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Susie

By: Surine



Prologue:

Hello. My name is Susie and I just recently turned 18 this past summer. I'm currently living at home with my stepfather. My mother passed away four years ago and because I did not have a regular father for the state to send me to, I got to stay with the man that I known all my life as my father. His name is Ken. He is in his late 30's and still very handsome, or so my girlfriends have told me. He must be since he always seems to have all these girlfriends around him. Anyway, a little about me. I have long brown curly hair that is my trademark so to speak. It has not been cut in years except for the occasional trim. I have brown eyes that I sometimes like to change up with different colored lenses. I like to keep the boys on their toes. I'm about 5'5" and I weight about 115 lbs. I like to keep my body in shape, you know, just in case the right guy comes along and I feel this sudden urge to "mate" with him..lol My breasts are a 38B and I'm asked constantly if I have back problems but nope, I'm perfectly proportional. But everyone has a flaw and I suppose my flaw is unlike most of my girlfriends who like to wax or shave their pussy's, I prefer a little bit of hair down there. Doesn't have to be too much but just enough to add a little bit of mystery.

Well I guess you're wondering why I am writing all this down. Well, it's because it's important. This is the story of my life, my diary so to speak. I've never been able to keep one so I thought that I might try since I'm officially an adult now and can call my own shots. So let's see where this wild ride takes us.

Love, Susie

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Today was a very interesting day. It was the day that I realized that I had feelings other than parental for my stepfather and I'm not sure what I should do or how I am to act around him now. Let me start from the beginning. When I woke up this morning I went about my daily routine. I got up, went to brush my teeth, brushed my hair, and put on my workout clothes. As I was on the exercise bike, I had a feeling that someone was watching me. I looked around and then saw that outside the exercise room window my stepfather standing there staring back at me. He had this really odd look on his face, something that I had never seen before, as if he was looking at me for the very first time. I just waved and started biking again, thinking that he was just Dad.

I could hear him a little while later come into the house and walk back to his room. I figured that I would go say hello before I took a shower and made us some breakfast. The timer on the bike ended a few minutes later so I hopped down, grabbed my towel and patted as much of the sweat off as I could and then started for Dad's room. His door was slightly ajar and I could hear him in there but it sounded like he was moaning. Thinking he might be sick, I started to come into his room when I saw him on the bed. He wasn't sick. He was laying down, his pants on the floor, and I could tell he had his cock in his hand and he was rubbing it with such a ferocity that I was afraid he was going to hurt himself.

I stood there stunned, not knowing what to do as I watched him masturbate. But as I continued to watch, I grew fascinated by the scene. His cock was the biggest I have seen but the ones that I have seen have been on the few boys that I have given a blow job to. I'm not ignorant about sex but I am still a virgin. I like to feel a cock in my mouth but I have never had one boy that I wanted to share that last step with. And boys being boys, as long as you suck their cock, they are happy. But as I watched my stepfather, my Dad, the man that I grew up around for the last ten years with cock in hand, I began to imagine what it would be like to feel his cock inside my pussy.

My eyes began to glaze over as I continued to watch him yank and pull and occasionally rub his balls, I wondered what or who he was thinking about. Was he thinking about his current flavor of the month, Rita, or another woman from his past? Suddenly I realized that I didn't want him thinking about anyone but me. I wanted to be the one sucking his cock, feeling it slide inside my pussy. I want my stepfather to be the one to teach me how to fuck. I unknowingly drop the towel I'm holding and one hand goes down to touch my breast. I could feel my nipple harden against the sports bra I am currently wearing and I moan lightly. I don't want him to know that I'm standing here. I can feel the wetness begin to pool in my underwear and I'm tempted to reach down and touch my clit but I refrain. I'm afraid that he will catch me.

Just then as I watched him, he gave a hoarse shout and I watched as he came. It shot up in the air and then landed on his shirt. The only thing I could think of was, the waste of all that precious cum, and how it would have tasted down my throat.

The next thing I knew he said my name. I jerked to attention thinking that he had saw me standing there but he was still laying on the bed, eyes closed, slowly still rubbing his cock. He had been thinking about me? That was the first thing that had come to my mind. I looked at him as he slowly began to relax the hold on his cock and once again, my name escaped his lips.

I stand there in stunned silence for a few seconds before I realize that I have to move from this area before he sees me. I pick up the towel and quietly move away and down towards the bathroom so that I can take a shower and think about what has transpired. What I did not see but would find out later was that stepfather had turned his head, opened his eyes, and smiled as he had watched me walk by.

Once I got in the bathroom, I shut the door and just leaned back up against it and took a deep breath. Surely this could not be happening. Was he really thinking of me or had he met someone else named Susie? Surely it had to be a coincidence. But then why did I continue to watch what was surely a private moment? Because I knew that I wanted to be a part of it. I wish that it had been my hand that had stroked his cock and caused it to cum. I hadn't wanted to see his cum wasted like it had been. I would have gladly licked it up off of him. What would he had done if I had walked in there and just started to clean him up? Would he have been shocked? Would he have backed away? But then if it was me that he was thinking about, wouldn't he have wanted that?

I anguished over this as I began to remove my clothing to take a shower. I took my hair down out of its ponytail and ran my fingers through it a couple of times. While I ran the water to get it hot, I began to think over what had just happened. Should I say something? Make believe that it didn't happen? How am I supposed to act around him now? When I stepped in the shower and closed the door and stepped under the hot water, all at once the image of me and him came into my head and I gave a little start.

Susie



Chapter 1 -- The Peeper

Susie had just turned 18 and was both proud and disappointed that she'd never been with a guy. Susie had always been absorbed in her studies and had little time to date. It wasn't that she wasn't interested in dating. It's just that she couldn't see she had the time to develop a relationship. That could always come later.

Susie knew that she was cute. Everyone always told her that. And she had a good figure, long blond hair, a cute face, nice butt, perky boobs, not real big, but nice. She could see that in her mirror. However, always in the back of her mind was the question...how cute...how sexy...how desirable am I? Until one strange night.

She was in her room getting ready for bed. She had just taken off her blouse when she saw some movement out of the corner of her eye. She right away realized that she hadn't closed her blinds. But the movement came from outside her window. She rushed to her window and quickly closed her blinds. Right next door, not thirty feet away, was their neighbor's house. Her window was right across from one of their windows, but she hardly ever noticed anyone there. 

