slowly building the tempo, but knowing that I will soon be ravaging her hard as I want, sating my animal lusts for her, as I take her how I please. I can sense that this is what she wants to, as one of her hands reaches back to the side of my hip and she urges me to go faster and deeper. This is my cue as I start to rail myself into her. Her body shakes violently along with the table as I start to drive harder and deeper into her wet tight hole of lust. My balls slap into her underside as I just go at her with all I've got. Her gasping breaths are intermingled with grunts and moans of pleasure and desire. My body quickly heats as a little sweat forms on my brow, having to take deeper long breaths to fuel this hard, animalistic fucking. Our bodies slam into each other, the sound of our flesh slapping fills the room rythmically. Finally, I start to groan out, as my balls tighten and I can sense my orgasm nearing. She seems to bentering her own orgasmic pleasure as I do, our bodies yielding to each others. As I near the end of my endurnace, she looks back over her shoulder and gives me a begging plea... "I want you to cum all over me..." she forces out. this takes me right to the edge. I pull myself out of her and she quickly swivels off the table and drops down onto her knees before me. I take my long hard cock in my hand, lubricated by her pussy juice, and start to jerk it frantically over her. She places her hand between her legs again and start to masturbate herself as I do the same. her body begins to shake out irregularly as her breathing becomes erratic, as she fingers herself to her own climax. "Oooohhhh, I'm cumminnnggg.,.,," she moans out. Her eyes fixed on mine, seeming to plead with me to do the same. I don't last any longer. Looking down at her I give one final shudder, as my own orgasm shakes through my groin. I begin to spray one long steamy rope of hot white cum after another onto her neck and upper chest. She leans her head back slightly, always looking at me and my cum shooting onto her. She continues to finger herself frantically as I cover her chest in my thick sticky liquid of lust. I seem to go on forever, as her own orgasm mirrors mine. Finally, my cumming subsides, and I look down at her, sweaty and tracing her fingers through my cum on her chest and taking it to her lips to taste. I grab a chair and just look down at her and smile as we glow in the finale of a wonderful chance encounter... A Chance Encounter? Hi! This is somewhat different in style from earlier stuff - same underlying philosophy though. It ends rather abruptly primarily so that you can take the characters where you will. I have my own ending that I will post shortly. There is straight, oral, and, of course, anal sex. * Forty-ish I suppose, same age as me, sitting on her own. Unusual in a British pub on a Friday night. Very, very noticeable. Red hair worn in a slightly old-fashioned style, curly, shoulder length. Her face was, how to say this, big. No that's wrong, striking is a better word. Characterful - is that a word? Dark red lipstick, almost 'porn star' quality. That was it really - she had something of the appearance of an actress from those early films I'd seen in my youth. She was bloody attractive - difficult to take my eyes off her. She was certainly drawing attention. Two young lads made a move to her - saw them off in pretty smart style. Don't know what she said to them but they drifted away, tails between legs. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I'd come out for a drink to get out of my flat, first time for a while, trying to shake off the depression caused by the last letter from my solicitor. My ex - off to the States with her new man AND the kids. COW!! I didn't think I was that bad. It wasn't me over the side was it - bloody toe-rag, seducing her like that. I had no chance. He had it all, money, good looks, youth, the bloody lot. Nineteen years down the bloody pan! I just wanted to sit by the bar surrounded by people - try to get back to life I suppose. Hadn't thought about women for a good while, well I had but the thoughts hadn't been about sex! Felt pretty let down really. Christ, she was bloody attractive. Then she noticed me looking. Eyes met and I looked away, embarrassed. Hadn't done this for a long time - chat a woman up in a pub. Different 'rules' now. Couldn't not look though - shit she was lovely! Looked at her again and she was looking at me - hell. Shit, bugger - smile you idiot! So I smiled and, miracle of miracles, she smiled back. Took a deep breath, got up, and walked over. "Can I join you?" A nod, a smile. FUCK! "A drink, errr, can I get you a drink?" Hell, how long ago had I last done this! Big smile. WOW "Mmm, yes please. Gin and tonic, double, with ice and lemon. Thanks." Nice accent - posh. Well not quite, posher than me. A double - unusual but there you are! Off to the bar. Got the drinks, wine for me - never been a beer drinker and spirits: well not now! As I turned the two young guys moved in. "Pushy sod aren't you?" said one. "Yeah, pushy!" I wasn't in the mood! Pugnacious look, full height (6' 2"), "Piss off before you get into trouble!" and stared them down. Kids! Stand up to them and they back off (I hope!). They did - slunk away without a look. I looked at her, she was watching with ghost of a smile. I sat, gave her the drink. "Wine?", she said with a soft smile, "hardly the drink of a 'hard' man." "I'm not hard, just don't like being interrupted." She smiled again and nodded. She seemed - melancholy. We sat, we talked - about me mostly. I took her in. Probably around 35. OK, 40. So difficult to tell nowadays but she was a looker, that was certain. Quite a lot of make-up but well applied and accentuated her beauty. There seemed to be something familiar about her. Couldn't see her figure but if it was as good as her face and hair - wow! Then, as her drink diminished, "You live around here?" I did. "About 5 minutes," I said. "Let's go!" I must have looked shocked. Surely chatting up hadn't changed this much. "Show me where you live!" Who was picking up who? She stood, I stood and we left the pub. Nice evening, slow walk and she held on to my arm. Nice. Back to my flat. Stale, uninteresting. Hadn't really got round to making it into a home. Difficult. "My 'castle'," I said. She smiled and crossed the threshold. She was tall, well over average, I'd say about 5' 10" in her heels. Not slim - could see that under the coat. Followed her in and took coat. WOW. The rest of her was as good as her face. Not, repeat not, the skinny planks that women try to be today. Very shapely. The view from the rear as I showed her into the lounge, was bloody marvellous. Thank god for the Coke bottle! Gorgeous hips and an arse to die for. She turned. Shit, I didn't think I could take much more. Breasts full and shapely under her blouse. Slight rise of tummy dipping to the pleasure palace. She was Monroe, Loren, and Lolobrigida - a fantasy. FUCK!!! "Drink?" I managed. She smiled. "I didn't come here to drink," she said as she reached for me and pulled me close. Things had changed!! Her kiss was unpractised but passionate and, as she pulled away, "Bedroom, where's the bloody bedroom!" What's happening here?? No time to think - did I want to. Shit no. I knew exactly what I wanted to do! I took her hand, corridor, bedroom. Thankfully I had a double bed - didn't matter mind you. She grabbed me again, her kisses passionate. So were mine by now. Boy did she light my fire. I'd never met a woman like this - forward. My wife wasn't bad but this? No, nothing. Hands were fluttering at my shirt buttons, releasing them quickly then stripping my shirt off. Mine did the same to her blouse, ripping several - she didn't seem to mind. She was stroking my body, cooing, kissing my neck and shoulder. I did the same to her but I wanted those tits! They felt great pressed against my chest. Unclip bra and slip it off her shoulders - she helped then pulled my head down and thrust her tits in my face. "Suck, bite, oh you bastard, squeeze them." Ever the gentleman, I did and hard. She was grinding her hips into mine by now so she must have felt the hardness of my cock - bloody hard. Hands down her back grabbing the glorious cheeks of her arse - pulled her to me. "Oh fuck yes," she said breathlessly as she pulled away and sank to her knees. Hands found belt, then zip. Trousers down - I stepped out. My cock, 8 inches on a good day, was as hard as a rock and poking over the hem of my pants. "Oh my word," she said as she stripped them off and I stood to attention - cock anyway! "Oh that IS nice!" and her mouth found the head and sucked it inside. SHIT!! Never had a woman done that. Knelt at my feet and sucked my cock. Couldn't help it, just thrust forward and filled her mouth then started to fuck her face. She didn't mind but I had to stop, didn't want this to end too soon. She seemed to miss my cock in her mouth as she stood but now I knelt before her and loosed her skirt. She stepped out of it. Smell of arousal and see her wetness. It was too much! Reaching behind for her arse I pulled her panty covered cunt onto my mouth, bit and sucked. She screamed, surprise and pleasure mixed, as I tasted the flavour of her. I covered the whole of her mound and right between her legs, savouring the flavour of her pleasure. She shuddered and her legs gave way. She fell back on the bed. "Bastard," she said with a breathless smile, "bloody bastard. That was good. Now fuck me with that lovely cock of yours." This from a woman whose name I didn't even know! She reached up and pulled me down on top of her. Wriggled her wet knickers off - explored her cunt with my fingers. Wet? Hell, you could have launched a ship! Her legs opened , hand reached down grabbed my prick, guided the head into her wet pleasure palace. Heaven. Tight, but not. Slippery, but not. Hot, but not. I wanted more. Not much technique here, I just pushed. She was pushing as well so I was balls deep quickly. "OH fucking hell yes!" she moaned, "that IS A LOVELY COCK. Now fuck me with it - hard!" So I did. Long strokes, thighs bashing together making a slapping noise. A constant muttered, "Yes, yes, yes," before hands pulled my mouth to hers and she tried to devour me. A long shudder rocked her body as her tongue tested the depth of my mouth and her legs came up to grip me tightly. She was HOT! Fucked her hard now, deep, full, right inside. Head bent, sucked her tits. Wonderful nipples - hard. Moved her up the bed then came. SHIT, WOW, FUCK. Filled her with spunk - five, six pulses. It had been a long time. Didn't want to stop - stayed hard and kept going. Never happened before! She screamed as I came - good for her I suppose. Pulled me deep inside. Rolled off her and lay on my back - don't like to smother a woman. Deep breath - wow that was good. Calm. Phew - hadn't been like that for a bloody long time. No rest for the (very) wicked though. She was there, on me. "Fuck! That was bloody good. Do you practice?" She laughed - had a nice laugh. Sexy, rich, free. "No," I said, "been a while." "Oh! I suppose so. Nothing in between?" Fool! I'd unburdened myself to her. Divorce, kids, lover, States: the bloody lot. Because she listened. "No," She laughed as she looked down on me. "Bloody waste - that was fucking good." Language! Didn't know any women who talked like that. Bloody sexy. Plus she was playing with my cock and balls! "Not finished I hope?" I wasn't! "No," I smiled up at her as she bent and began to kiss my tits. First time for that as well! She stopped. "Bugger," she said, "need to get rid of this - it has been a long time hasn't it?" Off she tripped. "Where's the loo?" What a fucking body!!! "First left." "Don't go away!" She was gone. Time to take stock. Bugger it, why bother, this was FUN. Shit, what a woman! She was back - stood in the doorway - a goddess! Swayed across to the bed, knelt by me. God - her tits! Tummy! Big smile as my cock noticed her. "Better clean him up!" Head bent, mouth covered my cock, hands cupped balls. Not sure she'd done much of this. My ex was a good cocksucker - wouldn't take cum in her mouth though. Wonder if she did for him. Sod them - she may not have been experienced but she was enthusiastic. Head bobbing, tongue washing, she sucked me fully hard in moments. Withdrew and looked down. "Mmm, nice - your turn!" and lay back. Boy did I want my turn! Long look at her body - first time really. WOW. Tits firm, not good at size but looked good to me. Tummy - I like that not too flat. Leads nicely down to pussy - hers did. She was a natural redhead. Trimmed but not too much. Legs slightly open, she looked good enough to eat - I did but first her tits. Started by squeezing firmly, playing nipples, then kissed and bit. Like doing this - she like it as well. "OH yes play with my tits. Bite, suck - oh god!" She pulled my head down for a kiss then, "Ever fucked tits?" No I hadn't actually. Stunned, "Errrr, no!" "Never had them fucked either. Shall we try?" Well I certainly didn't mind trying to fuck these beauties. "Let's!" A voyage of discovery! Knelt over her body as her hands grabbed my cock then straight in her mouth. Lots of saliva - nearly came! Fuck! Pulled back quickly then down between to lovely mounds of flesh. "Hold them together. Oh shit, yes. Like that." Big smile, "You like that?" I managed a nod. "So do I!" Did it for a while then, "Shit, I've got to stop." If I didn't I'd cum and I hadn't eaten yet. She smiled - powerful, in charge - well she was. I didn't even know her bloody name! Mind you, she didn't know mine either! "Why?" Teasing with a smile. "I haven't eaten!" I said. Regain the initiative, I thought. She looked puzzled, "Eaten?" "Your cunt," I said. Raised eyebrows, surprise, then a smile, "Oh yes, eat my cunt for as long as you fucking like!" Language - never heard it like that from a woman - even ex. Bloody sexy though! I climbed off her and checked the menu. Legs slightly apart she looked delectable. Wet again - she seemed to get wet. Not that I minded. Bit down her stomach onto her hair covered mount then to her cunt. She moaned when I got there. Eased her legs further apart and climbed between. She had a smallish pussy which was probably very tidy but aroused, her lips were red and swollen. I covered as much as I could with my mouth, sucked, and tongued her as deep as I could. Luscious! The taste. Shit - when you're hot like this it's nectar - burns you up inside. She went off like a firecracker. Noise! Shouts, screams, moans. Couldn't hear what they were: legs gripped my head like a bloody vice. Seems she wasn't used to this! Finally she came down and let me go - wow! Still, time to bring her on again - regain control! I could see her clit now, standing proud. Quite large so I licked it then bit. She screamed - wasn't used to this either! I was crushed - never had a reaction like this. Hands held my head to her cunt, legs crushed, and hips pushed up. Breathe? Just! Bloody good fun. Took longer for her to come down - probably because I was still sucking her clit, but she did: finally. I wasn't finished here though. Seen her tight little anus. Enjoyed rimming my ex - she liked it as well. Only ever got one joint of a finger in there though. Never had anal sex. Seen it a lot on my DVD's. Something of a fantasy. Still, did enjoy rimming and, well, it was such a lovely arse! Lifted my head for air, phew. Looked down at her. I don't think I'd ever seen a woman so, hell I don't know, sensuous is the only word I can think of. She wasn't finished - far from it. Mind, I wasn't either - yet! I lifted her legs higher and tongued the skin between cunt and anus then hit the spot. It was tiny, a star with the faintest ring of muscle. She shivered, "Oh my fucking god. You'd do that. Oh fuck yes. Lick it, please!" She was pleading. I was delivering but I couldn't get there properly. "Turn over," I said gruffly as I lifted my head. She looked apprehensive. Needn't have worried. Never done anything to a woman that she didn't want doing to her - don't believe in it. Hadn't had that much experience though. Half a dozen girlfriends then marriage - cow. 19 years! Still, forget that - wow. "Why?" throatily. "So I can rim your arse!" Well she used the language, might as well. "Oh fuck yes. Never done that!" "Always a first time," I said with a look that indicated that other 'first times' might be in the offing. "Mmm, there is," and she turned as I moved away. Look, I'm not really an 'arse' man per se. I like all of a woman but, shit, she had an arse to die for and, from that day, I was an arse man. She conquered me! I said she wasn't a plank. Full, shapely figure. Wide hips, not so narrow waist but proportionate, the sweep of those hips, the curve. Nothing in nature equalled that shape. And the cheeks! How to describe them. Two footballs, no basketballs joining body to legs with the valley between hiding her arsehole. This doesn't do them justice but it's the best I can do. I was motionless at the sight before my eyes. My cock was so hard I think it would have broken had I knocked it! She opened her legs, then, "It's all yours!" I had to take a deep breath - control. For fuck's sake hold on! ALL MINE! "Open you legs, kneel." Another apprehensive look. I suppose I would fuck her arse if she asked me - she didn't. Well not then! Then she smiled, "Get to it then!" I did but first I played with those glorious globes. Squeezed, kneaded, stroked, even slapped gently. She liked that. Turned her head just a little, "Yes, do that. It's . . . oh fuck yes . . . It's nice." I slapped a little harder but I'm not into that sort of thing. Don't like inflicting hurt, pain so now kissed and licked the redness caused by my slaps. "Mmm, nice." She turned her head again, "Thank you," she said softly with a strange look. Something clicked inside - don't know what. Smiled back softly as well - wow. Returned to the task in hand. Gently now stroked her cheeks, one hand on each, an parted the valley between with thumbs. She eased her bottom back, enjoying the feeling I suppose. Time now. Bent head and licked. Enjoy this (why I don't know but I do). Back and forth along the sensual valley between the cheeks of her bottom. She shuddered (orgasm?) and sighed as my tongue touched her tiny ring. Focussed there now. Rimming. Round and round then prod gently with rolled tongue. Load moan and push back. Tip of my tongue enters - wow. This was too much now - had to fuck her, needed some release. Lifted my head and leant forward. "I need to fuck you now." A quiet whisper in her delicate ear. "Oh fuck yes. Yes I want that. Don't cum. Please don't cum there. I want it in my mouth - like the films. Taste it, swallow it. Haven't don't that. Please!" Well, it hadn't happened to me for a long time. First girlfriend swallowed - mainly because she liked being eaten and said I had to! None of the others did. "Fuck yes." I was rock hard now. Playing with her arse, thinking of cumming in her mouth, and fucking her all building a terrific tension. Didn't realise at the time how strange this all was. Still!! Knelt up behind her and pointed my cock at her pussy. Then had a thought. Just wiped the head up and down coating it with her juices mixed with pre-cum (lots). Now moved it up and knocked at her back door - gently. Knew a bit about anal, arsefucking. Could be dodgy if she wasn't ready so wasn't going to, just see how she reacted. "Oh god, no! No, I've never done that." I laid my cock in the groove and leant forward to whisper in her ear again, "Neither have I," I said softly, "but there is a first time for everything!" Deep sigh, "Oh god, yes. No, not now. Please! I need you inside me. Please!" This last was plaintive, almost begging. "Of course!" As we spoke I had been stroking my cock between the cheeks of her arse and I was ready to fuck her hard. Cock touched cunt and she pushed backwards - halfway in before I knew it. Did the other half straight away and fucked her. Long, deep strokes that ended with my thighs slapping her buttocks. Her vagina was as close to heaven as I had ever been. Nothing before even approached this feeling - why? She was moaning now, thrashing about, head down thrusting her arse back at me. Our timing was fantastic. Shudder after shudder rocked her body and her moaning turned into a keening wail. Bugger, I thought, hope the neighbours are out. The quiet. She spun round a frenzied attack on my cock. She made the porn stars look quiet and reserved! No technique, she just wanked and sucked, sucked and wanked. Didn't seem to mind the taste of herself. It didn't take long. I lost it a bit and fucked her face. Grabbed her head and held her there - nasty. Didn't like that bit but, shit, I came in torrents. She wasn't used to that either because she choked and gagged. I pulled out, still cumming, and shot strings across her face. She didn't mind, smiled, laughed, dribbled spunk. Christ, I hadn't seen a better cum shot on screen! She knelt up level and swallowing said, "Oh fuck, fuck. That's so bloody exciting." Then a big smile. I was dumbstruck - and knackered. I felt as if she'd sucked my soul out. "Nice taste. Mmm." That as she used her fingers to round up the spunk on her face and eat it. "Dous it ook ice?" she mumbled as she rolled the sticky mass round her mouth. Did it? "Fuck, it looks fabulous." "Ood!" A smile, a swallow and she was back sucking my softening cock. Shit that is strange. Managed to suck some more out. Knelt up and made to kiss me. Never tasted my own spunk before. Bollocks, she deserved a kiss and there's a first time for everything. Held her close and kissed her spunky lips - wasn't bad. Suddenly thought, this was our first 'real' kiss, not intensely passionate like earlier. Softer, passionate yes, but gentle. Her tongue pushed past my lips and met mine - exchanging spunk I suppose. I didn't mind, just enjoyed the feel of her skin next to mine, her nipples - still hard - pressing into my chest. She pulled away and I looked at her. She looked a bit bedraggled - I suppose I did as well. Sweat (sorry, she glowed - I was covered in sweat) and the remains of spunk covered her face and tits where it had dropped down. Her legs and my cock etc, were covered in her juices and now the smell of rutting filled the room. When you look back at it, sex is pretty unappetising isn't it. Lucky it doesn't seem like that at the time! A Chance Encounter? She was beautiful! Beautiful and sensuous. Sexy. Her eyes didn't seem to want to let go of me and they, sort of, captured me. Then, "Bugger, I need to clean up," she laughed, "you do to." I laughed back, "I don't know, you look gorgeous." With a tinkling laugh she kissed me, "Flatterer! You're only after one thing." I raised my eyebrows and gave her a lop-sided grin. She laughed even more. "Come on. Is your shower big enough for two?" "Only if we stand close together," I answered with a smile. "Oh yes, we'll do that!" God - she wasn't finished yet. Mind you, I wasn't either. Hadn't felt like this for a very long time indeed. Those eyes! Off to the bathroom, I followed her and watched her arse sway. She was tall, 5'9" in bare feet. Suited me, I like tall women. Her hips, wow, her hips! Would she? Deep breath. Climbed in the tiny shower and squeezed close - heaven. Somehow we managed to wash ourselves and, by the way, stiffen up my cock yet again. No woman had ever managed to get three out of me in less than an hour! She couldn't fail to notice my cock and, as we dried each other, she playfully stroked him to full size. "Mmm, nice," she said then fixed me with her eyes. "Have you done it?" "It?" "Earlier, you know, my . . . hell I shouldn't be embarrassed. Oh sod it, you licked my arse. Have you done it there? Fucked a woman in the arse?" "Not one whose name I didn't know," I said with a smile. She didn't swallow the bait. "Don't avoid the question!" she said with a sexy glance, "have you or haven't you?" No point in lying is there, "No," then hopefully, "always wanted to though!" I added with a big smile. The held her and kissed her, running my hand across that glorious arse. She pulled away, "Never done it either. Does it hurt?" I laughed out loud and she pouted - wow. "I've never been fucked in the arse either so I don't know!" She laughed. "I should hope not," then seriously, "I want to. I've seen it. Have you?" Time to 'fess up'. "Yes, I have. I've got a few DVD's. Where did you see it?" "Same." "Oh," I laughed, "you've got DVD's as well?" "No silly," laughing, "no. My . . .! Oh it doesn't matter. It looks easy?" she was apprehensive. Well, I suppose it would be. I wasn't apprehensive, just bloody excited! I knew, however, it wasn't that easy. I took her in my arms, god she was lovely, and kissed her. Her skin was soft against mine and the wonderful contours of her body seemed to fit so well. "I don't think it's that easy unless you're experienced - and prepared." I had a sudden thought. Incongruous! Discussing anal sex with this woman I'd only met an hour an a half ago. But she was bloody gorgeous and her arse - well. Her eyes met mine. "I see. I think I understand. OK, out you go!" Raised eyebrows, "I need to get ready don't I?" Then she looked down and grabbed my cock, "Keep that on ice!" I laughed, "Ice won't do THAT any good!" "No, suppose not. All right, keep it warm for me," then she added throatily, "for my arse!" FUCKING HELL! Then she shuffled me out of the bathroom. On the bed I had time to take stock - why bother! Was this real? I pinched myself a couple of times just to make sure. No, it wasn't a wet dream. Never, never had anything like this happened to me. Here I was, almost 40, divorced, probably carrying a pound or two too much weight, laying on my bed awaiting the arrival of a gorgeous woman who was insisting that I fuck her arse! Don't get me wrong. I'm not that bad. Still fairly fit, a 6' 2" frame carries my weight pretty well and I'm not that bad looking - apart from the broken nose reset wrongly when I was a kid. Girlfriends used to say it gave me the look of a 'hard man'. Not that I am - don't much like violence. Only use it as a last resort. Who the hell was she? All sorts of weird ideas crossed my mind. Was I in some fantasy? You know, she was a witch, vampire, or something. Didn't matter really, I was hooked now. Nothing on earth would have got me to leave my flat then. Although she was very, very . . . sexy, sexual, I suppose, she didn't seem very experienced, worldly. But she was lovely. I was getting tense now, not sexually tense - my cock had retreated by now - just nervous. Time to think I suppose. Hell, she might get pregnant! No, women nowadays only get pregnant when they want to - don't they? Perhaps she wanted to. Needed a man . . . you know. Stupid - if it was that she wasn't about to swallow your spunk was she? Or let you fuck her up the arse. With that thought she came back in the bedroom. Fucking hell she was lovely! She'd taken time to fix her hair and use some makeup. She must have nipped out and got her bag. Not much but, experienced sexually or not, she certainly knew how to use makeup to good effect. "God you're beautiful!" "Thank you kind sir," she said with a smile then twirled. "Nice?" Too much! I had to hold her. Crossed and wrapped her in my arms. "Very nice indeed," I whispered in her ear. Running my hands over her body I gloried in the softness of her skin, the eroticism of her curves. Stood back a bit and ran my hands down the side of her body, following the marvellous curve of her waist and hips. Her eyes, hooded, seem to burn into my body and light fires deep inside. We stood for a moment just looking at each other. God she was beautiful! Then to her knees and mouth round my cock. So quick I was surprised. Then delighted as she sucked half inside. Her tongue seemed to be enormous as it washed my cock in her mouth. One hand stroked my cock, the other held my balls. Fabulous. Fucked her face then. As I held her head firmly her eyes looked up into mine. They seemed on fire. I felt as if I could go on forever. Two cums had made me much less liable to go of 'half cocked'. I suppose I must have been quite brutal in fucking her face then. I could feel my cock hitting the back of her throat but she didn't seem to mind as she let go of cock and balls and reached behind for my arse to pull me to her. Then, oh god, then she swallowed my cock! I felt her nose nuzzling my pubes. God what a feeling! Pulling off she choked, "Oh fuck that is exciting." The animal in me was close just then. Looking down I could see her red face, saliva dribbling from her mouth. She looked so, oh I don't know the word, so absolutely given to pleasure that . . . Well I didn't have time to think because she swallowed me again. Then back, gasping for air. "Oh fucking hell," she said breathlessly. "Is that good?" I lifted her up, "Yes, bloody good but if you're not careful you won't get your arse fucked!" I said with a smile. "Ooohhh, must have that," she said playfully and dragging me to the bed. We fell about kissing, stroking and laughing. I ended up on my back and she ended up on top, sitting on me and rubbing her sex on my chest. She was bloody hot! She slid down my body until she trapped my cock between her legs pressing against her cunt. I could feel her heat on my cock as she bent and kissed me. I guessed what she wanted before she took me in her arse. "Go on," I said with a smile, "ride me!" A sexy smile, "Can I?" "For as long as I can manage," I pulled her mouth to mine, "but remember. Arsefucking!" "Mmm, I know," and she lifted slightly to allow my cock to find it's way into her delightful pussy. As she sank down on me she let out a long groan and a shudder rocked her body. I could feel the liquid of her cum flood my loins. Then she started to bounce, eyes wide, mouth open, obviously feeling intense pleasure. I've not know that many women but all of them have enjoyed this very much. She was no exception. After a while of 'bouncing' she leant forward and covered my mouth with hers, tongue pushing inside. Now she was moving back and forth, stimulating her clit I suppose, because, with another long sigh, she came again, finally whispering, "Oh fucking hell, that was good." I just smiled. "What now?" she said making to get off. "No, stay," I said with a smile, "just turn round." She looked puzzled then realised what I meant. "Why?" "So I can see that delightful arse of yours." I could see her mind working. She can't have been very experienced because she didn't seem to see what would happen. "All right," and she turned. God that was good! I think she enjoyed the different feeling of my cock in her cunt this way and she started to bounce again, leaning forward and exposing her arsehole. I don't think she did this on purpose but hell was it sexy! What a sight! I've said she wasn't small. Her hips were broad and her arse wasn't small but very, very shapely. Full, round, firm cheeks that were now parted to show the valley between. Time to begin! Reaching forward, I squeezed her cheeks, kneaded and stroked. They felt wonderful. She enjoyed it as well. Turn her head and smiling, "Oh good, good. That is nice. Harder!" It wasn't long before another shower of female juice flooded my cock and balls, brought on I suspect by my finger stroking her tight little anus. Now she was still. A little tense and I began to explore her arsehole. Look, I said I'd never had anal sex before and that's true. I had played about a bit there because my ex enjoyed having her arsehole teased. Now I just stroked my finger, wet with saliva of course, back and forth across that tiny star. She leant forward and relaxed. It was difficult to concentrate with my cock still buried in her pussy. It seemed alive - I suppose she must have been excited all the time. More saliva and she was nice and wet now. Time to probe! I circled her anus a few times the pushed gently at the muscle. "Time to open up," I said with a smile as she looked back in surprise. "I haven't done this before you know!" "I know - we'll take it slow. If you say I'll stop. OK?" "Mmm, go on then," and she opened her ring and pushed back slowly. My middle finger slid in to the first joint. "Ooooohhhhh, that feels . . . strange." My ex always enjoyed this - no further but she would cum just with my finger in her arse. Bet she took him there! Forget your bloody ex idiot! "OK?" I asked and started to finger fuck her arsehole. No deeper, just a gentle movement. "Mmm, nice. I like that. Oh yes, yes." A bit quicker now and just a bit deeper. She was beginning to move on my cock again obviously enjoying the feeling of cock in cunt and finger in arse. Her movements were taking my finger in deeper and, I must admit, now I was having trouble holding on. Still, needs must where the devil drives! I wanted my cock in her arsehole so I had to hold on. Now I began to fuck her arse deeper until, without a murmur from her, my finger was in as far as it would go. Two fingers, could she, would she? Well she wanted her arse fucked so . . . Took my finger out and coated it plus forefinger with saliva. Then realised I sucked my finger out of her arse. No taste? What had she done. Oh well, no problem. Back to her arse. Her tight anus. She'd looked back when I took my finger out, watched me suck the two fingers, so she knew what was coming. "OK?" "Mmm, try. Oh god this is so bloody exciting!" I'd go along with that! So now two fingers. She opened this time and the tips slipped inside. "Oh god, bloody hell." This as she moved back slightly, accepting the fingers to the first joint. "Oh my god. Oooohhhh!" Well! The ring of her anus was tight around my fingers. I couldn't help wondering how it would feel around my cock and had a sudden crisis. Hell, I hoped I could hold off until I finally fucked her arse properly! "OK? Shall I stop?" "Not on your bloody life," she said breathlessly. "Oh god that feels . . . funny. Big too." Then she turned her head and said, coyly would you believe, "I wonder if your cock will fit in there?" FUCK. Taking this for approval I pushed my fingers deep into her arsehole. She yelped then stilled - getting used to it I suppose. The view was exquisite and, I suppose I should have realised, I could feel my fingers on my cock still lodged deep in her cunt. Suddenly the picture of an intense DP filled my head and I had another crisis. What would that feel like? Moving now, fingers sliding back and forth as she fucked her cunt on my cock and her arse on my fingers. Another gush! Hell she was one hot little lady. Well, perhaps not little but bloody hot! It was becoming too much. I had to get my cock into that tight arsehole but I knew I had to be slow. I'd seen enough anal sex on film to know that a woman (or man I suppose but I hadn't seen any of that) can take quite a bit of cock up her arse but I supposed those girls were used to it. It seemed that they enjoyed it - don't know really - but were well lubricated. Of course I knew that you had to use some lubrication. All I could think of was some Vaseline. I supposed that would do. "I need to fuck that arse now - soon!" I managed to say breathlessly. I think she must have realised how close I was to orgasm because she quickly pulled off cock and fingers. She crawled up level. "That was bloody good you know. You're very good!" Thankful for a moments relief I smiled, "You're not so bad yourself!" That brought a sexy smile and a kiss. "Now," I said throatily, "do you want you're arse fucked." She smiled back, "I think I do. Your fingers felt good in there but . . .," she seemed apprehensive, "remember I've never, you know, had a hard cock in there." I really don't know whether she did this on purpose but her words just had the effect of exciting me even more. "Turn over and let me see that lovely arse!" She did. She was bloody gorgeous! "Kneel!" I couldn't wait long. Slowly and languidly she knelt up, head down, knees bent, bottom thrust back. She may not have been buggered before but she knew the position! Cock about to burst, I had to calm down a bit or I knew I'd never get inside her so started to stroke her cheeks and down the back of her legs. Bent forward and licked along the valley between from the back of her cunt to the small of her back. Up and down across her anus again and again. It was obviously having considerable effect on her because she was pushing her arse back at me trying to get my tongue inside her tight little hole. I obliged and felt the muscle loosen to allow me to coat just inside with saliva. Not enough though so now I reached for the Vaseline. She looked sideways then back and smiled. "Mmm, smooth it out!" Taking some on my finger I pushed against her arsehole. She opened and I coated her rectum. Two or three lots pushed as deep as my finger could go. She loved it! Moaning, "Oh yes, yes. Oh god I like that. What will it feel like?" I was fucking her arsehole with my finger again, spreading the Vaseline along the tight channel. I had to think of something else then. Wow this was difficult! Pretty soon she was slippery and now I put some on my cock. Leaning forward, laying my cock along that delicious valley, I whispered, "Ready?" "Oh yes I'm bloody ready. Fuck my arse now. Don't stop. Do it. I want it. Please!" This was almost too much! The tip of my cock found the slight indentation of her arsehole and I pushed forward. Didn't need to hold it - I was as hard as an iron bar. She opened and I lodged two of my eight inches inside her. She screamed, "Jesus fucking christ. Oh god. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shit that's big!" I had to stop absolutely still. I'd never felt anything like this before. So tight, so hot. Absolute heaven. Vaginas are heaven, this woman's arsehole was beyond heaven. I could feel every flex of rectum as she got used to the invasion. Then, "Don't you bloody stop," and she pushed backwards and took another three inches. "Owwww, oh bloody hell. SHIT. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" I looked down. My cock speared the upturned heart of her buttocks. I could see as well as feel the tight band of her anus clinging to my cock. Her rectum was so tight, so hot, and so heavenly. "Out a bit," she said breathlessly, "out a bit please." It was difficult but I did, pulled a couple of inches out. Watching my cock draw out of her arsehole was bloody erotic as well. Kept absolutely still - leant forward. "OK? Shall I stop?" "Oh no. No don't stop. Push back now. I can deal with it." So I did, all, deep inside her. I couldn't help myself. I'd lost it now. Lost control to the total eroticism of the moment. All I wanted to do was fill this woman with my cock, then my spunk. She screamed again, what I don't know. I wasn't really in any state to hear. I think she made to pull away but she couldn't because, by now, I had grasped her hips and was holding her tightly to me. Luckily I felt the need to stop just now - I was so close and I wanted to last long enough to actually fuck her arse. This must have given her time to adjust to the feeling because she didn't tell me to stop when I finally began to fuck her arse properly. She was slippery, made so by the Vaseline, and my cock moved easily in the hot tightness of her rectum. It's was so intensely erotic to look down and see my cock driving in and out of her arsehole, pulling the muscle of her anus out then back. I could see the muscles of her lower back fluttering and I noticed her hand down between her legs. She was moving with me now. Apparently enjoying the feeling of a cock in her arse. I think we were both crying out by now, I don't remember. Just the final thrust that buried my cock so deep in her arse that I drove her up the bed. Then I came - boy did I cum. It felt as though my balls had exploded. Spunk seemed to shoot out of my cock like tiny bullets. How many pulses I don't know. I threw my head back and made some primal sound as I held her on my cock and filled her arsehole with spunk. She screamed as well, what I don't know, but it was pretty loud! I'd lost all sense of being just then. I didn't want to stop this. I wanted to go on fucking her arse forever. I held her tightly to me as my cock softened. What a feeling! I let go of her finally and she fell forward on the bed. Now I came 'back'. Christ! Had I hurt her. She looked spent lying there face down on the bed. Bloody gorgeous mind you. Her legs were apart and I could see the open redness of her anus. I lay beside her. "I'm sorry," I said softly, "I got carried away." She turned her head and smiled, "Mmm, so did I." "Did I hurt you?" I was intensely worried just at that moment. I don't think I'd ever got so carried away. I hadn't spared a thought for her. I felt selfish and a bit disgusted with myself. "A bit . . .," I made to interrupt,". . . at first but then . . . Mmm, it was good. You're bloody big though!" She laughed, "I feel stretched." "God it was bloody marvellous," I said. "I don't think I've ever had sex feel like that before." "Mmm, it was good though wasn't it. I think we ought to do it again don't you?" Again. Well I wanted to but she'd have to wait a while. I laughed, "Oh yes, we should do that again but . . .," I looked down. "Oh dear, have to wait a while then and she bent down and took my soft cock in her mouth. Where it had been didn't seem to worry her. God she was bloody gorgeous but I had to stop her. You blokes will know how sensitive your cock becomes in situations like this - well I hope you do! "You'll have to stop love," I said - still didn't know her name. She took pity on me and let go. We lay together. What would happen now, I thought. Will she go. Well, just ask. Talk. "Will you go home?" Now she looked apprehensive, frightened almost. "Can I stay," she asked eagerly then added a sexy smile, almost as an afterthought, "we've got lots to try!" Deep breath, "Hell, of course you can stay. Stay for as long as you like!" She did! She stayed for the whole weekend. She seemed insatiable. We watched the movies together then we did them. Things I'd never imagined doing with a woman. If the girl took it in her arse, she wanted to, and in the same position. On top, cowgirl, reverse, pile-driver. You name it I fucked her cunt and her arse in every way I'd ever imagined and then some. She deep-throated, she swallowed cum. Everything that you could imagine. It was as if she was trying to expand her experience - for what reason I didn't know. A Chance Encounter? And the strangest thing. She didn't tell me her name nor ask me mine! We lived on what I had in the flat, tins, frozen stuff. She wasn't a bad cook, when she took the time that is. Most of the time she was trying to get me to screw her in one way or another. I lost count of my orgasms. Hers, well god knows. By the time we went to bed on Sunday night I was fucked - well she was fucked, I was knackered. She was different as well, sad, melancholy. Kissed me a lot, stroked, petted. Didn't realise the significance until the next day. The alarm woke me. Work called. How the fuck I was going to manage I didn't know. I felt like a hollow shell and my cock and balls actually hurt! She'd sucked me dry. I heard the paper come through the door so struggled out of bed, picked it up, and into the kitchen. She was still asleep, at least I thought she was. Sleepily put on some coffee, stuck some bread in the toaster - very stale bread - then sat at the table and glanced at the paper. SHIT!!! It was her. Her picture staring out at me. Not a very good one but her nonetheless. Caught the headline, "Wife of financier sought after murder". Very deep breath, deeeeeep! I read quickly. Seems her husband had been found on the kitchen floor with a filleting knife sticking out of his chest. Just one stab wound. Trousers half undone. I sat back to think. Strange, I wasn't worried. Too late anyway. It didn't seem like her. Mind you, the papers never get it right do they. "You know then!" I turned to see her standing in the doorway. She was looking at the paper. "Is it true?" Again, the answer didn't bother me. I stood and faced her. "Yes." Sad. "I killed him. Oh . . . I am so sorry." "You must have had a reason?" "Oh no, I'm not really sorry about that. Well of course I am." she added sadly, "I meant that I'm sorry for using you." "Using me?" She reached up and stroked my cheek. She was so sad, defeated. "After," she nodded at the paper, "I just sat. I was stunned. Then I realised I would go to prison. Prison for a long time. Oh dear, I am so sorry." I still didn't understand. "I went out to find a man. A nice, kind man, who would make love to me. I found you!" I swallowed. "I wanted to take some memories into prison with me. Good memories." She smiled, "Very good memories, and you gave them to me but it wasn't fair. I should have told you." Do you know, I didn't care. I reached out and held her. "It's all right," I whispered, "it was great, wonderful. I've never experienced anything like it." "Good," she said softly, "Now. I'd better go. They will be searching for me." I didn't want that. Just then I didn't know why but I wanted to protect her, cosset her, shield her from harm. If she killed him she must have had a reason - that was good enough for me. "No," she said pulling away, "I must go. It's not fair." "Look, just sit and have a coffee. I'll pop out and get some food and things and we can talk. Another couple of hours won't matter. Please!" What was going on here, inside me? She reluctantly agreed and sat whilst I poured a coffee. I left her sitting at the kitchen table. I should have known really. She wasn't there when I got back. I sat, read and re-read the article in the paper. I wanted her, wanted her badly - and not just for the sex. There had been more, I was sure. Hadn't there? Fool, I thought, bloody fool. You're on the rebound. Down, sad, lonely. You're just some guy she chanced upon. Could've been anyone. Don't kid yourself. Just a chance meeting? * Now - all you readers - you know me too well. I don't end it here because I like happy endings. Too much sadness in the world already to add to it with fiction. So, if you're happy to finish here please do so. Take the characters where you will! If you want to find out the end I envisage then read Part 2. As always, please vote and comment. A Chance Encounter We met on a beach in Malaysia, two travellers from different countries drawn together by the sun, the ocean and the sandy beach. Lying on our bamboo mats we share our thoughts, dreams and experiences; both of us realize the connection we are sharing is magical, so intense and so sensual. I take a break from the sun and lie down in one of the many hammocks under the palm trees, taking sheltered from the late afternoon sun. I close my eyes dreaming of you and wondering if we can spend some time together later tonight, hopefully in my bed. I feel a hand on my shoulder and there you are looking down at me as I slowly rock on the hammock. I look into your eyes and I am mesmerized, reaching out I pull you to me, your body on top of mine. I love that you are following the customs here and your bare breasts are caressing my chest. Our eyes are locked together and my hand is caressing your face, memorizing every detail. Softly I whisper to you all the things I am going to do to you when we are alone later. You smile and your eyes reach so deep into me I can feel it in my soul. My hands slide down your back and I gently massage you, trying to draw you into me, to become part of me. My hands travel lower now and I am now holding both of your ass cheeks exposed by the thong you are wearing; such a sexy ass, so soft, so tender, so full, so kissable. My cock has grown and is straining for release and you reach between us and free me from my shorts. My eyes grow in surprise as your hands are gently squeezing and releasing, you shift a bit and all of a sudden your thong has been pushed to one side and my cock is inside your moist pussy. I look around to see if we have been noticed but the dozens of tourists on the beach are looking towards the ocean and sun tanning on mats. We are locked in our rhythm, my cock sliding in and out of your pussy, oblivious to all around us and yet so excited to be having sex in a public place; so forbidden, yet so erotic. I want to change positions and be on top, to drive my cock deeply into your pussy, but the hammock is too unstable and I can't bear to take my cock out of you. You are squeezing your pussy in time to your sucking of my tongue, I feel like my whole body is being consumed by you. I surrender myself to you, allowing you to set the pace, stopping and starting when you decide. Sometimes we are just lying joined together for minutes, neither of us moving, neither of us wanting it to end; and then you start teasing me again. A couple walks by and we hear her say to her husband/boyfriend why don't you hold me like that. If only they knew how we are holding each other, how we are embraced, how good it feels to have my cock all the way in your beautiful pussy. I whisper to you I am going to tell them what we are doing, and for a second you think I am serious; the look on your face was so worth the tease. Then it is your turn to tease me as you slowly clench down on my cock, so hard I can't believe it is your pussy and not your mouth, over and over again, until my will power is gone. Just when I am cumming I see in your eyes and by the moans coming from your tightened lips we have climaxed together; as if we had rehearsed this a thousand times. My cum is filling you up and I can't stop cumming, shot after shot, deeper than you have every felt, the warmth of my cum heating you up from the inside out. You reach down with your fingers between your legs scooping up my cum and your juices, sucking on your fingers, enjoying the taste of our combined love. Once more you reach down and this time you offer it to me. I taste us, we taste good. Satisfied we lie in each other's arms, your cheek against my chest, my hand massaging your back in gentle circles as you make the sounds of a satisfied woman. The ocean noises lulling us until we both fall asleep, my cock still buried inside your pussy, waiting until we awake to make love again; this time in the moonlight. A Chance Encounter DISCLAIMER All characters contained within are entirely fictional; any similarity to any real or fictional person living or deceased is totally unintentional. Do not read this story if you do not enjoy reading about consensual sexual activities of an exhibitionist nature. Otherwise read on...... CHAPTER 1 It's funny how life can throw a spanner in the works just when you're least expecting it. Just by making one small decision and a chance encounter my whole life has changed course irrevocably..... My tale starts in St. Ives on the north Cornwall coast one hot sunny Saturday afternoon early last summer (June to be precise). This place has been my second home for the last couple of years, ever since my sister Mel (or Melanie when I want to annoy her) split up with her husband leaving her to bring up three kids (Emma 13, Cayden 10 and Laura 9) by herself. I live and work in Truro but then most weekends drive down to St. Ives and stay with Mel at the weekend doing all the things that she needs a man to do around the house. This isn't a situation I would have chosen but as the saying goes, shit happens and there's no way I could bear the thought of her struggling all alone when I'm free, single and have plenty of spare time on my hands. Not when I consider all of the support she has given me over the years, but that is a story for telling another time. I sat outside my favourite cafe on the harbour front, with a cup of coffee in front of me and people-watched (always a favourite past time of mine). In that moment I felt complete what with the sun beating down on me, the sound of people going about their business and the raucous cries of the sea gulls, just like I always did whenever I was by the seaside. I slowly sipped my way through my coffee willing the afternoon to last forever knowing that when I left my spot I would be going back to Mel's to continue painting the garage doors. I had intended on having just the one cup but when the cute young waiter stuck his head round the door and asked if I would like another with a cheeky grin I couldn't resist in agreeing to another cup of coffee, all the while undressing him in my mind! And that was the first of the small decisions which started the chain of events. While I was drinking the second coffee I grew bored of people watching and paid more attention to the activity in the harbour, by now the tide was in and boats were now able to enter once more. Something about the yacht caught my eye, at the time I couldn't say what it was but it kept drawing me back each time I looked away. Unable to bear it any longer I left my unfinished drink behind and made my way down to the harbour's quay in an attempt to discover what it was that was attracting me so strongly. I casually leant against the harbour wall and watched passengers disembark from a local fishing boat all the while discretely surveying the yacht. Closer now I realised what had caught my eye, the yacht some twenty feet long had seen better days, the sails looked new but the paintwork was faded and peeling while the woodwork clearly hadn't seen varnish for many years. I could just make out the yacht's name "Pride of Lelant". My feet had a life of their own and before I knew it I was crouching down beside the boat studying it's disrepair in closer detail. On reflection this perhaps wasn't the politest or most discreet course of action as I hadn't waited for the owner to disembark. Sure enough I was caught slap bang in the middle of my studies by a gruff "Can I help you?" I looked up sharply in response to the voice, straight into his big brown eyes. Time stood still. Eventually I dragged my gaze away and I studied the rest of his face. Windswept chestnut hair framed his handsome masculine face accentuated by a thick but short cropped goatee beard. "Well?" He asked with an expression