0 comments/ 448935 views/ 11 favorites One Rainy Night By: Dagger It was raining hard in Frisco. I needed one more chapter to make my night. Studying up a head for finals was bringing me down. I recognized my plight. Suddenly in the haze of chemistry came a ring, "jello"... "Son I sorry to bother you but I need a ride..." It was mom and she sounded like she had been busy making up for time lost. It has been hard on her since dad was gone. "...Lotta and I drove up to get out and now neither of us can drive...Seems we had a bit much... be a darlin' and come for us" "Sure thing mom, let me get dressed and be there shortly: Slightly after 11 at night, I didn't mind the break from the studies. Chemistry was going nowhere for me now. Lotta was mom's friend and she was trying her best to help mom move on and get over the loss. It seems they were out trying to shag a good time. Now Lotta, Ms. Love, was a great looker. She could wow them in her time...and the years were good to her. Mom was a fox too in her early days by the pictures I have seen. But now, she was dealing with her loss. This caused her to feel less attractive. She really wasn't. I arrive at Tavern on the Green some 20 minute later. They were easy to find. Two attractive ladies bring a lot of attention. Bellying up to the table, they both were tipsy to say the least. "Sonnnn, can you wait while we weehhhttt til weeh finis' this last drink", mom blurted at me. "sure I'll get a coke too.," I replied. "Lotti, he's a good boy and a good find" explained mom as Ms. Love stared at me with a twinkle..."sure izz!" Soon the glasses were empty and we were ready to go. Mom was not the sturdiest on her feet right now and I helped her out with Lotta on the other side. Lotta gave me the keys to her new Cadillac and said she would bring me back in the morning. Being late, I thought of not driving back till morning anyway. We help mom into the back seat and she collapsed into the seat. And drove off. Making our way down route 101 south to San Jose mom started fidgeting. "Son I don't think I can hold it much longer...pull over". Fearing that mom was going to get sick and in the new car, I felt it would be a good idea. We stopped by the side of the road and there was a stand near by. "Son help your mom out and over there...I have to pee bad." Ms. Love on one side and I on the other helped the lady that bore me over to the side away from the road. "Son, would you be kind to help me out of my panties...I can't quit bend right now." So I lifted her skirt and Lotta began tugging on her panties. Mom leaned back swaying and I got a full look at Lotta. Her face near my mom's bush and what a sight! I could feel the swell in my pants and Lotta's gaze at me, her attention more on my pants then what she was doin'. The panties were just above the knees and the golden flow started. Lotta fell back as the amber liquid hit her silken blouse and big tits. Mom soaked her panties and Lotta's blouse and finally steady herself. Now Lotta overcoming the mishap got up and took her blouse off revealing a black laced bra that was bustin' to hold her D size melons. Her nipples were hard and point out as he wiped the pee off with her blouse. I thought right then and there I too would ooze the white love liquid only I fought to gain control. Mom step out of the soaked panties and left them there by the side of the building. I let her dress down and help her back to the car. The musk of her pussy was drivin' me wild as we help her back into the back seat. Now in the light I could see the snatch and the glimmer of wetness and mom sprawled in the back. I swore Lotta brushed that pussy in front of me to hear mom moan ever so slightly. Ms. Love move to the front with me and took off the wet bra. I thought I would loose it before even starting. She look over at me and notice the bulge was now a mountain waiting to be release. Like a volcano the steam raising and lava building waiting to erupt. Lotta ran her had over my bulge and whispered. "let me release that before he blows." Her expert hand undid my pant and my cock was standing at full mast. Ms. Love bent down and took the head of my penis in her warm mouth. I felt her tits on my thigh and the smell of pussy made me stain. Soon I exploded into Lotta's mouth and she struggled to gulp it all down. It seemed like and eternity and my balls were pumping while Lotta massaged them gently. Soon, I was exhausted and Lotta was finishing me off by licking the head and a drop appeared. 'Ummmhhh that was more then I had in a while...." As she nuzzled next to me. Her massive globes in my ands and nipples so ripe ready for my luvin'. She put my hand on her love nest after she slid her pants down. Her shave pussy was wet with juice, nectar waiting to be savored. I finger her clit as she moaned and my mouth was on her nipple. Ohhhh don't stopp I'm cummming...and soon she did. Her love jism filled my hand and I kissed her til she too collapsed. I regained composure and was ready to move on home. Looking in the mirror I saw my mom looking back her mouth open and her breaths deep. It was then I realized she was cumming too with her hand in her pussy. Her mouth came close to my ear from behind the seat..."let go home, I have something I need form you and I need it bad!" My gaze fell back to Lotta in the front seat. Her left index finger in her mouth just barely and her right finger on her pussy, massaging her clit. A coy smile could be seen...what could these two vixens be up to next... One Rainy Night When I woke up by the side of the road in the pouring rain it took some time for me to remember just what had happened. The moral is never to pick up hitchhikers, even if they look miserable and wet as the pair certainly did. I stopped the car invited them to hop in and the next thing I remember is waking up on some cold, wet ground and my car nowhere in sight. While it seemed no bones were broken I felt sore all over and my left leg could scarcely take my weight. A quick check revealed my mobile and my wallet were both gone, along with my car. The bastards had even taken my shoes. There was nothing to do, but try to walk to the nearest house. It was easier said than done as I was out in the countryside, my whole body ached and walking was difficult. I shuffled along for what seemed a long time, but might have only been a few minutes before I saw a light in a window in a large house set far back off the road. By the time I reached the front door I barely had the strength to knock and when it opened I simply fell inside. 'You poor thing! What happened?' I heard a soft voice say and, looking up I saw an attractive face surrounded by brown, shoulder length hair. I think I managed to say something like 'Beaten and robbed' before she began to help me to my feet. I am just twenty and rather slight for my age so she was able to manage to get me up and help me into a warm living room. Suddenly I couldn't stop shivering. 'You need to get out of those wet clothes while I get you a blanket.' While she was gone I managed to get my shirt and jacket off, but seemed unable to bend down to take off my socks. When she returned I was almost in tears from the effort. She was by my side immediately. 'Don't worry I'll help,' and she knelt down and removed the offending socks. Again I needed help with the trousers. I could get them undone, but she had to pull them down. Then before I could say anything she reached up and removed my underpants, leaving me sitting naked on the sofa. Before I could say a word she retrieved the blanket and gently covered me with it. It was most likely a delayed reaction to the shock, but suddenly I was shaking and crying as I huddled beneath the blanket. Again she was by my side, putting an arm around me and letting my head rest on her shoulder. The tears soon stopped. 'I'm sorry. It's just that I've never had anything like this happen to me before. You've been so kind and I don't even know your name. Mine's Rob.' 'It's Jane, and it's not a problem.' She looked to be around forty or a bit less and about my height, which is not to say very tall, and quite slender. She must be stronger than she looked because she managed to get me from the doorway to the living room. She was also an attractive woman, dressed in a grey cardigan and black leggings. 'Now tell me what happened.' When I went through the story, she insisted on calling the police to report the car stolen and then had me contact the bank to cancel my credit cards. The police said they would send someone out the next day to take a statement. By the time all that was done I was sipping hot chocolate and feeling much better. 'Right, time for bed,' said Jane. 'I've prepared the spare room for you and I'll just go and get something for you to wear.' A minute later she returned carrying a white, button-through flannel nightgown. When Jane caught me looking at it, she smiled. 'Well you have to wear something and I live here alone, so there are no male clothes in the house and you can't wander around naked.' It was hard to argue with that so I sat up and let her slip my arms through the sleeves. ' Now can you stand while I button you up?' I did and she started fastening the buttons from the neck down. In spite of the circumstances the soft feel of the nightgown had given me an erection. Jane seemed not to notice and as she moved down to my waist she was starting to kneel when it happened. Her woollen-covered wrist happened to touch my cock. The result was an instant orgasm. I had never cum like it in my life. Great gobs of the stuff splattered onto her cardigan. It seemed like it would never stop. 