Her next-door neighbors were Jim and Sandy, a young couple, probably in their early thirties. She wondered who might have been at that window, or if she was imagining movement. Was it Jim or Sandy? And, were they watching her or was it just someone walking past that window?

Then she remembered that Sandy was out of town. She was taking care of her terminally ill mother. So that meant it must have been Jim. Was he watching her? Had he been watching her for a while? No, she always remembered to close her blinds...until tonight.

As she readied for bed she kept dwelling on what Jim might have seen. Well, she had her bra on. He really didn't see anything. She just better be sure that she closed her blinds every night. But there was a thought that went rushing through her mind. Do you think he liked what he saw? Oh, that's crazy. He didn't see much, and he might not have been looking at all.

The next day at school, Susie kept getting distracted as she tried to concentrate on her studies. School was winding down and she really didn't have much to worry about. She was about finished with all of her classes. Except that prom was coming up and she didn't have a date. 

But today...that window kept coming back to her mind. Was he really there? Was he watching her? How much did he see? Well, she was just in her bra. Not much to see. But what if she hadn't noticed her blinds? Well, she didn't sleep nude, and she normally took her bra off just before she put her nightshirt on. He could have seen a little bit, but not much.

But as she dwelled on that thought, instead of getting mad, it excited her. A thirty something year old man looking at her boobs? Her boobs weren't huge. Not by far a big as Sandy's. But they weren't bad. She fanaticized about letting him see her boobs. Would that be weird or what? Could she do that? Let him see her boobs? That thought excited her. And scared her. Could she really do that?

Well, first of all, she wasn't sure he was even watching her last night. He might have just been walking past the window. But what if he was watching? Wow! OK, maybe she couldn't show him her boobs, but walking around in her bra and panties? That wasn't so bad. It was like wearing a bikini. Could she do that? Well, if he wasn't watching it wouldn't matter, would it? But what if he was? She needed to find that out.

That night she went to her bedroom around the same time. She checked her window to be sure the blinds were still open. She snuck a look across the alley to the other window but couldn't see if anyone was there. Susie padded around the room, setting her clothes out for the next day. Brushing out her hair, all the time checking the window. She couldn't tell if anyone was there. 

Finally her hands went to her blouse. She slowly unbuttoned it. Her heart was beating like crazy. This time she was doing it on purpose. She left her blouse open and wandered around the room, listening to her music. Finally she slipped the blouse off. There. That wasn't so bad. She piddled around the room a bit, working up more courage. Was he watching?

Tonight she was wearing a skirt. Her hands went to her zipper. She stopped there. Ready? She took a deep breath and unzipped it. She stood for a moment and then let the skirt slide to the floor. She bent over to pick it up, then looked up and acted like she just noticed the blinds were open. She quickly crossed to the window and closed the blinds. But as she closed them she thought she saw movement in the window. He WAS there! She had just showed him her bra and panties. It was such a rush! She liked it. She wanted to open the blinds again and just strip down naked. No, she couldn't do that. Not yet, anyway. Besides, that would make it look like she knew he was there. It was nice just knowing he was there...seeming innocent. Tomorrow night. What should she do?

Once again her schoolwork suffered. She thought about stripping naked and dancing in front of her window. She knew she couldn't do that but it still excited her. She decided tonight the bra comes off.

When she got home, Jim was at his mailbox, checking his mail. He waved at her. Her heart thumped as she waved back. She wanted to go over there and tell him she knew he was watching. Oh, his embarrassment! The look on his face, she thought. That would be cool, but she couldn't do it. Her embarrassment. She could never be that brazen.

All during supper and through the evening she thought about Jim, watching her. She was bound and determined to take her bra off tonight. Could she really do that? Her heart thumped all evening. Finally her dad said she needed to head to bed. It was a little later than normal. Was she delaying on purpose? Would he be there? Oh, yeah, he'd be there. He was a man after all.

She got to her room and quickly shed her shirt. Today she had a sleeveless pullover. Her bra and panties were black. She purposely picked them out this morning. The panties were low cut. She didn't wear thongs.

She unbuttoned her jeans and sat on the bed to pull them off. She took a deep breath and stood up and crossed to her closet to put up her shirt and jeans. She moved to her mirror to comb her hair. She straightened her panties. She could see the window and thought she saw some movement. Once again her heart was thumping. Was she ready? Not yet. 

She readied her bed for sleep time. She dusted a little. Finally she took a deep breath. She faced the window and reached behind and undid her bra. She quickly let it drop, displaying her boobs to him. Then she rushed to the blinds and closed them. This time she didn't act like she just noticed. Let him wonder.

She quickly laid down on the bed and slipped off her panties and began to rub her pussy. She wasn't much for masturbating but tonight she was so hot, fanaticizing about Jim watching her...watching her masturbate. That she could never do. She quickly had an orgasm and turned out the light and went to sleep. This was the first time she ever slept naked.

When she woke up the next morning she was so excited. He had seen her boobs! She wondered if he liked them. They weren't as big as Sandy's, she was sure, but they stood proud. She had small nipples but hers were very dark. Along with her blond hair and green eyes, she thought she made for an attractive woman.

So, what about tonight? She knew the next step was to take her panties off. While in the shower she trimmed her pussy. Yes, if she didn't chicken out he would see her pussy tonight. He would see her naked. Wow! Naked in front of a man. Well, not in front of a man. There would be two windows between them. But naked nonetheless. Could she do it? She was bound and determined.

If she had many more days like this at school, she would be in danger of flunking out! She would look around the room and all she could think how it would feel to be naked in front of any of these guys. But she had to admit she felt much safer with two window frames between them.

When she got home she quickly took a shower, something she rarely did in the afternoon. But she wanted to be perfect for Jim tonight. She put on her sexiest underwear, not that she had much sexy underwear but she had a low-cut panty and bra set, white and, she thought, pretty.

She chose a nice button-down shirt with a short tail and her shortest skirt her dad would let her have. No socks. They would be hard to gracefully take off.

All evening she wanted to rush to her room and get naked for Jim. But she didn't want to change her routine in case he wasn't ready. It would be dumb to get naked for Jim and he wasn't even there!

Just before 10:00 she said good night to her mom and dad. Her mom asked if she was OK? "You look a little flushed tonight, dear."