displaying both amusement and impatience. Shaking my head to bring me back to my senses I stammered "N-n-no, I don't think so not really. I was just admiring your yacht. Sorry if I've caused you any concern." He cocked his head studying me closely then clapped his hands, burst out laughing and exclaimed "Well I never, as I live and breathe. You're the last person I expected to bump into this part of the country! God, how many years has it been since we last saw each other?" He paused before continuing "You don't remember me do you?" At a loss by his outburst I simply shook my head while I frantically searched my memory banks for his face to no avail. Still grinning he said "I remember now, the last time we saw each other would have been July 1997 in the main hall at school when we collected our GCSE A-Level results. We then went our separate ways both hoping to go to University. Does it ring any bells yet?" "Umm. Sorry no. Are you sure you know me? What school are you talking about?" I replied, still confused. "Absolutely. You are Luke Farando, the school we went to was Stoneleigh Comprehensive in Reading and we were in the same class for Maths and Chemistry. Do you need any more clues?" The proverbial light bulb lit above my head and the connection was made. With a theatrical groan, I smacked my forehead with the palm of my hand. "Duh! Of course..... You're Gary Huggwell. How could I forget you? We used to be good mates at school but we lost contact when we went to University. I feel awful now; I should have made more effort to keep in contact." The last statement was said in all sincerity considering the fact that he had gone from spotty geek to handsome god. "Oh, don't worry yourself." He smiled in response "I could have made more effort too but you know what it's like.... hey, what are we doing yakking like this. We need to catch up properly. What are you doing tonight? How about going for a bite to eat and a pint?" "I'm sorry I can't tonight, I've really got to go back to my sister's house and continue with the painting I'm half way through. But if you're free tomorrow I'm definitely up for it." I replied hoping that I hadn't blown it. "No that's cool. I will have to do some work tomorrow on the old girl here" he said patting the yacht's handrail "and take her out for a spin. Why not join me, I'll show you that she's not as rough as she looks and we can take a trip up the coast and stop for a bite to eat." Trying to disguise the obvious relief in my voice I agreed to his proposition and arranged to meet him on the quay the following morning. Walking back to Mel's house I had a definite spring in my step and as I painted the garage door I laughed and joked with Cayden who was doing his best to help me. More than once Mel gave me an odd look from the kitchen window but kept her thoughts to herself. Over dinner I casually mentioned the events of the afternoon and that I would be out most of the day tomorrow, I tried to keep my voice as casual as possible but I had the distinct impression that Mel saw through my act. With a twinkle in her eye she asked who I was meeting, I replied that it was just an old school friend and that I'd tell her all about it tomorrow evening. I then swiftly changed the subject. CHAPTER 2 Sunday morning was as bright and sunny as the previous day so I dressed accordingly in shorts, T-shirt, hoody and trainers and positively bounced down to the harbour quay as agreed. Already waiting for me was Gary and his shabby yacht, on my approach he put down the paper that he had been reading and smiled warmly. "Morning Luke, did you have a productive and enjoyable afternoon?" he enquired. "Climb on board." I did as I was bid and sat down next to him before responding with "Yeah, I guess I did. Well productive in the fact that I completed painting the garage doors as promised, but enjoyable? No, not when compared to messing around on the water! Just out of curiosity, you mentioned that you were going to be doing some work on the boat but I see no tools, have you changed your mind?" "On no, I'm only here to pick you up before I take you back to my usual mooring spot where we will be working this morning. Stopping at the quayside is strictly time limited; I was only here yesterday to pay my licence fees to the harbour master. It was purely by chance that I was here at all, I normally avoid the town at weekends as it's simply too busy for me." Gary informed me as he untied the yacht, started the engine and manoeuvred the boat out of the harbour and into the bay before heading inland up the estuary. We didn't speak much during the journey as Gary seemed in a world of his own and I was happy to watch the views of the estuary and the banks glide serenely past. Occasionally I would glance over at him, catching my breath as I did so; the sea breeze blew his hair back forming a burnished copper mane and as he unconsciously thrust his chin forward I could not help but be reminded of a ship's figurehead I had once seen in a maritime museum. At one point he caught my stare, looked over at me and winked before returning his attention to steering the boat. I guess it must have taken nearly three quarters of an hour to reach our destination; all the way we had been fighting against the receding tide as well as the river current. Gary brought the yacht up gently to the jetty with only the gentlest of bumps before jumping out and tying it up securely, then inviting me to join him on the jetty. Standing there I immediately realised that this had to be a private mooring as it led directly to a gravel path meandering through an immaculately kept garden. At the end of the path stood to a large turn of the century house, again in immaculate condition. Whoever lived here put a lot of time and effort into its upkeep. I'd say it must have at least five bedrooms. I whistled my appreciation and expressed my thoughts to Gary. He nodded and confirmed that I was close, it had originally had six bedrooms but three had been converted to create a small apartment which he rents from the property owner. He offered to show me the apartment later if I was interested. I confirmed that I would love to see it but first I was dying to see the inside of the yacht and what work he had done on the boat so far. Nodding his agreement he stepped back on board the boat and gave me an informative guide around it. He had apparently bought it a couple of years ago for a nominal sum of money from the owners of the house because it was in such poor condition. In fact originally it didn't even float! But slowly and surely with help from friends and contacts in the local community he had returned it back to being structurally sound. All that remained to be done was the cosmetic work like repainting the hull and interior along with varnishing all of the original woodwork. I was very impressed and said as much considering how much work was involved, even if he had had help. Gary clapped me on the shoulder delighted and thanking me, saying that it meant a lot to him. Most of his friends laugh at him having decided that he's become obsessed with his hobby and forgetting just how much money and effort has been invested in the boat. Suddenly he appeared a little uncomfortable and to change the subject he ducked down inside the cabin before returning with sandpaper, brushes and a can of varnish. Having been given instructions on how to correctly sand the hand rails I set about the task I had been given. It was hot work under the cloudless summer sky and I quickly shucked my hoody and T-shirt but still the sweat dripped from me, the only relief I had was from a faint breeze which had all but died since our mooring the boat. "Hey dude! You must work out to get guns like that, I'm so jealous!" Gary announced abruptly making me jump. Standing up I turned around and replied "Uh thanks, um yes I do a little gym work I must admit. I do it partly because I find it therapeutic after a stressful day at work and partly to lose the excess weight that I normally carry. But you're right it does have the added advantage of buffing up my body somewhat." I said looking down my body with a mixture of pride and embarrassment. Then deciding to be a little playful I flexed my guns and asked if he would like to feel them. To my surprise without a word he stepped up to me and explored not only my biceps but also the muscles of my chest and abdomen. He did it with confidence as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do, evidently satisfied with what he found he stepped back shaking his head. "Jeez man, I sure wish I had a body like yours. No matter how hard I work out I just don't fill out one little bit, it's so frustrating. See have a look." He said before stripping off his own T-shirt revealing a slim but toned torso, sun tanned with just a smattering of hair across his chest which shone coppery in the bright sunlight. Trailing a hand across his torso I agreed that whilst he might not be as bulked up like myself but his muscles were just as hard and pleasing to my eyes at least. Then I decided to chance my luck by adding that I bet the rest of his body was just as slim but equally toned with the slightest of smiles on my face. Instantly catching my drift and with a wink he assured me that I if I wanted to check for myself then I would have the opportunity later this afternoon but for now there was still another hour's work to be done before stopping for lunch while waiting for the tide to turn. What a slave driver! I thought but as I had volunteered to work what could I say? Nothing of course. So with a mock salute I returned to the task at hand and did my best to get as much done as possible. Having got so focused on the sanding I lost all track of time and before I knew it I heard a female voice announcing that it was time for a break and lunch was served. Looking up I saw a mature but elegant looking lady, perhaps in her late fifties and what I would call one of the twin set and pearls brigade but very likeable all the same. Gary introduced me to her announcing that I used to be his best friend at school and that we have only just been reunited etc. Frances (the lady) clapped her hands enthusiastically and became all girlish before with a giggle announced that she had thought of the new name for Gary's yacht which would be very apt – 'Reunion'. There was a moment's silence as we thought about her suggestion before we both nodded and agreed it was very suitable indeed. The decision was made so from now on the yacht would be called Reunion and her name would be painted onto the hull once the new name had been registered. We spent the next couple of hours eating the lunch she had kindly provided and chatting about what Gary and I had been like as kids, the escapades we had got up to until we parted company when we went to university. Finally Gary stood up announcing that the tide was in and that it was time to put the old lady through her paces on the open sea. So we quickly packed away the impromptu picnic, thanked Frances for the food and made our way back to the yacht. Our journey back to the estuary and then the open sea was quicker as the tide and current was with us and within half an hour we were sailing past the headland beyond St. Ives. As I was a complete novice to sailing Gary told me to sit back and enjoy the ride this time, next time I would be expected to help him. I did as I was told and sat on the seat next to the steering wheel and took in as much of the experience as possible. The way the boat sliced through the waves, the way the sea sprayed across us every time we hit a wave, the way the sun glinted off the water and most of all the joyful expression on Gary's face as he set a course only known to him. We broadly followed the coastline, just keeping it in view and seemed to have been going for miles and miles but on reflection I suspect it wasn't all that far. We rounded one more headland and came across a secluded cove well off the beaten track. According to Gary there was no access to the cove by land, it could only be reached by boat and he suspected even then not many knew of its existence. We sailed into the cove until we were about thirty feet from the shoreline when Gary dropped anchor announcing that we had arrived. He stood up and quite casually pulled his T-shirt over his head; folded it and putting it on his seat before bending down and removing his trainers and socks. Standing upright again he gave me a cheeky grin before taking hold of his shorts waistband and pushing them sharply down to his ankles before stepping out of them. I held my breath as he was now only standing in his underpants and his slim brown body was a sight to behold, nowhere could I see the trace of a tan line and said as such having licked my lips several times. Looking me straight in the eye and not breaking my gaze he simply pushed his pants down, stepped out of them before unconsciously releasing his cock and balls from their confinement. Holding his arms out straight he slowly spun round until he faced me again and asked "So what do you think?" So what exactly did he mean by that? Was he referring to his body? His tan line? His tackle? The boat? The Cove? Or what? Playing for time I asked him to rotate once more, this time I took time to study him from head to toe as he did so. He didn't have a trace of a tan line anywhere that I could see. His whole body was fit, trim with no trace of fat and as for his bum.... mmm it was so small and pert I just wanted to grab it in both hands! Then as he faced me once more I noticed his cock had swelled a little and showed considerable promise when fully grown. Gary looked down at me slightly impatiently and asked "Well?" with hands on hips. "Very nice indeed." Was all I could think of to say. "What is?" Gary asked with one eyebrow raised. "Everything, it's all so perfect." "You're impossible. You haven't changed one little bit after all these years! You never would give a straight answer to anything. Come on, I'm going for a swim, are you joining me or staying on the boat?" With that he climbed up onto the walk way and gracefully dived into the sea surfacing some ten feet away. In for a penny in for a pound I thought, so I quickly shucked my clothes too and dive bombed into the sea creating an all mighty splash on landing. Sheez the water's cold was my initial reaction as my bum hit the water and then I was fully immersed in the cold stuff. As I surfaced I took a deep breath and tried to control my shivering, to no avail as Gary had already spotted my reaction. "Come on you softy, race you to the beach!" he called out and promptly started swimming off doing a fast crawl. I was no match for him, I never was a fast swimmer, doing the breast stroke or doggy paddle is about my limit. By the time I was halfway to shore he was already sitting on the dry sand shaking the water out of his hair and allowing the sun to dry his body naturally. I took my time swimming the remaining distance as from my vantage point I was getting an excellent eyeful of his tackle hanging relaxed between his thighs. Despite myself I was getting aroused at the thought of kneeling down between his legs and sucking on his salty cock, by the time I stepped out of the water and over to where Gary sat I was sporting a fully fledged hard on. I made no attempt to hide it, there was very little point as he had already seen it and had raised his eyebrows. Plonking myself down beside him I asked "Does this bother you?" pointing at my erection. "Good god no, of course it doesn't! After all it's not the first time I've seen you naked, remember all the communal showers we had at school after the games lessons? It's just that you're a lot bigger than I seem to remember in more ways than one." Gary answered making a point of looking me in the eye. Gathering my thoughts together I broke contact and studied the views all around me; the surf breaking gently on the shore below us, small white clouds dotting the sky, the sun shining brilliantly overhead, the seagulls riding the updrafts from the beach and over the vertical cliffs behind us. Before I spoke I leant backwards supporting myself on my elbows and stretched my legs out in front, wiggling my toes as I did so. A Chance Encounter Looking into his eyes again I almost lost my train of thought, but managed to hold onto it by a thread before asking "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure, fire away. Ask anything you like" he responded. "Are you glad our paths have crossed again?" "More than you can imagine. It wasn't until you left to do your decorating job that I realised how pleased I was to have seen you again and how much I had missed you since we went our separate ways. It was made worse by the fact that we had only been talking for some fifteen minutes before you left again. I wasn't even sure if you would turn up this morning." He said with a slightly sad expression on his face. Seeing the sadness in his face I could not help but reach out and caress his shoulder with my hand before asking "Why the sad face? The weather is fantastic, we're having fun – or at least I am, there's no one to bother us and we have all the time in the world to get to know one another again haven't we?" I left my hand on his shoulder a second longer than necessary before giving it a gentle squeeze and relinquishing my grip. I smiled encouragingly at him as I lay back down again on the warm sand. He shifted his position so that he faced me but was looking down at the sand and spent a minute or two doodling patterns in it, clearly lost in thought. Finally he looked over at me, opened his mouth then closed it, before deciding to go ahead with what he wanted to say. "It's my turn to ask you a question. All I ask is that you're absolutely honest with me." "Mmm sounds serious." I replied. "Of course I will be honest with you, what's the question?" "When we were at school, did you know that I fancied you like mad? I tried every way I could think of to get you to open up enough to know if the feeling was mutual. But no matter what I did you seemed totally oblivious to all of my hints and innuendos, it was maddening! I left school still not knowing if you were gay or straight and if you would ever see me as anything more than a school friend. Now we've met up again I realise those feelings have never gone away." I lay there stunned by Gary's admission and I had to think for a minute or two on how to phrase my answer without hurting his feelings. "Gary, you asked me to be totally honest and I will be. The plain truth is that I really was unaware of your feelings for me; all I can remember is that we were the best of mates and that neither of us had girlfriends but that never bothered me because we were always classed as nerdy geeks that girls would never look at anyway. I was very insecure as a teenager, I hated my looks and pudgy body so it never occurred to me that anyone would ever fancy me let alone my best mate. It wasn't until I was half way through university that I discovered that I had a sex drive after all and as my body matured it would be found attractive by others. Initially I tried to conform and dated a few girls but it never amounted to much, then after a very drunken party I discovered the joy of man to man sex and I've never looked back!" "Thanks for putting my mind at rest." He replied, still thoughtful looking. "Can I ask you another question?" "Go on." "Now I've gone and blurted out how I feel about you, I need to know is there any chance that you might one day have similar feelings for me too?" he asked. All the time he had been looking at me with those puppy dog eyes that simply made me melt, my heart ached to heal his deep rooted anxiety. I chose not to answer straight away, instead I reached up and took hold of his shoulders and gently pulled him down on top of me holding him in a tight embrace. Then with one hand I guided his face towards mine before I kissed him gently on the lips. He froze for a moment before returning the kiss, then as if an emotional dam had burst our kisses became more passionate. Our tongues explored each other's mouth almost savagely and breathing became more laboured, before long we were nibbling and biting each other's necks and shoulders all the time grinding our rock hard erections together as they lay trapped between us. Coming up for air I pushed him off me and asked "Does that answer your question?" "I guess so" Gary replied with a grin. "I hate to spoil the moment but unlike you I am not used to all over sunbathing and I can feel myself burning already. Perhaps next time we do this I should be a little more prepared and bring the sun cream with me, I could also do with a drink, all this heat and talking is giving me a thirst!" I said standing up and brushing the sand off my body as best I could. Laughing loudly, perhaps as a release valve from the emotional scene just now, Gary said "What an idiot I am! I should have thought about that. I have both sun cream and bottles of water on board so let's retire to Reunion for a while so we can rectify the situation." Taking me by the hand he dragged me into the sea not letting go until it was deep enough for us to swim without hitting the bottom. Abruptly he dived beneath the waves and I wondered where he had disappeared to, until that is I felt my now flaccid cock being enveloped in something hot. Looking down I could just make out the shape of his dark head attached to me at the waist and then I felt his arms wrap round my waist. My cock quickly sprang to attention but all too soon he had to surface for air, gasping from holding his breath for so long, he finally got his breath back and asked me if he liked his party trick. "It was impressive but really didn't last long enough, perhaps with practice......" I trailed off as I began to swim back to the yacht. This time I arrived first, which was perhaps a bit of a tactical mistake as Gary was treated to the view of me struggling inelegantly to climb on board. Finally after a lot of splashing and grunting I flopped over the side landing on the floor in a heap. I could hear chuckling behind me and then within a couple of seconds he was standing next to me showering me with cold water droplets. "I'll show you the correct technique for climbing on board; it's a lot easier when you know how." He said with just a trace of mirth in his voice. "Let's get you rehydrated and then slap on some sun cream on that hot bod of yours!" I was only too keen to do the latter as I could feel my skin getting hot and prickly and even in the bright sunlight I could see that it was going pink. My fair skin just wasn't used to this much exposure in one go without any protection. I followed Gary inside, first into the kitchenette where he retrieved two bottles of cold water from the fridge and then into the living area where the sun cream was sitting on the side. Feeling a little claustrophobic I suggested we went back outside where at least the sea breeze would be cooling to my skin. I stood close to him savouring both the thirst quenching water and the heady fragrance of his sun ripened skin all the while making small talk about his colour scheme plans for the interior of the yacht. As I downed the last of the water Gary reached for the sun cream, squeezed a large quantity of it into his hand and then applied it all over my body. I stood there with arms outstretched whilst literally every inch of me was coated in the greasy fluid. Despite myself I became aroused as his hands expertly smoothed the cream into my thighs and crutch. By the time his hands massaged my balls I was so hard I could explode there and then. I couldn't remember the last time I had been touched in such an erotic manner. Looking up from his kneeling position he asked "Can I?" then licked his lips and looked at my erection. Yes! Yes! Yes! I thought to myself, however I answered a little more casually with a simple "Be my guest" but grinning broadly. Needing no second telling he took hold of my hips pulling me closer to him before gently kissing my cockhead and then licking it like it was a giant lollipop. When satisfied my cock was sufficiently lubricated he slowly and smoothly swallowed me until his lips were brushing my balls. The feeling of being fully enveloped in his hot wet mouth was heavenly! My hands found their way to his head and my fingers entwined themselves in his hair taking a firm hold before beginning to slow fuck his mouth. Gary put up no resistance, in fact it seemed to spur him on, with one hand he massaged my balls and with the other he reached underneath me tracing the crack between my cheeks until he found my heiny hole. As his index finger teased and tickled it my cheeks clenched and released in response, all the time I continued to thrust in and out. His tactics were effective because before I knew it I felt his finger sliding up inside me until he found my prostate and began stroking it gently. The sensations I was experiencing both inside and out were mind blowing, as I stood on the yacht with my legs spread for stability I could not help but survey everything around me thinking that I had died and gone to heaven! All too soon the expert blow job and finger fucking Gary was giving me took had the desired effect and with a cry of ecstasy I shot wave after wave of jism down his eager throat. He continued to suck at my cock until it was dry and flaccid again; however he left his finger in my arse and used it as a method to lead me to where he wanted me - much like a nose ring with a bull! He pushed me to the side of the yacht; told me to grab hold of the handrail, bend over at the waist and spread my legs. I looked over my shoulder at him and did my best to look seductive because I really had no idea about what he had in mind after all..... I watched Gary squirt some more of the sun cream into his hand before he smothered his own erection with it and then applied the remainder to my exposed crack. I felt the jolt of the cool cream being drizzled onto my hole before a finger smeared it round inside to act as a lubricant. Holding my waist with one hand he positioned himself behind me before using his other hand to guide his cock to my back door. "Luke, I will be as gentle as I can but promise me you will tell me if I hurt you at all" Gary murmured in my ear. Chuckling I replied "Don't worry about me, my hole is not exactly virginal and I have a feeling that you are going to get a very warm welcome indeed, I want you inside me so badly." "Okay, your wish is my command. As they say brace yourself the ride is about to begin" he announced. I really shouldn't have been so flippant because I'd never actually seen his cock fully loaded, I thought it had shown promise earlier but I had underestimated its actual size big time. The first warning came when he started to gently push his cockhead past my anus. It felt like he was trying to shove a tennis ball up my arse (okay it's a slight exaggeration but you get my drift), I could feel myself flushing red from the exertion of trying to accept the intrusion and did my best to remember all the relaxation techniques I'd used in the past. "Common, relax, you can take it." I heard him urging behind me. I simply grunted in response then growled as my ring gave way and his cock slid up inside me, not stopping until he could go no further. "Are you okay?" he asked in a concerned voice. "I am now that you're in, God you're a big boy." I replied "I have heard that said a couple of times I must admit" came a slightly smug reply and with that he started to fuck me well and truly. For what seemed like an eternity I rode his pole for all I was worth holding onto the handrail for dear life, he pounded me mercilessly thrusting in and out with great dexterity and stamina. At first I clenched on his withdrawal to increase the tightness for him but very quickly I lost all muscle control and had to submit to the pounding. He found all of my sensitive and erotic areas and used them to great effect bringing life back to my cock again. I could feel a peculiar sensation building in my groin, I began to shudder and arching my back in response my cock exploded christening the yacht with my second load of jism of the day. My spasming ring acted as a trigger sending Gary over the edge too, who with a keening cry slammed his cock in as far as possible and exploded whitewashing my insides. Totally exhausted he collapsed on top of me; I could feel his ragged breath on the back of my neck and the occasional kiss which he planted with affection. Recovering his composure he pulled out of me and stood up stretching as he did so, I followed his example and kneaded my aching muscles. I put my arms around his waist and looked deep into his eyes. "Thank you. It's been a long time since I have enjoyed sex so much." I said sincerely. "Did you really? I do hope so because it was pretty good for me too." He quipped playfully before punching me on the shoulder. Breaking away from me he climbed over the edge of the yacht and slid into the water with a quiet splash. As I looked down at him he gestured for me to join him. Pretty good idea I decided, it was time to rinse off the sun cream along with the sex juice which was now intent on leaving me. Jumping in beside him I treaded water while we fooled around splashing each other as if we were children again. Reluctantly we finally had to call time on our games if we were going to catch the tide on our return to the estuary. This time Gary demonstrated the correct way to climb back on board and I had to admit it was much easier than my previous bumbling awkward attempt! As we towelled ourselves dry and got dressed once again I felt sad that this perfect day was coming to an end, by the expression on Gary's face he felt the same way too. As St. Ives appeared on the horizon Gary casually asked "When do you go back?" "How do you mean?" I replied "I just wondered when your holiday will end. I guess you'll be returning home and I'm going to miss you." He answered looking anywhere but in my direction. "I'm not on holiday. I'm just down for the weekend staying with my sister and her kids. I shall have to return home tonight as I have work in the morning. I thought I'd already told you that." "Perhaps you did." He mused "I don't remember though, in fact I can't recall you saying very much about your present life today at all. Not that it's any business of mine of course as we've only just met again. I have been rather distracted as we got intimately acquainted, much to my enjoyment!" At this point he turned to me with a grin on his face. Then his grin slipped before he continued "I was just hoping to have a little more time with you before you disappeared from my life again, that's all." His hair had been blown forward by the sea breeze concealing his eyes from me. "Well you don't have to be so down hearted. I'm not going anywhere. You will have plenty of opportunities to see me again, if you want to. I come and stay with my sister most weekends to help her out with the house and kids to give her a break. I live and work in Truro which is only twenty five miles away. I have my own flat so it makes sense for me to stay there during the week and then come here for the weekends. We can meet up any time you like, work schedules permitting, why don't I give you my mobile number that way you can have a think and let me know if you'd like to meet up." "Yes, I'd like that very much. I'm sorry if I have been a little..... Oh I don't know.... oh God listen to me gibbering away like an idiot! Just ignore me. Yes I would like to have your phone number and yes I would like to see you again." Gary replied doing his best to concentrate on guiding the yacht into the harbour safely. "Tell you what" I offered "why don't we have dinner and a drink in Truro, say this Friday coming. I'll source a nice restaurant and bar and we'll make a proper date of it. We'll start from the beginning again so to speak, get to know one another properly and see where it leads us. How does that sound?" "Like a very good idea to me, I just wished I'd asked this question earlier then I wouldn't have had to spend so much time today fretting over this." He said squeezing my hand to reassure me that everything was okay. "I will text you later so that you have my number and I will give you my msn messenger address so we can chat on line too. Sorry to have been so emotional just now." With that we arrived at the designated berthing area on the quay and he nimbly jumped onto the quay and tied the yacht up securely, as he did so I jumped onto the quay beside him. "Don't be daft" I laughed "I have enjoyed your company in every way, we've had a great time and I'd like to repeat it again soon, very soon. Now it's time I got going, I really have to get back to Mel's to pack up my belongings before heading home to Truro. I will speak to you real soon." Not trusting myself I gave him a brief hug and a quick kiss on the cheek before striding away up the ramp and onto the harbour wall. I waved as I disappeared round the corner. Back at Mel's I faced a thousand and one questions from both Mel and her brood. Whilst Mel asked me the routine and discrete questions giving me room to address or avoid them as I chose, Emma was another matter. Always the perceptive and most blunt one of the three kids she asked me point blank "Is Gary your new boyfriend?" I spluttered a little while Mel just stood there open mouthed and it took me a moment before I answered "No he's not my boyfriend. He's just a good friend who I haven't seen for a very long time." "Oh. That's a shame, I think he's very nice and so does Mrs Cox our head mistress." Emma declared. "How do you know Gary?" Mel asked sensing a juicy story. "He sometimes teaches us during Art lessons whenever the Mr Davis is away." She said all seriously then abruptly ran off to join the others clearly bored of the conversation. CHAPTER 3 Friday night found me standing in the main concourse of Truro train station at 7.00pm as we had arranged during the week via text. I was slightly nervous as we hadn't actually spoken to each other since last Sunday; we just never seemed to both be there at the right time. We kept leaving messages for one another and when the call was returned it was only to be met by the answer phone! Never mind we got there eventually, resorting to texting as being more reliable – and quicker! As the day was still hot I decided to wear my favourite dark blue collared shirt, grey pinstriped three quarter length trousers, blue flip flops and matching sunglasses. Not bad I had thought to myself as I admired my reflection in the bathroom mirror putting the finishing touches to my spiked hair. Ten minutes later I was beginning to get nervous as the tannoy had already announced the arrival of the St. Ives train and the ensuing rush of passengers had already been and gone with no sign of Gary. There had been no text message so where was he? I kept looking around getting more and more anxious when suddenly I heard my name called out. Automatically I turned towards the sound and with a sigh of relief I saw the figure of Gary striding towards me from the direction of the gents toilets. Duh why didn't I think of that? I thought to myself. He looked even more handsome to me than the last time I saw him. Like me he was dressed for the heat, he was wearing a black muscle vest, over which he wore a yellow checked short sleeved collared shirt open to the waist, full length jeans with black flip flops. His hair had that just washed fluffy look about it, he didn't have a trace of a five o'clock shadow and his goatee was immaculately shaped and trimmed. I felt so tempted to forget all about the date lark and simply drag him back to my flat and screw the brains out of him there and then! But then this had been my idea and if I was serious about taking it one step at a time then at least I should stick to my own rules..... All this played out in my head in the time it took him to cross the floor and give me a hearty hug announcing that it was so good to see me again; he then informed me that he was starving and hoped that the restaurant was not far away! I smiled and said that I hoped he would not be disappointed in my choice of restaurant because I had been there many times myself, the food was gorgeous and service excellent. A Chance Encounter It was only a ten minute walk to "Some Like It Hot" Restaurant, yes, you've guessed it, the theme was all around Marilyn Monroe specialising in North and South American dishes. It sounds very tacky but the owners Dawn and Ted have made it look tasteful and classy, they have spent a considerable amount of money at auctions and sale rooms obtaining genuine pieces of memorabilia which are displayed (securely) throughout the restaurant. My personal favourite piece is a photograph of Marilyn gazing out over a railing in New York with a wistful look on her face; it has apparently been signed by her. When I booked the table I had asked Dawn for a private table as it was going to be a special occasion, as a regular customer over the years we have become firm friends and being the discrete lady that she is, she asked me no questions, just assuring me that I would have the best seat in the house. Gary groaned to himself at the cliché title of the restaurant, laughing I asked him to bear with me as he will have a fabulous meal. Raising one eyebrow but saying nothing he followed me inside where we were greeted by the Maitre De (Ted), led to our very private table and given the menu cards. As Ted pulled out my chair he whispered in my ear "Good choice Sir." "Thanks, that's what I thought." I replied grinning as I did so. "What's a good choice?" Gary asked innocently. "You of course" I said equally innocently. He laughed out loud at my candidness, flushed a little in embarrassment and examined the menu intently. Having ordered starters of Enchiladas (for me), Nachos (for Gary) and a bottle of red wine to share we chatted about what we had been doing since we had last seen each other. This opened up the subject of what we do for a living. Gary told me how he has three part time jobs – as a graphic designer, an interior designer and as a supply art teacher for Cornwall County Council. Ah I thought to myself; that ties in with what Emma had said. I disclosed that I worked at the Royal Cornwall Hospital in Truro as a pharmacist and gave a brief outline of what I do trying not to bore him with the details. Fortunately the starters arrived before his eyes started to glaze over. Conversation was limited as we ate and then studied the menu for the main course. I ordered "Chimichurri Chicken en Croute" and Gary selected "Grilled Fish with Plantain and Coconut Salsa in Banana Leaves", my mouth watered at the thought of it. Gary refilled our glasses with the wine and suggested a toast to us and the future, as the glasses chinked together I grinned and prayed that we do indeed have a future together. The conversation moved onto our favourite activities; Gary listed sailing, windsurfing, art, swimming and walking as being his top five. As for me I listed keeping fit, art, socialising, walking and films as being mine. For a minute we simply looked at one another, then something clicked and simultaneously we burst out laughing, once we had calmed down we both admitted that we had left an activity off the list and it was the one at the top of the list – SEX and plenty of it. One more thing we have in common we agreed. The main courses arrived and once more the conversation ground to a halt while we ate and savoured the food, finally our plates were empty although full I simply couldn't say no to having a dessert followed by coffee. This time we both ordered Key Lime Pie. As we waited we openly held hands and studied each other's faces, taking in the beauty before us. Clearly the wine had overcome any nervousness being on a date had caused. Gary asked "So what have you planned for the rest of the evening?" Pretending to think for a minute I replied "After we have finished here, I thought we would drop in to the 'Sailors Mate' Public House which a friend of mine owns and runs. We'll a few drinks, perhaps dance a little and then go back to mine for........." "That sounds good to me especially the 'for' bit!" Gary smiled seductively. With the desserts eaten and coffee drunk I paid for the meal personally thanking Dawn and Ted for their hospitality and excellent food, to my surprise Gary joined me and echoed my words of gratitude. Dawn gave me a hug and told me not to be stupid, the pleasure was all theirs. As we headed off to the pub we made small talk preferring to take in the sights and sounds of the evening in the city centre. Arriving at the Sailors Mate, it is immediately obvious that the place is heaving because the guys had spilled out into the beer garden and onto front steps. Pushing our way inside, we finally reach the bar where I buy two pints of beer. Handing one to Gary we step away from the bar and people watch as we sip the drinks. There are many faces I recognise and I make a point of acknowledging each one in turn. I feel a nudge in my ribs from Gary who appears a little bemused. "You seem to know a lot of people here; I'll have to keep an eye on the competition as you're one very good looking and popular guy!" he said semi-joking. "Oh you don't need to worry about me" I said with a shrug of the shoulders "the Truro gay scene is close knit, shall I say, and everyone knows everyone if you get my drift. It pays to be courteous otherwise you only get back stabbing going on and I really can't be bothered with all that rubbish." Gary nodded his understanding but I noticed he put an arm round my waist and it was not removed until later on. In the meantime as if to emphasise the point he pulled me to him and started the first of many tender kisses. My cock almost immediately sprang to attention which didn't go unnoticed by Gary who slyly dropped a hand down between us and gave it a quick grope before returning it to my waist. I don't know how much time passed in this way but our activity was interrupted by a loud cough behind us making us both jump in the process. "Evening boys!" exclaimed Simon the landlord, and one of my closest friends. I saw Gary give him a wary look as he didn't know him from Adam. Laughing I said "Evening Simon, let me introduce you to Gary, an old school friend of mine. Gary, this is Simon, he's the owner of this pub and is a very good friend of mine. I have known him ever since I moved down here; in fact it might have been before." Gary shook Simon's hand to break the ice but took a little step backwards as it was clear that Simon wanted to speak to me. "Luke, have you spoken to Clive recently?" he asked me, giving Gary a careful glance. "No, why? Should I have?" I replied frowning a little. Simon ignores my warning frown by continued to say "Clive has mentioned a couple of times to me that he wants to discuss a possible project with you but isn't sure how receptive you will be." Given the history between us the last statement isn't surprising to me, to say the least. Choosing my words carefully so as to give the appropriate response to Simon but not give too much away to Gary I replied "Tell Clive I may be interested and that I will call him to discuss the project early next week." Simon nods and then winks in acknowledgement before leaving us in peace once more. "Who's Clive?" Gary asks. "Long story, I'll tell you later" I reply changing the subject. The rest of the evening passes all too quickly and as we're about to leave Gary decides he needs to have a pee as the couple of pints of beer have gone through him! He was gone for several minutes, long enough for me to wonder if he had got waylaid (almost as it turns out). He rejoined me with a puzzled look on his face. "Luke, I think I'm going mad. As I came out of the loos I am sure I saw a painting in the foyer with a guy that looks just like you! Come and have a look and tell me what you think, please." "Okay, but I don't have a clue what you're talking about" I say as I follow him into the foyer. But he was right; sure enough there is a large oil painting in the foyer. It was almost life size featuring a naked man with his back to the viewer on a beach facing the sea. He was standing on the edge of a picnic rug with food, drink and crockery behind him. Although he had his back to us he was looking over his shoulder at someone just visible in one corner of the painting, allowing us to see his face in profile. There was no mistaking it, that face belonged to me. I must admit I was a little taken aback by the picture as I had genuinely forgotten all about it. Gary noted my expression before asking "I am right aren't I? I knew it; even if the face wasn't visible I'd know that bum anywhere. Did you know about it being here? You must have, surely. Who painted it? It's very good." "In answer to your questions" I said having gathered my thoughts. "Yes that is me in the painting. I had completely forgotten about it being here otherwise I would have warned you. Clive painted it a couple of years ago as part of a charity fund raising event for World Aids Day and it was auctioned off. Simon won the auction intending to have it on display in the main lounge but it was simply too big, this is the only wall big enough to accommodate it. I'm glad you like it; I think it's rather good too. Does that sound a bit narcissistic?" "Only a little bit. Not really, I'd be the same." He said thoughtfully before continuing "So, if you don't mind me asking why is Clive worried about your receptiveness?" "I'll tell you on the way home, there are too many ears around here and I don't like to be the cause of gossip" I replied in a low tone before leading the way out of the pub and in the direction of home. Home is a two bedroom first floor flat in a converted Victorian town house which I am proud to say is all mine! As I ushered Gary through the communal front door and up the stairs to my own front door I asked him to excuse the mess as I hadn't had time to tidy up (which is a complete lie as I like to keep my place spotless but makes people feel comfortable when I say this). I show him the lounge, decorated minimalistically before walking into the kitchen to fetch some wine from the fridge for us. Gary asks "Is it okay for me to have a shower and use your toilet etc so that I feel prepared for later on?" "Be my guest" I reply with a happy grin on my face "I'll show you where everything is, would you like to have the wine in the bedroom ready and waiting?" "Oh kind Sir, you do spoil me!" Gary laughed as he took the towel I had offered him. "I do like to be the perfect host and attend to my guest's every need...." I replied, not daring to look him in the eye otherwise I would have burst out laughing I left him to it while I carried the bottle of wine and two glasses into my bedroom, I scanned the room quickly to make sure that everything was in order, satisfied I put them down on the chest of drawers drew the curtains and left the room closing the door behind me. While I waited for Gary to return from the bathroom I spread some glossy magazines on the coffee table so that he would have something to read while I showered. Fifteen minutes later Gary sauntered into the lounge with his towel wrapped around his waist, his package created a sizeable bulge and one that I found mesmerizing. "Something you want Luke? Now who's the impatient one!" Gary exclaimed "Oh by the way, I hope you don't mind but I used your bidet come douche for extra cleansing." "Of course I don't mind, I told you to use anything you want to, now that I know you're clean inside and out I will make full use of you – and that's a promise! Now it's my turn, see you shortly; in the meantime please feel free to watch the TV, read some magazines or just have a look round." I said heading for the bathroom. "Cool dude, don't be long. I'm raring to go." Once in the bathroom I headed straight for the bidet. I had paid for this appliance to be specially adapted, you could use it as a regular bidet to wash your crack and tackle, but there was a second water outlet in the shape of a douching nozzle. It's made from stainless steel for easy cleaning; the shaft is about six inches in length, an inch in diameter with the head being a little wider. A ring of holes at the tip of the head allow the water to flow out in all directions for a thorough but gentle cleansing. Having first greased up my hole with a little KY and set the temperature to tepid, I carefully impaled myself of the metal pole and allowed the water to flow up inside me until I began to feel bloated. When I could take no more I stood up and dashed to the toilet where I evacuated the effluent down the pan. I repeated this process four or five times until I was satisfied that I was thoroughly clean inside. I washed the douching nozzle thoroughly before stepping into the shower for a quick wash to freshen up. As soon as I was done I towelled myself dry, wrapped the towel around my waist before racing out of the bathroom trying not to appear too keen to drag him off to bed (which I was). I didn't say a word as I stepped in front of where Gary was sprawled out on the sofa, I simply took hold of one hand and slowly but assertively pulled him in the direction of the bedroom. He made no resistance, in fact seemed keen to meet his fate as he started to jostle me trying to get me to move faster. As I opened the bedroom door I heard a subtle intake of breath as he took in the decor. I had painted the room in a fresh but subtle green and everything in the room was a shade of green or brown, the intention was to make the ambience relaxing but grounding at the same time. "I love this room, it's just so..... oh what's the word?" Gary struggled a little to put his finger on it. "Relaxing?" I offered "Yeah, that's it!" he agreed and pulled me towards him, as he did so he spotted something over my shoulder which attracted his attention. "Oh my God! There's another painting of you, what is this? Is there another side to you don't know about?" he asked looking at me intently. "Ah there are many sides to me" I said trying to sound mysterious "You are just going to have to spend time getting to know all of them. Yes, you're right that is another painting of me and as you can probably tell by the style this too was painted by Clive. He gave this to me as an anniversary present the first year we were together and is supposed to reflect my spiritual nature; I quite like it because of all the colours in it rather than it being of me." I stood next to him as he studied the picture closely; it was a little more abstract than the one in the pub but still detailed enough to know it was of me. I am sitting cross legged in the middle of the picture with my palms resting on my knees. My eyes are closed and my expression is peaceful. The remainder of the picture is a mass of swirling rainbow of colours producing a hypnotic effect if you stared at them too long. Deciding he had seen enough he returned his attention to me, removing both of our towels in one smooth movement he took hold of my erection and lead me to the waiting bed. As we fell on the bed I took control, rolling on top of him and holding him down with my hands. I spent a long time nibbling and biting him gently all over his shoulders, neck and face before kissing him forcefully on the lips and raping his mouth with my tongue. He was no push over though and matched me kiss for kiss, but I had the advantage as I was on top. Deciding that I had ravaged his mouth enough for the time being I kissed my way down his body, tweaking his nipples, biting his tummy and trailing my tongue along his hair line. When I got to his cock I took it into my mouth without hesitation, licking and slurping my way around it and down the shaft. When it was covered in saliva I took a deep breath and slowly swallowed it until my nose was buried in his pubes and my chin rested on his tightened balls. I slowly started to fuck myself on his cock carefully timing my breathing so as not to gag as his cock repeatedly pushed its way down my throat. His hands rested lightly on my head preventing me from removing his cock from my mouth (not that I had any intention on doing so). As I felt him begin to tense up and his cock swell I pulled myself off until just his cockhead was in my mouth ready to catch the impending explosion. I didn't have long to wait, for as he made that familiar keening cry his jism erupted into my mouth, spurt after spurt, somehow I managed to overcome the reflex action of swallowing and held it there until he had subsided. Bracing myself with knees out spread I put my hands under Gary's thighs and pushed them up and back towards his stomach, raising his hips at the same time. That guy is quick on the uptake, as I did so he wrapped his arms round behind his knees giving me easier access to his arse. It was a sight to behold indeed! Brown suntanned cheeks gave way to a delicate white crack and a tiny pink anus which puckered and winked at me in time to his breathing and shifts in body weight. Placing my hands either side of his hips for support I lowered my face until it was buried in his crack and my mouth centred on his hole. I spent the next five minutes carefully licking, probing and teasing the hole all the while I was slowly pushing his jism into and all round it to act as a readymade lubricant. Finally when I just had a little bit left in my mouth I spat it out into my hand, smeared it onto my engorged cock and the placed the tip of it to the puckered hole. Having assessed that he would be on the tight side for me I took my time to slowly apply sufficient pressure to allow me to push past his sphincter but no further. As the head popped inside his ring clamped down hard on my shaft and he groaned to himself. Looking up at him in concern I noted the pained expression on his face. "Are you okay?" I asked "Do you want me to pull out?" "No. No way!" He exclaimed "You're bigger than what I'm used to that's