'Goodness!' was Jane's only comment, but she never stepped back or looked disgusted. I was mortified. 'Oh God! I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened.' It was all too much and I collapsed onto the sofa in tears. She knelt in front of me and took my hands in hers. 'It's okay. I've never had that effect on a man before,' she smiled as she looked down at the cum on her cardigan. 'You've been so kind and this is how I repay you. You must think I'm some kind of pervert.' 'I said it was okay and I meant it. Nothing a good wash of this cardie won't fix. Now let's get you to bed.' Getting up the stairs was not easy, but with Jane's help I got there. In the spare room was a large bed, turned down and waiting. The last thing I remember was Jane saying good night and telling me she would just be in the next room if I needed anything. I slept for hours and when I finally awoke I felt much better, although every bone in my body still ached. The nightie felt soft against my skin and when Jane opened the door I was able to greet her with a smile. After helping me to the bathroom, and then back to bed she brought in a tray with breakfast. While I ate she sat on the edge of the bed and began to discuss what we were going to do. I told her I had no family or friends who needed to know and that I was something of a loner, off on a month's leave from work that I intended to spend driving around and camping. 'Well, that's not a problem,' she said. 'You can stay here until you feel better. We can discuss details later. Now have a rest.' An hour later the police had been and taken my statement. I managed to get the nightie off and slide it under the covers before they came in, but it went back on the instant they left. I was surprised how much I enjoyed the feel of it and how relaxed I felt. After lunch Jane suggested that I might like to get up and see how it went. 'Okay, well let's get you dressed then.' 'In what? I don't have any clothes.' 'Oh, I'm sure I can find you something of mine to wear. We're the same size.' 'But I can't wear women's clothes.' I could feel my face going red with embarrassment. 'Rob, you're in one of my nighties now. You're already wearing women's clothes. Now no arguments! What do you want -- slacks and a cardigan or a dress? She had me. I couldn't think of a single thing to say. When I was a boy I had been quite interested in women's clothes and had even tried on some of my mother's things when I was alone in the house, parading around her bedroom with my cock tenting out the front of her cotton panties. I really enjoyed it, but was too scared of being caught to do much. Now someone was offering to dress me up. I settled for the slacks and cardigan. I would have liked to try a dress, but that might have been going too far too quickly. Jane left the room and returned in a couple of minutes with my clothes. -- a pair of plain white cotton panties, black stretch slacks and round-neck, waist-length brown cardigan. Jane pulled back the covers, 'Now stand up.' I did as I was told and she unbuttoned the nightie, leaving me standing naked. Almost before I could think she had me step into the panties and pulled them up. The slacks were a little more difficult, but when they were on they were skin tight, with a bulge in the groin that left little to the imagination. Jane also had to help me with the buttons on the cardigan. She was right about us being the same size and her clothes were a perfect fit. I could move a little more easily, but Jane still put an arm around me and helped me down the stairs. In spite of the situation I found myself getting excited and the bulge in the groin was getting bigger and more uncomfortable. Sitting opposite her on the sofa I folded my hands in my lap to cover my growing erection. It didn't work. 'You seem to like wearing my clothes,' Jane said with a smile. I didn't quite know what to say. 'I, er, they feel nice, and soft,' I managed to get out. 'Did you ever try on women's clothes before?' 'Yeah, when I was a kid I did it a few times.' 'Did you enjoy it,' her eyes were sparkling. I nodded. 'Why did you stop?' 'I was scared of being caught. There was only my mom and I knew she wouldn't understand. Since she passed away a couple of years ago I've never had another opportunity.' 'And now you have.' 'What do you mean? Surely this is only until you go and get me something to wear and I go back home.' I wasn't sure what she was getting at. 'Well, not necessarily. You said you have a month's leave. You are welcome to spend it here, with me, and I'd be quite happy for you to wear my clothes the whole time.' I was amazed at the offer. 'Are you serious? But you hardly know me. I could be a really horrible person.' She laughed. 'I don't think so. I think you're a very gentle, lonely person and I'm a bit lonely myself. We could help each other and have a good time. What do you think?' 'I don't know what to say. I've never had an offer like this before.' Jane laughed. 'No, I didn't think so. Anyway, we can play around and you can try different things on. You have quite long hair and with a bit of styling and some make up you would make a very attractive girl. Are you in?' All I could do was nod, stammer out my thanks and ask if she was sure about this. She was definite, 'Yes, I'm looking forward to it. Now that swelling in your slacks looks painful. Perhaps you should take care of it.' 'What do you mean?' 'Well, you could take it out and play with it and I could watch.' 'Are you sure? I mean last night.' 'Yes, last night was interesting, but maybe I might get a better look today. It's been a long time since I had a chance to watch a man cum. So come on, stand up, come over here and pull down your slacks and panties and let's get started.' I did as I was told and when my panties were lowered my dick sprang to immediate attention. It wasn't of a great size, but it looked okay. Jane leaned forward in her chair. 'Now start playing with it.' I slowly moved my hand up and down the shaft and as I did I noticed the rapt, intent look as she followed my every move. Then she said, 'Stop! I'm going to give you some encouragement.' As she spoke she removed her top and unclipped her bra, letting her breasts hang free. They looked magnificent. I soon felt myself building towards a climax. 'Ah! Jane I think I'm cumming and if I do I'm going to make a mess.' She smiled. 'Don't worry. You can cum on these,' and she lifted her breasts towards me. It was all I needed as I sent jet after jet onto her naked tits. Then we just looked at each other and smiled. While I pulled up my panties and slacks, Jane wiped my cum off her tits and stomach. When I was sitting down again, she said, 'Well that went well. I actually came while I was watching you. ' 'Would you like to cum again?' 'Why Roberta whatever do you have in mind?' she said using the feminine version of my name. 'Well you just take down those slacks and panties and sit back and let me take care of you.' Jane did as I asked and then I knelt down in front of her and put my head between her legs. As my tongue found her slit she began to moan and push my head into her groin. She came almost instantly and kept on and on as one orgasm after another shook her body. Eventually she calmed down, a contented smile on her face. 'I have never felt like that in my whole life. You were amazing.' I laughed, 'Glad to be of service. At least I know one way to pay you back for all the kindness you've shown me.' Jane laughed with me, telling me she was sure she had the best end of the deal. The rest of the day we really got to know each other and that night we snuggled up together in Jane's bed, both wearing our nighties. As strange as it sounds I could not believe how relaxed I was and how much I was enjoying myself. And especially how much I was enjoying wearing Jane's clothes. They seemed so soft and sexy, but they were nothing compared to the lady herself. She was so kind and loving, helping me make a dream come true. The next morning while lying in each other's arms Jane asked me what I would like to wear today. I decided to really take the plunge. 'Could I wear a dress please?' 'Of course you can my darling. I've got just the thing -- and I think we might do your hair and add some make up as well. Make you a real girl. Well, nearly real,' she said taking hold of my cock and giving it a squeeze. It was a while before we were ready to get out of bed. After we had enjoyed a long morning shower Jane took me back to the bedroom. I sat on the bed, wrapped in a towel while she busied herself gathering clothes. After dressing in what I had come to understand as her favourite leggings and cardigan, only today she had chosen not to wear a bra. When I pointed this out she said she wanted a bit of freedom. 'Right,' she said, 'now let's get you sorted. I've got a lovely button-through floral dress for you. Now stand up and we'll put your panties on.' I did as I was told and the white cotton panties were slipped on. 'Now for the bra.' 'Hang on a minute. Why do I need a bra? I don't have breasts.' 'Sorry sweetie, but without breasts and a bra the dress won't hang properly.' 'Well how do I get breasts?' 