"Oh, I don't know, maybe I'm coming down with something," she replied back. Or maybe I'm gonna get naked for a man tonight, she thought as she rushed to her room. She giggled to herself. She was ready. She was gonna let a man see her naked tonight. On purpose! Her heart was thumping out of her chest.

When she got to her room she made sure the blinds were still open. She quickly took off her shirt and jeans. She folded down her bed and tidied up a bit. It felt good walking around her room in just her bra and panties, knowing a man was watching her. Then she reached behind her and undid her bra and slipped it off. She looked toward the window. Was her there? She couldn't tell. But she was sure that he was there.

Topless she readied her clothes for the next day. It felt so freeing to walk around her room like that. She rubbed her boobs, not in a sexual way, but like someone who had been wearing a bra all day. She went to the head of her bed, directly in front of the window. Let him look, she thought. She turned sideways and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She lifted her boobs, admired herself. Was he admiring her?

Finally she turned back toward the window. She tried to look distracted, that she didn't realize the blinds were open. She took a deep breath and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. Ready? Can I do this? Yes! Jim? Are you ready? Ready to see me naked?

She slowly lowered her panties. Down, down, past her pussy, down her legs past her knees and off. She picked them up and then slowly went to the window and closed her blinds. Show's over Jim. Wow! That was a rush. She really felt naked! Different than stepping out of the shower. Naked! Letting a man see her. 

She couldn't sleep for the longest time. She could only imagine Jim looking at her naked body. What was Jim doing now? His wife hadn't been home for more than a month. I wonder if he is masturbating thinking of me. Her hand went to her pussy and she started to rub herself. She pinched her nipples. She started to get really excited. She imagined Jim watching her. Then she imagined Jim naked in front of her, masturbating. Thinking of her. Her orgasm hit her quickly and hard. Susie didn't masturbate much and she'd never cum that hard. All out of breath she rolled over and fell asleep. Sleeping naked was nice.

The first thing she thought about when she woke up was what she did last night. That was SO cool, SO exciting. So now what should she do? She thought about it all day. Should she masturbate for him? No. She could never do that. How about instead of quickly closing her blinds, staying naked for a while, doing the things she usually did at night, but being naked the whole time? She could do that!

At 8:30 that night she was so excited she told her mom and dad good night a rushed to her room. They were surprised because it was Friday night. They didn't ask, but you could see on their faces that they were surprised she wasn't staying up as long as she could. But Susie had something else in mind.

She switched on the light, checked her blinds; they were open; and tried to see if he was there. She couldn't see anything. She laid down on her bed and read for a bit, always checking the window. After a few minutes she thought she saw some movement in his window. He knows I'm here. He's waiting for tonight's show. OK, show time!

Susie put down her book, slipped off the bed and began to undress. It seemed much easier tonight. In no time she was naked. She stretched and did some basic exercises. She put her clothes out for the next day. What was she thinking, she laughed at herself? Tomorrow was Saturday! She combed her hair. She inspected her body. I wonder if he'd like to inspect my body, she giggled to herself. She was excited to be naked in front of a man. It wasn't embarrassing. It was exciting know a man was watching her and she was naked. She made sure that he had good views of her body. She stood with her back to the window. Let him check out my butt. She turned sideways. Let him see how perky my boobs are. She tried not to be blatant about it. She tried to look like this was natural. A young girl in her own bedroom. 

Finally Susie heard her mom say "Susie, you need to turn in." OK, show's over, Jim. She hadn't really planned this but tonight she went to her window and stood there for a moment, smiled and closed her blinds. Let him wonder, she thought. Then she turned out her lights and imagined being in the same room as Jim, watching him masturbate. Letting him watch her masturbate. She came hard again and fell asleep.



Susie and Her Brothers Ch. 01



This story is quite unlike my others, and I am unsure how it will be received. Please let me know by your votes and/or feedback what you think. Part 2 is "under construction" as I submit this.

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Sometimes events happen out of the blue that can change your life, events totally unexpected and unforeseen. Such happened to me one recent weekend, and I am still pondering how it came about and what will continue in the future. The "I" in this story, is myself, Susanna, though everyone calls me Susie. I had graduated from university a month earlier and had started my first real job, which entailed a lot of stress for me. Upon graduation, my then boyfriend and I parted company, and with the demands of the new position I'd had no social life to speak of, except an occasional lunch with my best friend Becky. While I intended to get my own place eventually, I was living at home for the summer. My two brothers and I were house-sitting for our parents, who were on a month-long trip to Europe. 

My brothers, Brent and Bart, are identical twins, a year younger than I. Almost everyone has trouble telling them apart, but for some reason, perhaps 20 years of living together, I can distinguish them automatically. They attend the same university that I did, and have scholarships for the swim team. They are over six feet tall, with the overdeveloped shoulders and thighs and slim waists of competitive swimmers. By comparison the top of my head barely reaches their chins. While I've been hard at work, the boys spend their days working out, swimming in our pool, and otherwise enjoying themselves, as far as I can tell.

When Becky and I were in high school, we were lovers. In fact we took each other's virginity with a dildo Becky swiped from her mother's nightstand. We carried on for some months, but after we'd started fucking guys we seem to have decided in some unspoken pact that we weren't as gay as we'd believed. She'd been seeing Brent since summer started, and although she hadn't confessed anything to me I was sure they were screwing like rabbits. 

Things were not as nice for Bart and me. Bart had been dumped by his girlfriend for reasons I'd never discovered, although it was apparently a pretty bitter affair. In my case, I'd had nothing harder than my fingers in my pussy for a month, and that Friday I'd planned more of the same and an evening of television. 

While I was eating a microwave dinner, Brent and Bart came into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Brent announced that he and Becky were going to dinner and a movie, and he would probably be back pretty late. 

Bart stayed with me after Brent had left. "Whatcha doin' tonight?" he asked after a bit.

"Nothing. I'm gonna curl up with a magazine and the TV. You?"

"I was thinking."

"How can you tell?"

"Very funny Sis. But I was thinking we could go to the club tonight."

"We?"

"I need a date to get in. They're not letting in single guys on weekends, apparently."

"So you want a date with your big sister," I snickered.

"Not really a date. Once we're inside we can look around separately."

"According to you all the guys will have dates, so that leaves only the single women. That's nice for you."

"You liked girls once upon a time."