all, just give me a minute to adjust and I'll be fine. I've been waiting for this fuck for sooooo long it's unreal. There's no way you're leaving my hole until you've whitewashed my insides, I can tell you that much." I remained stationery as I waited for him to accommodate the intrusion, slowly I felt him relax his grip on my shaft and his frown became a smile. At his point I allowed myself to slide further into him until half my cock was buried, glancing down at him I asked again if he was okay. He nodded so I pushed on in until I was fully inside and could go no further. I sank down between his outspread legs until our stomachs were touching, I felt his legs wrap themselves round the small of my back and at the same his arms linked behind my shoulders and pulled me closer to him until we face to face. This time as I started to fuck him he took the lead in kissing and drove me wild with his tonguing techniques. I think it's fair to say that we were both in heaven at this point, certainly if our grunts and groans were anything to go by – I just hope my neighbour underneath couldn't hear anything! As my thrusts got harder and faster Gary abandoned himself to the fucking, rolling his head from side to side and letting go of my shoulders, however his legs kept hold of me ensuring that he had as much of me inside him as possible. On and on I pounded his arse until predictably I could not hold back any longer, with a loud groan and a shudder I came with pulse after pulse of jism shooting up his rectum. Exhausted I collapsed on top of him, still inside, trying to get my breath back. "Thank you" Gary whispered in my ear. "No need to thank me" I eventually replied "Not when the pleasure was all mine." "The pleasure wasn't all yours Luke, I had a ball of a time too you know, just look down between us, you'll see that I have come for a second time without even touching myself. I have only have that pleasure once or twice before." "Aw shucks, I'm all embarrassed now!" I said "Can I say something which I hope won't embarrass you?" A Chance Encounter "Fire away, I can't exactly refuse in this position can I?" "I know we both have an active sex life and enjoy getting as much as we can – right?" I asked hesitating to make my point. "Yep, that's right." "Well, it's been a long time since I've had repeated sex with guy that I have enjoyed as much and still wanted more as I have had with you. Does that make sense? I know we are going to take it step by step and see how things go, but even if we don't become lifelong partners can we still remain fuck buddies because you are so damned hot!" I finished off laughing a little embarrassed myself. "Oh Luke, you are exactly what I have been searching for all my adult life do you know that? There's absolutely no way I am ever going to let go of you, never! I don't think either of us can be monogamous and that's not what I am asking for but I do know that you're the only person that I have ever loved or am ever likely to. You had better get used to the idea of having me in your life from now on." He announced emphatically. I could think of nothing to say in response but my actions spoke louder than words as I gave him a big long hug before drifting off to sleep. CHAPTER 4 I woke the following morning slowly and reluctantly, unwilling to leave my peaceful slumber. I lay there for several minutes getting my bearings and trying to work out what had woken me in the first place. Ah I thought I had gone to bed with Gary last night but now I am alone, where is he? Can't hear noises from the bathroom, I hope he hasn't done a runner my heart skipped a beat at the thought. No, I can hear noises coming from the kitchen and if I'm not mistaken I can smell coffee too. I smiled to myself at the thought. "Morning sleepyhead!" Gary called from the doorway as he brought in a tray of two mugs of coffee and a large stack of toast. "I didn't think you were ever going to wake up after last night's exercises." Sitting up, still a little sleepy I smiled warmly at him before taking one of the offered mugs. Sipping the hot drink slowly I savoured this domestic moment which for so long had been missing in my life before responding. "Ah thanks, that coffee is just right and as for the toast, delicious!" I commented in between mouthfuls of toast, I didn't realise how hungry I was until the smell of toast had hit my nostrils. "So what do we have planned for today then?" Gary asked sipping on his coffee. "I've promised Mel that I would fly by her this morning, I have no choice otherwise she will hound me until I have given her a run down on how our date went. She is just itching to meet you, ever since Emma let slip that she knew you from school. You will of course be expected to be in attendance and share the grilling with me. Then once we've had a coffee and been there for a respectable length of time the day is ours to do what we want. Do you have anything you want to do?" I asked. "I will need to go home to get a change of clothes at some point and show you my little pad, but otherwise I am easy - so to speak" he replied finishing off the last of the toast. With that settled we spent the next half an hour freshening ourselves up, getting dressed and tidying my flat up ready for when I or we come home. With that sorted we made our way to my car which was parked a couple of streets away (there's no dedicated parking available where I live) and I drove over to Mel's in St. Ives. Knocking on her front door I had butterflies fluttering around in my stomach, I hadn't felt this nervous since I decided to come out to her when I left university. That had been a huge anticlimax as she had declared that she had known for years and wondered what had taken so long for me to spit it out before giving the biggest of hugs as only sisters can do. Hopefully it would be as straightforward this time when I introduced Gary to her. I needn't have worried about Mel; it was her offspring that gave us the hardest time! Having made introductions all round, done the cheek kissing and hand shaking we made our way into the kitchen and had our second coffee of the day sitting around the large circular kitchen table. At Emma's and Mel's insistence we gave a blow by blow account of our meal at the restaurant and then drinks in the pub. The only negative comment Mel made was when Clive's name was mentioned and all she said was to watch myself, he was a wrong 'un as far as she was concerned. Cayden listened to the whole conversation in silence looking from one adult to another in turn until finally he blurted out. "Uncle Luke. Now that you and Gary are boyfriends, can I be your best man when you get married?" he asked deadly serious. Gary and I looked at one another and then at Mel before bursting out laughing. Gary was the first one to get his breath back so he replied for the both of us. "Cayden, it's a little soon to be talking of marriage but yes, if or when we announce that we are going to get married then you will get first refusal of being best man. Is that okay with you?" he said keeping a straight face. Cayden solemnly nodded before grinning in triumph at Laura who stuck her tongue out at him. "Kids!" Mel said loudly "I am sure and Uncle Luke and Gary will have special roles for all of you when the time is right. Okay, how do you fancy going out to play? Good, vamoosh!" Once the kids were safely out of earshot, she leaned over the table and whispered in a conspiratorial tone "Well, tell me, did you two do it last night or is it no sex before marriage?" "Mel! I can't believe you just said that and I for one am not going to answer that question, your sordid imagination will just have to suffice....." I told her in mock aghast tone. "You must have, I know what a tart you are Luke. You can't keep your boxers on long enough to get them dirty, in fact I suspect you go commando for easier access!" She said laughing at her own joke. Gary found it amusing and joined in by saying "You know him so well." "Right folks" I said all haughtily "I'm not staying here to have my good reputation dragged through the mud, come on Gary we have places to go and people to meet. Bye sis and thanks for the coffee. Before we go is there anything we can do?" "No you're fine Luke, off you two go and enjoy yourselves, don't you worry about little old me. Oh yes, there is one thing. If you should come across a handsome single man who isn't gay send him my way and see if he can do something about my squeaky old box!" As we drove out of St Ives and towards Lelant Gary admitted that he liked Mel and that they seemed to gel okay. He also recognised Emma as being a pupil he sometimes taught in school and he seemed to think that she enjoyed the classes. I was pleased to hear this information as it would make life so much easier for me if the two most important people in my life get on. Following Gary's directions I left the A3074 main road and headed off down a minor country road travelling vaguely down towards the estuary. The road was narrow and windy meaning that I had to concentrate intently on the road ahead so I took nothing of the scenery or landmarks around me. Abruptly Gary announced that we had arrived; in front of me was a pair of large brick pillars supporting large wrought iron gates and a key entry pad. On each pillar was a plaque with the name "Rivans Croft" etched into it. Gary hopped out of the car typed in his code and as the gates swung open he hopped back in. This time I drove slowly up the gravel driveway taking in as much as possible. The road swung behind concealing hedging to reveal tennis courts, a walled garden and then the house itself. I had seen the rear of the house on my first visit but now I was seeing it from the front. I could hear splashing and laughter from behind the walls which confused me as I had thought it was a garden and said so to Gary. "You're both right and wrong." He responded "It used to be a garden but when Frances and Derek Rivans bought the house they converted the area into a private swimming pool for their twin sons Lawrence and Damien who showed potential in their swimming classes when they were younger. Now they were twenty two the swimming ambitions were a distant memory and the pool, now served a purely recreational purpose. It was a natural suntrap and allowed for outdoor swimming much earlier in the season than otherwise would be possible." As we swung into the car park which was big enough for six cars there was only an enormous Galaxy people carrier parked there. Sitting in my battered old Citroen I felt like a midget next to it. "Ah, the voices we can hear must be Lawrence and Damien" Gary informed me "as Derek is still in the States on business and Frances is visiting her sister in Bath this weekend and won't get back until tomorrow at the earliest. In that case this should be interesting, these two know how to party and aren't in the least bit shy! I am sure that you will like them, they will be right up your street, and they have been up mine more than once...." "Really?" I asked very intrigued by this admission. "What would mum and dad say about you having sex with their sons? It could get a bit sticky, if you'll excuse the expression." "Nah, that won't happen. They might be party animals but they're clued up. One hint of not being 100% heterosexual alpha male and they can kiss goodbye to their substantial inheritance. They only come out to play when mum and dad are safely out of the way." Gary replied clearly reminiscing about previous liaisons. By now we had left the car behind and were making our way over to the walled area where the sound of splashing and laughter could still be heard. As we got to the gate Gary called out announcing that he was coming in and bringing a guest with him. Welcoming noises came back in response so he opened the gate and we went through to the pool area. The sight that greeted me as I walked through was beautiful, the theme was Italian with marble nudes (both male and female) lining the walls interspersed with conical evergreens. At one end of the enclosure were six wooden sun beds with towels spread out on two of them. A five foot pathway bordered the pool itself, which by the look of it was Olympic in size, and appeared to have deep and shallow ends. The sources of the frivolity were at the moment busy churning their way doing the crawl from the far end towards us. Gary and I stood back a little so as not to get splashed, cowards eh? In less than a minute two visions of beauty stood before us grinning broadly. Having reached the edge of the pool the two swimmers quickly and elegantly climbed out; then stood up revealing themselves to be totally naked. I could see immediately that they were related but they were clearly not identical twins for Lawrence was ash blonde while Damien was strawberry blonde. Having said that facially they were very similar and their physiques were almost identical. At approximately six foot four inches tall, they had classic swimmers bodies. Broad shoulders, narrow waists, tight buns and muscular bodies, very little body hair other than trimmed pubes. They bounced around excitedly totally oblivious to their nakedness and the effects it was having on us. Gary introduced me to them and we shook hands making small talk for several minutes about what we had been up to this morning. Then Damien shook his head and said "Sorry guys, what poor hosts we are making, my apologies! Would you two like a drink, perhaps a cold beer or glass of wine?" "I'd love a cold beer please" I said trying not to stare at his modest package. "Me too" Gary said nodding his head. "Right you are, I'll be straight back" Damien informed us trotting off into the house. I could not help but stare at his pert buttocks as he disappeared. Lawrence grinned saying to me "They are in good shape aren't they?" I simply nodded feeling a little embarrassed at my lack of subtlety and said so. "Don't be so silly, neither of us have any hang ups about our bodies. How can we when we spent so much time wearing only swimming trunks as adolescents? Anyway, don't stand to attention. Why don't you join us in the pool? It's a lovely day and the water is warm." Lawrence said in a remarkably authoritive tone. "I would love to but I haven't brought my trunks with me." I replied, seeing the flaw in my argument as the words left my mouth. "Well go naked like us then, we're all men here after all. Come on, don't be shy. Gary won't be so why should you? Isn't that right Gary?" He said looking over to him. Gary didn't need to answer, his actions spoke louder than words for he had already removed his shirt and muscle vest. As I watched he kicked off his flip flops and undid his jeans pushing them down quickly before stepping out of them leaving just his pants on. Looking over at me he encouraged me to do the same, we'll enjoy ourselves he assured me. With nothing to lose except my dignity I followed suit and by the time Damien returned with four cans of cold beer both Gary and I were totally naked and enjoying the freedom that it brings. "That's better!" Damien announced putting the cans down and striding over to me. Without saying a word he explored my body with his hands leaving no part untouched. Last to be explored was my tackle and by now I was standing to attention much to Gary's amusement. "Gary, where on earth did you find this handsome and well built specimen? Why haven't you brought him round here before?" exclaimed Damien. Far from appearing jealous or offended Gary simply smiled and replied "He is gorgeous isn't he? Not only that Damien; he's all mine so don't get any thoughts of poaching him!" "I'm shocked that you should think that I would do such a thing." Damien retorted. I wasn't sure if he was being serious or joking but either way I felt a little uncomfortable by all this attention so I took a step backward. I thanked Damien for his compliments; then glanced at Gary before diving into the now very inviting water. I heard a splash behind me and was very quickly caught up by Lawrence. Easily keeping up with me he said "I sincerely apologise for my brother's behaviour, he can be so forward and I hope that you haven't been offended by his actions. As you have probably gathered by now when mother and father are away we totally relax and we take it for granted because Gary is so used to this." "Hey! No need to apologise. I'm not offended, just a little surprised, I'm not used to being spoken about as if I'm a piece of meat that's all. Gary did warn me that you guys have a very relaxed attitude so no problems." "Good. I'm relieved, you seem too nice a guy to upset and if you're a friend of Gary's then you're a friend of ours." "Thanks, that's good to know." I said more than a little relieved that things had been smoothed over between us. By now we had reached the far end of the pool where the sun beds stood, in one graceful move Lawrence climbed out and sat on the side of the pool patting the space next to me indicating that I was to join him. Climbing out as smoothly I as I could I sat next to him feeling slightly chilly as I dried naturally in the breeze. Before long the sun had warmed me up again and I relaxed as we watched Damien and Gary fooling around in the shallow end and catching up with gossip. I caught out of the corner of my eye Lawrence studying my profile, glancing at him I asked him if he was alright. "Absolutely, I can't help but think I know you from somewhere. Never mind it will come back to me I'm sure. In the meantime I do have a favour to ask." He said looking rather serious. "Sure, ask away. I can't promise that I will be able to help but I will do my best." I replied wondering what I was about to be asked. "Thanks. As you can see I'm fair skinned and I burn very easily, I would really appreciate it if you would rub the sun cream into my back if I do the front. I will warn you now that I am very particular and like attention paid to every inch of my body as I hate getting burnt." "It will be a pleasure; I am very good at applying sun cream and dealing with all those tender places that are hard to reach. Let's get you on that sun bed and slap on the cream." I said all business like. Grinning in anticipation he jumped up, ran round the pool into the house before emerging moments later with a large bottle of sun lotion and another towel for me. Moments later he was smearing himself from head to toe all down his front with the factor 15 sun cream, when he was satisfied that he was completely covered he handed the bottle to me before laying face down on the sun bed. Pulling up another sun bed to sit on I drizzled the lotion onto his back, arms and legs before thoroughly massaging it in to his skin. I then put another load on, this time I smeared it on leaving it to soak in naturally. I then focused on the tender areas around his buttocks and inner thighs, as I massaged the cream in Lawrence spread his legs as wide as possible revealing his white crack and a puckered hole which to my eye did not look virginal in any shape or form. As I smeared the cream along his crack I 'accidentally' slipped my finger into his hole, which met little resistance and before I knew it my finger was buried as far as it would go. I looked up in surprise but Lawrence showed little reaction to the insertion of my finger. I asked him "Are you okay? How am I doing?" "Fine, it all feels good so far. Why do you ask?" Lawrence replied looking over his shoulder at me. "I think we may have a problem with applying the lotion to a particular area and the position you are in at present is making it harder for me. Would you mind assuming a different one?" I asked as professionally as possible, I had a goal in mind and as they say softly softly catchee monkey. "Sure, anything if you think it will help." "What I need you to do is basically lay across my lap which will give me easier access." I instructed him "That's better" I continued as he complied to my request. Now I could play with his hole easily and my hand and wrist was at the correct angle for insertion. As he settled himself down and spread his legs offering his anus to me again, I took hold of the sun lotion bottle and poured a large quantity of it onto his crack and hole. Putting it down on the floor I reinserted the finger using the lotion to grease his rectum and sphincter as I did so. As there had been no resistance I pulled the finger out and inserted two fingers in its place. They slid in easily and as I twirled the fingers around he gently moved his hips as if welcoming the intrusion. The two fingers were removed, this time three went in; yet again they slid in easily. Boy was this one loose arse it has seen plenty of the kind of action I like I thought. I pulled the fingers out and applied more lotion then gently inserted four fingers, this time a little more resistance was met but none that couldn't be overcome. I spent several minutes massaging and stretching the ring until I felt it relax. From his erection pressing into my thigh I gathered Lawrence was enjoying the attention his hole was receiving. "How is it going Luke? Are you any closer to sorting the problem of application for me?" he asked very innocently. Mmm I thought, you know exactly what game we are playing, but keeping in character I simply replied "I'm very nearly there, I'll let you know when I'm done." Reaching down for the lotion bottle I squeezed a generous amount into my hand and used it to lubricate the whole of it up to my wrist. I coned my hand tucking my thumb in behind my fingers and then gently reinserted them up to the widest part of my hand. Lawrence shifted his weight a little; then looked over his shoulder at me before pushing ever so slightly back onto my hand. The resistance that had been there gave way and my hand slid smoothly deep inside until my wrist was gripped by his quivering ring. All the time he was making gently groaning noises and trying to masturbate at the same time (I had to adjust my position for him to do so). A Chance Encounter I have to admit the whole situation was one massive turn on and my cock was standing to attention as a result. Never in a million years did I ever expect to be sitting on a sun bed by an open air swimming pool fisting a cute twenty two year old whom I have never seen in my life, on top of which his twin brother and my new boyfriend were only feet away! Looking up at me Lawrence said he was going to stand up but wanted me to keep my fist in him so we began a careful manoeuvre resulting in him standing facing me with legs spread, my hand still fully inserted inside and his erection facing me conveniently close to my mouth. I felt his hands make contact with the back of my head pulling me towards him, taking the hint I proceeded to give him a loving blow job whilst at the same time slowly pistoning my fist in and out. Having grown bored of their horsing around Damien and Gary sauntered over to where we were, perhaps our actions by now had also gained their attention. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" said two voices in unison so close behind me it made me jump and startled Lawrence out of his reverie. We both looked round in the direction of the voices, there stood Damien and Gary grinning broadly shaking their heads in mock consternation. "We leave you two alone for five minutes and look what happens!" Gary chortled as he pushed my head back in the direction of Lawrence's waiting cock. "I for one am shocked." Damien declared. "I get reprimanded for handling the merchandise while you brother are sitting on his hand like a puppet within two shakes of a lamb's tail! Gary, what do you think we should do to rectify this situation?" For a minute or two they whispered into each other's ears before evidently agreeing to a plan of action judging by the smirks on their faces. Before either of us could respond Damien had taken hold of my shoulders, turned me through ninety degrees and pushed me backwards until I was laying flat on the sun bed. As a result my hand slid out of Lawrence much to his disgruntlement, he took a step backwards went to say something but thought better of it and waited to see what was unfolding for me. No sooner was I flat on my back then I felt a pair of hands grab my ankles and lift them upwards and back until they were touching my shoulders, I looked up straight into the twinkling eyes of Gary who blew me a kiss before telling Damien to take hold of my ankles while he prepared me for some action. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lawrence sit down on the sun bed next to me stroking his cock absentmindedly to maintain his erection. My attention was abruptly drawn to my exposed anus as I felt cool sun lotion drizzled down between my cheeks and then a finger pushing some inside and all around the ring. Looking down between my legs I watched Gary with one hand aim his cockhead at my waiting hole, I took some deep breaths and tried to relax as much as possible knowing how big he was. I felt that familiar pressure on my hole to expand as he tried to gain entry, abruptly he was in and my hole gripped his shaft tightly before it relaxed and allowed him to slide further in. Leaning forward he kissed forcefully and thrust the rest of his cock fully inside, I cried out in reaction but the noise was swallowed up by his lustful growling and the cries of encouragement from the twins. He was like an animal, no gentleness at all! His only concession was that he gave me a moment to adjust to the impalement before fucking my brains out like there was no tomorrow. It must have been the whole situation thing because I just loved it and couldn't get enough of the spine jarring pounding. On and on he thrust in and out of me, sometimes he pulled out completely leaving my hole gaping before slamming back inside again. My head rolled from side to side in ecstasy until with a loud cry he shuddered several times before collapsing on top of me as he shot jet after jet of jism deep inside my rectum. I felt lost as he pulled out of me and stood up straight, panting to get his breath back but if I had thought my ordeal was over I was sorely mistaken. Damien's hand never released their grip on my ankles; before I knew it Lawrence had taken Gary's place on the sun bed and slid his cock gently into me in one smooth push. Whether it was because he was more modestly endowed or my hole had been warmed up by Gary but this time I was able to enjoy the fucking from beginning to end without having to concentrate on relaxing. Where Gary had been an animal Lawrence was a considerate gentleman and took his time to pleasure me as well as himself. My nipples were tweaked, my cock stroked and all my internal sensitive spots hit with every thrust and withdrawal. I could feel my orgasm building and gaining momentum, just when I thought I was about to explode Lawrence took hold of my balls pulling them hard and at the same time firmly squeezed my cockhead preventing me from cumming. "Oh no you don't! If you cum now you won't enjoy the rest of the ride." He said in an assertive tone. When he sure I had calmed down he continued fucking me. With only a sigh as a giveaway he ground to a shuddering halt, shooting his jism up into me where it mixed with Gary's already there. He remained stationery catching his breath; I took the opportunity to study his features more closely. His dishevelled ash blonde hair stood up damp and spiky from the swimming, I could see from the hair cut that normally it would lay flat on top (being some two to three inches long) but at the sides it was close cropped verging on shaved around the ears and the neck line. It was almost retro in look, harking back to the late eighties, early nineties. His eyes were a pale grey, which I imagine could be very cold if he wasn't happy with you, and they were framed by the purest white eyebrows and eye lashes. His face was masculine, slightly foxy in appearance, despite myself I found him attractive but nowhere near as handsome as Gary – in my eyes at least. My train of thought was broken when I felt my ankles being released at the same time as Lawrence pulled his now flaccid cock out of me and clambered off the sun bed. I laid there stretching out muscles cramped from the position I had been held in for so long. As I was doing this I noticed that Gary was now lying face up on the adjacent sun bed stroking his man hood to rigidness watching me as he did so. When it was rock solid he beckoned me over and indicated that I was to climb on board. The slut in me had long since been woken so with a happy smile on my face I eagerly swapped my sun bed for his and positioned myself directly over his cock. Having been fucked twice already and ready lubed with all that cum inside I impaled myself with ease, within a blink of an eye my bum was resting comfortably on his pelvis and I was savouring the fullness his cock provided. He placed his hands on either side of my waist to steady me before be started to fuck me from beneath, slowly to start off with then increasingly fast. I leant forward and put my hands either of his shoulders to brace myself against his vigorous thrusting, glancing up at me he mouthed "are you okay" at me. All I could do was nod like a madman as I continued on with my impression of a rodeo cowboy! I felt a tap on my shoulder, looking over my shoulder I saw Damien stroking his cock into life. Before I had a chance to reply Gary called out saying that there was plenty of room inside for one more, bloody cheek! I thought to myself, but what the heck, go with the flow I might even enjoy it, I had everything else so far. Gary pulled me down towards him but in such a way that his cock was still firmly buried in my arse, at the same time he spread his legs as well as mine. I felt Damien feel round Gary's cock and then he tested the tightness of my anal ring, clearly happy with what he found I heard him squirt some sun lotion on his cock before pushing his cockhead in between us. It took a couple of attempts and a lot of giggling before he successfully pushed his cock up into my rectum joining the much larger one already in there. It was a strange sensation feeling the two cocks independently sliding around as if jostling for best position, after a little while the two guys got their act together and their thrusts were in sync. I know I've already said it but I really must be a slut because I was in heaven being physically squashed between the two while my anus was being stretched to breaking point. I wasn't sure it would ever close up properly again after this afternoon! Eventually both guys came inside me, so much so that even I could feel it leaking out and sliding down between my cheeks. Damien was the first to exit, stepping to one side he play punched Lawrence on the arm before gracefully diving into the swimming pool followed by Damien moments later. Gary continued to hold me even after his cock had grown soft and slid out of me. Kissing me tenderly on the lips he asked "Luke, are you really okay with all that's gone on here this afternoon? I know these two can be a handful but they are up for anything and would never do you any harm." "Yes I am fine, honestly. Granted it wasn't quite what I was expecting, in fact it couldn't have turned out better, I've had an amazing time. My only concern is that you might think I prefer having sex with them than I do with you which couldn't be further from the truth." I replied. "Well I was a just a little bit jealous when I spotted you fisting Lawrence, but I had no right to be as I've already agreed with you that monogamy is not compulsory especially when we are both present. My jealousy disappeared when we had sex together and it was clear you were enjoying it with me too." He responded before kissing me again. We lay entwined for nearly an hour basking in the warm summer sun revelling in the stillness and each other's proximity. At some point we must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I knew was Damien shaking us gently by the shoulders telling us that he and Lawrence had prepared an impromptu barbeque if we would like to stay for the evening. By now the shadows had fallen across the pool side and I could feel the temperature dropping, getting up rather stiffly Gary and I made our way over to the discreetly concealed outdoor shower and dancing under the cold water washed off the sun lotion and the sexual residues. Someone had thoughtfully left a bottle of shower gel for our use; it was just a shame that hot water couldn't have been installed! Half an hour later the four of us, fully clothed now, were sitting in a semi circle around a gently smoking barbeque waiting for the pork ribs and lamb chops to finish cooking with cans of beer in our hands. We had moved onto the back lawn where the sun was still shining and I could just see the Reunion partially hidden by the rhododendrons alongside the jetty. Lawrence caught my glance at the yacht and asked "Have you been on Gary's yacht yet? He's done a sterling job with the old girl. Mum and dad let her go to ruin but he's made her good as new now. She goes like a dream, you know." "Yes I know" I smiled in reply "I have been introduced to her, only last weekend we went out for a little sail up the coast. I must admit I was very impressed both by her and the skipper" at which point I toasted my can in Gary's direction. Damien looked from me to Gary and back to me again. "So exactly how do you two know each other? You seem to be like old friends, yet before today I've never seen or heard of you Luke?" "It's a long story." I replied trying to be mysterious. "We've got all evening, you can't get out of it that easily!" he retorted. "Okay okay" I said in mock surrender raising my hands in the air at the same time. "Gary and I are actually old school friends. We grew up and went to the same school in Reading. We drifted apart when we went to university, our lives on different paths, then last weekend by sheer fluke we happened to bump into one another. The rest as they say is history." Gary added "I had always fancied Luke at school but never got the chance to do anything about it at the time. However when we met again, it was as if all the intervening years had never happened and my feelings for him are just as strong, if not stronger now. The one thing we are certain of is that we are not going to drift apart again, isn't that so Luke?" "Sure is." I agreed whole heartedly. "Right so there's this intervening gap, what brought you down to this neck of the woods?" Lawrence asked clearly intrigued by our little tale. Taking a deep breath I continued "Having completed my A-Levels at school I went to Brighton University to do a degree in Chemistry & Biological Sciences. I spent three years doing that course and then did another further year studying Pharmaceuticals. By the end of four years I was fully qualified for a career in pharmacology but I was up to my neck in debt." I glanced over at Gary before carrying on "One day I saw an advert asking for fit young men for private photographic work, good rates of pay offered. No prizes for guessing that it would involve taking my clothes off but having gone along for an audition it was purely glossy magazine soft porn stuff for the gay press and an occasional girly mag. It was easy money and paid well which when combined with a couple of part time jobs helped me repay my student loan quickly. It was during one of these shoots that I met Clive Modina, a charismatic photographer who quickly became the centre of my universe both professionally and relationship wise. Within a year I had moved from Brighton to Truro where he lived and I started working at the Royal Cornwall Hospital as a Pharmacist. For the next few years life was ideal, a job I loved and a man I adored. I let him use me as a subject model for his developing interest in painting and everything was going well until he opened his "Modina Studio" down by the harbour in St. Ives. Slowly he changed becoming more distant and working in the studio all the time, I accepted the situation not knowing any better until one day a friend let it slip that he had seen Clive outside his studio chatting very cosily to a young guy and it was apparent that they were more than good friends. Naturally I refused to believe that it was more than my friend overreacting, but the doubts kept gnawing at me each time Clive was late back from work. One day I asked him if he was having an affair, he admitted to it quite readily and even seemed relieved that it was out in the open. Two days later he had moved his belongings out and I began the legal proceedings to get the flat into my sole possession. I have been single ever since spending my time between my job, doing some voluntary work with the Truro gay scene and supporting my sister Mel whose husband walked out on her not long after Clive and I split up. That folks is my tale, anyone have any questions?" I said trying to make light of it and rather glad my monologue was now over. Lawrence sat there thoughtfully for a minute before his face lit up and exclaimed "Duh! Of course! Now I know where I recognise you from, it's Modina Studios. Why didn't I realise sooner? My friend Sarah works there as the receptionist come seller of Clive's work and there's a life size portrait of you in the entrance hall. Personally I think it's very good regardless of the man who painted it." He smiled apologetically at me for praising the painter in case I took offence given my story. I shrugged it off and said "Its ancient history now. I have put it behind me and moved on as they say. Right then, are those chops cooked yet? I'm starving." This effectively closed the subject on my life and we spent the next half an hour tucking into the chops along with rolls and salad – oh and more than a can or two of beer! Feeling pleasantly full I wiped my mouth on a spare napkin before announcing "Well you guys have heard all about me and my past, now it's your turn to spill the beans. Who's going to go first?" Damien spoke up "Okay, fair enough, I'll go first. Let me see, where shall I begin? Mmm perhaps when we moved here would be a good place to start. We moved in here about eleven years ago just as we were due to start senior school. For the first couple of years it was like a building site as mum and dad renovated the inside of the house and converted the walled garden into the pool area. From an early age we showed potential as being good swimmers and dad being very competitive himself was determined to turn us into world class swimmers at the very least. Most of my teenage years seem to have been spent in the pool churning up length after length honing my skills and stamina. Although I enjoy swimming it's never been my burning ambition to compete so dad was very disappointed in me when having qualified at fifteen to represent my school in the county competitions I announced that I was more interested in pursuing an academic path. For the next couple of years it was a battle of wills but I won in the long run and headed off to Southampton University to undertake a degree in Business Studies. The irony is that for years as a teenager dad and I were at logger heads, but having finished the degree and moved back home, we get on brilliantly and are closer than ever. I now even work with him as part of the family business. There is only one subject which never gets broached and that is my sex life, they hint and hint about finding me the right girl and having grand kids but I don't bite telling them that there's plenty of time and I'm too young to worry about that sort of thing just yet. To be honest I haven't met the right girl or boy that I want to settle down with but I'm always open to suggestions...." he trailed off giving me a sly wink. "Oi you, hands off he's mine!" Gary growled "I've warned you already about poaching on my territory." Damien held up his hands laughing but still couldn't resist throwing me a come to bed look, which I did my best to ignore. Lawrence, ever the gentleman, intervened by saying "I'm next I guess. I won't repeat what Damien's already told you, our paths diverged when he went off to university. I too did my A-Levels but I wasn't academic enough to do a degree nor anywhere a good enough swimmer like Damien to compete locally or nationally. Instead I remained in St. Ives and studied to become a life guard and then a personal fitness instructor at the leisure centre. Recently I have been seeking advice from both dad and Damien about setting up my own fitness company, I have ambitions, and it's just gaining the confidence to take that first step which is the hard bit." "Yeah I know what you mean" I replied "it's a mountain to climb at first but it does get easier especially as you gain more experience and therefore more confidence. Can I ask a question?" "Sure, ask away." He nodded encouragingly. "I understand that Gary rents an apartment from your mum and dad but I get the impression that you two know him in another sense other than just being the lodger, if you'll excuse the expression. I'm curious to know what the connection is." "Oh, that's easy." Lawrence replied. "We are all members of the 'Newquay & St. Ives Surfing Club' but we didn't actually become friends until after he moved into the apartment, only then did we realise that we had a connection. Having something in common helped us become friends initially and gave me the courage to increase my social network of friends and contacts. Gary has been very supportive towards both of us and I for one class him now as being one of my best friends". "Awe thanks mate, I'm touched." Gary chipped in. "Cool, now being totally nosey and you can tell me to mind my own business if you want but how on earth were you able to take my fist so easily?" I asked as the others chuckled in reaction to my question. A Chance Encounter She glided across the dance floor, music blaring, bass thumping, people grinding. Her steps were fluid, magical, ephemeral. Her hips swayed to the music, her arms floating about her in rhythmic patterns, her feet touching the floor there, there, and... there. She watched him, knowing he watched her. Surreptitiously at first, more demanding as she realized his attention was wholly on her. She should be worried, should be creeped out that in a club full of beautiful women, he had eyes only for her. The thought made her tingle with anticipation, and a gentle flush touched her high cheekbones. She moved again, this time coming closer, glancing at him, smiling at him. He smiled back at her, the shadows of the room obscuring him, and the dancing lights seeming to illuminate her in pearly incandescence. The light shifts as the music turns again, and the pearly luminescence shatters into a million shards of pulsing red. A moment, and her world drowns in the crimson lights of the club, and her pulse quickens as she begins to dance purely for him. She knows he's watching, she can feel his eyes on her, watching her, undressing her, wanting her. She shivers at the thought, and she glances back towards his seat. A smile curls the corner of her lips, and he beckons her over to him, a single flick of the wrist. Her heart thunders in her chest, and a thousand possibilities flood her mind. I'm not sure this is a good idea... Her conscious thoughts are a mere whisper; a single nagging moment quickly lost amidst the chaos of desire and need. He smiles at her as she sits next to him, a calm smile, a smile full of feral intensity. At his look, her knees begin to tremble and her fingers clinch on her upper thighs in an effort to regain control. He reaches out and gently brushes a curl of loose hair out of her face, his finger tracing an invisible line of fire across her cheek. She shudders at his touch, and the world seems to drop away, leaving her alone with this man, this predator. Fear spikes hard inside her chest, but she cannot seem to make the desire to leave show up in her emotional mindslate. She wants this man, dangerous be damned. "Hello, girl." His voice is soft, and yet somehow discernible above the tumult and noise of the club, it's sonorous strains slipping between words and notes and chaos to find her ears. She trembles again at the overwhelming power in his voice, and suddenly she knows she will do whatever he asks of her. "Good evening..." Her voice trails off, hoping to get a name, hoping to find some way to link him to something less ephemeral than a feral arousal and the dampness between her thighs. He grins at her, his voice just as soft as before, but this time the timbre of his tone has adjusted slightly, and the gentleness of his voice belies the iron-hard command that rings within it. "Sir. You may refer to me as Sir, girl." A thrill shimmers through her body, only adding to the slow burn building in her cunt, and the final screams of protest from that tiny little voice that knew better was quashed into stillness. "Yes, Sir. I..." She struggles to find something, anything to say to this man, something that would engage him, keep him entertained, interested. "I'm pleased to meet you." Lame, and she knows it, but what else could she say? She glances at the floor, nervousness shimmering along her spine. He smiles again, almost as if he could see her tremors, as if he could sense her anxiety. "Come with me." The command was filled with such a certainty of obedience that she did. She couldn't explain how or why, but gods help her, she obeyed. The obedience didn't stop when he walked out of the club, nor when he opened the back door to his car, nor when he pulled away and drove out of the city and into the countryside. The ride was comfortable, quiet. Strains of soft classical music played from the radio, and she found herself being lulled into a sense of complacency by the monotony of the lights flashing by the tinted window. The door suddenly opens, and she stumbles quickly to catch herself before falling out onto the pavement. Her mind is bleary with sleep, and she barely begins to find coherence before a strong hand grabs her firmly by the back of the neck. "Come." The monosyllabic command came with intense force, and he drew her out of the car into near total darkness. She gasped in a mixture of pain and surprise, and struggled only briefly before she was shoved hard over the hood of the car. Confusion was suddenly mingled with arousal as he forced her hands back behind her and quickly bound them together, expertly restraining them just at the point where the stretch could become pain. "What... what's going on?" She mumbled, breathless suddenly, desire heating her voice to a sultry timbre. He didn't answer her, instead sliding some sort of hood over her head, blocking out what little light remained. She could hear his breathing somehow, his long slow breaths sounding like the breath of god in her ears over the pounding of her heart in her chest. She could feel him behind her, a malevolent presence that beckoned to her like a flame to a moth. She knew he was dangerous, she could feel it in every pore of her trembling body, and yet... and yet, she wanted this man more powerfully NOW than before. "Come." Again the monosyllabic command, and again the gentle but firm hand guided her from the back of her neck. He led her through a doorway and what seemed like a long hallway. She could hear nothing but the soft clicks of their shoes against the hard surface of the hallway, and the occasional rustle of their clothing. She couldn't even tell if the hall was lit or not, the darkness inside her hood was so absolute. She felt nothing against her skin, other than that the air here was warm and dry, without any noticeable current to its movement. It seemed they walked a long way before he suddenly ordered her to stop and stand there unmoving. A sound suddenly erupted in the air before her, as if a large door was suddenly opened and she could feel the suction of its passing. She drew in a deep breath, as if knowing what was about to come. "You are at a threshold, girl." His voice was soft, the iron strength of command replaced with a tone of absolute confidence and surety. "If you pass this threshold, you will belong to me. After this, there will be no turning back, Pandora's box will have been opened, and you'll never regain the innocence and ignorance in which you have lived your life to this point." A sudden chill passed through her, the thrill of fear drawing a knife's edge down her back and dampening her arousal. What did she want from this man? And what did he mean when he said she'd belong to him? Uncertainty clouded her mind for but a moment, destroyed in the heartbeats after its inception by the raging flame of her desire and curiosity. She had to know. Tentatively she stepped forward, free of his hand on her, making her decision with certainty and poise. She could not see it, but she knew that he smiled at her, and a thrill of pleasure at knowing that she had been the cause of that smile tingled at the base of her spine. This was how she found herself bound, naked and trembling, a dark hood over her head, her hands stretched above her head, her skin prickling with the gentle chill in the air, the unknowable sounds of the man that had captivated her, drawn her in all around her. She yearned for his touch, could feel the faint lines of his fingertips on her like fire, and all she could think of in her desire-clouded mind was one simple question. "What next?" A Chance Encounter Astrid sat against the wall. It was freezing. She'd have to find somewhere a bit more sheltered to spend the night, but for now, she just needed to sit down. This time 4 months ago had been so different. She'd lived in a nice house and wanted for nothing, partied every night and had plenty of friends. But a few months earlier her investment banker father along with her mother had been arrested on suspected fraud. All their assets had been frozen and she'd been unceremoniously chucked out of their gated mansion. The many friends she'd once had were no longer interested now that she wasn't buying the Cristal. Hence why the 22 year old was sitting against a wall in just a raggy black strap top and ripped skinny jeans with bare feet on a freezing cold night. Everything she had managed to take with her had been stolen or she'd sold it for pitiful amounts of money just to get the occasional hot meal. The last time she'd managed to grab a shower was a month ago when she had sneaked into a swimming pool. She was positively disgusting, and she knew it. It had been a long day at the bank. Mr Raven walked to his car as he thought about what to cook for dinner and ultimately going to bed. Alone. Again. Nothing had been the same since she'd decided it was time to 'grow up and have a normal life' and walked out on their agreement. That was her choice and he respected that, but he'd also had to grow up and start doing things for himself. And maybe she was right? At the age of 30, maybe he should be thinking of growing up and settling down. He wasn't short of offers. At their parties, his older colleagues were always hopefully introducing him to their airhead, spoilt brat daughters. But one night with any of those brainless bimbos was enough. He shook himself from his own thoughts and fumbled for his keys in his pockets. He put his keys in the car door. As he did, he heard footsteps behind him. Ignoring them, he went to open the car door. She saw him walking to his expensive looking car. She wasn't usually one to approach strangers, but she was desperate. It was freezing, and even if he just gave her enough to buy a coffee she'd be beyond grateful. She dragged her ass of the ground and made a shaky beeline for the smartly dressed, attractive man. He had his back to her. 'Excuse me' she said quietly 'I don't suppose you have any change please? It's freezing and I could really do with a warm drink...' she looked at the floor, feeling ashamed of what she had become. The man swizzled round with a startled look on his face 'oh....erm.....' he muttered as he delved into his pockets, once again fumbling , but this time for coins to give this downcast dishevelled young woman. As he pulled his hand out of his pocket the small amount of change he had in his pocket flew out, hitting the pavement with jangle. She dropped to her knees in desperation to collect the scattered coins. When she had finished picking them up she realised she was picking up spare change on her knees in front of a complete stranger. The realisation of the situation hit her and tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her grubby cheeks. ' I'm sorry' she whispered 'I shouldn't have bothered you, but I was desperate, I should go....' Raven looked down at the grotty young lady crying on the floor in front of him, as she looked up at him he recognised something about her....what was it...? 'No, don't apologise, you just startled me' he said. As he stared down he noticed one of her large breasts half hanging out of her ill-fitting top. He couldn't deny that having a half-naked young woman in front of him sobbing on her knees, no matter how trampy she was, was turning him on. Then it clicked into his brain...she was Robert Downs daughter, he had almost brought the bank down a few months earlier, it seemed that not only was he now paying for it, but so was his bratty socialite daughter. He inwardly grinned. As she was starting to lift herself off the ground he introduced himself ' I'm Raven' he said, knowing she wouldn't remember him, let alone spurning his advances last Christmas. 'Astrid' she said to the floor whilst wiping her now wet face with the back of her hand. Raven grinned, reached into his pocket and held up a dollar bill 'Say, Astrid how would you like to earn this?' with a glint in his eye. She contemplated the small amount of change in her hand, realising she wouldn't get much for it. 'By doing what?' 'Show me your breasts' he was now looking directly into her eyes This was getting weird, but these few coins weren't going to get her anywhere. At least she could get a coffee with a dollar. She glanced around nervously. 