'Easy, I made them for you,' she said, producing what looked like two breast-shaped bean bags. These are the same size as mine and they will fit into your bra perfectly. Anyway, if you are going to look like a girl you need boobs.' With that said, she slipped my arms through the straps of the white bra and fastened it. Then she slipped the falsies into the cups and adjusted them to give the look of real breasts. 'How do they feel?' she asked. 'Strange,' I answered. 'A bit heavy, but I'm sure I'll get used to them.' Jane laughed. 'Sounds like you're really getting into this.' 'I guess so. When I was younger it was always something I wanted to do, but the chances were so limited and I was just too scared. My mother had a completely different attitude to you. She was very old-fashioned and would never have understood. If she'd known I would simply have been a pervert and she would have probably thrown me out.' 'Goodness, your childhood sounds a bit grim.' 'It was. She wasn't cruel, but I had no friends and it was pretty lonely.' She put her arms around me, 'You poor thing. Anyway that's over. Now stand up and we'll get your dress on.' She put the sleeveless dress on me and buttoned it up. 'There, that looks great. It fits you perfectly and the bra makes it hang just right.' She gave me some flat-heeled shoes and then led me to the bathroom where she went to work on my hair and make up. Finally I was allowed to look into the mirror. I couldn't believe it. Looking back at me was an attractive young girl. I would have found it hard to recognise myself. 'There, what do you think?' 'Amazing. I really look like a girl.' She gave me a white cardigan in case I got cold in the sleeveless dress. We spent the rest of the day with Jane teaching he how to walk and sit and even talk like a lady. I found controlling my voice the most difficult, but by the end of the day it was improving. Jane gave her verdict, 'You've done well. You couldn't pass just yet, but you're getting better and within a week or two no one will be able to spot you and when that happens we can go out.' Jane noticed my startled look. 'Trust me, when the time comes you'll be fine.' She looked at me. 'Now will you do something for me?' 'Anything you want. I don't think I could ever repay you for all you've done for me. What is it?' 'Well you had your fantasy of dressing as a woman and some people would think that is pretty kinky. Well I have a fantasy of making love to a woman wearing a dress, just like the one you have on, and being screwed by her cock.' She giggled, 'Now you'll think I'm really weird.' I looked into her eyes. 'Jane I'm not only grateful for all you've done for me, I'm in love with you. There is nothing you can ask that I would not try to do. One person's weird is another one's fun. Come on.' I reached out and took her hand and led her up the stairs to the bedroom. 'Now what do you want me to do?' She thought for a moment, 'I would like to be on top so can you lay on the bed for me.' I slipped my shoes off and did as she asked. While I was doing this she took off her own shoes and slid down her leggings and panties so she was naked from the waist down. Then she climbed onto the bed and sat astride me. She unbuttoned my dress from the waist down and asked me to lift my bottom so she could remove my panties. 'I see there's no problem with getting you interested,' she said as she looked at my erection. Without another word she grasped the base of my cock and lowered herself onto it. I swear she came instantly as she started moving up and down on my shaft. At the same time she began to squeeze her woollen-covered breasts. 'Unbutton your cardie,' I said, 'so I can see your tits.' In between gasps she managed to get the task done, giving me a view of her breasts framed by the sides of her cardigan hanging open. 'Now squeeze them.' Again she complied, grabbing her tits and holding on for all she was worth. She must have cum a few more times before I eventually began to build towards my own climax. 'Jane, I'm going to cum.' 'Yes! Yes! Give it to me! Give it to me!' I did and I think it was the most amazing orgasm I had ever had. It just seemed to go on and on. Eventually it ended and Jane collapsed on top of me. It was some time before we could speak. 'Thank you,' she said. ' You know that you're not the only one in love. This is going to be a fun month.' And so it was. By the end of it there were some major decisions made. I wasn't going back home. I'd be staying with Jane, or at least Roberta would be and there would be no need to change back. Rob made one appearance to go and quit his job and then clean out his flat -- not that there was much to take -- and then he vanished. Jane had her own computer website design business. She was very successful and made lots of money. Roberta became her personal live-in assistant. The locals thought we were a couple of lesbians, but the truth would have shocked them even more. But it's our life and we will live it the way we want. The police never caught the guys who robbed and bashed me, but that no longer matters, in fact I think I should really thank them because what they did that rainy night led me to Jane and a new life as Roberta. One Rainy Night Thunder crashed rattling the window pane next to me as rain pattered against it. I was eating supper alone in the hospital cafeteria where I work. I was reading the box scores from the sports page as was my habit when I worked the four-to-midnight shift. "Do you mind if I joined you?" asked a beautiful toffee-colored nurse dressed in white scrubs. Looking up from my paper with a scowl I replied, "Wouldn't you rather sit with your own kind?" "You mean black folks?" she asked her voice raising an octave. I answered with a chuckle, "Nope I was thinking of other nurses." "Oh," she sighed looking at a several neighboring tables occupied by nurses dressed in navy blue scrubs. The hospital dress code required charge nurses to wear white scrubs while the regular floor nurses wore navy blue scrubs. She snickered then pointed to the faded eagle, globe and anchor tattoo on my bicep and added, "You are my kind." "How's that?" I inquired. She pulled up her own sleeve to revel her tattoo. It was extremely nice artwork of a caduceus, a short staff entwined by two serpents surmounted by wings. In Greek mythology it was carried by Hermes. It was used these days as a symbol for the Army Medical Corps. In the middle of her staff was a large block-letter N for nurse and above the wings were tattooed the words, "Cheaters of Death" and just below the staff was the word "MASH." "Why sure a fellow vet is always welcome at my table." I said smiling up at her. She sat down and held out her hand, "I'm Yolanda Davis." "J.D. Rawlings," I replied shaking her hand. "You were with a MASH unit in Iraqi I assume?" Yolanda nodded her head. Her gaze traveled over my face and searched my eyes. She asked, "How about you?" "Naw, I was with the Marines in the First Gulf War followed by a tour in beautiful downtown Mogadishu, Somali." I replied watching Yolanda chew a bite of her supper while she listened. I was flattered by her interest. My pulse quickened from her obvious examination and approval. Yolanda was an ebony beauty in her late twenties with skin the color of creamed coffee. She had a nice figure I guessed to be 34C-26-38 on a five-foot seven-inch frame. Her hair was sleek and centered. She had used a flat iron to smooth out her strands then had parted it in the center. The rest of her hair she had secured into a tight all-business-like bun. Her white scrubs attractively contrasted with her dark skin signified that she was a charge nurse. Pointing her fork at my tattoo she asked, "In which illustrious shit-hole were you wounded?" The eagle, glove and anchor of my tattoo was peppered with scars. Involuntarily I rubbed my bicep and replied, "Both actually. I picked up shrapnel crossing a minefield in Kuwait then got shot in Somalia by twelve-year old with an AK." "Shot where?" Yolanda asked forking another bite. "Left hip, can we talk about something else?" I asked. My voice cracked with unwanted emotion. Picking up my coffee cup I took a long sip trying to wash a sudden bad taste from my mouth. "Okay, how long have you worked at Lakeside Hospital?" "Four years." "You've been a patient transporter the whole time?" "Yep." "What's wrong with you? No ambition?" "Lack of opportunity," I said getting up. I seethed, "You don't know me so don't judge me." Yolanda tried to apologize, "Sorry, I didn't mean anything..." I kept walking aware that my attraction to the dark beauty was foolish. An old man's fantasy I scolded myself. It couldn't have worked anyway I consoled myself, not only was there the whole black-white issue, there was a significant age difference between us as well. Leaving the cafeteria I made my way back to the Transportation Department to check back in. Pausing on the way to brush my teeth in the Men's Room I took inventory in the mirror. I wore a slate gray shirt over black trousers the required uniform for patient transporters. I had deep crow's feet at the corner of my eyes that bore testament to a life filled with struggle. A horizontal scar on my cheek ran below my eye a reminder of past sins. My hair was long and I kept it pulled back in a ponytail. The mirror reflected that my dark mustache and goatee were being salted by a lot of gray hair. I smiled at my