I'd never admitted my dalliance with Becky. "Who told you that?" I said, blushing.

"A little bird. Don't get uptight, I know you're not gay."

"If I were, according to you I should go to the club without you."

"Come on, be a sport and do me a favor. If you're not having fun I'll bring you home."

"No you won't. We're taking my car. I'm not getting stranded if you get lucky."

"That means you'll go? Thanks, I owe you one."

It seems I'd agreed, and in fact it sounded better than lounging around the house. "OK, I'll get showered and dressed, and we can leave around 9."

When I was ready, only 20 minutes later than agreed, Bart was waiting in the living room. I have to admit he looked good, wearing tight jeans and a silk shirt. He and Brent had shaved their heads and all other hair for the swim season, and his hair had only grown back an inch or so, bleached by the sun and chlorine. 

"Looking good, Susie," Bart said with a little whistle. I wore a black leather skirt and a white linen shirt that had been lying fallow since starting work. I'd decided against going braless, as the semi-transparency of the linen would make me look too sluttish, so I had a lacy white bra supporting my small breasts.

The club we drove to had opened a short time ago, and had gained a level of popularity quickly. The music is a mix of techno, grunge, and the occasional classic rock cut. On our arrival, the place was only half full. I danced with Bart a few times, and then chatted and danced a few numbers with a couple of friends I happened to meet. Bart was circulating and seemed to be having some success with various girls, so I bought a margarita at the bar and found a seat at one of the many small tables that lined the walls. At a break in the music, Bart and one of the girls with whom he had been dancing walked to the bar, where they bought drinks and stood talking with a tall, flamboyantly dressed man. Bart gestured in my direction several times, and after some minutes he and the girl came towards me, while the man disappeared into the crowd. 

Bart introduced his companion as Tara and gathered chairs, so that in a few minutes she was seated between us, pressed tightly together around the tiny table. Tara seemed to be about my age, and wore obviously expensive clothes. Her shiny black hair set off the pale skin of her pretty face. We chatted aimlessly for a few minutes, sipping our drinks and watching the crowd. "Tara has invited us over to her place," Bart stated eventually.

Us? I figured that Bart had staked his territory for the night, but the implicit inclusion of myself was confusing. "Go ahead," I said. "I can drive myself home."

"Oh, but you ought to come over too," Tara replied in a silvery voice. All the while we had been seated, our legs had been pressed together, and now I felt had hand stroking my thigh. In another situation I might have recoiled, but with the warmth of the space and the effects of alcohol I felt rather relaxed and placed my hand on hers under the table. If Tara were gay, then I might do worse than spend the night with her. Still, Bart's role was confusing. Did he want to see his sister get it on with another woman? I noticed that he had never mentioned being my brother.

"What about the guy I saw you with earlier?"

"Oh, that's just Tony. Bart is more his type. He was devastated to find no interest there." Tara laughed. "Don't worry about him; we often go to places like this together. I guess I must be one of those 'fag hags'."

Soon the three of us were in my car. Tara's residence proved to be a large apartment located in one of the most exclusive buildings in the city. The steel and leather furnishings and the modern art on the walls proclaimed the owner's wealth and taste. Tara fixed us drinks, and then left us so that "she could get more comfortable."

"You OK with this?" Bart asked.

"Not sure. She's hot. What do you think she has in mind?"

"Pretty obvious I'd say."

"Threesome?"

"Yeah! Ever had one?"

"No! You?"

"Brent and I have. Never with two girls though. If you're game, I am. Don't worry, I won't touch you."

Although I had some reservations my lack of sex for the past month overrode them, and I decided to enjoy myself and see how things played out. After all, I thought I could back out if things got uncomfortable. Tara returned to the living room wearing an embroidered kimono robe, with obviously nothing underneath. She had let her hair down, so that it cascaded over her shoulders and halfway down her back in silky black waves. She went to the stereo and started playing some soft orchestral music, then sat down on the low leather sofa.

"You guys OK? How are the drinks?" she asked.

"Fine," both of us replied in unison.

"Who wants to come sit by me? Susie?"

"Sure." I sat down beside her, and she scooted over so that our legs were touching, and she put her arm around my back.

"Bart told me you wouldn't be averse to female contact. Is that true?"

"Bart has a big mouth. But I've been with another girl before."

"I hoped it was true. I think you're very beautiful, Susie. Kiss me!"

Her mouth was hot and as our tongues played her had cupped my breast through my blouse. In turn, I slipped my hand into her robe, finding a full breast with the nipple already hard against my palm. Our embrace seemed to last a long time, and when it ended Tara began to undress me. When she unhooked my bra, exposing my breasts to the chill of the air-conditioning, I felt my nipples harden even more. The fastening of Tara's robe had come undone, exposing her full breasts, tight stomach, and lower belly. She stood pulling me upright and kissed me hard, while her hands roamed over my ass. Then she undid the fastening of my skirt, and let it fall to the floor.

All the while I had been oblivious to Bart's presence, completely enthralled by Tara and her seeming control of all my actions. Now, as Tara knelt before me and began to pull down my panties, I became aware that Bart had undressed himself and was sitting in the leather recliner across from us, stroking his cock lightly and watching me with an ironic smile. This was the first time we had seen each other completely nude since we were children. I could only smile vaguely back at him, and rather than being embarrassed, I felt surprisingly proud to display my body before him.

Tara shed her robe, so that the three of us were completely nude. While I stood with my legs spread apart slightly, Tara explored my opening with her fingers, then kissing my belly before descending her mouth to my now moist pussy lips. I knew it would not be long before she brought me over the top. As she worked on my sex, I squeezed my breasts and pinched their hard nipples, looking Bart in the face and smiling. As my orgasm approached my knees weakened, and my legs began to tremble. Tara pushed me back gently onto the sofa, then placed my legs over her shoulders so that her head was wedged between my thighs. Her busy tongue probed deep into my cunt before circling my clit. This she repeated over and over, until I screamed in ecstasy, a strong orgasm sweeping up from inside me.

Tara crawled up on the couch beside me. "You are delicious," she said. Before I could draw breath to reply she pressed her mouth to mine. The taste of my own juices on her lips recalled the long ago time when I had tasted them with Becky.

"Ahh, so good," I managed to say when she broke our kiss.

"And for me. You came so hard I thought you would crush my head. I love it when I make someone come like that. Would you like to do the same for me?"