'It's okay' the man said 'it's just us' She looked away and slowly lifted the rim of her baggy strap top until it was above her ample chest. Her nipples immediately stood to attention in the cold night air. She looked away and couldn't believe what she was doing. She shivered in the freezing air and her tits jiggled. Ravens cock stiffened as Astrid's large tits shook as she shivered in the cold. He was going to take advantage of this situation as much as he could. 'Push them together for me' 'That wasn't the deal...' she looked at him with her dead eyes. He simply waved the dollar. She tucked her top under her chin and brought her hands up to her grubby tits, cupped them and pushed them together and stood there whilst Raven appraised his new toy. It wasn't enough, she needed breaking.... 'Okay Astrid, you can put them away now.' 'Oh...sure' She stuttered, pulling her top down before taking her hard earned cash. Raven dug deeper in his pocket and pulled out 10 dollars and held it up whilst staring at the desperate mess standing before him. ' I've never seen a woman piss in the street before' It was all he could do to stop himself laughing out loud at the look of sheer horror on her face. But he was pretty sure having already humiliated herself once; she'd do it again.... 'Are you fucking serious?' she almost shouted He stared at her and then at a drain just past his car. 'Look at me whilst you do it and make sure I get a good view' Astrid was close to tears again, but 10 dollars could get her a few good meals....was it that big a deal? 'fucking perv...'she muttered before undoing her ripped jeans, pulling them to the floor and stepping out of them, before taking down her dirty black thong to reveal her unwashed, stinky, very hairy muff. She walked past the man towards the drain and let out a defeated sigh. She turned around to face the Raven and stood over the disgusting looking drain, a bit unsure how to go about it. The man obviously saw the anxious look on her face. 'squat down over the drain with your legs open, lean back on your left hand and open your flaps with your right hand so that I can see properly' he said confidently. She immediately did as she was told 'and fucking look at me' he growled. As she let go, staring into this strange man's eyes, tears started to roll down her cheeks as a yellow stream of piss squirted from in-between her legs into the drain. When she was finished, she stayed squatting as her piss dripped into the drain and 10 dollars landed on the floor in front of her. The stench of the drain and piss hit his nostrils. 'Well that was quite something Astrid' Raven said in a more comforting voice 'Thank You' knowing she was completely broken and he was definitely going to get his way. By the time the pitiful slut was off the ground he had whipped a 20 dollar bill out of his wallet. 'Do one more thing for me and you can have this 20 dollars and a place to stay, a warm meal and a shower.......all you have to do is fuck me in that alleyway' 'I'm not a whore....' She whispered, looking at the rubbish strewn alleyway 'You will be for me' thought Raven as he simply turned and walked towards the gross alley. A moment later he heard her throw her clothes under his car and run after him. 'Your best bet is probably to lean over that can' it was more of an order than an offer. 'Okay' she muttered as she walked over the trash on the floor and placed her hands on the can and bent over with her legs apart, showing her hairy pussy and grazed and bruised ass. 'I haven't...erm...I don't have much experience' she whispered as she heard a zipper and a few seconds later felt cold fingers lightly brushing her clit. 'We'll soon fix that problem' Raven growled as he pressed the head of his cock against her cunt opening. The more he played with her clit, the more the horrendous smell of her unwashed cunt hit him, to his surprise it was making him even more horny. Raven slapped Astrid's ass with his spare hand, illiciting a whimper from the girl, before leaning forward and grabbing her knotty hair and pulling it back. He could feel her juices on the end of his shaft as she tried to spear herself on his length. 'Do you want my cock Astrid?' 'yes...! please!' she was almost begging He gripped her hair tighter 'ask me properly girl' 'Please can I have your cock inside me sir? I want your cock inside me' With that Raven rammed his full length inside of her with her startled screams bouncing off the alley walls. He rammed her again and again, feeling her shaking and moaning beneath him, on top of the clanging trash can. 'This is for my pleasure, not yours. Don't you dare fucking cum before I'm done' he reminds her groaning....before shooting his warm load inside her grotty hole. He furiously rubbed her clit as she tightened around his shaft. 'Please can I cum now?' she strains helplessly from over her bin 'Do it whore!' Raven shouts as he pulls out, leaving her to squirt her juices all down her legs. Astrid slides down the can, again on her knees. In a puddle of her own juices as she recovers from what just happened. She feels her hair being grabbed again by Raven, this time wiping his now limp cock with it before zipping up his jeans. 'Come on, let's go slut' He calls as he wanders towards the car. Astrid rises to her feet in a daze before slowly and willingly following... A Chance Encounter "Where the fuck are you?" The voice on the other end of the phone was screaming at me. "You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago, I have important clients with me, and they're waiting to have dinner, and you aren't here. Get your arse into gear and get over here, NOW!" I tried to be calm but it wasn't easy in the face of this barrage of abuse. "I have told you that I am not meeting you, I am not meeting you now or in the future. I will not put up with your abuse any longer, and if you call me again, or try to see me I will take out an intervention order," I paused for a second, "And if you ignore this I will go to the media and they will crucify you." I didn't give him a chance to respond, mainly because I didn't want to hear his voice again and I didn't want to give him the right of reply. For once I regretted that we no longer had those old phones that you could slam down for dramatic effect, pushing a touch pad just doesn't give you the same satisfaction. There's this old song I remember from my Grandpa's record collection that goes; 'what a difference a day makes'. What a difference six months makes in a relationship like the one that I'm trying to extricate myself from. Chance Martin owned the room as soon as he walked through the door. It was a combination of his handsome face and trim athletic body, and the way that he walked, he didn't strut like some peacock, he just held himself erect and exuded confidence. His first action was to 'scope the room', his words for taking it all in and looking for someone interesting. Six months ago that someone was me. As he approached, his focus was on me, if someone approached him he held up his hand to forestall intervention and said, softly, 'later'. Indicating that he wouldn't forget to speak to that person, but for now he had someone else, dare I say it more important, to speak to. He walked up to me holding out his hand. "You know me, but who are you?" Now I realised the arrogance of that opening line, but at the time I was sort of over-awed by the whole thing. The fact that he interrupted a conversation that I was having with Jennifer (do not call me 'Jen', it's Jennifer and if it's good enough for Aniston, it's good enough for me) and Nadia from work, didn't seem to bother him at all. "Renee, Renee Thorne." I managed to stammer out. He kissed me on the cheek. "Introductions over, come with me." My first instinct was to resist, but Jennifer and Nadia both signalled that I should go, and just being seen with the famous Chance Martin was a major social coup that just can't be ignored, so I went with him. We worked the room as they say, stopping to speak to people that he deemed important enough, he accepted drinks from friends and bought drinks for people he wanted to impress. Even in this he had style, he would catch the eye of the bartender, always the pretty one, indicate that she should replenish the drinks of those he indicated, and he'd point to the bar and wiggle his finger to indicate that it was to go on his tab. No words were exchanged between them but she would smile and do his bidding. He introduced me to those close enough, "This is my very good friend Renee Thorne, you will be seeing much more of her." He didn't actually say that I was his girlfriend, but the implication was there and the media took it as a given that I was his new squeeze. We were seen at several other hot-spots that evening, and it was always the same thing, he'd introduce me as his very good friend that they'd be seeing more of in future. It wasn't until around two-thirty in the morning that he held his door open for me. His apartment was a reflection of the man, there were framed movie posters on the walls of the films he had starred in and on a purpose built shelf there were a couple of awards that he received for his roles. He pointed to a space on the shelf. "That's for my Oscar, next year should be the year." His place, like him, exuded confidence. He poured me a drink and as I sipped it, it occurred to me that he hadn't asked me whether I wanted a drink or what I'd like, he assumed, correctly as it turned out, that I wanted what he had poured for me. We sat on this huge sofa and listened to music while he began to use his charm on me. The back of his fingers brushed my cheek as he spoke in hushed tones. "You really are an amazingly beautiful girl, you know that don't you?" "No, I don't consider myself beautiful." I didn't, each time I looked at myself I found something else that wasn't perfect. "Wrong answer, you are beautiful and you should act beautiful. Look at me, there was a time when I didn't think that I was handsome, but I just kept telling myself that I was, and acting like I was, and before I knew it I was being told how handsome I was. Do you see how it works? I would never have gotten the parts that I have on my acting ability alone." "I don't know, I don't have your confidence to pull it off." He bent to me and kissed me, his soft lips merely brushing mine but sending electric shocks right through my body. I felt the tip of his tongue on my lips and I opened mine to allow him to enter. It brushed against my teeth until I opened even further and then it was caressing my tongue. My experience of this in the past has been of the guy shoving his tongue into my mouth thinking that I would enjoy it enough to let him fuck me, but this was different, I was in danger of letting him make love to me. He must have sensed that I was ready to capitulate, his hand was on my breast and his fingers were brushing my hardening nipples through the soft fabric of my dress. I lied to him. "Don't." I wasn't wearing a bra because I didn't need one to hold them up and a bra would have spoiled the line of the dress so there was no stopping them reacting to the sensation of his attentions, just as there was no stopping my reactions, I was moist and sure that he could smell me. His hand went to the zipper and slid it down, at the same time his other hand was slipping the shoulder straps over my shoulders, and I was now naked from the waist up. "You are incredibly beautiful." I didn't know whether he was talking to me or my boobs, and I didn't care. His mouth captured one of them and his tongue encircled my nipple sending my head into a spin, I couldn't believe that, here I was in the apartment of, and in the arms of, the handsomest movie star in the cosmos. I held his head to me for I don't know how long before he pulled back. "Would you like to get a little more comfortable?" "Mmm, yes please." I whispered. "Come," He stood up and taking my hand he lifted me to my feet. My dress dropped to the floor before I realised it. "Leave it." So I stepped out of it and followed, I had no alternative because he had his arm around me, him to his bedroom. He pulled the sheets down and I was just about to lower myself onto the bed. "You should take your panties off, you won't be needing them." So I took them off and climbed into his bed. He stripped off and I admired his physique as he folded his trousers over a chair before climbing in beside me. His lips were on mine and his hands were on either side of my face as he ever so gently kissed me. "Don't let anyone tell you that you aren't beautiful." He kissed me again. "Because you are." Another kiss. "And I wouldn't be at all surprised if I wasn't falling in love with you." This kiss lasted longer, much longer. I felt a hand leave my face and cup a breast as his lips moved to my neck. He kissed my neck and I could feel his teeth in my skin, not enough to leave a love bite, and the sensation was more intense. I was squirming beside him and the juices were flowing from my pussy. He began to kiss his way down my body, firstly to my throat, then on to each breast in turn, taking a long time to thoroughly explore them before moving down to my navel where his tongue explored inside it (I hoped that I'd got all of the lint out when I showered earlier) before moving slowly down the plain of my stomach to my pussy. When his tongue parted my pussy lips I lost all control, my hips were quivering under his onslaught on my pussy. His tongue was inside me and I swear that I'd had smaller cocks in there. "Oh my god," I sobbed as I pushed my hips up to his face, and I didn't even believe in God. He let me come down a little from my orgasm before he moved between my legs and I felt his cock slide into me. It was huge, it was longer than any I'd seen, even those I'd seen in my brother's porn DVD's, and it was thicker than I thought I could handle, but my pussy managed somehow to open up enough to take all of it. This guy knew how to fuck! He was slow, he was gentle, he had stamina and before he was anywhere near finishing I was in the throes of either a series of orgasms, or one long, non-stop, glorious orgasm. I have never in my entire life experienced anything as wonderful as this, and I wanted more of it, much more. He began to pick up the pace until his wonderful cock was sliding in and out of my sopping wet pussy. He kissed me at the same instant as I felt him come inside me. For some reason it was then that I thanked the god that I didn't believe in that I was on the pill. He stayed inside me, taking the weight of his upper body on his elbows, he looked at me, "That was the most amazing sexual experience of my life. You are not only the most beautiful woman, but the most sexy," he kissed me, "and sensual one. I love you Renee Thorne, I really love you." "And I love you Chance Martin, very much." I kissed him, my tongue seeking his and my arms around his neck. We stayed lip-locked until I could feel his cock growing inside me. "I want you, all of you." I pushed down on his cock, forcing it deep inside me. "Give it to me, don't stop, ever." I don't know how many times I came that night, or how many times he came in me before exhaustion took over and we collapsed into a deep sleep. I felt him stirring beside me and reached over to caress his cock. It was still sticky from our love making and, when I felt my pussy it was tender and there was some of his come still in there and a large sticky patch on the sheet under me. We had made one hell of a mess of his bed. "Hi." His voice was still half asleep. "What time is it?" He looked at the window and the sun pouring through the curtains. "It must be late." He moved over and kissed me. "And you are to blame for that, you seduced me and wouldn't let me go, you trapped me." "Good morning to you too." I kissed him. "I didn't see you trying to get away from me, and as for seducing you, I think you were the one doing all the seducing, not that I'm complaining." He kissed me again and his hand found my pussy again and his finger was deep inside me. "I think that we should add to this mess before we get out of bed, don't you?" He moved over me and his cock was soon deep inside me." "Be gentle, it's still sore from last night." It wasn't long before I forgot all about him being gentle and urged him to greater things. "Please harder, harder, give it to me, there, there, harder, harder, oh god (him again) come in me, please come in me, oh god, yes." I came like I'd never come before, my juices streaming from me, flooding the bed, and then he came. "I've never squirted like that before. You really know how to please a girl don't you?" "I wouldn't do this to just anyone, you know that don't you?" "I should hope not. I'm never going to leave you because no one will ever be able to live up to your standards and I will never want anything less." "You promise?" "Yes, I promise. I love you." "I love you too. Now I think that we should get out of this bed and make an attempt to clean up our mess. But first I need to clean you up." I thought that he was going to get a towel or something to wipe up the mess in and around my pussy, but no, he bent to it and began to lick me clean, so of course I had to do the same to him, something that I'd never done before, these really was a night of firsts. Before I'd finished with his cock it was standing again. "What the hell." I said as I straddled him and lowered myself onto his huge cock. "Be gentle, I don't think there's much skin left on him." So I was gentle for a time until he began to thrust up, driving his cock deep into me, grunting with each thrust until, "I'm coming, aargh!" He thrust up as hard as he could and I could feel his come spurting up inside me as I came. He dropped back onto the bed. "Enough, I need to rebuild my strength or I'll die." I stayed on him long enough for his cock to go down before rolling off him. "I'm fucked in all senses of the word, I don't think that I can handle any more of you." "Does that mean ever?" "No, for the time being, I'll be walking funny for days." "What about me, he's red raw and I don't think I'll be able to wear jocks." "You'll just have to go commando, won't you?" We were lucky that it was Sunday and we could walk around his apartment without clothes on. His cock did look a little tender and my pussy was about the same colour as a mandrill's arse (look it up) and felt as if someone had jammed a large salami up it. We stripped the sheets from the bed and tossed them into the laundry hamper before making the bed. Then it was time for a shower. He had one of those 'monsoon shower' things that covered just about the whole of the ceiling over the shower recess, and it did feel like a monsoon shower, we were covered in wall to wall warm water as we lathered each other and washed the remnants of our passion from each other. Chance dabbed me gently with a soft, warm towel, taking care between my legs. So, of course I had to reciprocate, gently patting his cock dry. He flinched when I touched it and it made a half-hearted attempt at standing up before I stopped in sympathy to his plight. We worked together to produce a meal of sorts from what was available in his kitchen. "You don't eat at home often do you?" "Not if I can help it, no." I caught the look on his face. "I think that the very least that I can do is to feed you. We're having dinner at my place tonight." That was what he wanted to hear. The afternoon was spent in recovery mode, just lazing around doing not a lot with relaxing music in the background, kissing when the mood took us but going no further than that. He kept telling me how beautiful I was until I was half believing him, I was walking around with a new spring in my step that matched his, and as I watched him, I was picking up on the things that made him so self-confident looking. A new me was in its genesis. We reluctantly got dressed, me in my party frock from last night and he in designer casual clothes that were accessorised to perfection from, the Rolex on his wrist to the gold bracelet on the other and the gold chain around his neck, to the diamond stud in his ear and Bollé sunglasses. I felt a little strange in my party frock until he told me to wear it with pride. "It doesn't matter what you wear, if your wear it with pride people will see that you are confident in yourself. I have seen people, men and women, wearing clothes that cost a fortune and still looking like slobs, while others can get away with wearing cast-offs because they wear them as if they cost a fortune." He drove me home and I gave him my key so that he could open the door for me. "Very good, you're learning, most girls would open their own door and immediately start to apologise about the mess their place is in, even if it isn't. By giving me your key, you are telling me that this your place, you're proud of it and I'm welcome to enter." I was glad that I'd tidied up before I went out last night or I might not have been able to pull that one off. I took his jacket and tossed it casually over the lounge chair, this told him that the sofa was ours, there would be no individual seating arrangements. The light on my answer machine was blinking and there were three messages, the first two from Jennifer and the third from Nadia, both wanting to know how I got on with Prince Charming. I ignored them, and led him into the kitchen. I pointed to a cupboard. "There's wine in there, would you choose one that goes home made pizza." He opened the cupboard and began taking out bottles of wine and reading the labels and commenting as he went, while I took a frozen pizza base from the freezer and turned the oven on to high. I placed a pizza stone in the oven to heat while I prepared my favourite, a seafood pizza. I was taking a leaf from his book in not asking him what he wanted and assuming that he would eat what I produced. "There's too many choices here, what would you suggest?" Was this him testing me to see how much I knew of wine or just what my taste in wine was. "If I was making a ordinary pizza I'd say go for a Shiraz, any will do, but it's a seafood one so I think that a Cabernet will be better, there's some Majella (from the Coonawarra in South Australia) in there, go back about ten years." He searched until he found a ten year old wine and opened it, sniffing the cork (no it didn't have a screw cap). He got two glasses from the sideboard and filled them to about two thirds full. He took a sip of his. "This is nice." He stood next to me as I placed the pizza onto the stone. "How long have we got." "Not long enough for what you have in mind. Why don't we see what music we can find." I led the way to my record collection and we looked through my collection of CD's for something appropriate for the occasion. Soon my apartment was filled with 'Fingal's Cave' from Mendelssohn's Hebrides Suite. The oven timer interrupted the mood and I went to extract our meal from it. The crust was golden and crispy around the edges and just as crispy under the filling. "I presume that you like a crispy crust to your pizza." "How did you guess?" "I think that I'm getting to know you." I cut it into eight pieces and we sat on the floor with pizza and wine between us and had an indoor picnic. It seemed to me to be the right thing to do, so I did it. "I don't normally sit on the floor to eat but this is just right, thank you." "Thank you, thank you for a wonderful night last night, and today was the perfect follow up to it, and I want more of the same." "And you shall have more of the same." He bit into a slice of pizza and the cheese strung out as he pulled it away from his mouth. He used his finger to lift the cheese string and place it into his mouth and in that one movement he had revealed to me his origins before he became what he is now, and I think that I'll like that persona better than his current one, at least I won't have to compete with every other girl for his attention. The pizza and wine finished at about the same time as the music so I got to my feet and picked up the plate and glasses. Chance stood and went to take them from me. "No, sit," I pointed to the sofa, I'll just put these in the sink and worry about them in the morning." I came back and he'd put more music on and was sitting, waiting for me. If last night was great, tonight was even better. Last night I was passive during the preliminaries and until we were in bed and had made love for the first time. Tonight I am an active participant in the process, returning his kisses and searching for his cock, first through the layers of clothes and then through his open flies. "Gentle, it's still sore." "What it needs is a nice warm, moist, massage." "And where am I going to find one of those?" His hand was under the hem of my dress and working its way up my leg. "Just keep looking and you'll find it." When we dressed to come home I had decided that if he wasn't wearing jocks I wouldn't wear knickers, so when his hand reached the junction of my legs it was a short step for his finger to find and enter my pussy. "Would you like to get a little more comfortable?" I issued the same invitation to him that he had to me last night. A Chance Encounter "Yes please." His response was the same as mine. I stood up and held out my hand to him and led him to my boudoir. Last night was all about sex, great sex, making passionate love until we dropped from exhaustion, but tonight was about recovery, my pussy massaged his cock with its warm juices while his cock massaged the inside of my pussy with a firm but gentle stroke, until we both came, and then we went to sleep in each other's arms. I had just enough time when I woke up to shove him out the door before dashing to the shower and hitting the make-up to repair the ravages of the weekend and scamper to my car for the drive to the station to catch a train to work. "Where have you been and why don't you answer your phone" Jennifer and Nadia said as one as I walked into the office. "I didn't answer the phone because I didn't want to discuss my weekend in front of him, and yes, I spent Saturday night and all of Sunday with him. Last night was in my bed because we made a mess of his." "No! I don't believe it, shy little Renee shagging the biggest hunk on Earth! Tell us all of the gory details, how many times did you come? Is he as good as the rumours say that he is, come on girl, spill." "Yes he is as good, no he's better than good, he is perfect, his cock is perfect, perfectly long and perfectly thick, god I can hardly walk, and as for how many times did I come? I ran out of fingers, and that was in the first hour." "No, I'm so jealous. Are you going to see him again?" In an example of great timing, there was a tap on the door and Julie, the Receptionist handed me a bunch of a dozen red roses. "These just came for you, delivered in person by Chance Martin." She sighed as she left. "I guess that answers the question." I read the card and a smile came over my face; "To my perfect woman, to remind you of me until we meet again. C XXXXX. Ps: I will pick you up at 6:00." I put the card in my pocket. "What does it say?" Nadia asked. "Nothing exciting, just that he thinks I'm perfect and he's picking me up at 6:00." "No way!" They both shouted "What's all the excitement?" Bryce, our boss asked as he came into the office. "Nothing." I said quietly. "Nothing bullshit. This woman has just spent the whole weekend with the biggest hunk in the Universe and she says that it's nothing. She's been with Chance Martin." "I know, it's all over the papers this morning, there's a photo of the two of them somewhere on Saturday night and the caption is saying that Chance Martin has fallen hard for an unknown beauty. You won't be unknown for long, we're already having to cope with tabloid hacks trying to out-scoop each other and speak to you. It won't happen in this office, and might I remind you, fame or no fame, there's work to be done." I didn't take long for me to realise that fame and I didn't go together. Having to send out for lunch is one thing, but being mobbed as I left work was another thing entirely, they even followed me onto the train and some of them started interviewing other passengers to see if they could get some gossip on me. It escaped them totally that I don't normally catch the train home, and only did it tonight in the hope of getting rid of them. As I walked from the station a man approached me and handed me a note. It was from Chance telling me to go with the man and he would take me to where we were to meet for dinner. "I'm Dwayne and I'm Mr Martin's driver and minder. Don't worry miss, you caught them on the hop catching the train and, because they don't know where you live, they weren't able to call the cavalry to meet you at the station, so unless they can catch a cab in a hurry we've given them the slip. Don't worry miss, I'm used to running interference for Mr Martin." It should have been an enjoyable evening, the beginning looked promising, the meal was great, Chance was his attentive best, the drive home to my place was great, both of us sitting in the back of the car kissing and cuddling and working out if it was possible for him to stay over, when Dwayne interrupted us. "Sorry to disturb you Mr Martin, but we have a problem." "What is it Dwayne?" We sat up and could see the street outside my place was jammed with paparazzi waiting for me, for us to get home. "How could they have found out my address?" I asked both but neither in particular. Neither answered. "What do I do Mr Martin?" Dwayne asked. "Drive straight past and see if they follow, if they do lose them, if they don't we'll look for a nice discreet hotel where Renee can spend the night. If I don't go home they'll come looking for me and that'll mean checking out hotels, and you can be sure that there are some of them camped outside my building waiting to see if I bring Renee home with me. For the time being we'll play it safe." "Yes sir." He drove past my house to a barrage of flash-lights and photographers yelling for us to stop. We kept going and a scramble of cars, all jostling for the front spot, came after us. Dwayne had obviously done this before going by the ease that he lost the rabble, and we were soon returning to my place via a circuitous route. We thought that we were home free until our car pulled up out front, as Chance and I got out of the car we were blinded by a flashgun. "Chance, can we have a word?" "Leave us in peace." "How long have you and Renee been going together?" He asked as he followed us to the entrance to my apartment building. "No comment." "Renee, what does it feel like to be the centre of attention?" I took my cue from Chance. "No comment." "Are you going back to the States with him when he starts shooting on his new film?" "No comment." "Chance, there's a rumour going around that you've asked the Producers to find a role for Renee in your new film, is there any truth to this rumour?" "No comment. Now I am escorting Renee up to her apartment, and then I'm coming back down and getting in my car and driving home. I hope that you will give us a little privacy to say goodnight to each other." He opened the door and ushered me into the foyer. We were not followed. "What was that about you wanting me in your film? I hope you know that I've never acted in my life, I even tried unsuccessfully for a role in a school play, I was that bad that I didn't even get to play a tree." "He was just fishing for me to make a comment, this is the first that I've heard of this. You did well down there, I'm proud of you, you're not only beautiful, but smart. Now I'd better kiss and run, if I'm more than thirty seconds it'll be all over the media that we are lovers and I spent the night with you." "We are lovers, or had you forgotten that bit of news." He looked at me sharply. "Alright, kiss me and I'll go inside and crawl into my lonely bed." I turned my face up to him and we kissed. It lasted longer than thirty seconds, much longer, until I was in danger of dragging him inside and damn the consequences. With a great deal of effort we resisted the urge, and he left after promising to meet me tomorrow. The next morning I had to run the gauntlet to the cab I'd ordered because I'd left my car at the station yesterday, and then they followed me onto the train. Talk about a circus, from the commotion that they caused you'd have thought that I was some sort of celebrity instead of a lowly little office girl. Damn them, I wasn't going to let them intimidate me, I wasn't going to let anyone intimidate me ever again. I walked from the train with a new found confidence and they followed me to my work. I stopped outside the door and faced them. "I am going inside to work, I am just an ordinary office worker, pretty boring really, now I do not want you to follow me inside, and I do not want you to hang around out here on the off-chance that I'll come out. Once inside I will not be coming out until after five this evening, so go off and pester someone else." "Renee, did you spend the night with Chance?" "No comment." "When will you be seeing him again?" "No comment." "What about your role in his new film, have you signed a contract yet?" "No comment. That is the response that you'll be getting to any question that you ask, interpret it how you will, I have no control over what you write, now, please, I have work to do." I turned and went inside. "Did you, you know?" Jennifer asked as I put my bag into the bottom drawer of my desk. "No comment." "No fair Renee, we're your friends and we want to know the goss before anyone else, so give." "No comment." I said with a smile on my face that I knew they would interpret as I did. "So when are you resigning to become a famous movie star?" "No comment." I said with the same smile. Just then Bryce came in. "Renee, will I have to advertise your position anytime soon?" "No. Any rumours that you hear about me flitting off to Hollywood to become a movie star are just that, rumours." "Good, I don't want to lose you." There was something about the way that he said it that made me look at him. For a fleeting moment he had something other than his usual distant expression. The day progressed normally, if you can call getting another bunch of roses from Chance normal, and having to get Jennifer to get my lunch for me when she went for hers. She was an instant celebrity. "Do you work with Renee?" "No comment." I trained her well. "Are you close friends?" "No comment. Now leave me alone, please." Despite what we had said, or not said, the news was that I was definitely heading for Hollywood, and that Jennifer had refused to confirm or deny the rumours, which is tabloid speech for confirmation. Dwayne picked me up from work and managed to lose the mob before driving me to an office building. "They're waiting for you on the third floor. Good luck?" "Who are waiting for me?" He said nothing. I was confused and just a little scared, but the new improved me wasn't going to let those petty emotions stop me. With my back straight, head held high and a spring in my step, I walked through the door and took the lift to the third floor to be met by an assistant. "Welcome Renee, we've heard so much about you. Won't you come this way?" I followed her down the passageway to an office. She opened the door and stood aside for me to enter. There were two men seated and both stood as I entered. "Sit." The one behind the desk pointed to a vacant chair. "I'm Sloan Smith and this is Stirling Ryan and we are the producers of Chance's new film." "Pleased to meet you, but I'm a little confused here, why am I here?" "It has been suggested that we should look at you with the view to casting you in our film. Now we don't normally consider a complete novice for an important role such as this, and we know that you have no acting experience, but, we thought we should look at you and see what transpires. What do you think Sterling?" "She certainly has the looks and the poise, but we'll need to take her to the studio and see if the camera likes her." "Are you free for the next hour or so?" "Sure, why not." I had no plans, and Chance hasn't contacted me with any plans for this evening. "Come with us." I followed them to a room with bright lights and a huge mirror. "Siobhan will give you a quick make-up and then we'll proceed with the test. Don't worry it's not a full blown screen test, that will come on Saturday providing you pass this one." "No pressure then." I commented. They smiled and left me to Siobhan's tender mercies. "You have a great complexion, I'm just giving you a light touch of matt so that we don't get any reflections and that'll be it." She applied a brush to my face and stood back to admire her handiwork. "You'll do, come." She led me to a big room with a rostrum camera and film lighting. "That didn't take long." Sloan said. "There was not a lot that I needed to do, she has great skin and colouration." Siobhan said as she sat in one of those producers' chairs. "Okay Renee, could you sit in that chair, we'll start with expression shots. What I want you to do is to look at the camera and give me the expressions I need, can you do that?" "Sure, fire away." Exude confidence and it'll come, that's what Chance told me. "Okay, can you give me a pleased look?" I looked pleased. "Good, now sad." I looked like the end of the world had just happened, or that Chance had dumped me. "Great, can we have a tear?" My mother just died. "Really great, now let's try pensive." Pensive he got. "How about angry, can you give us angry?" I had just found out that Chance was cheating on me with some bimbo, angry he got. "That's really great. In fact it's much better than we expected." Now we need you to read through some lines just to hear your voice." He handed me a sheet of paper on which there were several paragraphs. "Do you want me to just read them or interpret them?" "Whatever you choose will be fine." So interpret them it was. I read through the lines and then delivered them as I believed the writer intended, it seemed to please both Sloan and Sterling. "Great, now what we want is for you to come here on Saturday for a proper screen test." He handed me a script. "We would like you to learn from page three to page ten, you'll begin with a monologue and finish talking to other cast. We'll run through what we need on Saturday, but for now we need you to know your lines, can you do that?" "Sure." I wasn't but they weren't to know it. Dwayne drove me to pick my car up from the station and I drove home to be met by the usual crowd. "How did the screen test go?" "What screen test?" "We know that you've just come from the studio, so how did it go?" "No comment." Let them place their own interpretation on that response. I brushed past them and went up to my apartment. There was a message from chance on my machine, so Ii rang him. "Hi, it's me." I was glad that he didn't ask 'me who'? "Hi Darling, how did it go?" "I've got a screen test on Saturday, when can I see you?" "Is there anyone outside?" I went to the window and looked down at the street, I seemed to have been abandoned at last. "Doesn't look like it." "Great, I'm coming over." Shit! I need to tidy the place up and what if he wants me to feed him, what do I do about that? I scrambled around tidying before I thought 'fuck it, if he doesn't like the 'this' me that's just too bad.' I looked in the pantry to see what inspiration I could generate, there wasn't much to go on. Chance didn't have food on his mind. He kissed me hello. "My cock's feeling all better." What an opening line. "And I suppose that you want me to wear it out again? Hi Darling, how was your day, what did you do?" ""This and that, I spent most of my time I spent just thinking about you, and what we're going to do tonight." "Aren't you lucky that my pussy has faded from bright red to pale pink and is just about ready to enjoy your cock. Do I need to feed you first or will you be able to survive on a cup of coffee?" "Coffee sounds good, unless you need to eat." I needed to but that could wait. "Come with me." I led him to my bed that still had traces of us on the sheets, I really need to change them. He came and stood in front of me and began to undress me, and I wasn't about to interrupt him, so I started on him and it almost became a race to see who could undress the other first. If it hadn't been for the pantihose he would have won. I had really missed the sensation of his cock over the past day and a bit, but I got over it quickly as we made love, my pussy luxuriating in the long strokes of his magnificence, and the sensation when he flooded my insides with his come, life doesn't get much better than this, in bed with the man that you love, and who loves you, and has a great way of showing his love, non-stop for four hours except for the occasional breather and stop for a pee. Chance left me at six in the morning, not early enough as it turned out. Now the world will know what they've suspected, that we are lovers. Dwayne was waiting for him out front as he 'no commented' his way to the car through a continuous barrage of questions and flashes. My turn was about to come. There were no fewer of them when I left, I ran to my car and drove through them, speeding off once I'd cleared the log-jam and driving straight to work where I parked in the carpark out back. "All hail to the queen, what would you like your loyal subjects to do for you today?" I was greeted by a genuflecting couple of friends as I entered to office. "Did you see the morning TV news this morning? First there was Chance trying to sneak out of your apartment in the wee small hours and then there was you running the gauntlet of the paparazzi, and then we hear that you're up for a screen test on Saturday. Come on Renee, spill your guts, we want all of the juicy details." Nadia said. "There's nothing to tell, truly." "You are so not telling the truth. Our friend Renee Thorne is just about to be whisked off to Tinseltown to star in Megahunk Chance Martin's new film and she has nothing to tell us, pu-lease." "I don't know if I've even got the part, or if one even exists, and I'm not going anywhere just yet. What more can I say?" "Did he spend the night?" "You already know the answer to that, yes he did, and before you ask, yes we made love, end of story." I pulled out the script while I was eating my lunch. 'What's that you're reading?" Jennifer asked. "Oh this, it's just a script that I have to learn for Saturday, no big deal." "Let me have a look at it." She snatched it from my hand. "Hey this isn't any old script, it's not a walk-on one liner, it's a real live big part. Wow this is great! Do you need a hand to memorise it? I can play the other part for you." "It's a male role." "Just imagine I'm a male, imagine I'm Chance, it is his part isn't it?" "Yes, it's his part." "And there's some kissing in it." "Really, I hadn't got to that bit yet." I had, it was more than just kissing, and I was worrying about doing what we do in private, in front of a camera, could I pull it off? "Now give it back, I have to be word perfect by Saturday." Because we were now an item, it didn't matter if we spent time with each other, so life was so much easier, not having to hide from the media. I could go to his apartment, it meant running the gauntlet of a slowly dwindling media going in and out, but once inside it was brilliant, he was so attentive and loving. We discussed my upcoming screen test and he helped me with my lines so that I was word perfect by Saturday. I spent at least half an hour with Siobhan before she declared me ready for my big moment, then it was on to wardrobe for my costume, that fitted, and off to the set. This was different to the one where I'd done my screen test, it was the real deal complete with props and doors to walk through and a sofa to make out on. I met Dewey Bracken, the Director, who took me through what I would be doing. "We'll begin with the monologue, it's not that long but it's intense. You're a young woman wracked with self doubt and who is questioning why she is where she is and looking for the meaning of her life as it stands. Can you do that?" "Sure." "It's just that you don't come across as the type that has any self-doubt." "Believe me this isn't much of a stretch for me." "Good. You start on that spot there," He indicated a spot on the floor. "And you pace over to that spot over there, I want you to hit it about here." He indicated on my script what I should be saying when I reached the spot. "Then you turn and walk to the mirror on the wall over there and have a heated discussion with it, that's here." He indicated my lines. "Then you turn and walk to the sofa where you collapse in tears. Try to ignore the tracking camera that will be following you or the boom camera that will be behind you when you're talking to the mirror. Don't worry if you don't get it right the first time, we're used to that. Ready?" A Chance Encounter I walked to the spot. The Clapper loader stood in front of the camera; "Renee screen test take one!" "Camera to speed, roll it and Action!" "I can't understand what I'm doing here, what does he want me to do, what does he want me for. I'm not ready for this kind of commitment, I don't fit into his world at all. Just look at me, I'm a nothing, I was born a nothing, I grew up to be a nothing, and I'll die a nothing, yet here I am in this place and they're expecting me to be something. I can't go through with this, but I can't get out of it, what am I supposed to do?" I had turned and was walking towards the mirror. As I approached it something inside me decided to go for it, ignore the fact that there were no specific directions as to how I should react to seeing myself in the mirror, I went for broke. "What are you looking at? Why are you looking at me like that? You think that you're something and I'm nothing don't you." I was only a metre from it. "Will you stop fucking looking at me like that!" I screamed at my reflection and, reaching for a vase that was on the mantelpiece, I hurled it as hard as I could at the mirror. There was glass all over the place and I turned and dashed to the sofa, throwing myself down on it, sobbing into my hands. "Cut! That was great Renee." I stood and went to where was standing by the camera as the scene was replayed. When it had finished he turned to me. "I don't think we need a second take, that was brilliant. Are you sure that you've never acted before?" "Not even a school play." "We've got a wait before Chance gets here and gets through make-up and wardrobe, why don't you sit over there and watch while we set up for the next scene." "I'd like that, I know that the stars and the actors are the thing that everyone sees, but to me it's what goes on behind the camera that's just as important, a good Director can make even a mediocre actor look good." "Do you have anyone in mind when you say that?" "No, I don't have anyone in particular in mind." I did but I won't mention who. It was interesting watching them moving the sets around, marking the spots on the floor, measuring the focal lengths for the camera. The lighting director wandered around with a light meter checking that it was perfect, it must have taken over an hour just to set up for a two minute scene. It took Chance and I seven takes to get our scene together right, I'm not saying that it was all his fault, but I had my cues right and my timing was good, Dewey said so to me after we'd eventually finished and the scene was wrapped. Chance missed his spot on the first take, forgot his line on the second, came in too soon and talked over me on the third. By this time I was a little frustrated, after all it was a simple enough scene. "Okay guys, that's it for today. Renee, what happens now is that we have to cast the rest of the film and the Producers have to make sure that we have the funds before we begin shooting. As far as I'm concerned you have the part, but then it's not up to me, it's up to the Producers and the Backers, if they like you great, but if they decide that, no matter that you've got this part nailed, they want a name star, then there's not a lot that I can do." "I understand. I guess that I'll just have to sit by the phone and wait for a decision." "Do you have an agent?" No, not yet." I hadn't even thought that I'd need one just yet. "Get one and soon, let him do all of your worrying for you, after all if he can't get roles for you he won't get paid." "I'll do that." "What did he want?" Chance asked as I left the set. "Just letting me know that he thought that I was great and if he had a say in casting I've got it." "I meant to have a word with him." "What about?" "I wasn't happy with the camera focussing on you more than me." "It was my screen test, they needed to focus on me." "I just hope when it comes to the real thing that they remember which one of us is the star." I said nothing, but I was beginning to have doubts about Chance and me. Was our affair for real or just something that was cooked up to gain publicity and financial backing for the movie. It was over four months before the shooting of the interior scenes began. Chance and I were seen together all the time, we even made an appearance on the red carpet at a premiere. This led to Chance complaining about me hogging the cameras. "I don't have any control over what they take, I was thinking that we worked it pretty well as a couple." He said nothing but there was a subtle change in his attitude. I had to take leave from work when filming began and we were only a week into the shoot when Chance chucked his first hissy-fit. In the middle of a scene he stormed over to Dewey. "What the fuck are you doing? Have you forgotten who the star of this movie is? This is my film, not hers, and yet you focus on her more than me." "It's her scene, if you'd read the script you'd see that it calls for her to be on screen pretty much all of the time, while you come in and out as directed." "We'll see about that!" He stormed from the set. "What happens now?" I asked. "We just wait for him to get over it." Dewey said. "We have at least one of these in every movie he does, we've just about gotten used to it." "Forgive me if I'm wrong here, you're the Director and it's your job to direct everything, even the stars, I'm an actor and it's my job to follow your direction. It's more your film than mine, isn't it?" "I don't believe what I'm hearing, an actor who knows her place in the scheme of things." Things between Chance and me went from wonderful to fucking awful in one night. "What do you think you're doing? This is my movie, I'm the star and here you are stealing it from me." It was all that I could do to stop myself from telling him that his attitude and unprofessional behaviour was what was the real problem. "I'm doing my job to the best of my ability, that's all." "To the best of your ability, you have no fucking ability, if it wasn't for me you wouldn't have this job, so you'd better start doing as I tell you." "Are you telling me that I'm to ignore Dewey, ignore the Director?" "There's something going on between you and him, isn't there?" "What do you mean, there's nothing going on between us." "I see the way that he looks at you, I've seen the way that you get the good shots, there's something there, don't lie to me, I can see what's going on." "There is nothing going on!" "Liar! You're lying to me!" He screamed at me just before he hit me and stormed out of my apartment. "Don't tell me, you and our star had a falling out last night." Siobhan said as she tried to repair the damage to my face. "The make-up will cover the shiner but there's nothing we can do to disguise the swelling, we'd better tell Dewey to try and shoot around you for the next couple of days. To say that Dewey wasn't happy was an understatement. He stormed off and rang Chance's manager to tell him that any further incidents of this kind will see him thrown off the set and be replaced. I went home and Chance rang to apologise. I let the machine take the call, along with the four other calls before there was a knock on my door. I wasn't home to him. The next day it was the same, the phone calls and the knocking on the door and pleading with me to let him in. I heard him but still wasn't home to him. I was on set early the next day and the swelling around my eye had gone down enough to be hardly noticeable. Chance apologised yet again. "I was upset, I'm sorry that I got angry with you, it won't happen again." "You can count on it not happening again. I think that we should keep a distance from each other for the time being." I don't know whether Dewey had decided that he'd had enough of Chance but he shot the scenes the same as he had a couple of days' ago. Chance was seething by the end of the day. If this had happened six months ago I would have been a quivering mess by now. Dewey rang Chance' manager telling him that Chance was no longer required for the part. Chance rang his manager demanding a meeting with the Producers and backers, assuring them that I'd be there to show them that we were still a loving couple and that the problem was Dewey. What he hadn't counted on was that I would not be there to support him, I'd had enough of him and I was strong enough, had enough self-confidence now, to stand up to him. "Where the fuck are you?" The voice on the other end of the phone was screaming at me. "You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago, I have important clients with me, and they're waiting to have dinner, and you aren't here. Get your arse into gear and get over here, NOW!" I tried to be calm but it wasn't easy in the face of this barrage of abuse. "I have told you that I am not meeting you, I am not meeting you now or in the future. I will not put up with your abuse any longer, and if you call me again, or try to see me I will take out an intervention order," I paused for a second, "And if you ignore this I will go to the media and they will crucify you." I didn't give him a chance to respond, mainly because I didn't want to hear his voice again and I didn't want to give