reflection, not bad for guy who would turn forty next month. I was fit and trim the result of walking twelve miles-a-day shuffling patients all over the hospital on a gurney or in a wheelchair. Transportation sent me down to the Emergency Room (ER) to take a patient for an X-ray. Most of the night work was shuffling patients between the ER and various testing departments. After hustling several patients between the ER and Radiology I was tasked with taking a patient up to the 12th floor, Yolanda's ward. My heart lurched with an unwelcome excitement. Once I got the gurney in the elevator I noticed that the elderly man's color had gone from rosy to pale to gray. He gasped and clutched his chest then blacked out. Checking for a pulse I hollered, "Mister?" Finding no pulse I immediately started CPR and begged the elevator to go faster. After pushing on the patient's chest thirty times I stopped and gave him two breaths via mouth-to-mouth. I had just begun my third repetition of thirty chest compressions when the elevator stopped and the doors opened with a loud ding. "Code Blue!" I shouted to the nurses behind their station. Yolanda was the first one around the counter into the elevator. She climbed on the gurney and straddled the patient and took over CPR as I wheeled the gurney off the elevator. Another nurse brought a manual resuscitator and begun bagging breaths into the patient. While yet another wheeled a portable defibrillator around the counter. She handed the paddles to Yolanda who hit the patient with 150 joules of electricity. He arched his back in response to the shock but it brought his heart back into sinus rhythm. With a loud groan he started to breathe on his own. While the patient continued to improve Yolanda got on the phone and arranged for him to be transferred to the cardiac ward. After complimenting the rest of the nurses for a job well done Yolanda accompanied me to the cardiac ward just in case the patient coded again. She touched my arm saying, "You probably saved his life." Chuckling I said, "You were the one with paddles." Arriving on the cardiac ward I couldn't help but watch the oscillation of Yolanda's big bubble butt as she led the way off the elevator. Despite the seriousness of the situation I felt a stirring in my loins. She briefed the cardiac charge nurse while I wheeled the patient to his room. By the time I left his room Yolanda had already returned to her own floor. For some unknown reason I was disappointed. My shifted ended at midnight and I hustled through the pouring rain to the bus stop using my newspaper as a makeshift umbrella. The bus was right on time and I gratefully boarded only half soaked. It had been a long night and I slumped in my seat exhausted. As the bus rounded a corner I saw an economy car pulled alongside the curb with its emergency flashers blinking. A black woman dressed in white was struggling to change a flat tire in the drenching rain. I recognized Yolanda immediately and cursed out loud. I yelled to the driver, "Stop the bus!" The bus hadn't gotten up to speed yet but it still took a second or two for the driver to bring it to a complete stop. He didn't mind the bus only had a couple of passengers at that hour and he had already collected my full fare. As I went down the steps past him, he waved and said, "Adios." I was thoroughly soaked by the time I reached Yolanda's car. Tapping her on the shoulder I asked, "Need a hand?" Startled by my sudden appearance Yolanda came up swinging the tire iron. I threw up arm to protect my face and took the blow on my forearm. I grabbed her arm as she drew back to swing again and hollered, "Are you crazy?" "Oh, J.D. I'm sorry," she apologized then added, "This isn't the best neighborhood for a woman to breakdown in you know." Nodding I agreed, "I know. Let me have that." She surrendered the tire iron then watched as I went to the jack and lowered the car back to the pavement. She objected, "Hey Jarhead, I just got this thing jacked up." "I know that's the problem. You need to bust the lugs before you jack it up. That's why the wheel kept spinning on you." She nodded unable to suppress an air of admiration, "Good to know." Twenty rain-soaked minutes later I had the tire changed. Yolanda asked where I lived as I got into the passenger's seat. I directed her to Fairfax Street where I rented a studio apartment above the garage behind a two-story Victorian house. After asking how far she had to go to get home I said, "Why don't you come on up. I have some sweats you can wear home. They won't fit but at least they're dry. You'll catch pneumonia if you stay in those wet clothes." Yolanda agreed and threw the car in park. We raced the raindrops and each other up the stairs to the door of my apartment. I hurriedly unlocked and opened the door as a bolt of lightning raced across the sky and illuminated the night. Before surrendering the tiny bathroom to Yolanda I grabbed a towel for myself. Closing the door to the bathroom she said, "Thanks." I stripped in the kitchen area. My soaked clothes wetly smacked the linoleum. Picking them up I rung them out in the sink. I dried my nude body vigorously with the towel before slipping on a pair of shorts. After wrapping my long hair in the towel I dug the sweats and another T-shirt out of chest drawers for Yolanda. I heard the shower running when I knocked on the door. I called through it, "I got your sweats and I'd like to get the hair drier." "Come on in the door's not locked." The bathroom had a sink, a toilet and shower stall and just enough room to turn around. The door to the shower stall was made of obscure crystal styrene which made it translucent but not see-through. Taking a moment to admire Yolanda's figure which I could barely make out behind the refracted glass I licked my lips as her dark breasts where pushed against the door as she rinsed in the shower stream. Shaking my head to clear it of lustful thoughts I sat the clothes on the closed toilet seat lid then grabbed my blow dryer from the cabinet above the toilet. I asked above the spattering water of the shower, "Do you mind if I dry my hair. This is the only mirror I got." "Knock yourself out. I don't mind running up your water bill. This hot water feels marvelous." I quickly dried my long hair stealing glances of Yolanda's body as she washed it in the shower. My cock grew hard despite the fact that her figure was little more than a shadow behind the opaque shower stall door. It had been a month since I had been with a woman and I had had to pay for the privilege then. Once I was finished with the blow dryer I left it on the lid of the toilet tank for Yolanda. Once I closed the bathroom door Yolanda turned off the shower. Soon I heard the blow dryer whining again. While Yolanda finished in the bathroom I got a couple of glasses from the kitchen cabinet, a bottle of lemon juice from the fridge and a bottle of whiskey off the counter. I poured two fingers of whiskey into each glass then three fingers of lemon juice. I sat shirtless at the small kitchen table next to the window and watched the rain come down. Yolanda opened the door to the bathroom wearing one of my old white T-shirts. It tented as her nipples hardened in the cooler air of the kitchen. The material of the shirt was sheer enough I could make out her dark areolas. She filled out my sweat pants real nice although they were a bit long on her, the legs were bunched up at her ankles. Since Yolanda wasn't wearing any panties the gray jersey material invaded her cunt and gripped her labia in a succulent camel-toe that made my mouth water. She had taken an elastic hair band and put it around her hairline then she had pulled her kinky hair through it into a cute afro puff. Pouting she ran her fingers through her afro puff and said, "Since you don't have a flat iron this is the best I can do. I'll just have to be happy to be nappy." "You look like a Nubian princess to me," I said aware that she wanted me to find her desirable. "I'd tell you to kiss my ass White Bread but you'd fall in love and I would never get rid of you." "Sit down and have a toddy, it'll warm your innards." Smiling Yolanda sat down across from me and took the proffered glass. She sipped its contents puckering her lips in response to the sour lemon taste then she said, "Not bad." "Two fingers of whiskey topped off with three fingers of lemon juice. My granddaddy drank one of this every day and he lived to be ninety." "Thanks for stopping and helping me," said Yolanda looking about my small apartment then she turned her attention to me and asked, "What's your story?" "I ain't got no story, just a working stiff trying to make a living." "No wife?" I shrugged. "Once upon a time but it ended a long time ago." "Children?" "A daughter, I haven't seen in fourteen years." I cleared my throat and asked, "Can we change the subject?" "Sorry." She cocked her head and pushed my loose hair off my shoulder to examine the jagged scars hiding beneath it. Impressed she said, "They patched you up pretty good. IED?" Shaking my head I said, "IEDs are a part of your war not mine. We were up against the Republican Guard not insurgents. We just wandered right into a minefield. I stepped in a hole the same time the Marine in front of me set off a Bouncing Betty. Because I got tripped up I was low enough to escape the worst of the blast and my Kelvar saved me from getting completely