"Sure. What about Bart?"

"Bart will have his fun too, don't worry. Right Bart?'

"You're the boss, Tara," he said. "I'm enjoying the show." His cock was now hard and long, and seemed very thick as he held it in his fist.

"Don't you dare come before we're ready," Tara admonished. She lay back on the sofa, hooking one leg over its low back and placing the other on the floor. In this manner her entire sex was exposed to my view. Her pussy was clean-shaven, in contrast to my own unkempt bush. The inner lips were already slightly open and glistening with moisture. I had only to lean down to bring my mouth to her pussy and explore her gently with my tongue. She was very wet, and as I lapped up the length of her slit to her prominent clit, her cunt literally gushed more of her juices onto my face and into my mouth. I thought she was on the verge of coming when she suddenly pushed me away. "Let Bart finish," she commanded.

I thought this idea was strange, but I obeyed. I moved over so that her head lay in my lap. She held onto my arm with one hand while the other spread her pussy open. Bart took my place, kneeling between her spread legs. He guided his cock into the mouth of her cunt and began fuck her with a steady rhythm. As he thrust, he supported himself on the back of the sofa, so that his head was close to mine. He seemed to be looking into my eyes as he fucked Tara, almost as if he were making love to me. I felt myself blush for the first time that evening, a strange feeling given what we had already done together. Tara was obviously close to orgasm, gasping at every stroke of Bart's cock into her cunt. His shaft was shiny with her fluids on each outward movement, while her inner lips seemed to grasp him like a little mouth, always wanting to draw the thick morsel once more into the moist depths.

Sensing her impending crisis, Bart quickened his pace, until he seemed to be hammering into her. When the orgasm finally swept through her she clenched my arm so tightly that I felt her nails bite into my flesh. A long, low moan of pleasure came from deep within her body. Bart continued his hammering for some long moments until he made a final thrust, grunting as his cock completely disappeared into her; he stayed in that position, panting as he shot his semen deep inside her belly. As his tension dissipated, all three of us seemed in suspended animation. At length she loosened her grip on my arm, and Bart withdrew his softening cock from between her legs, its length now covered with the lovely mixture of pussy fluid and sperm.

Tara turned to place her feet on the floor, reclining between Bart and me. Dark red blotches covered her sweaty chest and breasts like stains on marble, while the remnants of Bart's deposits trickled down the inside of her thighs in a thick, pearly stream. I have always thought a woman in post-coital relaxation to be at her most beautiful and natural. I leaned over to kiss her mouth tenderly, still tasting my own musk on her breath. At the same time I touched her gaping pussy with an index finger, coating it in the delicious mixture pooling there. As I tasted it, I reflected how it was both supremely sensual and degradingly nasty to have a stranger's cunt juice and my brother's cum mixed together in my mouth. I felt my own pussy moisten again at this thought.

While I was engaged in this reverie, Tara had taken Bart's limp cock in one hand and was stroking it slowly, cleaning it of the same fluid I was enjoying. She then licked her palm and smiled. "That was intense!"

Bart and I both expressed similar sentiments with the appropriate sighs and caresses, while we cuddled together on the sofa for a quarter of an hour. When the lassitude of orgasm subsided, Tara arose and walked to the small bar on the other side of the room. She mixed three screwdrivers and brought them over to us. I had the incongruous thought of being served by a tall, beautiful, naked bartender with streaks of semen on her inner thighs. Tara is apparently completely free of any modesty or inhibitions, and I noticed that her appearance had caused Bart's cock to begin to stiffen.

Tara noticed as well. "Bart, I see you are almost ready for another turn. Do you want to fuck Susie this time?"

Before I could stammer out any denials Bart came to the rescue. "I'd enjoy fucking Susie very much, but since we're your guests I think I should devote myself to you."

"What a gallant dude you are," Tara laughed. "Susie, I hope you won't be disappointed if I hog him for myself."

"No, no, not at all. My pleasure," I said with some relief. I wasn't sure if I would have had the strength to resist had it turned the other way. The sight of Bart plunging into Tara had reawakened in me the realization that my own cunt was made for a man's hard cock rather than a woman's tongue.

"Here's an idea," said Tara. "Let's go into my bedroom. Susie and I can have a little 69 session, and after a while Bart can fuck me again. Maybe we can all come at the same time; that would be something."

Neither Bart nor I found any objections to that plan, so we soon found ourselves together in the middle of Tara's huge bed, with the covers stripped and lying on some elegant and supremely smooth sheets. I lay on top of Tara, and we started the slow re-exploration of each other's parts with fingers and mouths. My own pussy quickly moistened to her sensitive touch. Tara's was still red and gaping from Bart's earlier pounding, and I imagined that the taste of her fresh fluid emissions was modified by the remnants of his semen. I held her protruding clit between my lips while brushing my tongue lightly across its tip, then sucked it gently inside. Tara obviously enjoyed to this treatment as she emitted gush after gush of fresh fluids that flowed into my mouth and smeared my chin and lips.

All this time Bart was sitting between her legs, stroking his now fully erect cock so that it was only inches from my face. Each time I raised my eyes, they met the single seeping eye in the swollen purple head. I resisted the strong impulse to take it into my mouth, and lowered my gaze to the work beneath me. In a short time Tara started to thrust hips upward, so that I was able to meet her movements with my own, fucking her opening with my tongue. I reached around her thighs and grasped her buttocks, pulling them apart so that she was completely exposed to Bart's view. I slipped one finger into her tight puckered ass, drawing a gasp from Tara and an exploratory finger into my own behind. I knew that she was ready for Bart's penetration, so I rose up and indicated that he should take my place between her spread thighs.

I watched carefully while he placed the head carefully between her open lips, then leaned forward so that the full length of his shaft disappeared within her, his belly touching hers. He exhaled with pleasure, staying still for a long moment as he soaked within her. Then he took her right thigh and propped it over his shoulder. When one hand on this knee for support, he began to thrust into her, slowly at first, then regularly. As he fucked, we leaned towards each other, our faces only inches apart, both of us seemingly dazed in a cloud of sexual ardor. Suddenly I had the unbearable need for him to kiss me, to validate that our mutual actions were more than a primitive reaction to hormones, that the pleasures we were giving and receiving were propagated by our hearts and minds in addition to pleasure receptors in the brain.