him the right of reply. For once I regretted that we no longer had those old phones that you could slam down for dramatic effect, pushing a touch pad just doesn't give you the same satisfaction. There's this old song I remember from my Grandpa's record collection that goes; 'what a difference a day makes'. What a difference six months makes in a relationship like the one that I'm trying to extricate myself from. The new self-confident me was back in my old job on Monday, and yes I had to run the gauntlet of the media wanting to know what happened and why funding had been pulled on the movie. My response was, as usual; 'No comment'. The industry was rife with rumours, especially when Chance disappeared from sight, they included a stint in rehab, (no comment) a death in the family (no comment), the suggestion that he'd taken off to the states and was appearing in porn films where his obvious talents were put to better use (no comment with a knowing smile). Jennifer and Nadia bugged me for a while and then we settled back to normal, almost. I owned the room as soon as I walked through the door. It was my looks, my body and the way that I walked, but I didn't scope the room to select a likely guy to hit on, I went straight to the table that Jennifer, Nadia and their boyfriends had chosen, with me, and holding my hand was Bryce. A Chance Encounter This story was inspired by and is dedicated to Carly. May you have a long, happy, healthy and, prosperous life, girl. Ed Scott's passion was rare books, however he was also well versed in antiques from the Sixteenth through Nineteenth Centuries. And he knew about and looked for etchings, lithographs, and paintings from those centuries as well as early 20th Century artists. He seldom considered furniture. Too big. Too bulky. He drove a Shelby GT500 Mustang and couldn't get anything big in it, obviously. Still, he occasionally found something that he knew could be resold or auctioned off for a substantial profit that was too big for his car. Then he'd call local movers and have it crated and shipped to his partner in L.A. Ed had made a reservation at the Inn at the Tides in Bodega Bay. Thursday afternoon he'd driven up from L.A., stopping in a few small towns looking, searching, as he always did. On Saturday there was an estate sale in the nearby town of Bodega, a couple of miles inland from Bodega Bay. He was a day early so he could do some local searching at garage sales and local bookstores. You never knew what you might find. Ed had booked one of the deluxe rooms, almost a suite, at Inn of the Tides. That was where he usually stayed when he was in the area. He had asked for the room he always stayed in when it was available and got it. He liked it. The next day, Friday, Ed drove back down Highway 1 to Valley Ford, then on to Bloomfield, and then Petaluma. He found two books in Petaluma that he bought for fifty cents each at a garage sale. He knew he could get between one hundred and one hundred fifty dollars for each of them. When he got back to the Inn it was near sunset and he decided to have dinner at The Tides restaurant. It was almost a quarter of a mile from his room at the top of the property to The Tides restaurant across Highway 1. It was mid-June and there was a crisp on-shore breeze and the sun was going down into the horizon of the ocean as Ed decided to walk to the restaurant. He was crossing the parking lot when he saw a gold-colored Honda Accord pull into a parking space in front of the restaurant that had just been vacated. Grandpa car, he thought. But instead of a grandpa or grandma, a lovely young woman got out of the car and headed for the entrance to the restaurant. It was a busy night and they both entered the restaurant together. Ed held the door for her. She smiled and thanked him. He smiled back and followed her up to the hostess' station. Of course they weren't together, as the hostess first assume. Then the hostess suggested that they share a table. It would be faster that way. Ed and the young lady looked each other over, then agreed. Still it was going to be a bit of wait so they went to the bar to have a drink. Ed now had a close look at the young woman. She was about five feet four inches tall—she wasn't wearing heels—a very pretty face with intelligent brown eyes and dark blonde hair. She was wearing a lightweight blazer and he could see that she didn't have large breasts, not that it mattered to him, and looked to have a fit, athletic body. All in all, a very attractive young woman. Ed ordered his usual scotch and soda. The young woman had a gin and tonic. They smiled at each other, no fancy drinks for either of them. Ed insisted on paying. She protested but Ed assured her that paying for drinks, and dinner, came with no strings attached and that he could well afford to buy a beautiful young lady a drink or two and dinner. She looked at Ed for a second then smiled and nodded. They touched glasses and took a sip. "Besides, I'm old enough to be your father," Ed said as he put his drink down on the bar. "I'm 50, and to my eyes you don't look over 25, if that." She gave Ed a devilish look. "What if I had a 'daddy' thing?" she asked. Ed opened his mouth to speak, realized he didn't have a quick come back, and closed his mouth. Actually, he was somewhat surprised but also a small thrill of possibility ran through him. "I'm Edward Scott. You can call me Ed or you can call me Edward, but please don't call me Eddie." "Pleased to meet you, Edward," she said and held out her hand. Ed took it in his. They both squeezed a little and shook once. "I'm Carol Bradley." "Pleased to meet you, Carol." Carol had sized Ed up at the door to the restaurant. He was tall, easily over six feet, with blonde hair combed straight back, but without any kind of grease or gel. It was down on his collar and over the tops of his ears but it suited him. In the light at the door she could see he had dark green eyes. He had a lean body and moved with an assured grace. His smile was easy and quick and sincere. Yes, he was old enough to be her father but even so she thought he was a handsome man. "So what brings you to Bodega Bay?" Ed asked, trying to be conversational. But he was curious since she was alone. "Just needed to get away from the City," Carol said. The "City" is San Francisco to most people in and near the San Francisco bay area. "And you?" she asked. Ed pulled a card out of his jacket's inside pocket and handed it to Carol. It said, Edward Scott, Rare Books and Antiques Dealer, and gave an L.A. address and three different phone numbers. "I'm an antiques dealer. Well, actually, buyer. I have a partner back in L.A. that does the wheeling-dealing and makes us money. I specialize in rare books, but there are many other things that might get my attention. There's an estate sale in Bodega tomorrow and I think there might be a few things that I'll want to buy. "And you," Ed tossed the ball back in Carol's court. She grimaced. "I'm a work-from-home medical transcriptionist. Boring work but it pays the bills." "Well, someone's got to do it, right?" Ed said. Carol laughed. "Yeah, I guess so." Ed and Carol started their second drink when the hostess came up to lead them to their table. Dinner was fun, exciting. Carol was definitely flirting with Ed and he wondered what gods he had pleased to have such a young and attractive women paying that kind of attention to him. Of course, he was 50 but most people didn't put him much over 40. He naturally looked younger than his real age and kept himself in good shape. Maybe that had something to do with it... or maybe Carol really did have a 'daddy' thing... as in older man. "So," Ed said, "do you and, uh, your daddy get along?" He thought he would push the envelope a little to see what would happen. Nothing ventured nothing gained. Carol gave Ed a blank look for a second. "What...?" Then the light went on. "Oh no! Oh God no! Uh? I love my father... but not that way. He's a great dad, but kind of short and bald and, well, a big beer belly. And, uh... well he's my dad and, and, uh that's all... ." She trailed off and looked embarrassed. "Sorry if I offended you," Ed said with an easy smile. "I mean, you did say... ." "Yeah, well, sometimes I say things I really shouldn't just to see if I can shock people," Carol said. But, she thought to herself, if my daddy looked like you, Ed...? Then she gave Ed a wicked smile. She liked this older man. She was really enjoying his company. "Besides, Ed, can't a girl have a 'daddy thing' without it being her actual daddy?" Ed almost choked on the sip he was taking of his wine. He recovered quickly and the waiter showed up just then with the bill. Ed got out his credit card, checked the bill, added the tip, and closed the leather folder setting it on the edge of the table. Don't get your hopes up old man, he told himself. "So, Carol, where are you staying?" Ed asked as he walked with her to her car. "I just got here. I drove up from the City on a whim. Can you recommend a good place?" Ed took a big chance. Swallowed. Felt his heart rate go up. "Well, uh, you could stay with me over there." He indicated the Inn at the Tides across the highway. "I have a large room, almost a suite... ." Carol stopped and looked at Ed. Nothing showing on her face. "I thought you said 'no strings attached." "Forgive me. Perhaps I was out of line. And yes, dinner and drinks were on me. Like I said no strings attached. You can get a room at the Inn, or I can direct you to other good hotels. "However," Ed continued, "the offer still stands." If this lovely young woman really did have thing for older men he wouldn't find out without taking the risk of offending her. Carol stared at Ed for a long while not saying anything. Her face didn't show any emotion. She'd be a good poker player Ed decided. "You can call anyone you want and tell them who you're with and where you'll be staying," Ed suggested. He wanted to add that he wasn't a rapist or serial killer but decided that probably wasn't the right thing to say at a moment like this. Besides, he assured himself, she's a smart girl. She'll know what I mean. "Is it really a suite," Carol asked, a very small smile suddenly appearing on her face. "It's a very large room, with a very large bathroom, table, chairs, and a fireplace." "What about the bed?" "King-sized." "First things first," Carol said. "What's that?" Ed asked, puzzled. Carol turned to fully face Ed. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He was momentarily surprised, but recovered quickly. He put his arms around Carol's waist and pull her lithe young body against his. The kiss lingered. It was a good kiss. Ed assumed it was for Carol, too, because when she finally pulled her lips from his she said: "Okay, Edward, I'd like to spend the night with you." Carol shivered. She was wearing a light-weight, grey nubby silk blazer over a white silk blouse, jeans, and black flats. Ed was wearing a plaid flannel shirt—predominately green with red and yellow running through it—with a T-shirt underneath. Over that he had on a black, medium weight jacket. He also had on jeans, and black cross-trainers. "This is just like the City," Carol said. "Cold even in the summer." "Well, you know what Mark Twain said about San Francisco, don't you?" Carol slid her arms under Ed's jacket and around his back and pulled her body tight against his. "No, I don't. But tell me quickly before I freeze to death." "The coldest winter I ever spend was summer in San Francisco." Carol laughed. "I like that. Did he really say that?" "To the best of my knowledge and belief," Ed answered. Carol tilted her face up to Ed's. "Kiss me again and warm me up, then let's get going." The kiss was another good one, with lots of tongue probing tongue, touching and sliding around each other. "Okay, Edward, I'll follow you up." "Actually, I walked down here, so I'll ride with you and tell you exactly where to go." Carol opened the locks with the key fob and Ed held the driver's door for her before walking around to get in on the passenger side. "Nice car," he said. He noticed that it looked like new, although the car was at least six or seven years old. "Carol gave Ed a look. No, my grandfather did not give this car to me." Ed laughed. "Well... ." "Oh believe me, I've gotten that before," Carol said. "I just knew you were thinking that, too. "Actually, I did buy it off a grandfatherly type. He'd had a stroke and couldn't drive it anymore. It has really low miles, regular oil changes and maintenance, and, as you can see, it looks great inside and out. So, rather than a sporty model, I bought this and I'm glad I did. A sportier car might have made me want to go fast when I shouldn't." "A wise women as well as a beautiful one," Ed said. "Stop it," Carol responded. "I know I'm pretty enough, but I wouldn't call myself beautiful." "Actually, Carol," Ed said, "beauty is not just measured by physical good looks. At least not in my book. You are intelligent, witty, and wise. You have a lovely figure, what I can see of it and, of course, as you said, you are definitely pretty enough. For some people, myself included, that adds up to beauty." The inside of the car was dark but Ed thought that Carol might be blushing. "Uh... ah... . Thank you Ed. That's a nice thing to say." "You're welcome," Ed responded. Carol started the car and Ed directed her across the highway and up the main drive of the Inn at the Tides to a parking space beside his Mustang in front of his room. Carol looked over at the Mustang. "Your car?" "Um-hum." "Okay, so now I know that you really could afford dinner and drinks." Then Carol laughed. She also knew that it was an expensive car although she didn't know just how expensive "You know about Shelby GT's?" "My dad has a restored 1967 Mustang Fast Back. He loves Mustangs, so yeah, I know about Shelby GT's. Oh, and that's another reason for buying this car. When I was eighteen my dad foolishly lets me drive his car. I almost wrapped it around a power pole." "Almost?" "Yeah, it was close but no impact. I did spin out into a field. Luckily there was no fence. My dad was pretty hot under the collar, as you might imagine. He hasn't let me near that care ever since." "Remind me not to let you drive mine." Ed said but he laughed. "So Ed, are you very rich," Carol indicated his car. "Who knows, I might be looking for a daddy. A sugar daddy." Carol laughed again and so did Edward. "No, I'm not very rich, but I do alright." He didn't know if she was serious about maybe wanting a sugar daddy or not. She seemed to be just teasing, which was alright with him. However, if she was serious... . Well, he'd have to give that some thought. "Shall we go in," he said. As Ed and Carol came in through the door, Carol stopped. "Wow, you weren't kidding this is almost a suite." They were standing in the entryway. To their right was the main room about thirty feet long by twenty feet wide, and carpeted. The far wall, the west wall, was floor to ceiling windows with an unobstructed view to the bay down below and the ocean beyond. They could see the lights of a boat coming into the bay. The bathroom was on the left from the entryway and it was about ten feet by eight feet. And had a large shower/tub combination along with double sinks on a counter that ran from wall-to-wall with full mirrors above it. The room was furnished with a king-sized bed, two wing-back chairs with a table and lamp between them, a round table with four chairs by the windows, a large flat screen TV, a highboy dresser, a desk, and a fireplace. Carol had pulled an overnight bag off the back seat of her car. "I just threw some things in a bag and got out of town. I had a bad day and... ." "You don't need to explain anything to me," Edward said quietly. "I've been there, done that, too." He smiled. Carol smiled back. "Well, I'd like to, you know, take a shower. Okay?" "Of course, Carol. I need one too. I was out all day in a couple of the small nearby towns and then over in Petaluma. I went straight to the restaurant after I got back." Carol walked into the bathroom and plopped her bag on the long counter. She noticed the large tub and the bubble bath bottle display with shampoo, conditioner, and the small, wrapped bars of soap. "Ooo! A bubble bath. Ed?" She turned around and leaned out the door. Ed was at the mini-bar getting ready to fix himself another scotch and soda. "Yes?" he answered. "I would dearly love to take a bubble bath... if you don't mind that is." Ed smiled and shook his head. "No, I don't mind, but let me take a shower first then you can soak as long as you want, Carol." "You're nice," Carol said. "Thank you, dear. I try to be." Ed showered and shaved quickly and came out of the bathroom wearing one of the terrycloth robes provided with the room. Carol had the TV on and was going through the channels. She'd drawn the curtains over the windows and was standing in front of the TV naked. Carol turned and smiled at Ed. "So I thought, since we're going to, uh, sleep together, there was no sense in being shy, eh? So you can take off the robe... unless, of course, you feel more comfortable with it on." She tilted her head a bit and gave him a mischievous look. Ed undid the sash to the robe and slipped it off and tossed it on the bed. He smiled. "No, I'm fine without clothes. And may I say, Carol, you have a lovely body." Carol had turned on one of the lamps beside the bed. The only other light in the room was from the TV. Still, Ed could see her clearly. She had a lean, athletic body. Her small—but not tiny by any means—well-shaped breasts had medium-sized areolas and nipples. The ends of her straight, dark blonde hair had brushed her right nipple when she'd tilted her head to give him that mischievous look. Ed noticed that Carol didn't shave her pussy, just kept the hair closely trimmed, which was fine with him. She also had a navel piercing with a dangling bit of jewelry. She looked fine, better than fine, to Ed. And he felt the blood begin to flow into his cock at the thought that soon they would be making love. It was too soon for the Viagra pill he took while in the bathroom to be taking effect but it would kick in by the time, or before, Carol got out of her bubble bath. She was a young woman. He was fifty year old. The pill was to make sure he didn't disappoint her... or himself. Although, considering how his cock was beginning to grow now, he might not have needed it. At dinner Ed had noticed Carol's well manicured lovely red fingernails, just fingertip long and rounded. He loved red painted fingernails on women and the sight of Carol's had made him think of how her slim fingers with their deep red colored nails would look wrapped around his hard cock. At dinner it had only been an older man's fantasy. Now, hopefully, it would become a reality. Carol walked up to Ed and handed him the TV remote. He took it and tossed it on the bed then slid his arms around her waist. She tilted her face up and Ed leaned down to give her a long, sweet kiss. He felt her hand on his cock, which was more than halfway to full erection. He felt Carol squeeze it firmly and stroke it. Ed looked down. She was holding his cock with her palm on the bottom of it and he could see her slim fingers, with the red nails, wrapped around his cock, just like he'd imagined at dinner. The sight increased the flow of blood that was already flooding into his cock and making it harder by the second. "You have a nice cock, Ed," Carol said. Actually, in her mind, he had a nice everything. His tall body was lean and muscular, no fat, and he had the "six-pack" that so many men wanted. Only his weathered and rugged face gave away his age. Still, he didn't look fifty to her as he'd told her he was. All-in-all, she was sure she was going to enjoy this chance encounter with this older man. Carol lowered herself to her knees in front of Ed and took his cock into her mouth and began sucking it as deep as she could without gagging. She smiled to herself again as she heard Ed gasp with pleasure. Carol sucked on Ed's cock until it was fully hard and erect. Yes, she thought, a nice cock. It had to be at least seven inches long and on the thick side. She liked that more than length. Ed's cock would stretch her vaginal sphincter muscles and feel so good fucking her, filling her up. A shiver of anticipation ran through her body. She stood up and kissed Ed again. She squeezed his cock. "I'm going to be a while, will you and your, uh, buddy here, be okay?" Ed gave Carol a quick kiss on the lips. "We have patience, dear. You take as long as you want. We'll be ready when you're done." Carol smiled. "Good." Ed was reclining against the headboard of the bed, propped up on pillows, watching a rerun of NCIS when Carol came out of the bathroom, all clean and fresh, and naked. He was lightly stroking his erection. It wasn't as hard as Carol had left it but he knew it wouldn't take long to get that hard again. And the Viagra was definitely in play now. A Chance Encounter He'd also started a fire in the fireplace which added its ruddy light to the room from the dancing flames. Ed turned off the TV and got up off the bed. Now the only light was from the fireplace and made the room seem more cozy and warm. Ed embraced Carol and she slipped her arms around his neck. They kissed a sweet lingering kiss. When Ed pulled his lips away Carol pulled him back for another, longer, more passionate kiss, with tongue exploring tongue, tasting each other's mouths and liking what they tasted. After the long kiss, followed by a few shorter ones, Carol pulled back and looked up into Ed's eyes. "Mmm, you're a good kisser." "Yes you are," Ed responded. They both laughed then kissed some more while Ed's hand caressed up and down Carol's lean back and squeezed her firm buttocks. He pulled her lovely young body hard up against his lean and hard older body. She reached down between them to pull his stiff cock up so that it laid flat against her belly. Then they kissed some more. Ed took Carol by the shoulders and turned her so she was facing away from the backless, upholstered bench that sat at the foot of the bed. He sat her down on it and knelt in front of her. Carol leaned back onto the bed and Ed raised her feet to his shoulders. Carol let her knees spread wide apart to either side opening up her sex to Ed completely. Ed leaned down to taste Carol's pussy. With her legs bent at the knees, feet still on his shoulders, and her thighs nearly at right angles to her body, Ed's mouth had unimpeded access to it. Ed looked intently at his objective, Carol's vagina. She was obviously aroused. Her labia were partially opened, like a delicate pink flower and there was a wetness glimmering on her inner lips. Her natural lubrication was preparing her pussy for sex. Ed rubbed the tip of his nose in Carol's vagina and inhaled her clean, womanly scent. Then he extended his tongue and began to lick her, lightly at first, then more forcefully, but not quickly, slowly, sensually. He licked her pussy from the bottom to the top with broad, wet strokes. "Mmm, you taste good," Ed said. "Mmm, your tongue feels good," Carol responded. Ed began to lick harder and faster and to bite and tug with his teeth every now and then. Carol gave out a little gasping cry as Ed intensified his pussy-eating. "Oh, Ed, yes! That's good. That's good." His wet tongue felt so slick and smooth and warm with his nibbling teeth as a nearly painful counterpoint, biting down every so often, firmly but not too hard. Carol's body shivered with involuntary pleasure and she pushed her pussy up against Ed's sucking, licking, biting mouth. Her heart was beating hard in her chest and it felt like she had butterflies in her stomach. Carol knew that Ed going down on her, giving her such wonderful oral pleasure, was only a prelude to what else was going to happen that night. Carol propped herself up on her elbows to watch Ed licking her pussy. Obviously, he wasn't a stranger to what he was doing and it was just as obvious he enjoyed doing it. She loved the sight of his face between her legs, his mouth working on her pussy. Just then Ed opened his eyes and looked up at Carol. He winked and never missed a lick. Carol laid back on the bed. Ed slipped two fingers gently into her pussy and began to rub them firmly around and around just inside on the front wall, stimulating her g-spot. "Ooo, yeah!" Carol moaned. Ed's fingers added a new dimension to the building pleasure, the sexual tension, the anticipation of an orgasm that was becoming increasingly strong in her loins and her body. After a little while Ed changed tactics and every so often his mouth would suck hard right over Carol's clitoris, sending an electric-like shock of pleasure through her body. Then he would go back to licking the very sensitive spot just below the clitoris while his fingers kept stimulating her g-spot. Carol gasped and groaned with pleasure and pressed her hips, her pussy, up hard against Ed's greedy sucking, licking mouth. The fire crackled in the fireplace. The shadows caused by the flames danced across the ceiling. The only other noises in the room were Carol's moans of pleasure and the wet sounds that Ed's mouth made on her pussy. Then Carol cried out. "Oh yes! Yes! Yesssss!" Her fingers were suddenly entwined in Ed's hair pulling his face down against her thrusting, grinding pussy as she came intensely. Ed's fingers were still rubbing her now firm and sensitive g-spot and, as Carol's orgasm peaked, a small amount of fluid—female ejaculate—squirted, in three or four pulses, against his working lips and into his mouth. "Oh fuck!" Carol gasped as she now pushed Ed's mouth away from her pussy. Her body was shaking and shuddering from the intensity of the orgasm and her pussy, her clitoris, was too sensitive to take anymore. Ed pulled away and sat back on his heels. He wiped the palm of his hand across his lips and chin then wiped his hand across his thigh. He'd swallowed Carol's ejaculate and gladly so. He'd done this a few other times with women... helped them have a strong, squirting orgasm and he loved it. Carol sighed a deep, contented sigh then propped herself up on her elbows again. "Did you like that," Ed said with a smile. "Mmm, yeah, but I want more." Carol had a lustful gleam in her eyes. "Do you always squirt when a man does that to you?" Ed asked "Did I squirt?" Carol said, surprised. She sat up and saw how wet she was between her thighs, with some of her fluid making a dark spot on the bench's upholstery. "Wow! I've only done that when I masturbate in just a certain way." Carol stopped speaking suddenly and looked quickly up at Ed. "Uh... ." Ed laughed. "Carol, we all masturbate. Well, all of us who really like sex do, that is. Myself included." Carol smile. "Yeah. I've just never actually admitted to anyone... but my closest girlfriend." A small frown crossed Carol's face. Then she shook her head as if to clear it and smiled at Ed. "But, like I was saying, Ed, I most definitely want more." Ed stood up his thick, hard cock stood straight out in front of him. He was obviously very turned on and there was a large drop of clear pre-ejaculatory fluid getting ready to drip from his urethral opening. Carol sat up on the bench and grabbed Ed's cock and pulled him to her. "And, Ed, I'm one of those people who really like sex." The tip of her tongue licked him from just under the glans to the very tip of his cock, taking the big drop of pre-cum with it. She ran the tip of her tongue around her lips and then rubbed her lips together, coating them with the clear fluid. Holding Ed's cock firmly by the base she ran her hand up towards the tip with the side of her thumb pressing into his urethral tube along the bottom of his penis. She milked more of his pre-ejaculatory fluid out of his cock and quickly slipped her mouth over the swollen head to suck it all up and swallow it. Then she began sucking Ed's cock in earnest, bobbing her head up and down, sliding her mouth half-way down his seven inch length before sliding it back up. Her hand stroked his cock, following her mouth up and down. "Ahh, yessss," Edward hissed with pleasure. Carol's slick, velvety smooth mouth felt so damned good. Carol sucked and licked Ed's cock for several moments. She was enjoying it. She was one of those women who actually liked sucking cock and giving a man oral pleasure. After several moments of this, Ed suddenly pulled away. "What's the matter?" Carol asked, puzzled. "It feels so good, Carol," Ed said. "Much more of that and I'd have come in your mouth." "And the problem with that is...?" Carol gave him a look. "Ed, you just licked me to orgasm. A pretty damned good one, too. Now I want to suck you to orgasm. I want you to come in my mouth, Edward." Carol gave him the ol' double eyebrow raise and a sweet smile. "And, Ed," she continued, "I swallow." What Carol said—that she wanted him to come in her mouth... and that she would swallow—made Ed's cock even harder if that was possible. He hadn't had an offer like that in some time... and from such a lovely young woman to boot. "Well, yeah, that would be... great, actually. Although it might take me a while to recuperate, so to speak and I definitely do want to, uh... ." "Fuck me?" Carol said with a chuckle. Ed laughed. "Yes, Carol, I definitely want to fuck you." "Ed, you left your bottle of Viagra right next to your shaving kit. Did you take one?" "Yeah, I did. It's, uh, well like insurance... at my age." "That's okay, sweetie," Carol said. "But you shouldn't have too difficult a time getting hard again, right? So, when you do, then you can fuck me, right? Because, Ed, I definitely want you to fuck me too." Without waiting for an answer, Carol went back to sucking Ed's cock. He shook his head and turned his face towards the ceiling and mouthed the words: "Thank you God." He looked back down at the beautiful sight of Carol's sweet lips stretched around his thick cock and her mouth sliding up and down on it. It wasn't too long after that before Ed felt his cock approaching the point of no return—the point at which he would come even if all stimulation stopped. He'd been gently stroking Carol's hair, smiling down at her when she looked up at him, making various moans and groans of pleasure as her lovely sucking mouth gave his super hard, vein-bulging cock a thorough workout. "Ahh, Carol! Yes!" Ed cried out. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Carol hummed an okay sound and slightly nodded her head and kept on sucking Ed's cock. And then Ed arched back, raising his face to the ceiling again, this time grunting with intense pleasure as his cock began to spasm. His thick, hot cum went shooting into Carol's beautiful sucking, swallowing mouth in several pulses. Each pulse sending a thrilling shiver of pleasure through his body. It was an eternity of intense bliss that ended only seconds later. Then Ed was spent, trembling, weak-kneed, and laughing. "Oh wow, Carol! You're one hell of a cocksucker! Good God babe, thanks! Thank you. Thank you so much." Carol squeezed Ed's cock and gave the head one last suck before pulling her mouth off of it. She laughed. "Are you always so, um, grateful for a little cock sucking?" "Yep," Ed answered. He dropped to his knees and placed his hands on either side of Carol's face. He surprised her when he kissed her fully on the mouth, sliding his tongue around hers. A long time ago Ed had gotten over not kissing a woman who had just let him come in her mouth and who swallows it. Now it was like second nature to him. Obviously, his semen wasn't poison... or a lot of women would be dead now. "I guess I can assume that you liked it then, eh?" Carol asked with a smart-ass smile on her face. "Uh-huh," Ed responded and then kissed her again, sweetly and affectionately. Carol pulled her lips from Ed's slowly then gave him another quick kiss, just on the lips. "Come on, let's get up on the bed." Ed crawled up onto the king-sized bed behind Carol, giving her butt little nips with his teeth as he did, making her shriek and giggle. They laid on their sides facing each other and embraced. Ed positioned his left thigh between Carol's legs and pressed it firmly up against her pussy. "Mmm, nice," she murmured and rubbed her pussy against his leg. They kissed several times while their hands caressed various parts of each other's bodies. Carol reached down to grab Ed's cock, which was already half hard. She pushed him over onto his back then knelt down beside his hips. She took his cock in her mouth again and did wonderful things to it, sucking and licking, and even nibbling a little. Soon, Ed was fully erect and ready to go once more. "See," Carol said, "I told you it wouldn't take long." Carol straddled Ed's hips, facing him, then rose up on her knees to position the head of his cock at the entrance of her vagina. She gave Ed a sweet, wide-eyes look of innocence—like "oh my, what's this!"—as she lowered her pussy down on his thick shaft. His cock spread her labia and stretched her vaginal sphincter muscles as her downward motion drove it deep up inside her. Her pretend innocent look became one of glazed-eyed lust as she felt Ed's thick cock fill her up. "Ooo, that's nice," she sighed. "Yeah," Ed answered, "very nice." The feeling of his cock being swallowed up by Carol's tight, wet pussy was wonderful. That feeling was enhanced by the sight of it smoothly disappearing into her body. Carol leaned down to kiss Ed again as her hips began to undulated up and down on his cock. It was thick and just long enough. It filled and stretched her pussy just right and felt heavenly to her. She was really turned on, having sex with this stranger, this older man, having him lick her pussy then sucking his cock and now fucking him. Her tightly stretched pussy was very wet and slick as it slid up and down on his big cock. Ed wanted to roll Carol over onto her back and fuck her hard and fast but he figured she liked being on top and fucking him so he just laid there and took it like a man. Carol sat back up after the kiss. Ed's hands reached up to caress her breasts and belly. She kept fucking him with a slow, rolling, sensual motion. Carol moaned and began grinding her pussy around and around on Ed's cock driving it in as deep as it could go. She was beginning to breathe more rapidly and he noticed a flush creeping up her chest to her neck and face. Ed was enjoying the wonderful way Carol was fucking him, fucking his cock, fucking her pussy on his hard, thick rod stuffed so deeply up inside her. Carol leaned forward to place her hands on Ed's chest as she started to rapidly move her hips forward and back, stimulating her clitoris against the base of his cock. She was panting and making little grunting sounds in her throat. Carol's eyes met Ed's and the look on her face was as if she was in pain. Her mouth opened but no words came out at first then she squeezed her eyes shut. "Oh fuck yes!" Carol yelled and her body shuddered and shivered as her orgasm burst out from her pulsing, clenching, squeezing pussy to her brain and all parts of her body. And then she was breathing in little sobbing gasps as her body convulsed and hunched forward, her fingers digging deep into the skin on Ed's chest. Carol stopped all motion and Ed could feel her vaginal muscles spasm several times on his cock. He loved feeling that. He had felt it many times before. "Oh yeah," Carol sighed as she relaxed and laid her body down on top of Ed's. He hugged her and gently caressed her back from her shoulders to her ass. His hands went up and down her back several times, massaging a bit, mostly just lightly stroking. Ed kissed Carol's ear. "My turn now, dear, okay?" he said quietly. "Okay," Carol said as she pushed up against Ed's chest and smiled at him before giving him a kiss, then she sat straight up with his hard cock still embedded deeply in her pussy. It felt good. Ed crossed his legs up close to Carol's butt and, using her weight on his hips as an anchor, levered himself up. He quickly wrapped his arms around Carol's body and let his momentum carried them both over, with him ending up on top of Carol. Ed's quick, strong action caught Carol by surprise and she made a little laughing cry of surprise. Ed straightened his legs and Carol let her knees splay apart widely with her feet flat on the bed. He kissed Carol hard on the mouth as his hips began sliding his cock in and out of her delightful pussy. Carol's arms went around Ed's back to hold on to him tightly. "That was a wonderful fuck, Carol," Ed whispered in her ear. "I loved watching you get yourself off on my cock. You don't mind if I continue, do you?" Carol chuckled. "And what would you do if I told you that I did mind?" "I'd stop and withdraw, dear." Carol pushed Ed's head up to where she could look him in the eyes. "Seriously?" "Yep. It's your body. I'm here by invitation, so to speak. I have no right to continue if you don't want me to." Carol gave Ed a serious look for several moments then smiled. "No, Edward, don't stop. It feels too good," she said before kissing him sweetly on the mouth. "Oh yeah, it feels really good." Ed kissed and nibbled on Carol's neck and ear. He whispered to her just how damned good her pussy felt to his cock, to tight and slick and smooth and warm, and how good it felt to be fucking her. Carol moaned and gasped and held on to Ed tightly. She loved having him talking to her like that. She loved the wonderful feeling of his wonderful cock fucking her even more. She began pressing her pussy up to meet his thrusting cock, wanting to feel every bit of it fucking her. "Ohh, yeah, Carol," Ed gasped. By now both of them were panting a bit and a light sheen of sweat was building up on both of their bodies. "I'm going to come soon, girl." Ed could feel the sexual tension building up in his loins and cock as his balls drew up tight to his body. He could feel that feeling that meant he was getting close to the point of no return when it came to his orgasm and ejaculation. "Go for it, baby," Carol whispered in Ed's ear. "I want to feel your big cock coming in my pussy." Every person is different in how they come to orgasm. In Ed's case, just at the moment when he was on the cusp, on the edge of the abyss of delight and about to fall over into it, his body seemed to take over automatically and he would begin fucking harder and faster as the pleasure of his climax was reached and his cock began to shoot out his cum. Ed groaned through tight vocal chords, "Oh yeah! I'm coming!" And then he was grunting and panting and fucking his cock in and out of her pussy for all it was worth. His hot load of thick man cream shot out of the end of his cock half a dozen times to flood Carol's pussy. His eyes fluttered and lost focus. It was a damned good orgasm. "Ooo-Ooo-Ooo!" Carol wailed. She'd been close to coming a second time herself. Ed's hard pounding of her pussy as he began coming had set her off. They shared the wonderful pleasure at nearly the same time; that wonderful pleasure that all fucking human beings seek out: amazing, delightful, oh-so-pleasurable sexual climax. When Ed's brain started working again, he opened his eyes and saw Carol looking at him with a big grin on her face. "Not bad for an old man," she said. He laughed. "Not bad for an inexperienced, girly," Ed responded. "Experienced enough for you, buddy boy," she shot right back. Ed, not having an immediate come back kissed Carol to shut her up. Then he carefully rolled off of her, pulling his still hard cock wetly out of her cum-drenched pussy. They both lay on their backs, cooling off, catching their breaths. "That was really pretty fantastic, Carol," Ed said. Carol turned on her side and snuggled up to Ed and kissed him on the ear. "Yeah. I kind of liked it too," she whispered in his ear. Ed shifted his body towards Carol and put his left hand behind her head then gave her a long, sweet kiss. Ed felt challenged by Carol, considering the age difference, and decided to do something that he'd done on more than one occasion. "Okay, babe, it's time for more." "More?" Carol said. She looked down to where Ed's wet, flaccid cock was lying dead on it's side. She raised her eyebrows. "What more are you talking about?" "Just this, dear." Ed got to his knees and gently pushed Carol over onto her back. He lifted her legs and positioned himself between them then slid his body down until his mouth was right over her well-fucked pussy. He could see his cum beginning to leak out. "What! Wait?" Carol exclaimed as she raised her head up. A Chance Encounter "Relax, dear. I know exactly what I'm doing. Just lay your pretty little head back down and enjoy what you are about to receive... unless you want to watch, of course." With that, Ed went down on Carol's pussy again. He'd learned a long time ago to "lick the platter clean" A woman he'd had a long, torrid love affair with many yeas ago had convinced him to do it so she wouldn't have to sleep in the "wet spot." Now, it didn't bother Ed at all to do it. After all, he rationalized, many women had let him come in their mouths... and swallowed. Every woman that he'd gone down on after fucking them, after they relaxed and let it happen, enjoyed it. So did Carol. Ed licked up all his cum from Carol's pussy, urging her to push it out to him with her vaginal muscles. After he'd cleaned up all of his cum he kept on licking and sucking. By then Carol was moaning and squirming with pleasure again. While he was still licking the last of his cum out of Carol's pussy Ed got the index finger of his left hand wet with cum and saliva and started playing with her anus. First, he just rubbed his fingertip around and around it, waiting for a protest. Hearing none, he began to press into Carol's little puckered hole. He kept licking her pussy and now he was finger-fucking her asshole just a bit, but slowly going deeper. Carol still didn't protest. It didn't take long after that, with Ed's mouth concentrating on Carol's clitoris and his finger fucking in and out of her ass. Carol had another body-shuddering climax, holding Ed's face down hard onto her coming pussy. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Yessss, Ed, yes! Fuck yes!" Carol cried out. Ed felt Carol's anal sphincter spasm several times on his finger as she came. Ed pulled his mouth away from Carol's pussy and his finger out of her asshole then sat up and back on his heels. Carol was lying there like a rag doll. He smiled at her and she smiled back. Then Ed leaned over to give her a quick kiss before going into the bathroom to wash off his finger and take a piss. He also splashed water on his face and did a quick wash of his cock and balls, not that he thought they were going to have any more sex that night. When Ed came out of the bathroom Carol was sitting up against the headboard. She smiled at him. "That was different," she said, obviously referring to Ed eating his cum out of her pussy. "Did you like it?" Ed asked "Uh-huh. And I liked your finger in my ass, too." Carol paused. "So, Ed, would you like to, you know, fuck me in the ass?" Ed, who had moved over to the mini-bar to make himself a drink and ask Carol if she wanted one, stopped and turned to look at her. She had her head tilted a little to one side and was giving him an intense look. He couldn't read her facial expressions because the only light in the room was coming from the fireplace and the fire was dying down. "Seriously?" he asked. "Yes," Carol answered. "I've had enjoyable anal sex before and the thought of taking your thick cock in my ass is kind of exciting. So, yeah, do you want to?" Ed couldn't believe it. Not many women in his experience offered to give up their ass for sex—at least not on the first night—and now here was this very attractive young woman, virtually a stranger, doing just that. Hell yes he wanted to have anal sex with her. His limp cock began to respond. He could feel the blood beginning to flow into it. Thank God for Viagra, he told himself. "Yes, Carol, I would love to do that. I mean, if you're really sure that's what you want." "I'm sure, Ed. There's just one problem, we need a really good lubricant, right?" "Not a problem, dear. I have a small jar of coconut oil in my shaving kit. I used it on my skin in place of commercial lotion. That should work just fine. "I was going to fix myself a drink. Do you want one? You know, take a little break. We're not in a hurry are we?" Carol got up off the bed and walked over to Ed. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. "No, we're not in a hurry... . And I want you to remember that when you start shoving you big cock in my ass." She grinned and gave him another, quick kiss. "I'll have a gin and tonic, please, and I'll be right back." Carol turned and headed for the bathroom. Ed made Carol's gin and tonic and himself a scotch and soda. He put her drink on the bedside stand nearest to the bathroom then propped himself up against the headboard sipping his drink. Carol came out of the bathroom a couple of minutes later and stood beside the bed. She picked up her drink and took a sip. "Sorry, Carol, no lime wedge." "That's okay." She held up a small white jar. "The organic, cold-pressed, coconut oil? At least that's what the label says. "Yep, that's it." The thought that he was actually going to have anal sex with this lovely young woman had Ed totally aroused. His cock was hard again and he was stroking it lightly, loving the feel of his fingers going gently up and down the rigid shaft, loving the feel of its hardness. Carol looked to where Ed was stroking himself and grinned. "Look's like you're ready, eh?" "You amaze me, Carol, and obviously," here he indicated his erect penis, "arouse me." Carol took another sip of her drink then set it down. "Good, lover, I like to amaze and arouse." Her heart was beating harder in her chest. Yes, she'd had anal sex before. And, yes, on a couple of occasions it had been quite enjoyable. She loved the feeling of a cock squeezing through her anus, stretching it, and then filling her rectum. But Ed's cock was thicker than the only other cock to fuck her ass. Also, even though it had been enjoyable she hadn't achieved orgasm through anal sex. In spite of the fact that Ed was old enough to be her father Carol was having some of the best sex in her life. There was a chemistry between them. She'd felt it at dinner and it had piqued her curiosity. That was why she'd agreed to share his room and his bed with him. Now she wondered if that chemistry, all the good sex they'd already shared, would continue and maybe, just maybe she might come from Ed fucking her ass. She hoped so. To her, anal sex was the ultimate exposure and opening up of herself to a man. She liked Ed, a lot. He was a good and considerate lover. She trusted him to be the same when it came to this last act of sexual intimacy. Carol tossed the jar to Ed. "I have to get a couple of towels. Don't want to grease up the comforter with coconut oil, do we?" Ed grinned and nodded. When Carol returned with a bath towel and a hand towel Ed had the jar of coconut oil open and had lubed up his cock. He'd also turned on the lamp on the night stand beside him. Carol watched, fascinated, as his fingers, wrapping around his vein-bulging cock, slowly slid up and down his shiny, slick, greased-up cock. Ed gave her a devilish smile. Oh yeah, she thought to herself, this could be good. And a little shiver of anticipation went through her. Carol got up on the bed on her knees and unfolded the bath towel and placed it on the bed then she gave the hand towel to Ed. "I'll let you lube up my ass," she said as she laid herself down on the bath towel. Carol parted her legs and held them back, exposing her pussy and ass completely to Ed. Ed got to his knees and positioned himself below Carol's up-raised hips and spread legs. He dipped his fingers in the jar of coconut oil then began applying it to Carol's anus. First he smeared it all around then he inserted his greasy forefinger into and, gently, through her asshole. Carol gasped when he did that as the reality of what she was about to do fully came home. After a few moments, Ed gently slid a second finger into Carol's anus. He carefully fucked both fingers in and out for a few more moments before pressing and pushing sideways all around her anal sphincter muscle, stretching it, getting it ready for what was coming next. Ed pulled his fingers out of Carol's ass. He set the jar down, picked up the hand towel, wiped his fingers off as well as he could, put the lid back on the jar then positioned himself, kneeling between her up-raised thighs with the head of his cock just touching her asshole. She gasped again. "Ready?" Ed asked. Carol was already breathing quickly, her heart beating harder in her chest. She nodded her head. Ed leaned over Carol's body, braced with his hands and arms and leaned down to kiss her sweetly. "I'll be careful," he reassured her. "I know you will," Carol said. Ed pushed back up to a kneeling position. He held his hard, thick cock at the base and began pressing his well-lubricated swollen glans against Carol's well-lubricated little asshole. Whenever he had anal sex, this part always fascinated him the most—first entry—watching his cockhead start to mushroom before starting to open, as in this case, Carol's anus, and beginning to push through it. "Oooooo," Carol exhaled. Ed's cock felt really big. She was hoping it wouldn't hurt. She wasn't into pain and if it did hurt she was going to tell him to stop. Then she would see if he actually would stop, like he'd told her he would earlier. Ed's heart was beating hard in his chest, too. He stopped after his glans was about halfway in Carol's anus. "You okay?" he asked. "Uh-huh," Carol said and nodded. She was breathing shallowly through her open mouth. Ed pressed in some more and watched as his cockhead slid out of sight into Carol's ass. As big and swollen as his glans was, Carol's anal sphincter muscles compressed it as it slid in farther. Of course, the real test would come when the very hard shaft of his erect penis entered her anus. That wouldn't be compressed and it would stretch Carol's asshole making it accommodate its thickness. "Ohhh!" Carol exclaimed. Her hand reached down beside her hips and her fingertips pressed against Ed's thighs. It was more of a "be careful" signal rather then a "stop" signal. Ed held still, letting her ass get used to his thick intruder. "Okay, lover," Carol said, panting slightly. "Easy does it. God, Ed, you're so big... but," she swallowed and gave him a small smile, "I like it." Ed smiled back. "Good. I aim to please, not to hurt." Carol laughed. "Yeah, I'd like that, too." Ed slowly increased the pushing pressure of his grease-up cock and watched it slowly, slowly slide through Carol equally greased up asshole. Her ass was so tight and if felt so good on his cock. He was glad that he'd already come twice, otherwise he might have gone off too quickly and he didn't want that. He wanted Carol to enjoy anal sex with him and to come, if possible. "God, Ed, you're so big. I feel so stretched, so full." Carol propped herself up on her elbows and looked down between her legs. "You okay, Carol?" Ed asked. "Yeah, I'm okay. Ed, you did good. It didn't hurt... . Well, almost. Like, like just bordering on pain... but in a good way. "You're all the way in me? Carol asked. "Not quite," Ed said. He put his hands on the back of Carol's thighs and pushed them back up towards her body farther then he pushed the rest of his cock through her anus. He was now balls-deep in Carol's ass. "Oh! Oh! Wow!" Carol exclaimed then she smiled and held her arms out to Ed. He released her thighs, leaned forward to cover Carol's body as she hugged him tightly. They kissed and Ed began slowly, easily fucking his cock in and out through her tightly stretched asshole. "Oh yeah!" Carol whispered. "Oh I like that." Ed's mouth was by Carol's ear. His warm, moist breath gave her chill bumps as he talked to her. "I like it, too, baby. God your ass feels so good on my cock. It's so damned tight and slick. Do you like the feeling of my cock fucking you in the ass?" "Oh, Ed! Ed! Yes, Ed. I like it! I love it! I love your big cock fucking my ass!" Ed kissed and bit Carol's neck, he nibbled on her ear and he continued to fuck her ass. He was going faster now, harder and she was taking it, loving it. Carol moaned and gasped. Ed grunted and panted. Carol shoved her ass against Ed's thrusting cock. His pubic bone was stimulating her clitoris and she was getting close to coming. Ed had a one very lucid thought before he realized that he'd reached the critical point before coming: This is possibly the best anal fuck I've ever had. It was that he hadn't had good anal sex before. He had. Rather it was the whole situation with Carol. Meeting her at the restaurant. Inviting her back to his suite. Having all the good sex they'd had leading up to this last act of hot, lusty sex between them. Ed pushed himself back up so he could watch his thick cock pumping in and out of Carol's asshole. He loved that sight—a beautiful woman's anus stretched so tightly around his cock while he fucked her. He was totally turned-on by the sight. Ed lowered his body back over Carol, put his mouth to her ear. "I love this, Carol. Damn, woman you're so fucking hot. This is fantastic!" "Ed! Ed!" Carol cried out. "Oh fuck yes, Ed! You're going to make me come!" "Yeah, baby! Do it! Let it go! Oh fuck! it's good!" Ed exclaimed. Carol came first with a big "Ahhhhhhh yessss!" as her body convulsed with the ultimate sexual pleasure. She could feel her anus clenching down rhythmically on Ed's thickness as her orgasm swept through her. Ed was only a couple of seconds behind her. "Coming! Coming!" Ed managed to squeeze out through his straining vocal chords as his hard thrusting cock emptied itself, splashing his cum deep up inside Carol's rectum. Ed managed to hold most of his weight up off of Carol as his orgasm peaked with wonderful pleasure. Then still longer