shredded by the shrapnel." A bright flash of lightning streaked across the sky followed by the echo of thunder. Goose bumps raced up my arm. I shivered and took a hard pull on my drink. I fought to stay in the present instead of drifting off into a bad night over twenty years ago. Yolanda leaned sideways and inspected the top of my other scar. She pulled the waistband of my shorts down a bit to get a better look then asked, "Somalia?" "Yeah, we were running food convoys out of Mogadishu into villages out in the bush. My squad was sent to clear some mud huts next to the road, an obvious spot for an ambush right?" Yolanda nodded and took a sip of toddy then she took my hand in hers. Her touch was tender. "Anyway, the warlords had been using food as weapon for so long and the locals were so desperate..." I choked on the memory but continued, "...anyway we got in a firefight. I ran through a doorway of a hut right into a child-solider...we both pulled the trigger at the same time...I survived and he didn't." I poured more whiskey into the toddy and gulped it. The burn of the whiskey calmed my nerves. She touched the scar on my cheek just below my eye and asked, "Kuwait or Somalia?" "Got that one in Mansfield Penitentiary," I said without emotion then sipped my toddy again. Yolanda's expression betrayed her shock as she eyed the distance from the table to the door. She let go of my hand and studied me for a second then asked, "Why were you in the pen J.D.?" "Manslaughter." Wide-eyed Yolanda's voice quivered, "That's all you're going to say about it?" "Not much to say. Once I got out of the Marines I came home got married then got a job working the line at Euclid Envelope Factory. Not long after our daughter was born, my wife and I went out for an evening. We were at a tavern that had pretty good fish on Friday nights. They had a live band that night so we stayed. I went to get us a couple of beers when this guy asks my wife to dance. So when I returned with the beers I see this guy with his hands on my wife's ass. So I go out on the dance floor and bust a beer mug over his head. Cracked his skull, he died two days later and I went to prison for ten years. My wife filed for divorce soon after I went to Mansfield." Yolanda digested the information and said softly, "I'm so sorry for you." "Don't be, I paid for my transgressions," I replied. I peered at her intently then asked, "So what's your story? I don't see a ring on your finger." Yolanda looked at her left hand then set her toddy down. She blew a long sad breath then explained, "I joined the Army right after I graduated from nursing school. They paid off my student loans and sent me to Iraq. I met Leon, a young infantry lieutenant, we fell in love and planned to married. A week before his tour ended, he set off an IED and was killed. I got out and was offered a Charge Nurse position at Lakeside. So here I am." I lifted my glass and toasted, "To absent friends." Yolanda wiped a tear from her cheek then clinked her glass to mine, "Absent friends." We both drank then Yolanda offered a toast, "Wives and sweethearts." "May they never meet," I finished the old military toast with a chuckle then downed my toddy. An undeniable attraction had been built between us. I noticed that Yolanda's glass was empty and asked, "Care for another?" "If I do I won't be able to drive home." I shrugged and suggested, "You could stay here." "You don't have to get me drunk to get me to stay J.D." Yolanda stood up and peeled off the T-shirt then added, "Just ask me to stay." My eyes were immediately drawn to her bare breasts. They looked like toffee covered apple orbs darkened to a burnt macchiato color and tipped with dark chocolate drops. Instinctively, I licked my lips then huskily pled, "Yolanda, please stay." "I'd love too," she giggled then dropped into my lap. Her mouth covered mine hungrily. She pressed her lips to mine with savage intensity. It was exquisite ecstasy when she kissed me and I pressed my lips to hers. Intuitively, her body arched towards me as my hands roamed intimately over her breasts. My hand lightly touched her hardening nipples as she squirmed on my lap grinding her ass on my erection. I kissed her neck before moving down to suck a nipple into my mouth. "That feels so good, J.D.," murmured Yolanda. Her fingers caressed the back of my head encouraging me to suckle as I teased her nipple with my tongue then blew my hot breath across it followed by my rubbing my goatee across it. She moaned, "J.D., you're driving me insane." Yolanda slithered out of my lap onto the floor. She yanked my shorts down and tossed them aside. Smiling up at me she said, "It's nice to see that your cock is as big as any brothers." "As a medical professional you should have known that black guys' having a bigger cock than white guys was just a myth." Giggling she sweetly kissed then sucked my cock just as our intimate connection dictated. Each time she looked up at me I smiled exhilarated, overcome with peace and joy. She got a little more intrepid and lavished attention on my cockhead by wrapping her lips around it. Underneath her tongue whirled around, lapping at the tip and teasing the tender underside of my cock. Just as I had gotten used to that sensation she switched her focus, pulling my cock out of her mouth to lick the seam of my balls. She teased, "J.D., your balls look so full. Are they full of cum? I so want your cum, Sweetie." I shivered as she ran her tongue over every square inch of my balls while stroking my shaft. My balls contracted and yielded to her warm wet mouth. I clutched the table and fought off the urge to cum. I sighed, "Uh." Yolanda turned her attention to my shaft running her mouth up its side until she got to the tip which only served as a transit for her to slide her lips down my shaft engulfing much but not all of my cock into her warm wet mouth. She slowly worked her mouth back up my shaft sucking along the entire length. Her hands got involved stroking my shaft while she nursed on just the head of my cock. She gently rolled my balls in her other hand in an effort to coax the cum from them. She stroked me faster and faster until she sensed I going to cum. She spat out my cock and pointed it at her heaving breasts and huskily ordered, "Give me your cum, Sweetie." One Rainy Night "Yaay," I gasped as a blissful sensation washed over me. Jets of white cum rocketed from the tip of my cock covering Yolanda's big beautiful coco-colored breasts with the white pearls of my lust. Light-headed from the intensity of my orgasm I looked down at Yolanda panting. She sat sweetly at my feet looking content she smiled up at me and said, "Sweetie, I just love how your cum splashed all over me. It gives me so much pleasure to make you feel good." "You did make feel good," I groaned heavily. Before I pulled her to her feet Yolanda took my discarded T-shirt and wiped the cum rolling down her breasts. I kissed her lips and she darted her tongue into my mouth. Breaking our kiss I led her to my bed and she crawled onto it then rolled on her back. I lay next to her kissing her again. I reached for one of her luscious breasts and gently but firmly squeezed it. Smiling as she moaned, I kissed her neck before moving down to suck a nipple into my mouth. Leaving her heaving breasts I trailed my tongue down her trembling torso kissing and licking. With deft fingers I untied the drawstring of the gray sweatpants. I smiled as Yolanda became rigid and turned her head toward the door. I knew she was having second thoughts so I asked, "Want me to stop?" "You're such a gentleman," Yolanda sighed deeply and lifted her ass off the bed to allow me to peel her sweatpants completely off. "Don't stop." Once she was naked I looked down at the ebony beauty on my bed. I saw her bare breasts heaving with exhilaration. Between her dark legs her bald labia pouted delicious pinkness, engorged with excitement and glistening with anticipation. Choking with emotion I said, "Yolanda you are so beautiful." Catching a whiff of her sex scent I followed it to its source as she spread her legs granting me access to her excited pussy. I brushed my lips over her slit with light caresses as she strained and bucked her hips upward. Finally, I put my lips right on top of her slit and kissed it gently then harder, she moaned in pleasure. My tongue broached her pussy and I ran it up and down the layers of her pussy flesh. Tentatively, I pushed my tongue inside her cunt and fucked her with gentle stabs of its tip. I brought my tongue to the top of her slit and used it like a probe. Locating her pleasure pearl I licked it hard and pressed my tongue into its hood. Yolanda muttered encouragement, "That...that's...it...that's it." I slid two wet fingers slowly but firmly as far as they will go into Yolanda's drooling cunt. It was like dipping my fingers into melted butter, her juices streamed down the crack of her ass. I teased her methodically waving my fingers in her cunt in a come-hither kind of motion until they made contact with her G-spot. "That's the spot, that's the spot," Yolanda rasped and squirmed on my hand as I tapped my fingers against her G-spot. Soon my fingers were rocketing in and out of her cunt with energetic enthusiasm. She whimpered, "Don't stop...don't stop...don't stop." Gently I pulled Yolanda's pussy lips apart with my teeth. With her clit exposed I flicked my tongue quickly