Bart must have read my mind, or seen my open mouth striving for his, for his mouth was soon molded to mine, our tongues touching each other in a slow dance. My heart was beating so hard I thought I might faint. Tara's tongue in my vagina and her finger in my ass were so stimulating that each touch send a wave of pleasure through me, and I knew I would orgasm if ever she would touch my clit. I grasped Bart's free hand and brought it to my breast. He pulled back to smile at me as if we shared a new secret, then resumed our kiss while he squeezed and twisted the hard nipple with his fingertips and massaged the soft globe. It was in this position that my orgasm took me, Bart's tongue in my mouth, his hand on my chest, and Tara's skillful tongue deep within me, drinking the fluids that I felt leaking down from deep within.

Tara's prediction of a three-way mutual orgasm was not to be, for Bart almost immediately shot his load into her. Seeing that she had not come, I pushed Bart away and knelt down to resume my earlier ministrations, probing her ass strongly with one finger and licking her slit and clitoris avidly, tasting her now familiar musk and the saltiness of Bart's semen. After a minute of this treatment, she came strongly, clamping my head tightly and screaming, "Yes, yes, yessss!"

It seems that both Tara and I must have fallen asleep shortly thereafter; when I awoke suddenly I saw that the clock by the bedside read 3:00am, and I heard the shower running. Tara lay smiling beside me, eyes open. "That was the most fantastic evening sweetie. How can I ever thank you? Except by doing it again very soon."




Susie and Her Brothers Ch. 01



"Quite an experience for me. A first," I replied.

"You seemed very expert to me." Laughter.

"Beginner's luck?"

"How many girls have you been with?"

"Counting you, two. My best friend in school. Not for a long time now."

"She still around?"

"Yes, and still my best friend."

"Bart's your boyfriend?"

"No."

"Fuck buddy?"

"No, we don't fuck."

"God, why not? He's sensational."

"He's my brother."

"No! Wow! That's a first for me, a threesome with a brother and sister. Too bad you didn't fuck him. Seeing a brother and sister fuck would be awesome. Too fucking hot! At least I didn't have to share tonight, so that's something. You don't have a boyfriend to keep you satisfied?"

"I did have until a month ago. No sex since then until tonight. Except by myself of course."

"If you ever have a need, call me. Will you leave me your number?" She found a pen and scraps of paper by the nightstand telephone, and we hurriedly wrote each other's numbers. "By the way," she asked, "Are Susie and Bart your real names?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to stay the night?"

"Yes, but some people at home would be worried if we did." I got up and went into the living room to find my clothes. I put on the skirt and blouse, but wadded up the bra and panties into a ball. Bart came out toweling himself off, totally unconscious of his nudity. "Can you drive home?" I asked. "I don't feel up to it."

"Sure." 

He caught the keys I tossed to him, then pulled on his jeans and shirt. We went into the bedroom to tell Tara goodbye, but she was already fast asleep. We let ourselves out of the house, and were soon in the car. I leaned into Bart's shoulder, feeling both sleepy and excited at the same time. "That was something else," I said at last.

"Yeah. That Tara is really something else for sure."

"Us as well. You said you weren't going to touch me."

"I know. But it was you who started. Afterwards I couldn't help myself."

"I wanted you to." A long pause ensued as I gathered the courage to speak my inner thoughts. "Did you mean it when you said you'd like to fuck me?"

Bart thought briefly before replying. "I believe I said that I'd enjoy it. But yes, I want to. For quite some time."

"Really?"

"Yeah, since Brent and I were 15 or so. We always thought you the prettiest girl we knew."

"I want you to. To fuck me. When we get home."

"You sure? And most girls want to be made love to." 

"I'm sure you love me, like I love you and Brent. Tonight I need to be fucked." I couldn't see Bart's face, but when I took his right hand in mine he squeezed it and turned briefly to kiss the top of my head. I guided his hand to my breast, feeling its warmth through the thin material of my shirt.

"I do love you. You'll always be our princess." We stayed like this for the remaining ten minutes of the drive. In the driveway we saw Brent's car, but the house was dark. We entered the front door as silently as possible.

In the living room I pulled Bart's head down to kiss his lips, then whispered, "Come to my room in two minutes." Upstairs, there are three bedrooms. Mine is the smallest, and I've had the same double bed since elementary school. Next to mine is the parents' room, and then further down the hall is the room the twins have always shared. I lit my nightlight and quickly cleared the bed of some stuffed animals, then went into my bathroom where I stripped, brushed my teeth, and dabbed a drop of my favorite scent behind my ear. This must have taken more than two minutes, for when I returned to the bedroom Bart was already in my bed, his head propped on one hand. "I love a man that's prompt," I said sliding under the covers. Pushing him onto his back, I kissed him hard, pressing my breasts against his chest, and received his kiss in turn. I knew I was in no mood for foreplay, and reached down his belly to discover his already hard cock. Its diameter was more than I could span with my palm. I stroked it gently several times, making Bart groan with pleasure.

"I can't wait," I whispered as I straddled his hips. With his cock in hand I guided the head to my opening and sank onto him until our bellies were touching. His was larger than any I'd ever had inside me, but after Tara's earlier ministrations my cunt could accommodate him easily. Bart massaged both of my breasts with his hands, waiting for me to start. I reveled for a few minutes more in the sensation of his hard length inside me before beginning to slide my hips up and down. By tilting my pelvis forward I found I could touch the shaft to my clit on the down stroke. We were both attempting to be quiet to avoid waking Brent, but despite this caution I could not help giving little groans of pleasure. Reaching behind me I felt Bart's tight, furrowed scrotum, and when I stroked it with my finger he too grunted with seeming delight.

I felt my orgasm building within my stomach, and when it seemed near I leaned forward to kiss Bart, whispering "I'm going to come, fuck me hard!" With my weight off of his hips he could thrust up into me, and within a minute my cunt spasmed around his cock, deluging it with my fluids. I pressed my mouth hard to his, preventing the scream of pleasure that I would otherwise have made. As the sensations inside me abated, I felt my arms and legs grow weak, and a warm surge of post-coital wellbeing flowed over my body. I collapsed onto Bart sighing contentedly. After some time in this warm daze, I realized that his cock was still buried inside me. 'You didn't come," I murmured.