as both he and Carol recovered from their sexual climaxes. He was breathing heavily, as was Carol, and both of them were perspiring. And then Carol was laughing. "Oh my God, Ed! I've never had an orgasm from anal sex before... and you did it." She placed her hands on either side of his face and gave him a big, wet, long kiss. "Well, dear, I think you had something to do with it, too," Ed said and laughed after they broke the kiss. "You were pretty active as I remember it... like you were really enjoying it." "Oh I was, Ed," Carol said. "Your big cock felt so good fucking my ass." "But, Carol, I thought you'd said that you'd enjoyed anal sex before?" "I did, Ed. I mean, it felt good and all, but I'd never come that way... until now." Carol kissed him again. "Thanks, old man. Who knew?" Ed looked puzzled. "Knew what?" "That a man old enough to be my daddy would be such a good lover," Carol said. But she laughed and hugged Ed and kissed him again. "Experience, my dear. With age comes experience," Ed said. Then he pushed himself up and back into a kneeling position. His partially flaccid cock slipped out of Carol's ass wetly. "Mmm," Carol said. "I kind of liked feeling you go soft in my ass." Ed grabbed the hand towel and wiped off his cock before folding the towel and pressing it against Carol's asshole. "Sorry about that. Most women I've had anal sex with tend to like me to pull out sooner rather than later." "That was good Ed... . No. It was great. I was worried it would hurt, but it didn't. And I really wanted to come and I did. Thank you so much, Ed... for being such a good lover." Carol sat up and put her arms around Ed's neck and kissed him again. "Thank you. And you're most welcome, lady. And I have to admit that, like I said before, you are an amazing woman, and what we've done here, tonight, is possibly the best sex I've ever had with a women I barely know. Hell, possibly the best sex I've ever had, period." And he meant it. Ed gave Carol a quick kiss on the lips. "And now I'm going to go get cleaned up quickly... . Unless you want to go first." "No, babe, you go ahead. I just want to lay here awhile." After Ed came out of the bathroom Carol went in. Ed pulled back the comforter to reveal a cover over the top sheet. He didn't think they would need the comforter and he folded it down to the bottom of the bed, then folded back the top sheet and cover. He looked over to the fireplace, which was just embers now, and decided he didn't need to tend to it. He climbed into bed and waited for Carol. When she came out of the bathroom she smiled sweetly at Ed and climbed into bed and snuggled up to him. "I'm tired. That was a lot of sex in a relatively short time. But it was all good, right up to and including the end." She giggled at her pun. Ed groaned but took her in his arms and kissed her sweetly. "Yeah, I'm tired too. We should sleep good tonight. Goodnight, dear." "Goodnight, Ed, Carol said and kissed him on the lips. Ed twisted around to turn off the lamp on the nightstand and both of them snuggled down in the bed. Carol turned on to her right side and Ed spooned up behind her. She took his left hand and pulled it across her chest and placed it on her right breast. Ed squeezed it a couple of time and kissed the back of her neck. They both sighed in contentment and were asleep within moments. * * * * * Ed was a news junkie and usually woke up early in the morning to drink coffee and see what new stupidity the politicians and people in general were up to. The next morning was no different. He woke up at 5:30 a.m. Carol was still sleeping soundly. He didn't want to disturb her so he carefully got out of bed and went into the bathroom to take care of the necessary things, including brushing his teeth. On the counter that extended wall-to-wall, and next to the door of the bathroom, was a full-sized, simple, but effective coffee maker. Next to it was a basket with pre-package coffee in regular and de-caf along with filters and, of all things, instructions. Who, Ed wondered needed instructions to make coffee? The basket also held non-dairy creamer and packets of sugar and sweet-n-low. Ed considered those items to be, more or less, slow poison. Next to the basket were two thick, white ceramic cup, wrapped in plastic. After he got the coffee going he went out into the bedroom and quietly dressed in sweats and cross-trainers, grabbed his key card and left the room. The set up at Inn at the Tides, for the "suites" were such that two suites were attached and the entrance of each opened directly to the outside. It was chilly with a light breeze coming off the ocean and the marine layer was firmly in place. It was mid-June, typical weather. The marine layer would burn off between 11:00 a.m. and 1:00 p.m. and the rest of the day would be sunny, slightly cool, and beautiful. Ed went for a warm up walk down Highway 1 to the south and then crossed over to the beach. It was low tide and, at this time of the morning, he had the beach to myself. He did ten, one hundred yard, interval sprints with the water of the bay breaking gently to his right as he ran south on the beach and to his left as he walked back to his starting point. It was 6:45 a.m. when Ed let myself back into the room. Carol was still asleep. He stripped in the bathroom and took a quick, rinsing shower and dried off. The coffee, of course was ready. There was a knock at the bathroom door. "You gonna take all day? I need to pee." Carol said from the other side of the door. Ed opened the door. "Good morning, Carol," he said. "Uh-huh," she said, then, "I smell coffee. Good." Ed poured some coffee into one of the cups. Carol hugged him around the waist. "Good morning, Ed. Now get out and let me go pee." Ed went to turn on the TV while Carol took care of business. He heard the shower running after a while. Half an hour later, he was leaning back against the headboard, pillows propping him up watching the news when Carol came out of the bathroom with her own cup of coffee. Ed's was finished and he was wanting another but he just sat there in bed and admired her pretty face and lovely body, her youthfulness—which, he had to admit to himself, made his heart beat a little harder in his chest—and the playful smile she had on her face as she carefully "knee-walked" across the bed to kneel beside him. A Chance Encounter "You look fantastic, Carol," Ed said. Carol looked at Ed from over the rim of her cup which she held in both hands as she took a sip. Her eyes held a mischievous glint. "Mmm," she said after taking a second sip. "And you, Ed, now that I see you in the light of day," neither of them had bothered to put on clothes, "aren't too bad for an old guy." Ed smiled sweetly and played the game. "Bitch," he muttered, barely audible. Carol's eyes went round with shock. "What did you say?" "Which... . Which news channel do you prefer: CCN, HLN, or Fox." Carol laughed. "Fuck the news," she said. She took another sip of coffee and handed Ed the cup. "Here, set this down for me, please." Ed set it down next to his and when he turned back Carol slid her body on top of his. "I have a wonderful idea, Ed. Instead of fucking the news, why don't you turn it off and fuck me instead." Carol wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a big kiss on his mouth. As their tongues got reacquainted, Ed's right arm went around Carol's back to embrace her tightly as his left arm reached out to find the TV control—without knocking the coffee cups onto the floor—and, by cutting his eyes hard to the left, was able to locate and push the power off button. He shifted his body down away from the headboard bringing Carol with him. Now with both hands free he began to caress her lean, muscular back as he had the night before; to run his hands up and down her lithe, young body and to squeeze and massage her buttocks, too. He loved doing this. His cock was beginning to get hard. Carol pulled her lips from Ed's. "Mmm, almost better than coffee in the morning," she said with a devilish grin. And then her eyes lit up. "Oh wait," she said as she scrambled off of Ed and off the bed and headed quickly to the bathroom. "What the...?" Ed said. He heard water running and then Carol was on her way back with a glass of water in her hand, walking around to his side of the bed. "Here... daddy," she gave Ed a wicked grin and giggled. "You want some of your 'insurance'?" Carol held out her other hand and opened it. It held one of his Viagra pills. "Well, darling, if this is just going to be a one-off morning quickie then it might be wasted." Carol arched an eyebrow. "You got an appointment this morning? When is that estate sale anyway?" "No appointments and the estate sale is at ten o'clock," Ed said. "Well, then, you might need this, lover," Carol said with a grin and held out her hand to him with the little blue pill in it. Ed laughed. "It can't hurt," he said as he took the pill and placed in his mouth, then took the offered water and drank a couple of sips. "How long does it take to... you know, work?" "Twenty minutes to half an hour. Empty stomach, like now, twenty minutes." "Great. We'll figure out what to do in the meantime." Carol winked at Ed then picked up her cup to take a couple of bigger swigs, now that it had cooled some. "Well, Carol," Ed used his eyes to direct hers to his crotch. His thick cock was nearly completely straight and hard. He lightly stroked it with his fingertips. "We don't need to wait." "Ooo, look at that," Carol said as her hand replaced Ed's on his cock. "I didn't get a good look at it last night, Ed, but you have a nice looking cock. "And what's this. Oh my god! You're leaking," Carol said as she saw another drop of pre-cum oozing out of Ed's cock. He had already licked the first one off his finger. "We can't have that," she said as she hopped up on to the bed and promptly slid her warm, slick mouth over Ed's swollen glans and began sucking on it like a baby nursing on a very large nipple. Ed gasped and his body shuddered. Carol began sucking more of Ed's cock, going down as far as she could without gagging, then back up to repeat it all again. "Come here, Carol," Ed said as he reached his right hand for her hips. "I want to lick your pussy while you suck my cock." "Great idea," Carol said as she quickly turned her body around to straddle his face and lower her pussy to his mouth then went back to sucking his cock. Ed nuzzled Carol's pussy with his nose for a couple of moments then began licking and sucking on it. "Mmm! Mmm!" Carol moaned as she kept sucking Ed's cock. Besides licking and sucking, Ed would also nibble and bite Carol's pussy and from the way she pushed down against his mouth it was clear that what he was doing was pleasing her. This went on for several minutes and Ed felt like he would need a change of pace or he was going to blow a load in Carol's mouth soon. Carol made the decision for him. "God, Ed, I want you to fuck me," she gasped as she pulled her mouth off his cock. "I love what your mouth is doing to my pussy but I really want to feel you cock in it." Carol rolled off Ed and turned her body around and spread her legs wide apart, opening her pussy up totally to Ed and his thick cock. Ed rolled up onto his side and leaned in to kiss Carol hard on the mouth. Then he maneuvered himself between her thighs and used his hand to press the head of his cock into her vaginal opening. "Ready?" he asked. "Uh-huh," Carol answered. Ed shoved all seven inches of his thick, hard cock deep into Carol's slick, tight, grasping pussy in one smooth stroke. He lowered his body down onto his elbows over her and began fucking her with long, smooth strokes. Carol brought her knees up to his ribs and placed her heels on his thrusting ass and her hands on his back. She was totally turned on now. She kidded Ed about being an "old man," but he was handsome and he had a hard, muscular body and a six pack to boot, not to mention a cock that stretched her and fill her wonderfully. She really didn't care that he was old enough to be her daddy and, if fact, that thought gave her a little extra boost to her libido. She decided to tell him. "You know what, old man," she whispered in his ear. "No, what?" Ed answered cautiously. "I think you're the best lover I've ever had. And, Ed, all kidding aside, I really don't care that you're old enough to be my daddy. Making love with you is wonderful. So there," she said, then bit his ear, sending shivers and goose bumps all down his right side. Ed laughed. "Thank you little girl. All kidding aside, I haven't had sex like this since... . Hell, I don't know when." Carol smiled and placed her hands on Ed's face and looked him directly in the eyes. "Thank you... daddy," she said and giggled, then she kissed him again, again, and again. "God, girl, your pussy feels so good," Ed whispered in Carol's ear after they pulled their lips apart. "You're so tight and wet... and... wonderful. It feels so damned good fucking you." "Yeah, Ed," Carol breathed, "I kind of like it, too." They kissed again then Ed was concentrating on how good it felt fucking Carol's beautiful little pussy and Carol concentrated on how good if felt for Ed beautiful big cock to be fucking her pussy. "I... love... morning... sex," Carol said between gasping breaths. "Me too," Ed responded. "Oh Ed! Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me!... . Yessss! I'm going to come!" Carol cried out. "Wait for me, baby, I'll come with you." Ed gasped. "I can't! I can't! I'm... . Ahhhh! Yes, Ed! Yessss!" And then Carol was coming, her thighs gripping his ribs and her arms hugging his body tightly down onto hers as she shuddered with sexual pleasure. Her pussy clenched and released and clenched and released, again and again on Ed's thick cock as she came. Her mind went blank for a few seconds. Ed had been close to coming, but not that close. He stopped moving and let Carol enjoy her orgasm... as he enjoyed feeling her pussy spasm on his cock. "Mmm," Carol said. "I love sex in the morning." Ed chuckled at her more or less repeating herself. "Me too, darling." Carol looked up into Ed's eyes. "What would you like now? Fuck me doggy style, or have me suck your cock and come in my mouth?" "Daaaamn, woman! Such wonderful choices!" Ed was grinning. This young woman was proving to be an absolute delight. "I'd really love to fuck you doggy style, but if your willing, I'd like even more to watch you suck my cock... and come in your mouth." "Get off of me you big lug," Carol said, but was laughing as she pushed on Ed's chest. Ed laughed and rolled over onto his back. His still hard cock came out of Carol's wet pussy with a wet, sucking sound. Carol immediately positioned herself beside Ed's hips and grabbed his cock. She gave him a mock stern look. "I'm only doing this because I think you're a nice guy." Then she leaned down and began sucking his cock. Ed laughed at Carol's words until her warm, silky smooth mouth slid over his cock, then he gasped with pleasure. Carol stroked and sucked with enthusiasm. She didn't slow down. She was glad that Ed had chosen for her to suck him off. She really wanted him to come in her mouth. She loved sucking cock and swallowing cum. There was, of course, the element of controlling the man that she liked, controlling him with her mouth, controlling his orgasm, like his mouth on her pussy or his cock in her pussy was a controlling element in her orgasms. Further, she liked this man, Ed Scott, a relative stranger, a man old enough to be her father, but one that was a great lover, that knew how to please a woman, to please her, and loved doing it. Yes, she wanted to suck him off and swallow his cum. "Oh baby, baby!" Ed cried out. Carol's mouth, lips, and tongue were doing wonderful things to his cock. He propped himself up on his elbows to watch the beautiful sight of Carol's mouth going up and down on his very hard cock. Then he laid back down and just enjoyed the feeling of it. "Oh, that's it! That's it, Carol. I'm going to come! Yes! Yes! Nooooowwww!" Ed cried as his hips humped up almost gagging Carol with his cock as it began to pump a big, hot load of his cum into her mouth. His body shuddered and shivered with pleasure as Carol's mouth kept sucking on his cock, swallowing every bit of his thick semen. "Oh wow! Oh wow! Oh baby!" Ed said between gasps. And then he sighed and his body relaxed. "Mmm, damn, you're good," Ed said. He laughed then reached for Carol. She came into his arms and he gave her one long, sweet kiss, then several more shorter ones. Carol pulled her lips from Ed's. She looked into his eyes. "I'm glad you liked that. It really turned me on, too." "Yeah? You want me to return the favor?" Carol kissed Ed on the lips. "No, sweetie, I need to go back to the City. I've got things I need to do." "You don't want to come to Bodega with me and watch me in action." Ed smiled, but he sensed something was wrong. "I'd like to, Ed, but... ." Carol trailed off. "I don't want to be nosy or anything, but can you tell me about it? I mean, last night... now, this morning... . I feel like we can be... well, candid with each other." Carol sighed. "Ed," she paused. "Ed, I... I found out yesterday that my husband was having an affair with my best friend... . Some best friend, eh? Some husband, too." "I'm so sorry, Carol... ." He didn't know what else to say. He had is own memories but this wasn't the time to bring them out. "No, Ed. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. It's my problem, not yours." "So what are you going to do? "Go home, pack up my personal items. I moved in with him when we got married... one month ago," Carol said pointedly, "and all the furniture is his. Although, I had planned on changing out some things... ." Ed could see that Carol was ready to cry. Carol sniffed and blinked back a tear then smiled brightly at Ed. "I still have my medical transcription job and I have my mom and dad in San Leandro who will let me move back in until I can get my own place. So I'll be alright." Carol looked down. Ed was silent for a while then he placed his fingers under Carol's chin and gently lifted it. "How would you like to learn to do what I do? Carol frowned. "What do you mean?" "I mean, if you want to, I can teach you what I do. You can travel with me and learn how to spot the real deal, the rare book, or etching, or antiques that can be resold for a good profit. It'll take at least a year and there are books that I would insist you read... memorize almost. And then another year where I would let you do the transactions, make the decisions with me just watching over your shoulder, so to speak. Of course, we'd be using my capital so I won't let you throw it away on a bad decision. After that you could strike out on your own, if you wanted too. You can make a really good living this way... if you like driving all over the country looking for the deals. You get to see America and meet interesting people... ." "And drive a Shelby GT500?" Carol asked with a big smile. "My dad would be knocked off his feet if I came driving up in one of those." "And drive a Shelby GT500, if you want. But that won't come immediately. "What do you think, Carol. I mean, you're smart and quick. I think you wouldn't have any trouble learning this business. And, well, we seem to get along okay." Ed grinned. "Maybe better than okay. "And, for your information," Ed continued before Carol could answer, "you will not be required to sleep with me as part of this offer. I'm offering you a business proposition. What we had last night and this morning, well that was great, better than great, but if you want this job fucking the boss is not part of the job description." "But what if I want to?" Carol asked, giving Ed a devilish grin. He grinned back at her. "Then that would be wonderful, fantastic even. But that would be your decision, Carol. The job offer still holds even if you don't want to. I just want to make that clear." Carol turned serious. "Do you really think I can do it?" "It's not going to be easy. You're going have to work hard to learn what I have to teach you, but anything worth having is worth working for. And, Carol, I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't think you could learn the trade." Carol looked at Ed for a few seconds, thinking. She took in a deep breath, held it for a couple of seconds, then let it out noisily and grinned. "I might be crazy but... yes, Ed, I accept your offer." Then she squealed and threw herself on him. They tumbled over backwards and Carol planted a big wet kiss on Ed's lips. His hands began roaming over her back and buttocks. "Listen, dear," Ed said as they broke the kiss, "I will pay you, but it won't be a huge amount. We'll be using my car. I'll be buying the gas, paying for the motels rooms and food. But in the second year I'll give you a commission as well as the pay and you'll do all right, I just know you will." Carol shifted her body and straddled Ed's hips. "Okay," she said simply then kissed him again. After she pulled her lips from Ed's, Carol sat up and reached between her legs. "And what do we have here?" she asked as she grabbed hold of his fully erect cock. Carol raised up, positioned Ed's cock at her vaginal opening then sat back down, shoving his thickness quickly, smoothly, deep up inside her wet pussy. "Ohhh," Carol sighed and her body shivered with pleasure as Ed lovely cock filled her pussy up again. Ed smiled and shook his head. This was going to be a very interesting two years. "What?" Carol asked. "Does it bother you that I like to be on top." Ed laughed. "Not as long as I can get on top some of the time." "Oh you will, Ed, sweetie," Carol said as she began rising and falling on his cock. If this works out, you'll have a couple of years to fuck every which way you and I can think of... including you on top." Ed laughed again. In two years, if this worked out and she was this horny all the time, Carol might just fuck him to death. But what a way to go, he thought and smiled to himself. Carol closed her eyes. She braced her hands on Ed's chest and began a fast undulating, rolling motion with her hips, fucking his cock in and out of her slick, clenching pussy. She kept this up for several moments. Ed loved watching Carol fucking him, seeing the concentration on her face, seeing her tits—small though they were—jiggling to her motion, seeing her hard, erect nipples, and seeing a light sheen of sweat break out on her forehead. There was still a part of him that wanted to thrown her over onto her back and do the work himself. He loved holding his weight up over a woman, fitting his hips between a her wide-spread thighs and thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy. Carol opened her eyes. Ed placed his hands on either side of her face. "You're fantastic," he said. Her mouth was open and she was panting a little. At Ed's words she smiled... then grinned. "Hey boss, your new employee is going to come pretty soon... if that's okay with you." She grinned again. Ed smiled and nodded. "Go for it, Carol. I want to feel you coming on my cock. It feels so good, what you're doing, I might just come with you." He realized that how Carol was fucking him had brought him close to the point of no return. His cock was loving it and was as hard and swollen as it ever got as Carol's beautifully tight, slick velvet sleeve fucked up and down on it. "Yeah, yeah, Ed. Come with me," Carol panted. Ed pushed himself up onto his elbows and Carol, anticipating him, leaned in for a kiss. It couldn't last long because of how she was moving. Then Ed wrapped his arms around Carol's back and pulled her body down on top of him. He was getting close and he was getting into the action now. He thrust his hips up hard and fast shoving his cock in and out of Carol's pussy quickly. "Oh Ed, Ed, Eddie!" Carol cried out and then she was sobbing and her body was filled with the delightful pulsing pleasure of sexual release once again. "Mmm! Mmm! Yessss!" she said as she clung onto Ed's shoulders and fucked her pussy down against his up-thrusting cock. Ed began groaning and grunting and fucking Carol harder. His own orgasm arrived and his cock, with that wonderful, fantastic feeling that accompanies it, began spewing his cum deep up in Carol's pussy. And then, in too short a time, it was over. Both Carol and Ed slowed down then stopped fucking. Carol lay on top of Ed panting, sweating. Ed was panting and sweating under her. They were both feeling the last of his cock spasms, the last of her pussy spasms. Ed laughed. "You called me Eddie." "I did? Oh, I'm sorry Ed," Carol said. "But why don't you like to be called Eddie?" "Because people end up calling me 'Fast Eddie,' whoever the hell that was and I don't like it. Carol got a mischievous glint in her eyes. "But Eddie, baby, you are fast... when you're coming. And you fuck me just right then." Ed laughed loud and long. "What am I going to do with you?" "Teach me the trade and, well, fuck me." Carol said with a sweet smile. "I think I might be in trouble. I think you might fuck me to death." "That's what happens when an old man has a girl half his age for a lover... daddy." They both laughed. "So... daddy, should I take out a life insurance policy on you, just in case?" "Oh God. Stop! Stop!" Ed pulled Carol down for an affectionate kiss. "Okay," he said when they broke the kiss, "we have to get cleaned up and packed up. Then breakfast. Then you can follow me to the estate sale and I'll begin teaching you today. Do you really have to go back to San Francisco right away?" "No, that was mostly because I wanted to get my things and move back to my parents before it got too late. But now...?" Ed rolled Carol off and onto the bed then he got off the bed and stood up. His cock was wet and shiny from Carol's pussy juices and his cum and still half-hard. "Here's the plan," Ed said. "After the estate sale you go back to San Francisco and get your things. I was going to go to Santa Rosa to check something out, but that can wait until later... probably much later." A Chance Encounter He found his jeans and reached into the front right pocket and pulled out a roll of cash. He stripped off several bills. "Here, this is a thousand dollars. Go to your parents tonight. Then tomorrow drive down to L.A. and meet me at my house. I'll introduce you to my partner and when we're not on the road he can teach you his end of the business. When we're in L.A. you can live with me... until you can get your own place." Ed pulled out another of his business cards and wrote the address down on the back and handed it to Carol. "Okay?" "Yeah, okay." She paused a beat then gave Ed a wicked smile. "I kind of like this 'daddy thing' we've got going. What if I don't want to get my own place?" Ed laughed and shook his head. "Well then, my love, you can live with me... for as long as you want." He silently, once again, thanked the gods that brought the two of them together, a chance encounter at the restaurant across the highway. "So, let's take a shower and get going." Ed said as he headed for the bathroom. Carol scrambled off the bed. "And no hanky-panky in the shower, girlie!" Ed said at the bathroom door. Hanky-panky, what the fuck is that, Carol thought. One shower fuck later—after a bit of Carol's irresistible oral stimulation—they got packed and in their cars and got going. The End A Chance Encounter These are the kind of parties I rarely attend. They are to fancy and to full of self-important people for me to keep up an engaging and pleasant demeanor for more than a half hour. This party had all the typical hallmarks: overpaid piano player, servers wearing faux-tuxedos, under-whelming hors d'oeuvres, and cheap champagne served in crystal flutes. My first order of business was to find the bartender and a corner to hide in. The bar was in the back of the hall and adjacent to the patio terrace. I painfully made my way through the crowd, stopping to acknowledge those guests who need to be made to feel important. Finding myself needing a whiskey quickly, I cut short the last several greetings to get the bartender's attention. She had an elegant yet simple black cocktail dress that hugged her legs and exposed some of her back. Her hair was pulled back, but not in a ponytail. It seemed she had styled it so it was out of her way, but left some hair free to frame her gorgeous face. She had an ease about her movement even though she was being pressed to attend to a great many drink orders. Her keen movements accentuated her lithe frame. Her dress danced over her body as she worked. I took a seat as far away from the main floor as I could. She nodded my direction to acknowledge me, using her eyes to communicate that she was busy for a moment but would attend to me shortly. As she finished a few rounds for the servers she glided my direction, easily surveying the bar for guest needs that could be met on her way. I ordered my drink and continued to watch her work as she quickly became the most interesting person in the room. She spoke sweetly to the guests and efficiently to co-workers consistently managing to please both. I had arrived at the party later than intended (yet thankfully so) and the crowd was swelling now. She saw my drink as nearly finished and came over to ask, "May I pour you another?" I nodded yes, and winked at her (I have no idea what possessed me to do that!) and I almost spilled the rest of my cocktail when she winked back. Later on she poured a third for me and casually licked her lips as she placed the drink in front of me. Was I imagining this? With whiskey coursing through my veins, I couldn't be sure. A second bartender had arrived and I feared my moments with this woman were quickly fleeting. I had to seize the moment or I was sure to regret it. "Excuse me?", I said. "Are you sure you can handle another?", she teased. "I never did get your name." "Crista." It sounded sweet and inviting as it rolled of her tongue. "I didn't catch your name either." "Michael. Crista, are you going on break?" "Yes, but Megan will take good care of you till I return." "I do not want Megan. I believe I will have another and then my tab please. I do not know if I can suffer this party any longer." I sighed. "I know exactly what you mean, care to join me on the terrace for a bit?" she asked innocently, as if she was unsure if I would say yes. "I would enjoy that", I stated, hoping not to seem over eager. "Meet me by the rail in 10 minutes", she said as she walked away and I swear I had to remind myself to breathe. Being back-lit from the lights inside the party, her statuesque body was radiant as she sauntered over to where I stood overlooking the city lights. She seemed an angel, but there was a seduction in her walk. Her lovely, dress-hugged hips swayed to the music pumping from the dance floor. I raised my glass to her as she approached. "A toast, to sweet Crista, who has saved me from the drudgery of this socialite evening and delivered unto me a few moments of blissful company", I tried and failed to say with Shakespearean flair. She smiled, amused at my attempt to match the social mores of our environment. Standing next to me, I quickly realized that I had underestimated her beauty and poise. She smelled like a field of flowers, her fragrance was intoxicating. I continued to remind myself to breathe. We stood there for a while overlooking the city skyline, not saying anything, simply enjoying an easy comfortableness with each other. I felt like I was floating on an island, in a sea of undesirable wretches. I was marooned here with a goddess. Breathe in. She laid her head on my shoulder. Breathe out. I casually draped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer to me. She shifted her head to look at me after the embrace and it took me a few moments to muster the courage to face her. Breathe in. Deeply. Her smell was making me drunk and I could no longer stop myself from kissing her. Setting my drink on the railing I tilted her head a little further while keeping her very close with my other arm. I could see her chest heaving as I placed my lips gently on her smooth neck. Breathe out. She shivered at the sensual touch but did not pull away instead giving herself fully to the embrace. A few more slow and soft kisses up the neck and I had to come up for air. Breathe in. Her lips were parted slightly as I kissed them. She tasted like summer honeysuckle. I pressed in to her, wanting her, feeling her, needing her. She seemed to collapse under the weight of that kiss, losing herself for a moment. "Crista!" Megan shouted. Damn Megan... The tranquility of that moment was shattered into a million pieces by Megan's screeching need for help. "I am sorry Michael, break is over", she said as she collected herself. "I have to get back to the bar." Breathe out. I watched her walk back. Was she swaying her hips like that on purpose? It seemed as if the dregs of upper-society broke away in front of her like waves crashing into a rock. I knew what I had to do...get another whiskey. She hardly seemed surprised to see me back at the bar. As she walked over with a fresh drink in hand I understood that she had been expecting me to follow. "I am off work in an hour, do you have plans for later?" she asked. "I do now", I replied with a little more eagerness than intended. The next hour seemed to last all night. I sipped my cocktail, balancing around being tipsy and a little drunk. Crista focused on her guests and responsibilities, mostly ignoring me for the hour and I began to panic that I may have lost the opportunity to spend more time with her. I watched as she collected her things, closed her register and said goodnight to Megan as she exited the bar toward the manager's office. She never even looked my way and I realized that those few moments on the terrace were all I would know of her. I sat, finishing my cocktail in one gulp and reliving that moment as Megan walked over. "Crista asked me to give you this", she said as she slid a folded piece of paper to me and collected my glass. My heart skipped a beat. I unfolded the napkin-note which read, "Downstairs in 10 minutes there will be a cab waiting for you." I made my way through the lobby and out the revolving door and there was a taxi, door opened, waiting for me. The driver asked me my name to insure he had the correct passenger. The drive was a few minutes out of downtown and we soon pulled up to a suburban home. "How much sir?" I asked. The driver informed me that she had already taken care of that. I stood on the sidewalk for a few moments trying to collect myself. I felt nervous for the first time in a long time. My hands started to sweat. Was I dreaming? As I approached the threshold I noticed she had left the door open and as I closed it, I heard it lock automatically. I was trapped. I like this game. An unusual sense of calm swept through me as I wondered whether I was the hunted or the hunter. Through the foyer I arrived in the kitchen where a small bottle of fine bourbon and two snifters had been set out and filled. I took both glasses and warmed the bourbon in my hands. Soft classical music was playing from somewhere, Beethoven's third symphony I am almost sure. She emerged from a hallway just across from the kitchen walking over to me. I handed her a snifter as she slowly turned using one hand to lift her hair exposing the zipper on her dress. "Unzip me please?" and I obliged her request exposing more of her back. She danced away from me allowing her dress to hit the floor right before turning the corner to her bedroom, teasing me purposefully. After a few moments she came in to the kitchen again. She stood before me, at least five feet away and allowed me to fully drink in her image. Her posture, left hand on her hip and standing slightly off balance with her shoulders back accentuated her wonderful curves. She wore white sheer lace underwear with a black lace trim. A bow-tie accent hid the clasp of her bra in front and another hovered just below her navel accentuating her panties. Her hair was down now and it flowed around her shoulders and danced around her breasts. I set my snifter back on the counter after draining it of brandy and very slowly walked over to her. I circled around behind her and she was patient with me as I lustfully looked upon her. I caressed her back with my right hand as my left was graced her outer thigh and hip. She swayed at the touch but remained posed. I dropped to my knees slowly and kissed her upper thigh as I ran my hands down the length of her extraordinary legs, first left, then right. I worked my way back up to the small of her back and as I stood again fully I wrapped my arms around her to squeeze and tease her breasts while nipping at her neck from behind. Eve flexed her hips into me at the touch and moaned as she pressed at my flesh. I carefully freed her breasts and removed the bra as I worked my hands back down her side and hooked my thumbs on her panties as I pulled them to the ground as well, taking the time to carefully slide them off her gorgeous backside. I nibbled at her ass as I did sending a shudder through her. Still behind her and with my left hand fondling her breast I used my right hand to push her legs apart just enough. She moaned and her chest heaved as I placed my hand between her legs and began slowly rotating my fingers around her clit. After a few moments I could feel her warmth rushing over my fingers and I gently pushed her lips aside to expose her clit as I plunged a finger deep in to her. She rocked forward at the move having to grab on to the bar to steady herself while I massaged her breast and pussy together. I began to lose myself to the passion as I pushed her legs farther apart and dropped back to my knees burying my face in her from behind. Her moaning and pleasure had me aching and I did not want to stop. She bucked back on my face, waves of pleasure coursing through her as she was unable to control her movement while I worked my fingers. Her juices began to flow, over my face, and down her legs as she continued to grind on my fingers. I had two fingers in her now, searching her and I knew she was close as her grip on the bar and my fingers strengthened. I used both hands to spread her wide and buried my face in her again tonguing her and sucking her clit. As her body clenched I retracted and plunged my fingers into her once more pumping furiously to match her pushing back. Her entire body stiffened and she threw her head back using one hand to grab her own breast as she came all over my hand. I used my left hand to bend her back towards the bar not intending to give her a break from my attack. Her body shuddered repeatedly as I continued to tease her clit, her breathing becoming more labored and deep. I pulled away from her after a few moments and slid my fingers out of her pussy and around her lips feeling her warmth flow. I instinctively placed my fingers in my own mouth to taste her and breathe her in. I saw her turn at the waist and watch me lick my fingers clean, it seemed to please her. I stood straight and felt the pressure against my pants as I stood. Crista straightened and stretched, accentuating her lovely frame. She twisted a bit, turning toward me as she brushed the hair back out of her face. I saw hunger in her eyes. She became the hunter. I stood motionless, doing my best to control my breathing as she circled me. She traced the lines of my cummerbund with her trailing hand as she continued to circle around me. I dared not move, I was caught. She stopped behind me and pressed close into my back. I could feel her breath on my neck and her breasts heaving as she strained to maintain control of her mounting passion. She reached up with both hands and gently removed my jacket allowing her fingernails to grace my back as she pulled it away. From behind she released my bow-tie and cummerbund to the floor. I started to turn toward her, but she held me in place, grasping on to my shoulders to hinder me. She looped her arms under mine and started to unbutton my shirt. She pulled my shirt free and open as she continued to remove the clasp on my belt. My slacks unzipped and fell away, my cock welcoming the room to grow. What felt like an eternity passed in the next few moments as Crista slid her hands under my shirt, caressing my chest and running her hands down my sides. She grabbed my waist and turned me fully toward her now. I stole her gaze for a moment and time stopped as she peered in to me. I moved to kiss her, but she turned from it and used her hand to push my chin up exposing my neck to her. She leaned in and stole my composure with a lustful kiss on my neck the force of which caused me to move my arms to the bar behind me for support. She pulled back again and I felt vulnerable and exposed. I moved to stand and balance myself but she held me in place with a single finger pointed in to my chest. She looked at me again and I knew to trust her. She slid down my body to the floor, using her hands to tease my cock as she settled lightly to her knees. I was aching for her! She curled her fingers inside the waistband of my boxers and slowly, deliberately pulled them down to set me free. She placed her right hand on my pulsing dick and pushed it up as she began to lick and suckle my balls. Her tongue danced around as she mixed in sweet kisses, pushing me further into her control. She released her hold and my cock bulged as the blood rushed in. Using her left hand to cup and cradle my balls, she took her right hand again and eased my cock into her mouth for the first time. She kissed and tongued the head of my cock and I craved the warmth of her mouth. She slid her mouth further down now and used her right hand to stroke upwards while cradling my balls with her other hand. This teasing continued for many minutes never fully engulfing me, pushing me closer to the edge. She eventually pulled back as she reached up and tied her hair into place. I barely registered the move as the waves of passion assaulted my mind. Moving forward now, I looked down and watched as her mouth teased me again, licking and tonguing. She moved her hands around to my ass and looked up at me with her gorgeous eyes, as if asking for permission. I subconsciously nodded approval and I nearly fell over as she flexed her arms, pulling me closer to her as she forced my cock fully into her mouth. She held me there and I could feel her tongue working around my shaft while I was buried in her throat. She released me and repeated the move several times, sometimes stopping to stroke me while looking at me to gauge my pleasure. She settled into rhythm as she could tell as the minutes went by that I was quickly approaching climax. I did not want to orgasm yet, but Crista had other plans. "I am so close Crista", I gasped as she pushed hard down to the base of my dick allowing me to fuck her throat. She didn't respond other than with a lusty, hungry look. It started in my feet as the passion coursed through my whole body. I gripped down on the bar to steady myself as she, quicker now, began to sense that I was going to come. Her mouth and lips were so hot. She begged me to give it to her with her eyes. I looked away, trying to hold on, but she would not allow it. She pulled back suddenly and began to furiously pump away with her right hand up and down the length of my cock. "Crista!", my hips flexed forward and my back arched as she pulled the orgasm from me. I spilled out on to her chest in waves as muscle spasms forced me to release. My legs weakened and I felt like I was going to fall over as she slid my cock back in to her mouth, teasing and tonguing me back to life. Still on her knees she traced her hands all over my body, dragging her nails slightly over my chest and lower back while bobbing hungrily. After a few moments she rocked back and stood in front of me. I held my place, barely able to think. She turned slowly and started to walk away, realizing that I wasn't following, she turned back. "Come on, I have something I would like you to see", she said as she reached down and grabbed my "leash" leading me to the bedroom. The music and lighting were soft and classical music was still sifting through the speakers. She told me to sit in the corner chair as she went to the bathroom and closed the door. I sat there, reliving every moment we shared since I arrived and I could feel my dick swelling again. She came out of the bathroom and sat on the corner of her bed, facing me. "Mike, I want to show you something." She moved back on the bed a bit and braced herself against some pillows so that she could place her feet on the edge of the bed on either side of the corner, still facing me, and now fully exposing her beautiful pussy. I began to move toward her, but changed my mind as she reached for her toys. She had a long wand with a large round head and a smaller silver object that she laid next to her as I settled in for the show. As she relaxed her legs and her mind, her hands began teasing her lips and clit. Using two fingers she began rubbing a circle around her clit, occasionally spreading those fingers and pushing apart her lips and exposing her sweet pink flesh. She moaned as she did so. I was mesmerized as she continued teasing herself. She pulled her hand away and placed her first two fingers in her mouth. She slid them in to her pussy after teasing her clit again and I watched as her back arched and her breasts heaved. She plunged her fingers in and out and I could see how wet she was. With her left hand she grabbed the wand and turned it on. A soft vibration filled the room and she whimpered helplessly as she placed it to her clit. She held it there, by itself, and I could see her pussy start to quiver at the assault. She switched the wand to her right hand and began using her left to tease her labia again, continuously finger fucking herself. She played like this searching, plunging, teasing, and spreading until her pussy was dripping. She grabbed the smaller silver object and placed it in to her mouth. She pulled it out and turned it on as she placed it against her ass. Now she teased her holes, rubbing the wand up and down her pussy and pressing it into her clit while she pressed the other toy in to her tight ass. She rocked back and her whole body flexed. Her toes grabbed on to the corners of the bed as she worked the bullet all the way in. She was no longer in control. Her body convulsed again. Her pussy was red and swollen now and I watched as she ground on to her hand which was now free to fuck her again. I couldn't help but continue watching and stroking my dick. "Are you ready to see?" she asked breathlessly. I looked in to her eyes to give her permission. She pulled her legs back now and looped her arms inside of them to pin them back. What a glorious sight! She started moaning and whimpering as she pumped her fingers in to her pussy a little faster and the vibrations from her toys increased. I sat in amazement as she shuddered and shook her head violently, occasionally reaching with her right to grab her breast and then back to her pussy. Suddenly she dropped the wand and pushed the bullet free of her beautiful ass and began slapping at her clit. Pushing her fingers back in a few more times brought her to the edge and I gasped as she came. Her back arched and breasts heaved as her juices flowed from her. Wave after wave flowed from her as she continued her attack. I just stared as she soaked the sheets between her legs. A Chance Encounter She wanted to be the Hunter. She tried to remain in control. She lost herself. I suddenly realized I could do whatever I wanted to her now. I focused back on her as she continued to massage and play with her pussy. In total ecstasy. She was beautiful, radiant even. I yearned to touch her everywhere. I stood fully and stretched, palms up to the roof and then wide for wingspan. My body felt energized and in front of me was this lovely creature begging to be fucked. I could no longer resist. I reached for her shoulders and pulled her toward the edge of the bed so that her head hung over the side. Her legs were splayed wide and I was close enough to finally touch her again. I settled over her face and slid my cock into her mouth as I helped her tease her own pussy. She slurped and sucked me back to life quickly. First I spun her and let her relax her legs against my chest while I stood and her on her back. I began to rub my cock up and down her clit and lips. Crista reached down and opened her lovely pussy, all but begging to be fucked right now. I stuck the tip if my dick against her pink flesh, so wet with lust. I pushed in to her and we both barely breathed. Slowly I gained and lost and gained again with waves of pleasure. She looked beautiful caught in floods of pleasure as she reached for her clit and massaged her tits while I spread her open and began to fully enter her. I took both of her legs and held her ankles together up high, exposing her beautiful pussy and ass to me better. With more force now her whimpers became moans. She gripped on to the side of the bed to keep pulling herself back toward the ravaging. My dick grew hot inside her and I could feel her tighten around me as I pushed her legs up higher. Time seemed to slow. The pleasure in her face, her beautiful body, my feeling of fortune, I was drunk with passion. I did not want to come yet. I eased my stroke and separated her legs, one to either side, held in each of my hands. Crista played with her tits, and it was wonderful. I continued to fuck her gently as I watched her play with her bouncing breasts. She pulled at her nipples as her titties bounced and she licked fingers and teased them too. She reached down with her left hand and felt my cock entering her and she became wetter again. I could feel the moisture welling up within her. I looked at her face and I saw inevitability. When you know something is going to happen and you cant stop it. She became lost in passion, unable to resist any longer. I slowed a bit again and eased her legs on to my shoulders now, freeing my hands to play with her beautiful breasts. I squeezed them and pulled them as slowly fucked her, her legs pinned into my body. Her body stiffened and released as she moaned loudly. She looked at me with hunger in eyes. I could feel her body preparing to explode as I slowly pulled out of her. I grabbed the back of her neck and shoulder and pulled her more closely to the edge of the bed. Remembering what she showed me before, I pushed her legs backward once again, just as before so that her ankles were now closer to her ears. Her beautiful pussy was swollen and quivering. I opened her pussy and placed the top if my dick inside and she pulled me. Begging me to finish her. I lost control. She reached out and begged me. I was helpless to resist her needs. She had me where she wanted me and I was happy prey. I forced my way in and pushed her back down onto her back fully as I pumped furiously at her pussy. Her titties bouncing again, and Crista moans and screams. "Please, let me, please" she mumbles as I fuck her hard and slow slapping my balls against her ass. "Let you what?", I asked her. "Let me come all over your dick?" she asks breathlessly, punctuating some words with moans as I pound in to her. I could feel her body again react. I placed my hands back around her ankles and pulled her legs out wide as I started to fuck her a little faster. She put her elbows under her and arched her back and neck and screamed as I plunged into her repeatedly. She suddenly lay flat down on her back and pulled me atop her on the bed and as I pressed her legs over once again, practically bending her in half, with each thrust I could feel her pussy contracting. I pushed deep into her and bit into her neck as she gripped into my back with her nails as she began to flow. With each stroke she shuddered and held on crying out in relief. A Chance Encounter He'd had several appointments and meetings during the day, but she was supposed to have showered and met him in time to make a dinner reservation. She wasn't in the lobby when he'd arrived, so after several minutes he decided that he ought to find out what was keeping her. As he walked across the lobby, he heard his name called out in a sharp voice and instinctively shifted his arm to make a clear sweep of his jacket and draw of his sidearm possible before he turned to reply. He relaxed and smiled in confusion to see that it was Kimberly, the girlfriend of an acquaintance that he'd have never expected to see here in Morocco. He glanced around the lobby, slightly anxious to keep this conversation quick or to move it out of sight. It would be...difficult if Kimberly said too much about where he lived or who she thought he worked for and the wrong ears heard it. They embraced and she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, clearly happy and surprised to see him. Kimberly was a tall girl, lean everywhere except her exquisitely shaped legs and ass. She was an exotic mix, Hawaiian or Polynesian, and Caucasian, but had grown up in Virginia where they'd met at several cocktail parties and events. As she was explaining that she was in Morocco to do consulting with a tech firm looking to install networks in the country, he noticed over her shoulder that their friendliness was attracting some attention. Not wanting to linger in the lobby in the public eye, he suggested that she come up to the suite he was sharing with Aimee to say hello and catch up. After a short walk from the elevator, he plucked the magnetic key from the pocket of his tailored dress shirt and inserted into the suite door without knocking. He was three steps into the room when he heard the shower running and thought, "She's running very late or expecting me to join her." He glanced back at Kimberly and said with a shrug, "It sounds like she's running late. I'll go nudge her along. Grab a seat." He gestured at the couch in the sitting area of the suite and went through the double doors into the bedroom area and straight into the