against it. Her legs thrashed against my head as she wiggled about the bed. She was approaching orgasm so I pursed my lips into an O and sucked forcefully on her clit. She lifted her butt off the mattress and wildly bucked her pelvis with the rising wave of orgasm. Somehow I managed to keep my mouth on her clit and even managed to suck harder on it. "Oh my! Oh yeah! Okay!" she cried. Now satisfied that Yolanda was indeed on the very edge of climax I darted my tongue into her butthole before withdrawing my finger from her cunt and savagely shoving it up her ass while simultaneously biting her clit. Orgasm ripped through her body. The bed quivered beneath her as her body quaked on top of it. She wailed with orgasmic release, "Ooooooh!" Yolanda collapsed on the bed and lay still, gasping for breath. When she finally came back to her senses she opened her eyes and saw my face full of adoration. I was delighted that I had been able to give her so much pleasure. I asked, "Are you okay?" "Never better Sweetie," she replied her voice husky with passion. Moving between Yolanda's trembling legs I watched as she looked at me through half-open eyelids and feebly smiled. I put my hands behind her knees and pushed them to her breasts while she seized my rock hard cock and guided into her wet wanton cunt. Slowly I sank my entire cock into her until my balls rested against her butthole. Groaning I paused and curled my toes to keep from cumming. Reveling in the tightness of her cunt I huffed, "You pussy feels so good." "J.D. you're so...so hard...so big." Yolanda muttered her pleasure then patted my ass to let me know she enjoyed my girth. I slowly withdrew my cock. The wet walls of her pussy clutched at my cock. When the head of my cock was practically falling out of her cunt I slid it all the way back into her. Soon I had a slow tempo going and Yolanda groaned when I sunk my cock into her and moaned when I when I began to withdraw it. After just a few minutes of this I knew I couldn't last much longer so I pushed myself up on my hands and pounded her pussy with abandon. The new position changed the angle of my pelvic bone and it pressed against Yolanda's clit. She muttered with insistence, "Fuck me like that Sweetie. Fuck me hard." With animal-like lust I looked deep into her eyes and curled my lip. I throttled her pussy. As I hammered my cock into Yolanda's pussy, her big breasts bounced to and fro like they were directly propelled by my cock. She twisted her nipples squealing with depraved delight. Reaching between her legs she diddled her clit with urgency. Her hips bucked furiously on my cock as her passion peaked. Wild-eyed she howled, "Cum...my pussy...cum." I felt her cunt contracting around my cock as she wailed in ecstasy. After she relaxed I frantically plunged my cock into her hot box like a lunatic while she bounded her heels across my ass like bronco rider. I shoved my cock into her pussy to the hilt just as my balls blasted their load deep into her cunt. I groaned, "Aw yeah, cum." "Fill my pussy, Sweetie! Fill my pussy!" I collapsed down on Yolanda and gasped for air. I rested my head on her beautiful breasts and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I remained fully erect and fully seated inside her cunt. Wordlessly we lay still for many minutes just holding each other in a loving embrace. Yolanda tenderly ran her fingers through my hair. She brought my face up to hers and kissed me. Softly she cooed, "That was amazing Sweetie." I caught a glimpse of a tear running down her cheek. I softened and pulled out of Yolanda's cummy cunt. I rolled on to my back and she cuddled up against me. Looking down into her face I tried to figure out her feelings. I hugged her tight, kissed her and soothingly said, "Yes it was." She kissed my cheek and then rested her head on my chest. Her tears dropped onto my skin, I wasn't sure of her emotions. Finally she rose up on her elbow wiped her eyes and said, "You're so sweet, J.D., you made me feel desired and sexy. I haven't felt like that in so long. You made me feel so good." I paused before answering and caressed Yolanda's ample breast, her nipple hardened at my touch. I grinned at her reaction then said, "You made me feel pretty good, too." "You're such a sweetie." She kissed my chest then her fingers traced trails through my chest hair. She hesitated and then spoke, "If I asked you a question would you answer me honestly?" "Sure," I said gently tugging on her other nipple. Yolanda smiled and began to stroke my cock. Giggling as it sprang to life she asked, "Is this just a one night stand?" I stopped playing with breast. Deep creases furrowed my forehead as I searched for the words I wanted to say. With a long sigh I said, "I sure hope not Yolanda." She smiled broadly at me. She squatted over me with her feet flat on the mattress. Teasing me she ran her fingers down my chest to my shaft. She stroked my member until it was so hard it hurt. Then, with one hand on my chest for support, she held the base of my cock with her other hand and slowly lowered herself down the length of my cock. Looking into my eyes she contracted her cunt muscles when my eyes widened with pleasure she grinned at me again. Openmouthed I huffed and tried not blow my load right then. The soothing wet sensation of the velvety depths of her cunt was so intense I hissed, "Pussy...good....so....good." Yolanda liked being on top. She liked the control it gave her. Leaning down until our bellybuttons touched she begun to grind her pelvic from side to side until I moaned. She kissed me then changed direction by grinding in tiny circles until once again I moaned. Instead of leaning down to kiss me Yolanda pulled me up by my shoulders toward her until we were both sitting face-to-face. Draping her arms around my neck she kissed me passionately. She darted her tongue in my mouth and entwined it with mine. She wrapped hers legs around me and rocked back and forth on my cock moaning, ""Hmmm, I love your big cock, Sweetie." My hands busily fondled her breasts as we embraced each other. Before Yolanda kissed me again she told me to share a breath with her. When she exhaled I was supposed to inhale and then vice versa. As she breathed in, she would rock her pelvis back and tighten her cunt muscles around my cock. I gasped with pure pleasure. Then she exhaled and rolled her pelvis forward forcing her cunt to reluctantly release its grip on my cock. After a bit I was able to mirror her movements and we became enthralled in the ecstasy and intimacy of the position. Our passion built and before long Yolanda's face took on an eager radiance. Her pelvic motions grew frantic. She growled that my cock was putting pressure on her G-spot. She adjusted her movements to enhance that pressure. Her inarticulate ramblings echoed off the walls of my tiny apartment as her climax built. I clamped down on both her nipples with my fingers and she suddenly stiffen, her eyes rolled back in her head. I cried out as her entire pelvic constricted with her orgasm and threatened to snap my cock in two. I watched mesmerized as her face contorted into a grimace of pleasurable release. Then she threw back her head and howled with climatic delight before going limp in my arms. It was more than I could stand and I began to hiss as my own orgasm burst from my cock in white hot frothy spurts of cum into Yolanda's sweet, sweet pussy. Once I was spent I fell back on the mattress pulling Yolanda down on top of me. She curled up next to me and rested her head on my chest. I listened to the rhythm of her breathing. It felt good to have her wrapped in mine arms. I was only concerned about her reaction once the sun rose. A few hours later sunlight perforated the window announcing a new day. Yolanda was still resting her on my chest when she blinked awake. Stirring she lifted herself up and wiped her drool off my torso with the sheet. Her voice was low and hoarse, "Sorry, Sweetie." I chuckled, "Think nothing of it. You're beautiful when you sleep. You have the cutest snore." Playfully she smacked my chest, "I don't snore. But I did sleep better than I have since I got back from Iraq. I think it was because I was so sexually satisfied. How did you sleep?" "I didn't sleep much." Sitting up the sheet fell from Yolanda's body revealing her perky coco-colored breasts. Her nipples reminded me of chocolate drops as they hardened in the cool morning air. Pushing errant and frizzy strains of kinky hair from her face she asked, "Why didn't you sleep?" "I didn't sleep because I was watching you sleep. I was just enjoying being next to you, having you in my arms. I figured this wwould all end with coming of a new day. I can always sleep later." Despite my morning breath she kissed me, she didn't seem to mind. Her tongue charged into my mouth and our tongues frolicked momentarily. Then she broke the kiss and lay back on chest. The contrast in our skin tones was remarkable, mine was light and hers a dark mocha. Caressing my chest she trailed her hand down my belly to find my cock already hard and seeping lust onto my belly. She said, "It is a new day and I don't want this to end either." I closed my eyes enjoying the attention as Yolanda slowly stroked my manhood. Tenderly I caressed her breasts and ever so gently twisted her nipples. I moaned as she quickened her stroking pace. I reached under her arms and pulled her up when her