"Not yet. Let's roll over." So saying he accomplished the maneuver with little help from my lax limbs, so that in a few seconds he was poised between my legs, his cock still fully embedded in my cunt. I spread my knees wide apart, and he began to hammer into me. His breathing came hard and fast, and in the dim lamplight his brow was creased with concentration. I reached around to squeeze the tight sac, and this set him off. I imagined I could feel the jets of semen being shot into my depths, a thought that pleased me immensely. When he had finished coming, he held himself above me, kissing my brow and lips until he softened and rolled away. He kissed me once again, pulled the coverlet over me, and silently left the room. As I drifted off to sleep, I had the incongruous thought that next time I'd put a towel under us.

I don't know how long I slept, but my bedroom window showed it was still dark outside when I felt him slide into bed again, spooning me, nuzzling my neck, and cupping one breast with his palm. Despite my fatigue, the nipple hardened at once under this touch. "Again so soon? Go away! We'll do it tomorrow." He said nothing, but his touch was insistent. His hand felt between my thighs, stroking them gently before sliding a finger between my inner lips. Despite myself I moistened at his touch and spread my thighs to ease his access. When I attempted to roll onto my back, he caught me with his strong arms and urged me onto my stomach, then lifted my buttocks so that I was supported my by knees. He took a pillow and placed it under my stomach, then moved behind me. I expected that he would fuck me from behind immediately, but to my surprise and pleasure I felt his tongue licking the length of my slit. As he did so, a finger entered into me, then another. Finally I felt his tongue circle the rim of my asshole as a finger gently circled my engorged clit. I began to buck against his hand. Finally I could stand no more. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please," I whispered, longing to feel his cock inside me once more.

He had not said a word all this time, but he obeyed my plea. Grasping my hips with both hands, he guided the head of his cock to my opening and pushed fully in. This time we were both anxious to finish. He stroked into me hard and fast, and I pushed back on each stroke to meet him. When his pace increased, he leaned over my back and tried to reach around to caress my clit, but found my own hand already there. When I felt my orgasm arrive, I reached back to squeeze his scrotum, bringing us to the end almost simultaneously.

When he had spent fully in me, he withdrew and lay down beside me, while I collapsed and rolled onto my side, my back towards him. Then I turned to face him, intending a lover's kiss. With a gasp of surprise, and perhaps horror, I recognized in the dim glow of the nightlight the smiling face of Brent. It was he who kissed me gently saying "I love you too, you know." Then he left my bed and the room.

I cried myself to sleep. 



Susie & Linda Experiment



Susie enjoyed the congratulations of her teammates. She loved being a part of this soccer team. They accepted her for who she was, no questions asked. It was of course, her talent that had led them to accept her at first. But at least they hadn’t judged her because of her looks. Not that that would get her to shower with them. She really disliked the way she looked and desperately wanted it to change. 

Susie looked young for her age. Her breasts were small. Her figure was slim, boyish even and when she had first started to get pubic hair, it had revolted her and she'd shaved it. It was a habit she'd never broken.

Talent had got her into the team and her performance on the field had one her trusted friends. But none of that had changed her opinion of her body (that it wasn't feminine enough) and she always waited until last before getting into the showers. She hated the fact that they were open, but that was the way they were and everyone else in the club seemed to deal with it just fine. 

Today she had played really well, scoring her first ever hat trick for the club and thus helping to set the team up for a run into the finals. Her team mates were congratulating her and she was about as happy as she could be. But she was still dawdling about, taking ages to pull of her boots and kit before heading for the showers. 

Linda, the team captain always made jokes about how she was so quick on the field but interminably slow when it came to getting wet after the game. “If I hadn’t seen you slide tackle through the mud and water, I would have said you were hydrophobic” she laughed today as she walked past, her naked breasts sitting pertly on her chest, towel clutched in one hand. 

Susie eyed Linda’s breasts as she walked past. She wondered what size cup they would be. At least a B. Maybe even a C she thought, wishing that she even had a real need for a bra. She also peeked at Linda’s pussy. It looked so right, she thought, a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair that narrowed towards her lips which were also covered with a closely cropped covering of hair. She looked away quickly though. Even though there was a couple of lesbians and bisexuals on the team, Susie certainly didn’t consider herself one of them and didn’t want to get labelled out of turn either. 

Figuring that everyone was out of the showers now, she peeled off her shorts, pants, top and sports bra, wrapping her towel around her as she entered the alcove. There were six shower heads in the space, all pointing into the middle and suzie took up the one that afforded her the most cover from the rest of the girls in the change-room. They were slowly leaving anyway, heading upstairs to the bar for after-game drinks. 

Susie relaxed under the warm stream of the water, letting it rinse the tension from her body along with the mud from the soccer pitch. As she stood there under the water, hands supporting her weight against the wall, she thought back to just how good Linda had looked as she had walked past her, naked, confident and beautiful. 

As she let her mind wander down this path yet again, the depression settled over her. She was no goddess. As her thoughts spiralled downwards around her self image, she found herself sliding down the wall to sit in the water pooling at the bottom of the shower where it drained away. Tears broke through her usual cheerful façade. She sobbed in the falling water, hating herself for crying, but unable to draw herself out of the mindset that had brought her there. 

“Susie?” called Linda, coming back into the change rooms. 

“Oh crap,” thought Susie, snapping back from her reverie as the call broke the sound of the cascading water. She started to pick herself up and attempt to compose herself but was only half way up when she saw Linda peer around the corner. 

“What’s the matter, did you fall?” asked Linda, concern written across her features. 

“No, its nothing, don’t worry,” said Susie, noting how glam Linda now looked, her long brown hair released to fall about her features, her body hugged by a nice little black party dress. She fought back a sob and the ever-waiting spiral of despair when her mind threatened her with more thoughts of just how much like that she would never look. She used her hands to cover herself up, knowing that it didn’t really matter … there wasn’t anything to see anyway. 

“It can’t be nothing, you don’t just cry over nothing,” prompted Linda. Here, let me get you a towel. Linda disappeared and returned with Susie’s towel, holding it out for her to step into. Susie stepped forwards to have Linda enclose her in the towel. She was briefly thrilled by the smell of Linda’s hair and her proximity … a sheltering hug. She was surprised at the thought, but Linda stepped back to allow her to dry herself. 

“I came down because they’re going to be starting the presentations soon and we all know you’re going to be best on ground and we started looking for you and you weren’t there.” 