bathroom where Aimee greeted his entry with a musical laugh and a wave through the foggy, glass shower door. Her hair was plastered against her back in a long wave, and she made no effort to hurry as she rinsed the conditioner from it. Running her fingers along her scalp, she bent backward toward the showerhead and her breasts stood out in the fog and spray, in perfect profile above her flat stomach and narrow waist. She was a petite hourglass with breasts that were large for her frame, and seeing her skin glistening in the fine sheen of water and soap, made his fingers itch to touch her. Finally, after she'd rinsed herself free of the last remnants of soap and lather in a long, slow twirl, and then bent to turn off the shower's flow, she made one last, languorous arch of her back to squeeze the excess water from her hair and then slid the glass door to the side so that a roil of steam washed over him. When she was facing him with nothing between them but the chill hotel-room air, and her nipples hardened, she said, "Hello, sweet man. Grab me that robe." With a look that spoke far more than words would be able to convey, he plucked the linen robe from a hook and held it just out of her reach between them. With another musical chuckle, she stepped carefully out of the tub and stood then, close in front of him, dripping and smiling. He kissed her and then held the robe up behind her so that his arms stretched over her shoulders and she turned and shimmied her way into the thin garment while never taking her eyes from his face. He looked down at her, at all of her from head to toe while she kept that gaze, and then he stepped backward so that she had room to shrug the linen around her and tie it into place. The thin, white cloth clung to her every curve and line and revealed almost as much as it hid. What it did hide made it somehow more sensual and despite having just seen all of her that there was to see, it made him long to pluck the knot out of the belt and pull it off of her again. "What are you smiling at?" She asked, suspicious but still playful. He'd just remembered that Kimberly was in the sitting area just outside the bedroom, and that Aimee didn't know she was there, but instead of saying that, he replied, "You're late. Get your pretty little ass in gear." She did the magic trick that pulled her hair and a towel into a large twirl of fabric atop her head, and rolled her eyes at him, shoving at his shoulders as he led her out of the bathroom. As Ryan walked straight through the bedroom, toward the main area of the suite he was thinking about all of the times that he and Aimee had discussed having another woman join them in bed, and how many times that Kimberly's name had been moaned through Aimee's lips. He popped open both of the bedroom doors at once as Aimee followed close behind him. "So where are we going for dinner?" Aimee began, and then cut off, seeing Kimberly stand in surprise from the couch where she'd been sitting. "RYAN! Why didn't you tell me she was here?" "I told you that you were late," Ryan deadpanned in return. Oblivious to the semi-transparent condition of her robe, and trying to brace through her embarrassment, she marched up to Kimberly and embraced the taller woman with a warm hug. "It's such a great surprise to see you! I'm sorry Ryan is such a social retard and didn't give me a chance to get dressed." "It's all right," she laughed, it's my fault. I caught Ryan in the lobby and he said that he wanted to surprise you. Aimee swung on Ryan with one of her looks and found him struggling to keep his laughter quiet as he fished a handful of tiny bottles from the mini-bar. "Prick," she snapped, and then couldn't help but laugh as well before turning back to Kimberly. "Just give me a moment to throw something on." She walked quickly toward the bedroom and realized as she did that her quick strides were probably causing the robe, which quite short, to rise up quite a bit in the back, and that she was probably giving the Ryan and their guest quite a show. When she was safely back in the bedroom, she surveyed herself in the mirror above the dresser and to her shock, saw that the thin material of the robe was all but see through everywhere that it hung tightly to her. She'd been worried about her ass hanging out, and here her breasts were clearly visible through the clinging fabric; and that's where she was covered. The robe, which she'd carelessly wrapped around herself, uncaring what it covered given how many times Ryan's hands had been all that covered her skin when they were together, hung in a long, open v in the front almost to her navel so that the inside curves of her breasts were on display without even the semblance of coverage that the robe offered her hard nipples. She unknotted the robe and peeled it off of her shoulders before running her hands up her torso and over her breasts, still staring into the mirror, and thought to herself that her nipples weren't just hard from the hotel's air conditioning, but because her shock and embarrassment were mixed with an electric excitement and a little thrill of mischief. With one hand still cupping her breast, she let the other fall to her groin and ran her middle finger lightly downward over her clit and to her pussy. She wasn't surprised to find herself wet, not just from the shower, but from the thought of having been on display in front in the next room. With that realization, she abandoned the idea of putting on the outfit that she'd draped over the foot of the bed in anticipation of dressing for dinner, and instead went to peruse the limited selection in her temporary closet. She fished out a dark green sheath dress that hit her mid-thigh and dipped down in the front in a wide curve to show quite a bit of cleavage, but then returned it. Instead, thinking that if Ryan was up to what she thought he was, that she'd play his little game as well. She decided on a long white dress shirt that gripped tightly across her chest and hung to just below her ass and a pair of ridiculously priced yoga pants that her ass looked amazing in. With another little thrill of excitement, and feeling naughty, she didn't bother with underpants or a bra. When she'd pulled on the clothing, she took one quick look in the mirror, unbuttoned one more button of her shirt at both the bottom and the top, scrubbed the towel through her hair so that it hung in a damp, wavy tangle over both of her shoulders, and walked quickly back out to the sitting room before she lost her nerve. Her entry brought the two of them out of quiet conversation, and the flush on Kimberley's face and the quick licking of her lips made her think that she'd probably been the topic of the conversation. Ryan's face was passive, closed to anyone who didn't know him, but she knew him well enough to recognize his expression, an expression she'd seen many times when they were out in public together when he was trying to be discreet. The expression told her that he wanted her, and wanted her badly, and now. This wasn't the face he made when he was imagining some time, hours or days in the future when he'd have her alone, this was the face that said that something between them would have to be done soon. The same narrowing of his eyes, the same hint of a smile that might be imagined, and the same tiny raising of an eyebrow were all on his face the time he'd reached across to finger fuck her while they were driving down the road at 80 miles an hour, and the time he hadn't even waited for her to put her shopping bags down before he'd pulled up her skirt, spanked her bare ass and fucked her from behind while the door and curtains to her balcony stood open just feet away. She'd felt like the entire world could have been watching, and the orgasm had left her legs shaking. The small talk about Kimberley's work and the supposed reason for Ryan being in Morocco ended shortly, and the mini-bottles shortly after, so Kimberley offered to grab more drinks from her room. Ryan hopped up, agreed that they should continue their impromptu party and said with a wink that Aimee would get some ice. He followed Kimberly to the door with a knowing look over his shoulder and gave Kimberley time to get around the corner to the elevator before circling back. He plucked a bottle of bourbon from the top of his bag and waived it at Aimee with a wink. "I figured we could use a moment to regroup. I spoke to Kimberley while you were dressing. She broke up with Adam, and she's really excited to see friendly faces here." "RYAN," she began, beginning to blush, even as a mischievous smile broke onto her face. Before she could continue, he was across the room in 3 long, fast steps, and on top of her before she could react. Before either of them had any time to think, she was sprawled back on the couch with her legs around him and his mouth against hers. They kissed through moans and whispers and their hands were everywhere. By the time that Kimberley knocked at the door, her shirt was completely undone, and Ryan was sucking the hard nipple of one breast while running his thumb and forefinger around the other. The knock brought a growl from Ryan and a sharp intake of breath from Aimee. "Get off!" she whispered sharply, but he was already moving, adjusting his erection while he walked to open the door. "WAIT!" she hissed, trying to be quiet, but he smiled and shrugged, opening the door even as she scrambled to button the wayward shirt. Ryan held the door open, and watched Kimberley's face as she entered. He wasn't sure what she'd seen that provoked the look of surprise, but she masked the expression quickly. When they were fully into the suite, Aimee, flushed, but her expression neutral, eased past them holding the ice bucket aloft with the announcement that she was going to get more. In the hall, she fought to catch her breath and couldn't because all she could think about was what Ryan might be planning. The possibilities inherent in the two people in that room left her reeling and unable to concentrate. "I should be putting my ass in this thing instead of the scoop," she muttered as she filled the ice bucket. She took a deep breath, gave herself a little shake, and smoothed her hair before walking back down the hall. Ryan met her at the door when she tapped and the predatory grin on his face made her heart race faster again. She moved into the room with him close behind her, and stopped when she saw the look on Kimberley's face where he sat on the middle of the couch. The look was filled with anticipation and lust and Aimee was both alarmed and excited. "Ryan?" He delicately took the ice bucket from her hands and placed it on a side table before coming to stand behind her again. She gasped and goose bumps stood out all over her body when he ran his hands up her hips and under her shirt to cup her breasts. His lips were at the nape of her neck and worked their way upward to her ear. "Kimberley would very much like to watch what happens next and perhaps join later if you'd like," he whispered, as she realized that his fingers had done the magic work of unbuttoning her shirt without her having realized. "Ryan?" she whispered again, this time pleading, wanting what was happening to continue, but fear warring with excitement. "It's ok, I have you," he whispered back, "do this for me." He took her gently by the elbows then, and moved her to the center of the floor. Once there, he turned her so that she was facing Kimberley directly, on display, and peeled the shirt from her shoulders. Her nipples, already hard from excitement, pushed out further at the sudden touch of the air conditioned air, and she gave a little shudder. In her bare feet she didn't even come to Ryan's chin, and in his arms, with him behind her, and feeling on display, she felt tiny, like her muscles weren't hers to command. She looked back at him, over her shoulder, as her fingers gripped at the material of his pants over his outer thighs, and at his nod, allowed herself to let go of her concerns and plunge fully into this moment. He nodded again, sensing the change in her and tipped her head backward to kiss him. The movement stretched her neck; brought her up on her toes and she imagined the way her body looked to Kimberley in that moment. She arched further, determined to give the other woman a show and moaned into Ryan's mouth as he caught her hair in a fist at the back of her skull. His other arm coiled strongly around her and pulled her back into him so that she could feel his hard cock even more clearly against her ass. The kiss seemed to last forever, and she wanted it to, but more she wanted it to end so that she could do other things with her mouth and with his mouth. Seeming to read her mind again, he turned her in his arms, and with her hair still wrapped in his fingers, gently drove her to her knees in front of him. Without instruction or guidance, her hands moved automatically to his belt and within moments, his hard cock was in her hand. Her eyes flickered toward the couch, and then locked onto his. Looking up at him, she stroked his cock slowly, and warming now to putting on a show, ran her tongue upward along his balls and the length of his cock before taking him into her mouth. She felt his fingers spasm against the base of her skull and heard the hissed intake of his breath when her lips closed on him, and a thrill of excitement and pleasure ran through her. She moved her head slowly up back and forth and up and down, varying the depth and speed of him in her mouth and unable to hold back any longer, pushed one hand down the front of her yoga pants to reach her swollen clit. She was very, very wet, and the first touch of her fingers sent a ripple of pleasure through her, a tiny orgasm, which only made her long for more. Seeing this little tremor roll through her, he smiled down at her and pulled his cock from her mouth even as she strained against the pull in her hair to keep it in there. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her again, using his grip in her hair, he kissed her neck, along her jaw, against her ear and then, abruptly, the pull on her hair disappeared as his hands found her ass. He lifted her, seemingly without effort, and her legs went automatically around his waist. In 2 steps, he had her at a chaise that faced the sofa and deposited her there. He dropped to his knees in front of her and he peeled her yoga pants off in a practiced movement that she assisted with a shift of her hips. She found herself leaning against the back of the chair with her heels against its edge and her knees splayed wide open in front of him, and in front of Kimberley, who was staring at them with a glazed look of pure lust stretched across her face. Ryan began to kiss the inside of her thigh, and without warning, his finger plunged into her. She whimpered, and then gasped as his mouth and tongue joined his finger at her pussy. She clutched her own breasts and ground into Ryan's mouth as his tongue began to dance across her clit, and nodded her head in encouragement when Kimberley stood and peeled free of the form fitting jeans she was wearing. Ryan's mouth brought her attention back away from Kimberley's observation and she stuttered out another orgasm as he rubbed against her g spot with his finger, her clit with his tongue, and another finger found its way into her ass. She could see the muscles in his shoulders moving through his shirt, and she reveled in the fact that she was naked, on display, and coming he was still dressed and Kimberley was wearing only a tank top and a tiny pair white panties that stood out brightly against her tan skin. Ryan was still hard at work, and she could feel another orgasm beginning to build from within her core, but she needed more. She bent forward, curling up so that she could reach him more easily, and she pulled at his hair. He looked up at her and she mouthed the word please, so he stopped what he was doing to stand. He stepped to the side so that she was completely, brazenly spread open and unobstructed for Kimberley's view, and it gave her a rush. She brought one hand to her pussy and the other to her breast and began to masturbate in front of them both. With 2 fingers, she rubbed up and down the slit of her pussy, over her clit and then plunged them inside over and over. Ryan's hand was on her shoulder a moment later, and he was standing beside the chair naked now, his hard cock pointed at her face and on level. Quickly, his cock was in her mouth and he started to slowly fuck her face while she masturbated. Kimberley had her hand jammed down the front of her panties and her shirt pulled up so that Aimee could see the ridges of muscles in her stomach. Ryan suddenly pulled Aimee upward and grabbed a pillow from couch to throw at Kimberley's feet. "Get down," he said, his voice a rasp as his hands caressed her. Knowing what he wanted, she dropped to her knees on the pillow in front of Kimberley and then draped her arms and head into the other woman's lap lap. Her hand was mere inches away and the thin material of her underpants was transparent with lace and wetness. Aimee looked up to meet Kimberley's gaze just as Ryan slammed into her from behind. He took no time to ease into it. One moment he was behind her, and she was filled with lust and anticipation, and the next, he was fucking her. Long, hard strokes that filled her and made her ache for more, and that forced her head forward over and over, each stroke making her face come almost into contact with Kimberley's rubbing fingers. Ryan's hands gripped hard at her hips and gasps of pleasure tore from him at irregular intervals. He ran his thumb across her asshole and she clenched around him, her pussy drawing at him as her ass twitched in expectancy. He brought his thumb back, this time coated in saliva, and then pressured slowly against her until it slipped into her ass. She was meeting his thrusts with a push back of her own and the extra sensation just spurred her on. A Chance Encounter On a whim, she stretched her head and kissed the inside of Kimberley's thigh and pulled the small piece of fabric covering the other woman's pussy to the side. She knew Ryan had seen by the pulsing of his cock inside of her. He was close, and she knew it, but so was she. Wanting his orgasm to trigger hers, she moaned loudly, pulled one hand back between her legs, and with the other gently moved Kimberley's hand out of the way so that she could begin licking her pussy. Kimberley let out a sharp cry of pleasure and desire when Aimee's tongue found her clit, and Aimee again felt fingers twine in her hair. Surprisingly, Kimberley was the first to finish with a cry of exultation or frustration. Ryan led out a roar and slammed home deep inside her and she felt him pulse and twitch inside her, his cock emptying into her in a desperate plunge. His orgasm, his cock jumping and throbbing inside her, brought her orgasm crashing home. She cried out, and her nails went into Kimberley's thighs, and she stroked Aimee's hair back from her face. Ryan's hands were tender on her back and he eased out of her. She leaned back onto her heels and Kimberley leaned quickly forward to kiss her softly, hands caressing her face and legs still wide open in front of her. "Bourbon?" Ryan asked, and his voice brought her up slowly from the delicious kiss she was sharing. She laughed the musical laugh that he loved so well, and said, "You pour, and then it's your turn to watch for a little while." A Chance Encounter The social network This is my first story on this website and I hope you'll like it. This happened about 15 years ago. The names have been changed to protect the identities. ***** Internet chatting was at its full flow back then. I had just gotten the hang of it and always logged in to yahoo chat rooms to have some fun chats with people from across the globe. I generally hung around in the Mumbai chat room to find girls from close by. Mostly things would last for as long as one chat and back then having a mobile phone was considered a luxury. Luckily I had one of those first nokia phones the sturdy 3310. Most of the girls were hesitant to give out their numbers due to privacy concerns and also India is primarily considered a sex starved nations. This rule applied to the metros as well. This one fine day things were pretty dud in the chat room and soon guys started chatting to each other. I was chatting along with this one guy who shared a similar wavelength as mine. We got chatting and in minutes we were good chat buddies. From him I learnt that he had been lucky with quite a few number of girls in real life as well as online. Since I was relatively amateur in that department, I asked him if he could share a few tips with me. He went ahead and did me one better. He told me about this girl he met online who was "one hell of a horny chick". These were his words. He said that they met in real soon and ended up making out in the first meet itself. I was pretty impressed on hearing this since these are/were big things back home. Girls were generally not that up front back in the day. He gave me her chat ID and shared a pic of hers. She looked pretty hot .He also told me things that I needed to know before messaging her. Her name was Priya. I instantly added her on my yahoo messenger during the afternoon. It was about 8-9 in the night later when I logged in and saw some offline messages from her. She had added me back and was on invisible mode. I replied to her messages and she instantly replied back. Soon we had introduced ourselves and when she asked me how I got her ID, I just said that she had given it to me in a chat room some days back and I had forgotten to add her until now. That's generally a safe bet. She was a mallu girl and had those sexy eyes that most south indian girls possess. She shared the same pic with me which earlier that day my friend had sent me. We did not have any mushy chats on day 1. We chatted 3-4 days more when the topic deviated towards sex. She pushed it there and not me. I was just being the nice guy here or trying to act like one. Remember how amateur I said I was. Soon we decided to meet on a Saturday evening. I was kinda nervous of how things would go. I did not even have her number. She told me that she didn't have a mobile phone and would contact me from a PCO when she reaches the spot. We met outside Andheri railway station mc donalds. She was a sight. Her eyes were sexy and beautiful luscious lips that could swallow you at once. She had a nice body accentuated in the right places. We took a rickshaw and went to Juhu beach. We sat next to each other and chatted. My friend had told me that you should not waste time with her and she will be up for it on the first meet itself. So I proceeded to kiss her but she moved her head down. Strike one. This time I held her hands and stood facing her while she was on a seat and moved slowly to kiss her. Soon her lips gripped mine like a storm and she kissed me like I had never been kissed before. She sucked my lips while her tongue explored me. I was so inexperienced in front of her but I was enjoying this like I had not enjoyed anything before. I hands were holding her waist tightly. She broke the kiss after some time to have a breather. We shared another kiss after some time and this time I participated in a better way than before. I was rock hard and my hands were now holding her butts. After a while we departed and I dropped her at the station and went my way. I could not get her out of my mind for the next few days. It's not that she was the first girl I kissed but I had not kissed anyone that experienced before. I wanted to meet her again. We continued chatting and from now on the chats got a bit more sexual and physical. Soon one evening we planned to meet at borivali station. I asked a few friends which is a good make out spot in borivali and most told me that sanjay Gandhi national park was a nice spot for couples. So we took an auto and went to the national park. On the way she looked at me like a hungry lioness and soon our lips were wrestling each other. My hands went inside her kameez and I could feel her soft breasts and firm nipples. I moved down and took her right nipple in my mouth and devoured it. I don't know how much of it the auto driver could see in his rear view mirror. In ten minutes we were at national park and we entered the main gate. Soon we hiked to a nice lonely spot and saw that not many were around since it was fast approaching shutdown time. I sat on a stone while she sat in my lap holding my waist in her legs and we were kissing each other. My tongue explored her sweet mouth while my hands squeezed her buttocks. She then lifted her kameez and pulled my face to her breasts. I moved my hands inside and unhooked her bra. She pulled my head with sheer force to her nipples. God those were the sweetest tits I had ever tasted. My tongue moved in circular motions around her nipples while my teeth played with the circumference of her areolas. She moaned as I licked her boobs. My other hand caressed her other breast, pinching her nipples softly. She pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me softly as our tongues exchanged fluids. We looked around to see if we are being watched but could not see anyone close by. There was another couple at some distance who was seated and had their backs towards us. We continued what we were doing. I moved my head lower again licking her navel and softly biting it. She let out a gasp. My hands moved towards her inner thighs and I spread them softly. She looked at me like she wanted me between her legs. I loosened the knot of her salwar and lowered it from her waist to her knees. She was wearing silk clad panties and the moistness was pretty evident on the tip near her crotch. I could smell her juices right away. I slowly inserted my index finger at first. It slid in with utmost ease with the amount of lubrication her juices had brought to her love hole. She moaned loudly. By now we didn't care if we were being watched or not. The darkness was beginning to set in. I slid her panties down and looked at her pussy with utmost awe. It was smooth, wet and clean. The moistness was making it glow in the light of the setting sun. I moved up and softly kissed her lips while my two fingers entered her. She let out a soft moan in my mouth. Her saliva was beginning to flow inside my mouth now. She gripped my arms tightly while I finger fucked her slowly. She whispered in my ears to fuck her. Instead I now started moving my fingers faster in a clockwise motion and then again changing it to anti clockwise. My fingers explored her vagina exploring her velvety depths which were moist and warm with her love juices. I moved down from her lips stopping at her breasts, taking each nipple in my mouth and biting them softly. I continued my descent downwards and bit her navel and kissed it lovingly licking around her abdomen area. Now I was facing her sex lips. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, spreading them to gain more access to her sex. I looked up at her and she had the look of desperation. She motioned me to dive in. I wanted to tease her further now. I started licking her inner thighs moving very close to her pussy but making sure there was no contact between my lips and hers. Her hands gripped head to pull me in but I resisted. I couldn't help but smile. The smell of her juices was intoxicating me at the same time. It was difficult to stay away from tasting them for so long. I continued kissing her thighs and then softly and slowly licked her clit briefly. She let out a huge gasp and her juices were steadily flowing to her thighs by now. I loved the taste of them. I did a few more flicks to raise her anticipation further. I brought her to the brink of orgasm with my teasing game and when the iron was at its hottest, I hit the hammer. Our lips met and I moved my tongue all over her mound. It all tasted like heaven. She came instantly trying her best to suppress her moan but I was too lost to care how loud she screamed. I have been blessed with two long assets, the other one is my tongue. I penetrated her and stretched it as far as it could go inside her like I was going to be awarded some prize for it. She pulled my hair as I took her to ultimate levels of ecstasy. She told me to fuck her instantly. I unzipped my jeans and turned her around with her hands resting on the rock she was earlier seated on. I pushed my other 'long' asset inside her. I didn't need to push much actually. The moment I brought it close to her hole, there was some kind of warm wet gravitational force which took me in with utmost ease. She let out a huge moan and now it was my turn to moan as well. I started entering her slowly as my manhood reached her depths. I moved my hand ahead and started rubbing her clit while my cock ventured into her back and forth. The tension inside was beginning to build up and I was about to explode soon. I told her that I was going to cum. She immediately turned and bent and took my cock in her mouth and looked up at me as if giving the sign to go ahead. I held her face as I mouth fucked her letting out a huge groan while I spurted my thick gooey cum inside her soft wet mouth. I groaned like a wild animal while I ejected jets of fluid in her mouth. She drank it all in like it were some sweet drink. We both immediately collapsed onto each other. It was pretty dark by now and reality dawned upon us that we could be caught by the local police or something. We quickly cleaned ourselves up and drank some water and moved out of there. I dropped her to the railway station and went my way. I will never forget that evening in my entire life. Priya was a mystery. She had also never given me her contact number. All I knew was her full name. Also those were the days when even orkut was not launched so forget facebook. As much as she enjoyed that evening, she did not want to meet me after that. I realized she had a boyfriend or something like that and was just looking for some fun on the sides and nothing serious. Maybe at some point during our chats I did give her the feeling that I am getting serious about her and maybe that put her on the back foot. Honestly, I was beginning to like her. I was naïve back then but this was going to be the first chapters of many in my life which were going to turn my journey from a saint to a sinner. PS: I did manage to meet Priya again. More details on that in later stories. A Chance Encounter It was late afternoon in the fall. I decided to head to a tiny brew pub that was just a few blocks up from the pier. I needed a quick beer, and this was an area that I used to know pretty well when I lived around here. I had driven by the place several times, but had never gone in. Though I only had a few minutes, today seemed like a good time to check it out. When I entered, there were a few people gathered, but it wasn't too busy. Three foursomes were seated at booths along the side wall, and two guys were at the small bar. Behind it, seated at a desk and talking on the phone, was the female bartender. The bartender - oh my god! She was a stunning strawberry blonde in her early 30s with a beautiful face and a fantastic rack. She had flawless skin, beautiful green eyes, and a sensual mouth that featured plump, soft lips. Her eyebrows were dark, and her beautiful blonde hair was long, and curled around her shoulders and down her back. It gave her an air of mystery and intrigue. She was wearing a pearl necklace, and matching pearl bracelets, and she accentuated her hourglass figure with a tight-fitting, thin, white blouse buttoned from the bottom up until it reached the underside of that rack. It seemed as if she had given up any hope that she could fasten the top four buttons to conceal her prodigious pair. The blouse gave way to a tight sort of lacy, outer bra top that revealed her spectacular cleavage. Over the blouse, she wore a kind of business jacket. I took a seat at the end of the bar, astounded by my good fortune, a chance encounter with an incredibly hot woman. When she saw me sit down, she excused herself to the caller and, handing the receiver to one of the guys at the bar, "it's for you she said." Then, she came over to wait on me. She smiled brightly, and asked, "What can I get you, honey? I'm pouring everything on the menu, except the brown ale today." She slid the small menu toward me, and without looking at it, I said casually, "I've never much cared for brown ales anyway. What would you recommend?" Her smile returned, and I knew I had made the right decision. Banter like this was right in her wheelhouse. "Normally, I don't like lighter beers," she said, "but I think the Bootlegger Blonde" is good. It's a lager, not an ale. More like a European pilsner, if you like those." I did, but more than that, I liked looking at her. I figured I was in a place where it was virtually impossible to run into anyone I knew, and that afforded me an opportunity for some shameless flirting, something, quite frankly, that I had never really done a lot of before. I'm not really that kind of guy, but I thought, in this instance, I had nothing to lose, so I gave it a try. I looked right into her eyes, without hesitation or embarrassment and said, "I can't resist a good blonde" and smiled. She blushed deeply, a blush that spread across her face, neck, and upper chest before disappearing inside that lacy bra top. She broke eye contact with me, fearful that this flirtation would spiral out of control. There were people in the place. I got it, and backed off. "I guess I'll have one of those," I said matter-of-factly. "Sounds good," she said, walking back to the handles without looking back at me. She poured the blonde lager into a slender pilsner glass, brought it back to me and set it on the bar on one of the pub's customized coasters. "Do you want to settle up now, or should I keep a tab open for you?" she asked somewhat timidly. I thought I might have scared her off earlier, but now that bright smile returned. "Yeah, keep it open," I said with an air of brazen chutzpah. I knew I was only going to have one. I had a dinner to attend with my old boss. I had to be there in less than an hour, and I had about a 20 minute drive to get to the restaurant. It was something I couldn't skip out on because that was a bridge I didn't want to burn, so I don't know why I said that. I guess I just liked saying the word "open." I was looking right at those tits when I did so, and she definitely took notice. She returned to the guys at the other end of the bar, and took the receiver from the older of the two and hung it up. Then, she began talking and laughing with them. She obviously knew them, but I wanted to find out if one of them had designs on her. As I eavesdropped on their conversation, I surmised that the younger of the two was her brother; they seemed like they knew each other intimately, but showed each other no overt affection. The other guy, Donny, had on a wedding ring, but as the old saying goes, "that don't plug no holes." As Donny was talking, he let slip her name - "Doreen." From the gist of the conversation, I realized she lived nearby. She mentioned her ex, and from that and her bare ring finger, I gathered she was divorced and single. So far so good. Pretty soon, two young attractive women entered the door and joined the two guys at the bar. The blonde was Donny's wife, and the brunette appeared to be Doreen's brother's girlfriend. Doreen came around to the other side of the bar, nodding to the brunette almost coldly, which surprised me, but greeting the blonde with a warm hug, and it gave me a chance to fully check her out. She was unbelievable. As she poured each of them a beer, I finished mine. I knew I had to leave, but at least now I had something to go on. I stood up and drew my wallet from my pants, and pulled a bill out. The chalkboard behind the bar clearly spelled out the prices - all of the beers, including the Bootlegger Blonde, were 6 bucks, but I realized I had walked in on Happy Hour, so my pilsner was a buck off. What a bargain! The beer wasn't too good, but damn, she was fine. She saw me throw a ten on the bar, and as started for the door, I thought that she would leave everything alone, and that would tell me that there was no reason to pursue this playful little flirtation. But she surprised me, "I was hoping you'd stay for another, but thanks, I really hope you'll come back some time," she said with that enticing smile that offered something much, much more. It conveyed everything I needed to know, telling me, "Come back when no one else is around, and I'll make it worth your while." "Oh, I will," I said. "I really enjoyed that blonde. Thanks so much." She now fully understood and appreciated the purpose of my double entendre, if she hadn't already done so, and she had opened the door for my return. That was a certainty. But I didn't get back to town for five months, and when I did, I was only around for one night. I had been thinking about her for all that time; she'd really had an effect on me, but there was no use pursuing her from a distance. Now, I had a chance to find her, to see if she was unattached, and if she was, whether I had any chance with her. I didn't expect I would. I'm pretty much an "Average Joe" - I'm not that handsome, nor do I have a huge dick. It seemed to me she was out of my league. Still, I was hopeful. I parked across from the brew pub, walked across the street, and through the door. There was a small crowd inside, a mixture of people of all ages, a few good looking women, but just a young guy tending bar. I sat at the bar, and when the young guy came over, I ordered an IPA. When he brought it back and set it in front of me, I asked. "Is Doreen working by any chance?" He looked at me quizzically and answered, "No, it's her night off. She's probably at home. If you want to talk to her, I would suggest you give her a call." "Thanks, I'll probably do that," I lied. He didn't take it any further, and I knew there wasn't much more I could do or say - I couldn't ask for her number without it getting back to her, and ruining things in the future. I didn't want to scare her off, make her think I was some kind of creepy guy. At that point, I had no idea how much longer it would take me to find her. So I decided to bide my time. I just sat there and drank my beer and looked around the place. Then, behind the bar I spied a photograph. It was her, in some kind of glamour shot, which made its presence on the wall behind the bar of a brew pub all the more incongruous. I couldn't figure out why it was there. It seemed way too provocative for a business establishment, but then maybe the owner had his reasons for hiring Doreen in the first place; maybe the photograph was another enticement to people to come in, even if she wasn't there. I just stared at it, mesmerized, transfixed. And though the essentials were the same: the beautiful pale skin, the piercing green eyes, the dark, mysterious eyebrows, the exquisite mouth, those big, pouty, soft lips, the slender waist, and those incredible breasts, her appearance was different somehow. She wore a turquoise party dress with straps, leaving her shoulders bare. Like most everything she wore, it was tight-fitting, with a plunging neckline that accentuated her bust, and it sported an extremely high hemline that, because she seemed to be tugging at it, barely covered her shapely ass, but emphasized her long, toned legs. Her hair was straighter than I remembered it and platinum blonde near the ends. She wasn't smiling, but staring into the camera with a smoldering sensuality, like she was trying to set that camera and the photographer aflame, burn them to the ground and take any viewers with them. But the thing that caught my eye the most was the pearl necklace she wore around her delicate neck. It was the same necklace she was wearing the first time I saw her. It wasn't so much a fashion accessory as it was a promise, a pledge to whomsoever saw it that she would honor its possibilities. She appeared to be posed in her own home, in a brightly decorated sunroom that overlooked her backyard and patio. I stared at that photo for 15 minutes. The image seared itself into my mind. I memorized it. When I returned home, I kept thinking about that photograph - imagining her naked, picturing those tits, jacking myself off every time the image of her voluptuous body and sensual face came to my mind. Pretending I was fucking her breasts, sliding my length between them while I stared into her green eyes. And envisioning those lips wrapped around my erect cock, sucking me, urging me to cum, to explode on her face, her neck, and those unbelievable tits, which were so large they wouldn't allow a drop to hit the ground. The next time I was there was another seven months later in the fall, and I had the whole weekend free. Late Friday afternoon, I searched the street for the brew pub, but it was nowhere to be found! I remembered that it was up the street on the road that ran directly into the town's famous pier. I thought I found the building that used to house it, but it was empty. "Damn," I thought to myself. I actually have some time, and now I can't find the place, much less her. I walked back down the street, where I saw a cop tucking a parking ticket for an expired meter under the windshield wiper of a BMW 700 Series sedan. "Good," I thought to myself, and I called to him. "Excuse me, officer. There used to be a brew pub somewhere around here, I think. Do you by any chance know where it is?" He looked up at me, his face painted with confusion, and for a moment, he seemed to be trying to process what I had just said. "Oh, yeah, it moved. I think now it's down on Walnut Street, just a block south of this street." He pointed, back toward the ocean. "But," he warned, "I don't know if it's open yet. They just moved a few months ago." "Thanks," I said. "I'll check it out," and I headed down the hill toward the pier. When I got to Walnut, I turned left, walking south. I found the place. A sign was affixed to the front of the building announcing the brewery, but when I looked in the window, the place was empty. I could see the bar and some booths, with boxes of glassware and other bar equipment stacked next to them. Chairs and stools were stacked on the tables. A sign on the front door's window read "Grand Re-opening, Friday, October 28." "Shit," I thought to myself. I'd missed her by a week. I spent the rest of the weekend trying to figure out what her last name was. I went to the brewery's website, tried to Google her first name and the towns where she might have lived. I entered that first name in Facebook, LinkedIn, and practically any social networking site I could think of. I even read the entire phone book to see if I could find someone with that same first name. It wasn't like she was a "Mary," or "Kate," or "Jane." But I came up with nothing. All I had was that picture of her in my head - those tits, that body, her face. I beat myself raw thinking about her - first in my hotel suite, then at home, at work, even when I was in some store somewhere and saw some girl who looked even a little bit like her, and in two minutes, I was in the bathroom of that place, beating myself silly in a toilet stall. After that weekend, I simply could not stop thinking about her; I was addicted. It was another six months before I got back to town. I headed straight for the brew pub late on a Friday night. I had been working all day, but now I was open for the entire rest of the weekend and thought I might catch her just before she closed up the place. I figured if she was interested in me she might still live nearby, and if she didn't, my hotel suite was just up the highway a couple miles. It was a posh beachside resort, and though I only stayed in places that nice because my company put me up there, I was really hoping it might help me hitch up with her. I figured the place would impress her for sure. I opened the door to find the pub nearly empty. My heart sank. It was still pretty early in the tourist season, and the big crowds wouldn't start showing up until right around Memorial Day and afterward. That was a full month away. To my immense disappointment, a man around fifty was behind the bar, and there wasn't a woman in the place. I sat at one end of the bar, and ordered a Double IPA. I wanted to get drunk. I was really frustrated. While I nursed my beer, he talked to three other guys at the other end of the bar. I finished the strong ale, looked at that same chalkboard that I had seen hanging in the other place a year and a half ago. The board listed the ABV for each of the beers. To the right of the words Longboard Double IPA, it read, "9.8%." I ordered another, and later one more. It was after 11 now, and I didn't want to return to that resort with my dick in my hand. The guys at the bar finished up the last of their final round and headed for the door. I had half my beer left, so the bartender, the only other person in the place now, who I had come to learn was the owner, asked me, "Can I get you another one, buddy?" He clearly wanted to close up, and seemed relieved when I said, "no, I think I'll just finish this one and be on my way." As I sipped from my glass, I was beginning to feel that ale working its magic. I turned to the guy, as he was wiping up the other end of the bar, and said out of the blue, "Heh, do you by any chance know a woman by the name of Doreen that used to bartend back at the other location?" "Doreen? Yeah, sure I know her," he said. "Does she still work here?" I asked. "Nah, she left about six months or so ago when I was waiting to get the money together to move into this new place. She needed a job, and I didn't have anything for her for a couple of months, so she quit. You a friend?" he asked. "Not really," I said. "I did business with a friend of hers, Donny," I lied. "But the number on the card he gave me is out of service, and he's not at the address on the card. I don't have any other contact info, and his name isn't in the book. I remembered that she was friends with him and figured she'd know how to contact him." "Oh, Donny, yeah, he, and some other guy he was always with, used to hang around at the other place a lot when she worked there, now he goes to her new place. I haven't seen him much lately." "Where's her new place?" I asked, nonchalantly. It was a long shot, but what did I have to lose? "I'm only in town for a couple of days, and I really wanted to get in touch with Donny," I lied again. "I'm hoping he still has his old car for sale." "She's bartending over at Scotty's by the highway on Bryce Street. You might even catch her there tonight. She'd know how to get in touch with Donny," he said confidently. He must have bought the whole thing. "Nice looking lady, Doreen," he said almost in passing, "I can see why you'd remember her." Maybe he did know my real intentions. "Yeah," I said, "I seem to remember that." Boy, that was an understatement - I'd been thinking about that woman for a year and a half now. I drained the rest of my glass, left the money on the bar and headed for the door. "Thanks, a lot," I said. I meant it too. "Have a good night," he said as I was going out the door. "Oh, I'm going to try," I thought to myself. I walked a half a block to my car, and turned it back around to head up the hill to the highway. I didn't know exactly where Scotty's was, but I knew Bryce Street, and I figured it wouldn't be hard to find it. I was right. When I pulled into the parking lot, there were only two cars in front of the place. I walked in the front door, and it was dark inside. You know, one of those places where it's a completely different scene during the day, when the place is bright and light is streaming through the windows. While at night, it turns into a meat market, where you try hooking up with anyone you can find in the darkness. Before I spotted her in the dim light, I somehow knew she was there. It was like I could smell her, smell her sex, calling me, drawing me to her. Sure enough, there she was behind the bar. I could not believe it; what were the odds? She looked even better than I remembered. She was wearing a strapless satin top that exposed even more of her cleavage than the last time I saw her, and she wore a cashmere sweater over her shoulders. Her strawberry blonde hair was even longer than in the photo, and streaked with platinum accents, but still dark at the roots and around her temples, and she was wearing it in a kind of up-do. Her slender waist was stuffed somehow impossibly into the tightest, shortest skirt I'd ever seen, and those slim, toned legs didn't look like they'd ever end. Oh, and she was wearing that pearl necklace again! The only other people in the bar were two 50-something blonde women, who looked like sisters, drinking Cosmopolitans at a table on the north side of the room. They were drunk, and their glasses were almost empty. I sauntered up to the bar and took a seat as far away from the women as I could. She came over to me just exuding sex. Maybe it was me. I had built up this moment for so long that it seemed like her sensuality had increased exponentially now that I had found her. Still, there was no denying, her every move was sexual - her walk was more of a shimmy, and she slid her hands over her hips as she approached me with that flirtatious smile. I spoke before she could say anything. "I've been looking for you," I said cryptically. "Oh yeah, why's that?" she asked still smiling. She pretended not to remember me, but I could tell she did, even if all she recalled was that we had flirted with each other at some time. "Do I know you?" "You turned me on to a really fine blonde, a couple of years ago over at the brew pub," I said, continuing our playful banter from eighteen months back. "A pilsner, if I recall correctly." "Really? I'm not sure that I remember, but then, I've been serving a lot of beers for a long time. We don't have any pilsners here," she said, trying to play coy. A Chance Encounter "Yeah, but I can see you're stilling serving up one fine blonde, aren't you?" "Aren't you the little devil," she said without embarrassment. "What can I get you, sailor?" I thought for a moment, but not too long. "How about a Glenlivet neat," I said. "Double." "I though you were a beer drinker?" she asked, winking at me as she did. "Not this late," I smiled. "How 'bout you pour yourself one, on me?" I offered. "Well," she whispered, "I was hoping to close up and get the hell out of here, as soon as these old bats leave," she confessed. "But, I think, I wouldn't mind having a stiff one." I guess she proved her point: two can play that game. But now she was embarrassed. As she turned to go to the back of the bar to grab the bottle of Scotch, even in the dim light, I could see her blush again, just like she had all those months ago. It was a blush that spread from her cheeks, down her neck, and all over that sexy chest of hers. In the dim light, that blush illuminated those incredible tits like a brothel. She grabbed a pair of rocks glasses and filled them both nearly to their rims. Then, she brought them back over to the bar, slid a couple of bar naps underneath each, and grabbed a twenty that I had laid on the bar. "This will about cover it," she said, walking back to the register to add my twenty to that night's paltry earnings. Then, she pulled a few singles from the change draw and stuffed them into the pocket of her sweater. "I'll be right back. Don't you move." She walked back to the blonde ladies at the table, whose Cosmopolitan glasses were now empty, and asked, "Kris? Sheri? Can I get you two anything else?" The way she said it, even in their obviously drunken state, they knew better than to say "yes." "No," the older one slurred, "we better be gettin' back. We're goin' over to Sheri's." "Sure you don't need a cab?" Doreen asked. "I want you two to be safe." "Thanks, but no. Sheri can drive. She's just a little tipsy, but we don't wanna leave her car here. Our husbands might find out we've been drinkin' at the bar again." With that, they stood up before either had a chance to change her mind, and before Doreen put her foot down and stopped them. After they walked unsteadily out the door together, and to their waiting Mercedes, Doreen went to the front window to make sure they drove away safely. "Finally," she said out loud. "Normally, I wouldn't have let them leave, except I know them both and the one only lives about four blocks from here. They'll make it home. A couple of rich, doctors' wives who drink here all the time. They're friends with the owner." With that, she locked the front door, walked behind the bar to turn out the outside lights, grabbed the empty Cosmo glasses, wiped down the table, washed the glasses in the bar sink, emptied the sink, and counted out the meager profits from the till, separated them from the change drawer cash, and placed that night's money in the bag and put it in the safe underneath the bar. Then, she locked the safe. She walked back over to me, just as she had a few minutes before, rubbing those hands over her hips. "Now, where were we?" she asked, "oh yeah, you were talking about a blonde." "A fine blonde I said, not like those two. Besides you mentioned a stiff one." She ignored me. "You're not from around here, are you?" she asked, changing the subject. "Well, I used to be, but now I'm up in the Bay Area. I come back occasionally to do business and to visit. I like this area a lot. Besides, I had a reason to come back here; I've been trying to find you," I confessed. "So you said. What did you have in mind?" she asked. "I think the same thing you have in mind." "Well, aren't we forward," she teased throwing back half of her Glenlivet. "Where are you staying?" "The Shorecliffs," I said. "Ooo, big spender, huh?" "My company pays, and... I wanted to impress you." "What makes you think I'd be impressed? Wouldn't I have to see it to be impressed?" "Oh, I'm going to