breasts were level with my mouth I sucked a chocolate colored nipple into my mouth. Yolanda arched her back and hissed. She ran her fingers through my hair encouraging me to suckle. Her pussy was weeping excitement as she swung her leg over me and straddled me. She looked into my eyes which glimmered with happy anticipation. Leaning down she kissed me deeply then rose and took my hard cock in her hand and lowered her bald pussy, still dripping from last night's sex, onto it. I groaned with gratification as Yolanda lovingly impaled herself on my cock. As the moist heat of her cunt enveloped me, I said, "Geez, Yolanda your pussy feels so good." Since she was in the driver's seat so to speak, she decided to tease me by alternating the depth she took my cock into her cunt. She rose up and quickly bounced rapidly up and down on it with just a couple of inches inside her. My hands went to her breasts and I began to firmly squeeze them and gently pinched her nipples until she squealed with relish. She tormented me by sliding slowly up the full length of my shaft until my cock almost fell out of her only to glide back down until she was fully seated again. She groaned on the way up and moaned on the way down. Then she whimpered as she tightened her cunt muscles around my cock forcing me to curl my toes to keep from busting my nut too soon. Slapping the mattress like cage fighter trying to tap out I whined, "You're... torturing... me." As she rode my cock her wet labia clung lovingly to my shaft. She tried to maintain her tortoise like pace as she diddled her clit. As her orgasm approached she began to pick up speed. Soon she looked like a jockey bouncing astride a thoroughbred and I watched her breasts bounce in unison to her accelerated cadence. She huffed, "I...oh... love....oh... cock...love...your... hard cock...oh." Yolanda's velocity increased. She was close to orgasm and I shifted my hands to her buttocks and grabbed each cheek to help her pitch up and down on my cock. She began to whine lost in lust and I savagely shoved a finger up her ass. She threw back her head and howled as the waves of pleasure crashed down on her. Her cunt clamped down on my cock and cum shot from it like a shotgun blast. She continued to contract her cunt until she had milked all the cum from my cock. She collapsed on top of me and my sated cock slipped from her slushy snatch. She rolled off me and snuggled up to me. "I think I could fall in love with you, Sweetie." "I think I have already fallen in love with you, Yolanda," I replied. I wrapped my arms around her and held her in a deep pressure embrace. I felt her relax and slowly melt into my body. I held her that way for a long, long time. One Rainy Night in Prague [Note: as always, this takes place in a parallel universe where there are no STD's.] I could give you a lot of back story, a lot of detail, about how my wife Jen and I have ended up in this little club in Prague, sitting with Katerina, the sexy blonde Czech jazz singer who finished her last set a while ago, and Milos, her sexy blond actor brother, who's definitely appreciating the way Jen's generous tits are almost falling out of her lowcut top, but hey: it's what may happen next that really counts. Then again, maybe you're the kind of person who likes some build-up, some literary foreplay. Nothing wrong with that: sometimes I do, too. All right, a few sentences to set the scene: - Jen and I are both 26-years-old, good-looking, and have been together four years: long enough for the novelty to have faded, even if the sex is still smokin'. - We'd heard Prague was a fine combination of Old World sights and cutting-edge 21st century partying, so we decided that's where we'd start our first trip out of the U.S. - We accidentally stumbled into a swinger bar last night and a very cute couple hit on us. We declined, but it's left us both feeling unusually frisky, and privately fantasizing about how it might have been. - We're a long way from home, right? As Jen puts it, since everything's out of the ordinary anyway, you aren't necessarily thinking about things the same way you would at home. See where this is headed? Anyhow, the four of us have a nice buzz on from the vodka shots we've been toasting each other with over the previous hour. U.S.-Czech relations have gotten pretty friendly: Milos and Jen have their heads together talking intensely about theater and his acting gigs; she's absent-mindedly tracing patterns on his forearm with her finger. I'm watching Katerina's hard nipples shifting around under her filmy gown as she and I compare our favorite jazz standards. Her leg is warm against mine, and then I notice that Milos only has one hand in sight and Jen has begun to squirm around just the tiniest bit in her chair. Katerina catches me watching them. "You see what your wife is permitting Milos to do?" she asks. Her lips are like Angelina Jolie's--I mean, she really is amazingly hot. The way she looked and moved and sounded when she was on stage earlier, the only thing you could picture her doing besides singing torch songs was having spectacular sex. "Is this O.K. with you?" she says. Good question. A husband and wife ought to talk about these things first, I guess, but it seems as if events have been unfolding quickly. I want to fuck Katerina more than I've wanted anything in a long time, but am I really ready for Jen to be with someone else while I do it? I look into Katerina's pale blue eyes and my dick makes my decison for me. "I think so. If you and I could do something, too." She smiles and leans forward to give me a soft, lingering kiss. "I think this would be possible," she whispers, "but you must talk to Jen." *** Katerina and Milos confer in Czech, exchanging meaningful looks, and conclude that the party should move on to her place, a few blocks away. It's raining when we leave, but we have a couple of umbrellas. I pull Jen under mine. Milos and Katerina walk discreetly ahead under theirs. Things have happened so fast, I'm feeling a little tongue-tied. "You and Milos . . ." I finally say. She looks up at me searchingly. "Just this once? Milos and me, and you and Katerina? They're so hot. Then we can turn back into regular old Jen and Sam in the morning." "One night of insanity--that's the deal?" With enough vodka and testosterone in my system, you can talk me into almost anything. "That's the deal," she says with a wicked smile. "O.K., but if it's just going to be this one time, we need to be in the same room. I don't want to miss anything." "Oh baby, yes," my wife purrs. "Let's watch each other fuck these people." *** It's truly a night of surprises, the first one being that we're here at all in Katarina's luxurious loft apartment, getting ready to hop into bed with her and her brother. But the second is that the gorilla in the muscle shirt, whom we find sitting on the couch with a heavily made-up and scantily-dressed young Asian woman, turns out to be Katarina's boyfriend. We discover later that if it weren't for a gimpy knee, he'd still be on the national rugby team. They check us out as we come in the door. Katarina goes over to him and whispers something in his ear. He smiles, and nods, and gives her a kiss. She rejoins us and leads us down a long hall toward an open door at the end. "Your boyfriend!" Jen says, impressed. "That's not a problem?" I certainly hope not. I'm big, but this guy is a monster. "Oh no, Viktor is most agreeable in these matters. As I am for him. You see he also has friend here already, yes?" Jen grins at me. "Toto, this is looking less and less like Kansas all the time." I smile back. "Well, Dorothy, when in Oz . . ." *** Now we're in the room. It has a bed that's roughly the size of Luxembourg. The only illumination is from the streetlights a story below. I'm with Katerina at the window, looking out at the rain; she's leaning back against me as I cup her pointy breasts through the delicate fabric of her gown and play with her even pointier nipples. I touch my lips to her neck and she shivers. She smells of sandalwood and spice and girl. Behind us, I hear murmurs, and zippers unzipping, and clothing falling quietly to the floor. She turns in my arms, reaching behind to unfasten her gown. It slides away and now she's naked except for a tiny thong. She pulls my lips down to hers and as our tongues find each other, I run my fingers over her long, sleek body, so different from Jen's soft curves. Her taut little ass fits my hands just right and I pull her against my straining erection. "Too much clothes," she whispers, and fumbles with my belt. I help her undress me. I push her back onto the bed. Jen and Milos are already locked together: her eyes are closed and she's humping his thigh as he noisily sucks her breast. Their hands are all over each other. I can't help noticing that his cock is a lot smaller than she's used to; I hope she won't be disappointed. I peel off Katerina's thong and push her knees back. Her untrimmed pubic hair is sparse and silky and blonde: the swollen lips of her vulva beckon. I bury my face in her crotch, licking and nibbling. She's not as juicy as Jen gets, and she tastes different--a bit tangier--but I like it just fine, and from the noises she's making, she does too. Jen and Milos rearrange themselves: she's on her knees so she can reach his cock. I watch her stroke it for a minute, then bend down to run her tongue along it. Then she inhales it. Her legs are slightly spread and moisture is glistening in her smooth cleft--it's strange to think that tonight it's there for Milos, not me. She's devouring him. Jen is a high-energy lover. Sex for her is like hard rock, the kind that's really noisy, with a pounding bass and a driving beat. Katerina seems to approach sex more like jazz, where you take your time, mixing up the rhythms and trading off solos. She writhes gently as I vibrate my tongue against her stubby clit; I slip a finger into her, then another. She clamps my head between her thighs and comes with a little cry. When she's stopped twitching, she lifts me away from her pussy and has me roll over. Ever so delicately, she wraps her fingers around my dick, rubs the head across her cheek and back and forth over her lips, then envelops me in her warm mouth. Jen, meanwhile, has straddled Milos and is trying unsuccessfully to lower herself onto his cock, which suddenly seems to have lost a lot of its starch. She finally settles back onto his thighs, and with a dollop of pussy juice for lube, attempts to revive him with her hand. Oh, man--Katerina is doing things to me with her tongue that Jen's never dreamed of. I'm in danger of coming WAY too soon, so I draw her up to lie beside me. She takes my face in her hands and we kiss ferociously. But then we hear a little frustrated grunt next to us: Milos is still soft, and Jen doesn't seem too happy. Katerina lifts her head and looks at Milos. "Again?" she asks quietly. "Yes," he says, with an abashed expression, "it is the same." "Milos has little problem sometimes," Katerina tells us. She reaches over and takes Jen's hand. "Don't worry," she says reassuringly, "I know how to help this become better." She rolls from the bed, and heads out the door. "Yes, it will be all right now," says Milos, looking even more shamefaced. "Are you O.K., babe?" I ask Jen. She gives me a wry look. "We'll see, I guess. It looked like you were having fun, anyway." "We can go anytime you want." "Well, let's find out what she has in mind, first . . . Milos got me all wound up--I'm still pretty goddamned horny." *** What Katerina has in mind, of course, is Viktor. They come into the room hand-in-hand. He's naked, too, now, and seems even bigger than before, and he's really not that bad-looking--sort of a Slavic version of Russell Crowe. His formidable penis is half-erect, and at first I think he's had a gruesome accident because it has red smears all over it. Then I remember the Asian girl, and chuckle: it's only lipstick. Katerina leads him over to Jen. "This is Viktor," she says. "He can give you much excitement." Then she giggles, and adds, "I will guarantee this personally." Viktor looks earnestly at Jen. "I know you have been attracted to Milos, but I think you are very beautiful and I would like to give you oral pleasure now, and then maybe we make love." Milos, meanwhile, has moved to a chair beside the bed where he can watch the action. Jen looks at me and raises her eyebrows. I shrug: it's her call. She turns back to Viktor and gives him a long once-over, paying particular attention to his dick, which is now in full bloom. She smiles, and licks her lips. She opens her legs. "O.K., big boy," she says, looking him in the eye, "let's give it a whirl." As my wife pulls Viktor down and begins to acquaint him with the delights of her pussy, Katerina climbs back onto the bed and snuggles in next to me. She languidly strokes my dick as I tongue her fantastic nipples and run my hand up the inside of her thigh to the heat and slickness at the top. I part the lips and slide my finger into her, searching for her g-spot. We go at it like that until she starts to moan and lifts my head up to kiss her; her hand has become a blur on my cock. She's got me on fire. "I need to fuck you," I whisper. "Oh yes, please, now," she says, and rolls onto her back, spreading herself wide. I wouldn't have thought I could get any harder, but the sweet scent of her arousal does it. I kneel between her legs; she takes my penis and guides it to her pussy. She gasps as I give a little push, and then another; slowly her tight vagina gives way and takes me in. It feels so snug and good. I begin to move inside her. Jen is whimpering and I look over at her. Viktor is definitely delivering on his promise of oral pleasure: he has her ass in his hands and her ankles on his shoulders, and is effortlessly holding her up off the bed so he can penetrate her with his tongue. She's rubbing herself frantically against his face, and I can tell she's close to the edge. Sure enough, a moment later she shrieks, and goes rigid. When she unclenches, he lowers her gently back down, and lifts his head from between her legs. I feel the slightest twinge of jealousy as I watch her reach out and affectionately run her fingers through his hair. The twinge disappears as I come back to Katerina, who is now gripping my ass tightly and bucking against me each time I thrust. She reaches between my legs and fondles my balls; I lick her mouth, then stick my tongue in to wrestle with hers. Her control over her vaginal muscles is phenomenal: it's like there's another little Katarina in there working my dick. I feel an orgasm building and I'm certainly not ready, so I roll onto my back, pulling her on top of me. We don't miss a beat. In my new position I can see Milos: he's staring at us intently, and playing with his impressively rejuvenated erection. Maybe he just likes to watch. Every so often, Katerina slithers up and drags her nipples across my lips, then slides back down onto my cock. With each stroke now, she's muttering something in Czech. My guess is it's some version of, "Yes!" or, "Fuck me!" Language gets pretty basic and universal when you're screwing your brains out. I turn my head and there's Jen, lying back and drawing Viktor up between her legs. She looks at me blindly, so lost in lust that I'm not sure what she's even seeing. He takes her by the knees and spreads her: it's all wet pussy down there. She brings the big head of his dick to her opening, and he pushes on in. They both moan as his massive length disappears into her. Katerina and I are getting close. I hold her hips as she slaps against me. Her face is red, she's biting her lip, and her lovely breasts are bouncing every which way. Milos is practically drooling as he watches us. "Now. Please, now!" she gasps. "Yes," I groan. It's like my whole body's exploding when I begin to spurt: she collapses onto me and feverishly covers my face with kisses as I empty into her. It seems as if it takes forever. We lie there holding each other while our breathing gradually returns to normal. The bed is still rocking, though: the others are going at it hard. Now that Katerina and I have finished, I have to confess I'm feeling kind of strange about witnessing Jen and Viktor doing what they're doing. I mean, you can't imagine how sexy Jen looks with her shapely breasts heaving, her legs waving in the air, her head tossing back and forth on the pillow, as Viktor pumps his big, glistening cock in and out of her. I'm already starting to get wood again just watching her. On the other hand, it's my wife this guy is inside of, and I'm kind of wishing she and I were already back at our hotel, slowly and lovingly reclaiming each other in our own bed. Anyway, they don't last long. Viktor growls and stiffens, and Jen wraps her arms and legs around him. She screams as her orgasm hits, and spasms shake them both as he fills my wife with his seed. Eventually, he withdraws and collapses onto the bed beside her. Instantly, a river of semen begins to dribble out of her pussy and onto the sheet beneath. They lie there panting for awhile, then Jen looks over and gives me a dazed smile. I feel Katerina begin to stir, and what's this?!? Milos is off the bench and back in the game: he's climbed onto the bed and is raising his sister onto her hands and knees. He has a serious boner, and now he positions himself behind her, all the better to plunge it into her dripping vagina, which he proceeds to do. Viktor sees them and grins. He rises up and crawls over Jen and me so that he can kneel in front of Katerina. She takes his dick in her hand and begins to lick him clean. I slide over next to Jen and take her in my arms. I indicate the menage on the other side of the bed. "Well, that's different, isn't it?" She laughs. "Babe, it looks as if we may just be out of our league." Milos has pulled out of Katerina's pussy and is working himself into her ass. Viktor is now fully erect and she's deep-throating him. "Let's go," Jen whispers. They're all so busy they don't even notice as we scoop up our clothes and slip out the door. We get dressed in the hall and head out into the living room. The Asian girl is lying naked on a semi-wet spot on the couch, asleep. Her elaborate make-up job is definitely the worse for wear. She opens her eyes and stretches as we come into the room: she really does have a nice little body. "You like to play?" she asks blearily. "Don't even think about it, amigo," Jen says to me, as she steers us out the front door. "You and I have some catching up to do." Sounds fine to me. We can catch up now and in the morning. We just can't miss our flight to Amsterdam in the afternoon. They say Amsterdam's supposed to be a pretty good party town, too . . . *** [Your votes and comments are welcome!]