let you see it," I joked as I gulped the last of my scotch. "What are we waiting for? I thought you wanted to get out of here?" "Well," she said as she licked her tongue on the inside of her glass, "if you really think I'll be impressed. I'll try anything once," she grinned and threw back the rest of her drink. "You driving?" she suggested. "Yeah, I'm right out front." I stood up, making no attempt to conceal the bulge in my pants, and took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. The warm aroma of single malt scotch filled my nostrils. "Whoa, slow down, boy. We've got all night," she cooed. And with that she unlocked the front door from the inside, turned off the bar lights, and with my arm around her, we walked out into the cool night air. She locked the door again from the outside. I opened my passenger door for her, and she slid in to the leather seat of my Jeep like a sleek cat and buckled her seat belt. We left her car in the parking lot. I got in the other door, closed it, and before I even had my seat belt on, her hand was in my lap. I let out an audible moan, when she began rubbing. "Ooo, maybe I will be impressed. But you promised me I could see it," she growled, pulling down my zipper, as I left the parking lot and drove north up Bryce Street. She reached her right hand inside my pants, and began rubbing from my balls all the way up my length on the outside of my shorts. I tried to readjust myself in my seat to afford her easier access. I could barely steer the car. Then, she found the waistband of my shorts and slid her hand inside, wrapping it around my thickening member. "Oh my god, you are a hot, little slut," I said without thinking. I wished I hadn't said that. It was rude, and I just didn't think that way about her anyway. Besides, it was stupid; it could have brought everything to a grinding halt. Instead, it didn't faze her at all. "Oh, you have no idea," she said in response, "besides didn't you promise me a stiff one?" And in one seamless motion she tugged my shorts down below my balls with her right hand and pulled my fully erect cock out my pants with her left, while her mouth dropped quickly to my dick. Using an incredible amount of spit, she was licking around the head of my shaft and sucking tightly with her lips, concentrating only on my glans. I was unbelievably hard, and the veins of my cock were bulging. Every so often, she would pull her head off my throbbing member, and leaving a ribbon of saliva suspended between my cock and her soft, plump lips, she would inspect her handiwork. Every inspection brought just a hint of a smile to her face, but after a second or two, she dove right back down onto my shaft. Now she was working her hand on the base of my pipe, while her soft lips, tongue, and hot mouth tormented my engorged head. She was driving me nuts, and I too was driving... fast. Probably too fast, but I just wanted to get to the hotel, so that I could start to explore her body, touch those fantastic breasts, and kiss those impossibly soft, fat, wet lips. We were soon in the parking lot of the resort, and I parked in a dark corner a couple of hundred feet away from the entrance to my suite. I thought we might start going at it right then and there. She certainly was ready, but then she lifted her head from my cock and said, "Let's get you inside, where I can relieve you a bit." Who was I to argue? She tucked me back into my pants, but didn't bother to zip me up. I don't think she could have if she had tried. I could barely get out of my seat; I was really struggling with my erection, so she came to the driver's side to literally pull me out. The second I was standing, I was all over her, feeling up those incredible tits, rubbing my hands all over her ass. I wanted her so badly. "Come on, big boy," she encouraged me, and with my left arm around her shoulder, and my right hand rubbing her crotch over her tight skirt, we followed a series of walkways to my room. I showed a little restraint when we got to the lighted hallway that led to my door (there were cameras there), removing my hand from her skirt long enough to pull the key card from my jacket. We were in the door in an instant, and tearing each others' clothes off before we even made our way to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing items, like Hansel and Gretel, to the master suite - first her sweater, then my jacket, and my shirt. Then, my right shoe, my left shoe, and my pants, and, finally, inside the doorway to the bedroom, her high heels, her slinky strapless blouse, and her tiny, tight skirt, which looked like it had been painted on her. All the while, we were kissing, caressing, and rubbing each other everywhere, breathing in each others' scents and sexual aromas. By the time we got to the edge of the bed, I reach to undo her bra and nearly busted a nut right there. It was one of those quarter bras, that didn't cover her aroused areolas, but pushed her globes up gloriously from underneath. I left it on. Meanwhile, she pulled my shorts around my ankles. I was kissing those magnificent tits, gently biting her nipples, and licking all over those hard globes. They were fake, and I liked them even better that way, firm, perfectly round, with big areolas and prominent nipples. Then, I quickly slid my hand to the front of her oh-so-tiny thong. Like her bra, I had intended to take it off, so I had access to her pussy, but glory of glories, it was one of those crotchless numbers, fully exposing her hot, wet hole to me! I didn't hesitate and slipped my middle finger into her, while she let out a noticeable gasp. I swizzled it around inside her, feeling her unleash her juices. Then, I pulled it out, and I could smell her sex all over my hand. When I raised it to touch her face gently, she shocked me by wrapping her lips around that wet, middle finger. Once she'd licked it dry, she dropped to her knees. She gazed up at me with that look of smoldering sensuality that I had seen in the photograph that hung in the brew pub, and I remembered that she was wearing the pearl necklace from that photograph. With that look on her face, I knew that she was soon going to make good on the promise those pearls offered. And with that Doreen took me deeply into her throat, struggling just a little at first, but soon handling my modest girth with ease. I hadn't asked for this, and I never expected a woman to degrade herself choking on my cock, but it felt so incredibly good that I also wasn't about to stop her. Instead, I just tilted my head back and let the sensation wash all over me. Then when I looked down from above, I saw her pearls gleaming in the dim light and realized she'd inhaled me fully - her upper lip was brushing against my pubes, and her tongue and bottom lip were leaking more of her excess saliva. It was dripping off her chin to my balls and from there onto her fine globes. My manhood was nowhere to be seen. I could have relaxed and let loose right there, but I wanted her to see it, and I ached to be inside her. Besides, I have principles, and when it comes to sex, the most important rule of a gentleman is "ladies first," the woman always cums before I do. But Doreen seemed to have different ideas. After a few minutes in her amazing throat, she pushed me down onto the bed, where I lay back with my legs dangling off the side, just touching the floor. She spread my thighs wide open, and kneeling before me, she began jerking me with one hand, while she used her mouth to attend to my bag of jewels. First, she kissed them delicately and gently, all over with those soft, full lips. Then, she started sucking and licking them, alternating between long licks from the underside all the way to my base of my cock, and then she took each individually into her mouth where she would she would use her tongue to tantalize them. All the while, she continued to work her small hand frantically the full length of my thickness. The sensation of her sucking, coupled with that tongue and hand action, had me aching to unload. Then, every time she switched her concentration from one jewel to the other, she would pause to catch a breath and at the same time drip saliva into her hand to lube it for more stroking. For the coupe de gras, she took my whole jewelry box in her expert mouth, looking up at me with those sexy, green eyes, while she used both hands to stroke my entire length. In keeping with my cardinal rule of sex chivalry, I had to stop her before I went off. So, I pulled Doreen's head off me, stood up, and lifting her face to mine, kissed her deeply on her soft lips, her hot face completely desecrated with her excess lubrication and red from her labored breathing, having had the luxury of taking air only through her nose. Kissing those lips, so soft, wet, and warm was the most sensual sensation my mouth had ever known. Then, I caressed my way down her neck, and now I removed that sexy quarter, spending a good five minutes, my second stint, on her unbelievable bosom. Her boobs were huge, firm, and round, like unripe fruit, with areolas so large, that I could barely wrap my mouth around them. Her nipples were swollen, excited, and extended from her pinkish, brown rings. I was all over them with my mouth intermittently suckling one, then the other, before pushing both of them together with both of my hands as I kissed, pinched and ran my tongue back and forth across them from one areola to the other. But I wasn't done with my mouth. I lay Doreen down on the bed, as my face traveled further south, and I kissed my way to her seething chasm, fully exposed by her crotchless thong. I licked, nibbled, and bit gently around it: her mound, upper thighs, and down each side of her shapely derriere. Then, ever so delicately, I started sliding my fingers inside - slowly, purposefully, first one, then, another, and finally three. And then I started working them, exploring, trying to locate that elusive inner switch. Doreen was getting really worked up. Then, I even surprised myself. As I licked her opening, yielding more and more of her sweet sap, I inserted a single index finger again, and, after withdrawing it dripping from her, I employed circular caresses to survey what I surmised to be the uncharted terrain an inch south. Using Doreen's deep, prolonged moans as approval, I staked my claim. I'd never done that before, much less the first time I was with a woman. But this night the landscape had changed, and she and I were beasts roaming it for plunder. My tongue and fingers had her gasping, groaning, and writhing like nothing I'd seen before. Then, with long, sloppy licks from my wide, flat tongue, I lapped again and again from the bottom to the top of her sweet peach, while my finger bore her tightness. Doreen was going wild, and I hadn't even touched her button. I knew that the second I made contact it would send her over the edge, and I was not wrong. I zeroed in, sucking her engorged, little bud between my lips and into my mouth, and then used my tongue to dance around it. She was gone. Bucking and screaming wildly, her face grimaced in ecstasy as she grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pulled my face into her mound deeply, she let out the longest, most sensual groan I'd ever heard. She held me there for a good 30 seconds, and for a few moments I could not breathe, while her climax shook her whole body before subsiding into heaving spasms. Finally, she loosened her grip on my head. And then as I lifted my head from her treasure, I could see it in the dim light, a passionate blush, like the two I'd seen before, spread across her face, down her neck and onto her chest. The tops of her pale breasts were lit up like red neon. And now Doreen was ready for my shaft. I could have started with something less aggressive, but I was too excited to take my time. I wanted to be able to see everything, while I entered and exited her, so I pulled that crotchless thong down those slender legs and off her. Instead of tossing it to the floor, I brought it to my face, where I deeply inhaled her heady aroma. Then, I pulled that fine can to the edge of the bed, spread her long legs, and, locking her knees on the outside of each of my outstretched arms, I grabbed her hips with both of my hands while my arms held her legs wide open where my target was in full view. I lifted her ass off the bed, so it was level with my engorged spear as I stood with a wide stance on the side of the bed. Only her head was supported now on the mattress, so her spectacular body was arching toward me on an angle with her big breasts below me, and that beautiful, sensual face staring between them, as she looked up at me with stunned shock at what was happening. I could have gone slowly and savored that scene, but I was too excited. Without using my hands, which were already occupied lifting Doreen's slender hips, I brought her pussy to the head of my cock, and then shoved my entire length into her dripping cauldron. I met no resistance, except another long, sensual groan, followed by a tortured "Oh, my god." I sensed that she wanted to be demure, and was trying not to be too loud or demonstrative, but now I was all the way in, my balls slapping her back door, as I pounded her with driving strokes. She had been making little whimpering sounds, but now my thrusting flipped her switch, and her passion took over, dismissing any hope that our lovemaking would be polite. She began using her fingers to spread her pussy open for me, fully exposing her pink opening in the dim blue light. Now I was ramming my way in, then pulling almost all of the way out, leaving my glans hiding just inside her, before I would ram back in again to the hilt. Juices were flying everywhere, dripping from my member onto the hardwood floor, and sopping my thicket with a pungent mix of fluids. Then, I got my first good look at Doreen's trim in the dim lights that shone through the window from the parking lot. I don't know why I hadn't seen it before, but now with her hips raised to meet me, the light from the window was spotlighting her glorious mound. She had a nicely manicured French-waxed landing strip about three inches long and two inches wide, trimmed to just above her vulva, and she was waxed clean everywhere else. It was oh-so 1990s, and I loved it, always feeling that such adornment was the perfect balance between the current trend toward completely bald mounds and the wild overgrowth of 1970s bushes. Her light brown trim was drenched, glistening with its own sweet juices, sparkling in the dim light. Then, as I continued my hands-free pounding, Doreen let go of her of her pink with her right hand and sliding it to her drenched landing strip, she began using only her middle finger to delicately stroke her sensitive trigger. All propriety was gone. She was making animalistic grunting sounds now, intermixed with wild interjections and sexually explicit commands. "Ah, yeah, fuck me. Fuck me, I'm close. Come on, keep fucking me. Oh god, keep fucking my pussy. Make me cum again. Make my pussy cum. Fuck me, harder, baby! Don't stop pounding me. Don't stop pounding my pussy! You're fuckin' huge inside my tight pussy. Oh, god, oh my god! " So I obliged, pounding Doreen's pussy now with everything that I had. Back and forth with the longest piston strokes I could muster. "Oh, oh, oh, I'm, oh, I'm cumming," she groaned. "Oh my god, I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Oh, you fucking made me cum again. Ohhhhh!" Her writhing and quaking were shaking the bed, even though only her head and shoulders were making contact with it, and I could barely hold on to her hips. A Chance Encounter And with that I was gone as well. I pulled out, dropped her beautiful ass onto the mattress, and, widening my stance even more than before, I leaned as far over the edge of the bed as I could. Then I grabbed my nuts with my left hand and clamped my right around the base of my cock, and took aim at Doreen's massive tits. But I underestimated the downward trajectory and the power of my ejaculation, and as I let out a huge grunt, my first spurt sailed long, landing with force across her beautiful face from her chin, to her lips, nose, eyebrows, and forehead, and all the way into her hair. With my second, third, fourth, and fifth ropes, I took intermittent turns coating each of her exquisite globes, while the rest of my cargo dripped all over her pussy, landing strip, and stomach. I don't think I've ever shot so much cum. Doreen was in a state of shock, so overcome with her own orgasms that she seemed unaware of the mess I had left upon her. Maybe she didn't care, but I didn't want to degrade her. I leaned over and passionately kissed her lips, tasting my warm, organic muskiness. I had wanted this to be romantic, but it had been anything but that. Now, I tried to make up for my crudeness. In a gesture that might have been perceived differently, I kissed her all over her chin, lips, nose, eyebrows, forehead, even her hair, licking some, but not all, of my cum from her countenance as if to restore her beauty and dignity. As she slowly regained her senses, a smile swept over her face and cognizance of my romantic gesture crept through her reeling brain. Before I could finish cleaning her up, she pulled me down next to her on the bed, and, turning to me, she surprised me by kissing me with great passion on my mouth. Then, with a devilish grin, she used her middle finger to scoop up more of my mess from her glazed breasts, and bringing each dripping fingertip to her lips, she licked it clean, kissing me passionately after every mouthful. The organic smell of my semen was on both our breaths. Finally, Doreen got to her knees, crossed her arms under those magnificent tits, and kneeling before me, stared into my eyes with smoldering sensuality. I'd seen this look before, in the photograph hanging in the brew pub. Then, she started using her hands to rub the remainder of my seed into her soft skin, like it was luxurious lotion. When she was done, she lay back down next to me. After a few minutes in afterglow, I broke our silent respite. "I'm sorry that I came so fast, and I'm sorry for the facial. I wanted to make sweet, passionate love to you, to really concentrate on you, and offer you the kind of lovemaking you deserve," I confessed. "I have been thinking about that for a long time. That's not how I wanted to cum; but you were just so hot, I couldn't believe how strong my orgasm was. I'm sorry." "Oh, honey, don't apologize!" she said, with great sincerity. "Certainly, not for that performance! Besides, I loved it on my face; it was amazing, and I came twice in 10 minutes; how could I possibly complain?" Doreen said sweetly. "Anyway, we've got all night; you'll have plenty of other chances." And then, she tackled the 800 pound gorilla in the room, "Have you really been looking for me?" she asked. "Yes," I said immediately, "I haven't stopped thinking about you since I first saw you. That was almost 18 months ago. I came back to town twice to look you up, a little more than a year ago and then seven months later, but by then you were gone, and the brew pub was closed, and I couldn't find you. I didn't know your last name." I told her my lies about Donny; how I'd fooled the brew pub owner, so I'd know where to find her; my overwhelming relief at walking in the door at Scotty's and seeing her there, so sexy looking, almost like she knew I was coming and was ready and waiting for me. "I don't know either your first or last name," Doreen said. "A man just made me cum twice in a few minutes, fucked the shit out of me, blew his load all over my face, and I don't even know his name? I guess you're right, I really am 'a hot little slut.'" "I'm sorry," I said. "That was wrong; I had no right to call you that, and I didn't mean to cum like that. You were just so sexy, beyond my wildest expectations, better than 18 months worth of dreams. I guess I can't control myself. I'm sorry... And I'm sorry for not telling you who I am... I'm Joe," I said, offering a really awkward introduction. Doreen paused for a few seconds before saying anything. "Have you really been dreaming about me, Joe?" I laughed at the absurdity of the question. "Are you kidding? I dreamt of you every night; I thought about you every waking moment; imagining you naked, masturbating while I pictured your body. Naked like you are now. Only you're so much hotter in real life." "You masturbated thinking about me, Joe?" "Oh, god," I said, "probably a million times. You won't believe some of the stuff I did; and what I did to try to find you. You would probably have thought I was stalking you if you would have known. I guess maybe I was," I admitted. "I'm glad you did," she smiled. "I've got a little confession of my own," she added with a strange kind of intimacy. I thought she was going to tell me that she did remember me. "What's that?" I asked. "I was waiting for you, Joe, and I think that somehow I knew you were looking, searching for me. I had some kind of strange sixth sense about tonight. That I was going to meet someone I was supposed to meet. That we were going to have wild, uninhibited sex. I do this sometimes, when I am really horny. On a Friday or a Saturday night, I get myself ready. That's why I was wearing that bra and thong. I don't usually dress like that, Joe. That was all about the lead up, the intro, the foreplay. I even gave myself a Fleet today, so I could get really wild if I decided to. I don't do this very often, Joe, but I think subconsciously I knew you'd find me tonight." I was stunned. Then she reached for my flaccid member. "Let me masturbate you, Joe. I want to jack you off, while you close your eyes and think about me. Just like you did for all those months," and Doreen began stroking me, slowly, deliberately, using both of her hands, feeling my emptied jewels, rubbing the head of my cock and the underside of my glans until my dick came slowly, magically back to life. "Now you can take your time, Joe. Make love to me, handsome. Make me cum again, would you, please? Take me every way you know how. Let's make love in every position we can think of, okay? I want you in every one of my holes. You have me for the weekend, handsome. I want your cum everywhere - in my face, in my hair, on my breasts, down my throat, dripping from my lips, from my pussy, from my ass. You can really fuck with that huge cock, do you know that, Joe?" I couldn't believe what she was saying. I was so hard again; I was shocked how quickly she'd brought me back. After a few minutes, I climbed back on top of her and entered her wet tunnel again, fucking her missionary, going slowly this time, kneeling before her at first, while she lay back in her signature pose, with one arm holding those fine breasts and the other in passionate resignation resting above her head on the bed. Then, I arched my back as I hovered above her on my outstretched arms, grinding my pubic bone on her mound. She wrapped her legs around my waist, allowing me to penetrate her more deeply, and I responded by bending down to kiss her face and tits. With a few more minutes of slow, deliberate strokes, I made her cum again with my length buried deep inside her. Next, we traded places. Doreen climbed astride me, but before she started riding me, she made me promise that before the night ended I would fuck her tits and shoot a load between them. I promised I would, and then, she removed her pearls! I got to watch those incredible breasts bounce as she rode me hard. Then, she leaned into me, pushing her tits into my face and arching her back and began twerking that fine ass up and down on my numb cock. After ten more minutes, of grinding, she came again! I couldn't believe her, her absolutely insatiable lust for sex, and the ease with which she achieved orgasm. But what happened next changed my life. She quickly excused herself, climbed off me, grabbed her purse from the floor next to her skirt, then ran to the bathroom, where she spent only a few moments. When she returned, Doreen climbed on me again, this time with her back to me. "I want you to fuck my ass, handsome. I want to tell you how I like it. I want to go slowly and to guide you every step of the way." Oh, my god, I thought. So she leaned back, supporting herself on my chest with her left arm extended and on the bed with her legs bent astride me. Then, she guided my right hand to her pussy with her right hand. "Stick your finger in me, Joe. Just one now. Get it all wet. Now, rub my juices on my asshole." I followed her instructions, rubbing all over her quivering little bud, before coming to a realization - it was already lubed up! That's what she had done in the bathroom. I now understood; this was the elaborate foreplay that would eventually lead to an erotic session of anal. This was pretty new to me, but she seemed to want it so badly, and I wanted so badly to please her. Doreen moaned "Do it again, Joe." She seemed to like saying my name, and it seemed to be adding to both our pleasure. Again, she guided my hand to her pussy. "Get it all wet again. Now, stick that wet finger in my ass. Lube me up. I want you there. Get my hole all ready for your big cock." My god, this woman was unbelievable. My head was swimming. I never really knew what a Fleet was, but I somehow understood now that Doreen had given herself an enema in anticipation of this, and I came to understand how it made the experience so much more sensual, so much more pleasurable for us both. "All right, stick two fingers in my pussy, Joe." Again, she guided me, and each trip to her honey pot seemed to release more juices. "Now, stick both of them in my ass. Slowly, baby." I touch the wet entrance to her hole, and then pushed in a centimeter or two at a time. She groaned. I was in to my joints now, and I bent them just a bit to spread her open wider. "Oh, my god, that's it." She shuddered noticeably, but she told me to keep going. Soon, I was in all the way to my knuckles. "All right, Joe, I'm almost ready for you," she said panting. She was guiding me again. "I want you to stick three fingers in my pussy, now, get all my juices on them." Using my index, middle, and ring finger, just as I had earlier, I made a triangle with them, and slowly slid them inside her now gushing, wide open slit. Then, I wiggled them back and forth, and Doreen moaned loudly. They were dripping wet. "Okay," she said, "now pull them out and put all three in my ass. Just like before, go slowly, baby. You're really good at this, Joe. You know what you're doing." I pulled those gooey fingers out of her kitty, and poised the tips of them at the slippery opening of her back door. I moved really slowly this time, a few millimeters here and a few more there. "Oh my god," she screamed, "that feels so fucking good! Open me up wide, Joe." I don't know how Doreen managed to keep herself suspended like this. It took real strength and stamina, but I could feel her arm and her legs beginning to quake. I knew I had to hurry just a bit. I slid the joints past her opening, then got the bottom half of my fingers inside her. She was so slippery inside, what with the lubricant mixed with her juices. My knuckles were rubbing against her slick opening. Without asking, I pulled them out quickly. "I want your cock; I want your cock; I want you in me!" she cried, and with that she guided my glans to her smooth hole and dropped herself onto me. I slide in in one fell swoop, and she let loose a guttural scream. Now, I was fully inside her tight cavity. For just a moment, she paused to acclimate herself to my shaft with several deep breaths. Then, she sat back, resting herself on my abdomen, as I now helped support her by grabbing her around her slim hips. Then, she began moving. At first, Doreen seemed content to orchestrate the show. After she eased herself up from my pole, I lay back and arched my pelvis to raise my erection to her, affording her easier penetration. She dropped herself down again, and my length plundered her depth. Then, starting slowly, and building her tempo, she began to slam her ass up and down on me, soon pounding at a feverish pace. She was whimpering with every downward thrust onto my spike. But then she changed her mind, asking me to take charge, "Fuck my ass, Joe, fuck me hard. Oh god, you are so fucking big in my ass; you fill me up, baby. Fuck it! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass, Joe; make me cum!" I obeyed, bending my knees so my feet pushed against the bed as she rested her legs on my thighs. Now I had leverage to pound myself into her. As she was laying back against me, she was no longer supporting herself with her arms, so she began using her right hand to rub her pussy opening, up and down, from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her meticulously trimmed bush, rubbing manically back and forth with four of her fingers, like she was polishing the furniture. She was losing control now, and I knew she was there. And with another guttural scream, she came with me deep in her ass. Like before, her whole body shook in ecstasy, continuing to spasm uncontrollably even after her shaking had abated. She couldn't speak for several minutes, and all the while, I remained deep inside her, just holding her up as she tried to relax. Finally, she eased herself off me, and turning around, she straddled me, and then smiled gratefully and kissed me nonstop for five more minutes. We rested in each other's arms. Then, she went to the bathroom again and re-emerged with a soapy wet hand towel, another wet hand towel, as well as another dry full towel, so we could take turns washing each other. First, she soaped my cock and balls with the soapy washcloth, then rinsed me with the other, before drying me gently with the big towel. I returned the favor, soaping her up from that sexy French wax to her pussy and finally her asshole and butt, then I rinsed her off with the wet washcloth, before gently patting her dry with that big towel. Refreshed by our baths, she was ready for round three. First, she brought me back to life with her mouth. Then, I asked her to put her crotchless thong back on so I could fuck her pussy while she wore it. I pulled her leg over my shoulder to scissor-fuck her, took her doggie-style, before spooning her while I grabbed those awesome tits from behind, and rubbed her sensitive clit. She took me back in her mouth, throat-fucking me and sucking my balls again. She came two more times. Then, she fell to her knees, and challenged me to I blow my load fucking her fantastic tits. I came, and she begged for my cum on her face. We made love all night. As the sky was just getting light outside, I came one last time in her mouth. She swallowed much of it, but let some of it dribble down her chin and onto her tits. We were so spent, that we never even cleaned up again before falling asleep in each other's arms. In five hours, she had climaxed seven times, and I had shot three massive loads! When we awoke after only a few hours of sleep around 7:00, she wanted to start right up again. I reminded her of her car, that we better get it out of the lot at Scotty's. We left The Shorecliffs in a sorry state, each of us glazed in our own and each other's cum. I drove her back to the bar, where she got her car, and then followed her to her place, where she gathered some things for the rest of the weekend - makeup and lipstick, and some incredibly sexy lingerie outfits that she would model for me and wear while we were fucking. She also brought a box full of toys, for both her and me. We would put them to use in some inventive and sensual games over the next 30 hours. We intended to take a leisurely bath together before going back to sleep. But seeing her in the full light of day got me excited all over again, and I wanted back in Doreen's ass. I asked her if she was in the mood, or if she wanted to sleep first. Instead of answering me directly, her enthusiasm got the better of her, "Now you understand, handsome! When we do this right, and take our time, it's really pleasurable, isn't it? The key is the lube, and using your fingers to get me ready. You did so great last night; you're the best. You are such a patient and attentive anal lover. Do me again, baby! Use a lot of lube, and go back and forth from my kitty to my ass." After the requisite foreplay, I entered her from behind, while she lifted one leg to the side of the tub to accommodate me. Then, we got into the water together, and I took her full-on doggie style. Splashing around in the tub while I slammed her back door added even more lubrication, and we both came really fast. This time I broke my rule and I was first; though after I shot my seed all over her ass and pussy, her climax came in quick succession, as she fingered her clit while I pounded away. We sank into the warm water, and washed each other's body thoroughly while we kissed and caressed. When we finished our bath, we donned the hotel's luxurious bathrobes, had breakfast delivered to the room, and then fell asleep again in the fresh sheets in each other's arms until the middle of the afternoon. When we awoke, Doreen told me she didn't want to go in to work, that she wanted to stay with me. Since she was off on Sunday, she figured that if she called in sick that night, we could make love every way imaginable for the rest of the weekend. She told me that she had never used a sick day since she started at Scotty's. Besides, she said, two bartenders were scheduled, and because it was still only April, the tourist crowd hadn't arrived yet. Business would be slow. She made the call, and then we started in again! First, she dressed herself in one of her sexiest lingerie outfits, a bodysuit with long sleeves that was see-thru in places. She began to masturbate for me, slowly and incredibly sensually, using a variety of dildos and vibrators. Then she asked me to use them on her pussy and her ass. She had me don a cockring, while I fucked her pussy in several positions; I couldn't believe how hard it made me and how long I lasted. Then, still wearing the cockring, she asked me to masturbate for her, kneeling over her tits while I did so, and when I came, she leaned forward and took my load all over her face and in her hair. We cleaned up, rested for a few hours, and shared another meal from room service. The day bled into evening, and we continued to spice up our lovemaking. The suite had a separate study, a wood paneled room that was a luxury reserved for businessmen that were repeat customers. I guess on this trip, I was regarded as one of those. We put the study to a different use. First, Doreen, still in the bodysuit, climbed up on the big desk, and kneeling on all fours, exposed her holes to me by unsnapping the crotch of her suit. Then, I moved in front of her, and she fixed a multi-ringed cockring on me with a separate strap that wrapped around my balls and thrust them forward, away from my asshole, so that they would rub against her while we fucked. I joined her on the desk and entered her doggie style. First, I took her in her pussy, with my balls brushing her sensitive clit. Fearful that the stimulation would get her off too quickly, she asked me to enter her fine ass again. This was our third anal session, and like the previous two, we made sure to use a lot of lube, and to take our time. A Chance Encounter Pretty soon my cock was again slamming her tight ass, but now my sack, strapped securely in that device, was kissing her pussy lips throughout my prolonged stroking, driving her crazy with passion until I brought her to another orgasm. I kept fucking her ass, and she asked me to tell her when I was about to explode. She told me that she was going to show me a new trick. When I informed her that I had reached the point of no return, she had me pull my length out of her, except for my engorged head. Then, with just my tip inside her tight ass, I started to orgasm, and when I did, she began contracting her tight anal opening around my throbbing glans nine or ten times in quick succession at the moment I was shooting inside her. It was a sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced! After I was done cumming, she asked me to lay down on the desk, while she squatted over me and leaned over to give me a passionate kiss. Then, reaching back to her tight hole, she opened herself up. I felt my warm load begin to trickle slowly out of her ass. She continued to kiss me and finger herself until she had drained her chute completely, as it ran down her pussy lips and dripped all over my stomach! Then, just as she done the previous night, she climbed down from the desktop, and I watched as her sexy body tiptoed its way to the bathroom, from which she returned with towels to clean us up again. Though she clearly loved anal sex, she was meticulous about hygiene. We had room service deliver a late evening meal. Then, we went back to the bedroom to make love. When we woke the next morning, we picked up where we had left off, until our hunger got the better of us. We had room service deliver breakfast again, and then we followed that up with more sexual games. Doreen reasoned that because I had to leave, we needed to prepare ourselves for being away from each other. She suggested mutual masturbation. She also liked the possibility that people might see us, that we could get caught, so we moved our playground to the living room. There, she parked herself in a big, comfortable, leather armchair in front of the window overlooking the resort's swimming pool. The curtains were fully drawn. I sat only eight feet or so away in another chair across the room. The only thing she was wearing was a pair of black, sexy, and impossibly high stiletto heels. She sat on the edge of the chair and spread her legs wide open for me, with those heels flat on the floor, and her legs arched sexily in the stilettos, and put her hands on her thighs. Her incredible pussy was right there in front of me. At first, she just sat there, not saying or doing anything, but looking at me with that look; the one that I'd seen twice before; the one that had me beating myself silly for a whole year; the one that, by itself, made me incredibly hard without me even having to touch myself. Now, she was giving me that look and exposing her whole naked body to me. Under the circumstances, not touching myself was not a possibility. I dropped my shorts around my ankles and began stroking myself. Then, I inserted a cockring over the base of my penis. People were walking by headed to the pool or the beach, and there she was in all her glory, right in front of the window! And there I was, only a few feet away, but facing the window, with my cockring-enhanced erection in my hand! She started to touch herself and began moaning and writhing. After a few minutes, she lay back in the big, leather armchair, and began encouraging me with a profane monologue: "Do you like to watch me touch myself, handsome? Oh, you're making me wet when you beat your big cock for me! Watch me stick my fingers in my hot holes, baby. Oh, that feels so good! And you turn me on so much when you stroke your cock for me!" She lifted her legs and spread herself even farther open as she splayed them over the arms of the chair. She was using her fingers from both hands now on both her pussy and her ass, entering herself with them, sliding them over her clit. "Oh, baby, my clit is so excited. If I touch it with my other fingers in my pussy and ass, it's going to make me cum. Watch me make myself cum, handsome. Keep jacking yourself; I want us to cum together. Come on, honey. I'm almost there. Make your big dick shoot a huge cum load." I could see her getting wetter and wetter. She was staring at me, right over the top of her big tits, and I was pounding harder on my erection, and grabbing my balls with my other hand. We were getting each other really excited. Now, she was more frantic, "Come on, handsome. Yeah, grab your balls! Keep pounding your cock, harder! Oh, god, I know you're close! Shoot your hot cum load everywhere, baby! On, my god! Oh, my god, I'm gonna cum. You're making me cum, baby, oh, god, oh god! You're making me cum. Oh, oh, oh!" The image of her, with that look of ecstasy on her face, and her face, framed by her big tits, while she exposed her pussy and ass, and penetrated each with the fingers of her left hand, while her right hand frenetically rubbed her clit, sent me over the edge. I blew my wad all over the hardwood floor, shooting cum spurts half way to where she was spread out on the armchair, and simultaneously, she reached another mind-shattering climax, shaking and quaking and moving the entire chair, as her orgasm swept over her entire body. About noon on Sunday, after we had showered and packed our things up, she wanted one last go-round in bed. I had paid for another night in the hotel, even though I knew I couldn't stay, just so we could be together for a few more hours. But then, I asked her, if, instead of sex, we could just talk. I wanted her now, not her body, but her whole being. For the next four hours, we lay in bed, and I held her in my arms and told her how incredibly beautiful she was. How funny, quick-witted, intelligent, kind, empathetic, and selfless she had proven herself to be over the course of that incredible weekend. How even though I knew she was out of my league, she was always complimenting me in subtle ways - how she told me that she liked the way I walked; told me my eyes were really romantic; said she liked my jokes - but also in some not-so-subtle ways - how she was always telling me how big my cock was, when I knew I was just a little bigger than average; how she kept calling me handsome, even though I clearly wasn't; how she kept telling me what an amazing lover I was. The thing is I know I never performed better sexually than I did when I was with her. It's not like before meeting Doreen, I was some kind of Valentino or something, but I had been with my share of women. I had done a little bit of experimenting. But with Doreen, I did things that I had never done before - showed a mastery of some inventive, and physically demanding sexual positions, exhibited greater stamina, held back my orgasms for a long time until I could make her cum first. But I couldn't have done any of it, if it had not been for her. She made me feel good about myself, and the better I felt about me, the better I performed. Doreen was way too hot to be with me, but she was with me, and I guess that made me a stud, and if I felt like a stud, then I fucked like a stud. Even in confessing all this to her, she couldn't stop herself from lavishing me with more compliments. She told me that I was the best lover that she had ever had, bar none, that it wasn't even close, and that if she had told me that my dick was huge, or that I was really handsome, or that I was an exceptional lover, that was because she really believed all those things about me. Beauty, she reminded me, is in the eye of the beholder, and as far as she was concerned, no one was more beautiful lovemaker than I was. Then it dawned on me, everything she did and said was designed to make things better for other people, to make them feel better, to make them more confident in themselves. She made everyone better. But not everyone was like her; they weren't as kind and generous as she was. They didn't return the compliments she offered them, and in the process, she couldn't see herself objectively. She didn't think she was out of my league, because she couldn't understand herself: didn't know she was beautiful, because very few men had ever told her she was. Instead, they just told her she was a hot fuck. She didn't know that she was intelligent, because how intelligent could a bartender be? She didn't know she was kind and generous because she thought everyone was that way. I told her she was unlike any woman I had ever met. That she was complete: mind, heart, body, and soul. I told her she was a better person than anybody I'd ever known. I told that every man who had ever touched her, including her ex-husband, must have been an idiot if he didn't appreciate who she was, how good she was, and how much she had to offer. She cried and cried, hugged me as tightly as she could, and then opened up to me. She told me her back story. It turns out she hadn't always been a bartender. She'd had a really promising career - when she lived up in Idaho, she'd been an administrator in charge of a state government agency. She told me how she had started as an administrative assistant in that same agency after college, and for three years had worked her way up, by learning every job in that office, until finally - after the head administrator, a man who, despite her resistance, had been sexually harassing her the whole time she worked for him, and who was eventually fired for inappropriate sexual advances on another female employee - it became obvious that she was the only person who could handle the job. She was hired to head up the entire agency. She told me how she had been pulling down nearly $200,000 a year for five straight years, had gotten unbelievably great performance reports, and was being considered for other, even more lucrative positions, that is, until disaster struck. She told me how that same asshole that she had worked for had begun a five year campaign to undermine her after he got the axe, because he blamed her for getting fired, despite the fact that she has never told anyone a word about what he'd done to her. Instead, he claimed that she, not he, had been the sexually promiscuous one, and how eventually after years of complaints that he had orchestrated by bribing other men that she had previously dated to tell lies about her, she had been fired, despite not a credible shred of evidence that she had ever done anything untoward. How after losing that job, she had, in essence, been blackballed, couldn't get another job of any consequence, anywhere. Wound up having to bartend to pay the rent. Then, she told me about her marriage - that she had married her husband after a short "romance," because he was insistent, and she needed security. How he had been a fairly well-to-do businessman, who frequented the bar where she had worked and had bought her lavish gifts and pursued her relentlessly until she gave in and married him. How she had found out that he had started cheating on her a week after their honeymoon had ended. How she had agreed to stay with him if they would move back to this area, where she had grown up, hoping that by doing so, she would keep him away from the woman he was cheating with. But how, instead, he had taken up with a bevy of women as soon as they got settled in town, and how she finally filed for divorce after a year of marriage, when he was unapologetic after she confronted him with his infidelity. We ended up talking for four hours. I had to leave to go back north by 4:00. I didn't want to go, but I figured I had to. Before I did, we exchanged phone numbers and addresses and made plans for her to come visit me the next weekend. Then, we walked down to my car in the parking lot. She had told me a lot about herself, but there was something missing, something that just had to be addressed before I could leave. How could this incredibly hot woman have been alone? She, of all women, didn't have a man in her life? As we hugged next to my car in the parking lot, I just blurted out the question, "Is there somebody I should know about?" The answer, she said, was complicated. She asked me if I remembered the guy that was with Donny that day at the brew pub. So she had remembered me! Turns out, I was wrong - he wasn't her brother. Instead, he was the guy she had taken up with after her divorce. They had been together for over a year; then he too started cheating on her with, get this, her best friend from high school, the attractive brunette that had come into the brew pub that afternoon all those months ago. I remembered then how coldly she had regarded the brunette in the pub that day, and how out of character I knew that was for Doreen, even then, only a few minutes after I had first met her. It made perfect sense. After that, the guy - Dan - couldn't make up his mind. He'd go back to her, then back to the brunette, then back to her again. Finally, she said, "Enough is enough" and broke it off with him for good. That was five months ago. Since then, her self-esteem had been in the tank. She had lost her job, her career, her husband, her boyfriend, and her best girlfriend all in the last three years. So, she had decided to give up on love. Instead, every month or so she would pick a night, and before going out, give herself a warm bath or a Fleet enema, take a muscle relaxer, get herself all dolled up, have a few drinks, and then just a find a man, any man for sex - any and all kinds of sex. Sometimes, she'd find him at the bar, and after she closed up, go back to his place for extended fucking sessions. She always made him wear a condom, something she never asked me to do. That was what she was planning again, two nights ago, when I stumbled into Scotty's after 18 months of lusting for her. She asked me if her story bothered me - if her debauchery with other men would be a hindrance to having a relationship with her. I looked at that beautiful face, a face that I had seen glazed with my cum more times than I could count that weekend, and I broke down. I started crying right there in that parking lot. I shook my head back and forth while I bawled my eyes out. It was two or three minutes before I could even speak. I told her how much it had meant for me to have found her again. How in lust with her I had become after having only seen her once. But now, after I had spent the last 40 hours with her, lust had turned to love. No one I had ever been with had done the things that she had done for me and to me. We had laid ourselves bare in that hotel room in far more ways than one. It wasn't just sex any more; it was everything that the sex represented - complete and total submission, each of us to the other - the willingness to do anything to please the other person. I had started out as such a fucking asshole, making stupid double entendres to flirt with her, looking at her body as if she was just an object, there only to satisfy my wanton desires, treating her like I was some stupid, immature frat boy half my age. And instead of treating me the way that I deserved to be treated, instead of calling me "a pig," and telling me to "fuck off," all of which she had every right to do and was easily within her power to do, she had given me everything that she had. I had now come to realize, that, in her mind, all that she had left at that point in her life was her sexuality. That's why she was offering me and other men sex, that's why she exuded it, not because she was "a hot, little slut," but because she thought she had nothing else left to give anyone else. And sex was a way to feel something, anything other than depression, disillusionment, loneliness, shame, embarrassment, and humiliation. Those sex binges were the only way to feel pleasure of any kind, if only for a few dozen hours, but just like drugs or alcohol, afterward she felt even worse, because she didn't need sex. She loved it, and like me, she wanted it, but she didn't need it. What Doreen needed was painfully obvious to me - she needed love. She could get as much sex as she wanted, but no one had really ever loved her, certainly not the way she deserved to be loved. Her sexuality, though it was incredibly powerful, was more of an impediment to her than it was an asset. Because she was beautiful, because she had an incredibly hot body, men perceived her as nothing more than a sexual object. So when she offered, they fucked her, they came all over her, they used her for what they thought she had, but they didn't love her. I was not going to be that man. I was not going to be another asshole who kept that cycle going. Not me, not ever again. I had to break it. I owed her that. I knew right away that I loved her, and my love was something I could offer her. Doreen had asked me if her story was a "hindrance" to being with her. Were the other men, and those sex binges a problem? Oh, my god, I thought how could they have been? Instead, her story was exactly the opposite, and I told her so right then and right there in that parking lot. Her story became the imperative never to leave her side for a moment, a promise that I knew I was going to break in the next five minutes. It was the reason that she deserved to be treated like the goddess that she was. And I was committed to doing just that. After kissing for five minutes while we cried in each other's arms, I got in that car and drove north, but I knew it was wrong; that I couldn't do it; that I shouldn't have left. I cried for the next five hours because Doreen wasn't there beside me. Then, I got home, and I knew immediately that place couldn't be my home any more, not without her there. I called her the moment I got back. The first thing I said was that I was deeply in love with her, and that I would never not love her. That I didn't deserve her, but that if she was willing to have me, I wouldn't leave her side again, ever. That I would give up everything I had for her. She said that she was in love with me, too. I cried again, because those were the most beautiful words I had ever heard. I didn't think I could stop crying, but when I did, I told her to skip her plans to visit me that weekend. That tomorrow I would be back with her for good. That I was quitting my job. That I was going to call my old boss and get my old job back. That he'd offered it to me before, in fact, the very night I first met her. That I was moving back there, because I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. We've been together ever since. The sex? Oh, it's still incredible. I'm convinced that she's unlike any woman I, or anyone else, has ever seen in bed. But that's not why I love Doreen, and it's not why I made her my wife.