“Thanks Linda, it means a lot to me that you came down to look for me,” 

“Hey you’re our star forward and all round party girl, we can’t kick on tonight without you!” 

Saying so, she pulled the towel away, adding “And so you’d better get dressed and get up there, because I don’t want to miss too much fun and I sure as hell am going to buy you a drink for that hat trick today! 

“Oh sure, now that’s taking it a bit far,” laughed Susie, reaching for her underwear. She was usually one of the quiet girls more towards the fringes at the after-game festivities, mainly because the boys didn’t seem to take a lot of notice of her and the other girls, well, they didn’t seem that keen on her either. Funny how she didn’t really want them to, but would at least have been flattered if one of them had wanted her. 

“Yes, perhaps it is, but at least it brought out that gorgeous smile of yours again,” replied Linda. 

Susie blushed at the compliment, pulling her jeans on before grabbing her top and slipping into that as well. She put on her high-heeled boots and grabbed her kit bag. 

“I just might have to set you up and get you laid tonight,” joked Linda as they left the change rooms. “Dump your kit in my car, I’ll look after you tonight.” 

“Um, no thanks and thanks?” laughed Susie. “I think I can wait on the whole getting laid thing. Anyway, you’d probably just depress yourself trying to get someone to do it to me. 

“Oh, you’d be surprised,” Linda said slyly, but with a hint of an understanding of why she might have found Susie crying in the shower. She watched as Susie climbed the stairs ahead of her, taking more careful note of the younger girls appearance than normal. She was very slim, attractive but with a very young boyish figure. When it came down to it, she just looked young for her age. That was sure to be of benefit when she was hitting 30, but at 18 it made Id checks a certainty. The two girls were greeted by a round of cheers as they appeared, drinks being thrust into their hands. Susie happily accepted the drink she was offered, havng just been announced player of the day! 

Susie and Linda partied hard that night and Susie opened up more than she had for some time. She really got along with Linda, who seemed to be making an effort to see that Susie had fun which was nice of her. Despite her promise to try and get her laid, Linda didn’t seem to make any effort to actually go through with it, which relieved Susie more than anything else. 

At the end of the night, they went back to Linda’s car ready to go, but Linda was too drunk to drive so suggested that they both catch a cab to her house and stay the night. They could come and pick up her car later. 

Susie made a call home to make sure that her parents knew where she’d be and then the girls jumped in cab. They giggled and joked their way back to Linda’s house where they switched on the telly to watch some music videos and Linda fetched them a couple of drinks to finish the night off. 

They were bopping away in the living room with the music going, half paying attention when a video clip came on with two skanky girls dancing with each other as if they wanted to be doing a hell of a lot more than that. Susie found herself watching it closely and Linda too was watching what was going on with more than just a little interest. 

“Man, that’s just what Jenn and Sarah get like when they’ve had too many drinks or thing no one is watching,” Linda said. 

“Really? I knew they were both into chicks, but I can’t say that I’ve ever seen them doing anything obvious other than the occasional quick kiss hello and goodbye,” replied Susie. 

“Oh they don’t do it that often, but I went out with them one night and we went to a club where there were more than your usual number of chicks looking for chicks if you know what I mean. They got right into each other … it was like they were practically fucking on the dance floor. It was quite a turn on really.” 

“Wow, I don’t know what I’d do if I went into a gay bar,” said Susie. 

“Well, I kept to myself a lot and didn’t really give anyone a chance to hit on me either,” laughed Linda. 

“Yeah, well I think I’d be just like that. Then again, maybe I’d be flattered enough that anyone was interested and give it a go,” laughed Susie. 

“Don’t sell yourself short there young lady!” Linda jokingly admonished her. As she said that, she finished off her drink and let Susie know that she thought it was time that they grabbed some sleep. Susie finished her drink quickly and followed Linda to her room. Once their, they pulled out an extra mattress and threw some linen on it for Susie to sleep on. Linda started stripping off her dress to reveal a black satin bra and matching thong. 

Susie found herself again staring at her friend’s gorgeous body, wishing that things were otherwise for her. As she watched, Linda released her bra before pulling a t-shirt over her head. She slipped off her thong and threw it in the corner. Susie got just a peek of her pussy before she decided that if she stared any long she’d be caught big time and so looked away. 

“Hey, do you want to borrow something to sleep in?” asked Linda, noting that Susie only had her jeans and top that she’d been partying in all night. 

“Sure, that’d be great,” replied Susie, taking the t-shirt that was offered to her. She peeled off her jeans and top, removed her padded bra and pulled on the t-shirt, leaving her panties on. She was acutely aware of just how much her nipples were sticking out, and as she laid down, noticed that Linda had been watching her change. She knew she shouldn’t think anything of it (there was nothing else in the room to look at) but couldn’t help think that perhaps it would be nice if Linda were looking … and interested. It went back a little to her earlier thought … that if the boys weren’t interested and a girl was … maybe it would be worth a try. 

The two girls chatted for awhile before sleep overcame them and Susie found herself becoming more and more curious about loving a woman as her mind faded out towards sleep. 

“have you ever kissed a girl?” she asked Linda, emboldened by the darkness and the fact that no one could see her blush at being so outrageously forward! 

“No, but I’ve thought about it,” replied Linda. “It doesn’t turn me off, I just haven’t come across the right person at the right time to try it with I guess. One day I will, I’m sure. Why do you ask? Have you?” 

“Hell no!” laughed Susie, “I don’t think I can say that I’ve really even kissed a boy! I was just curious though. Since you’ve been around the club longer than me I didn’t know if you’d experimented or not. I was just going to ask what it was like if you had.” 

“Ahh well then, in that case, sorry, I can’t help you,” giggled Linda. 

With that, the two girls drifted off to sleep. Susie found herself dreaming about breasts. She was in a lingerie shop and she was shopping for breasts. There was a row of display mannequins with a whole range of different shaped and sized breasts. She wandered around the display room fondling and caressing them. Some had nice pert nipples and some had enormous nipples. 

She found herself pulling and tugging at the nipples to see how they looked erect. Finally she found a pair that she thought were perfect. About a b-cup, verging on a C, they were firm, hung nicely in front of the chest with nice neat nipples, coloured a very nice pink and that stood out quite well when they were played with. Curious, she bent her head to the left breast and sucked on it, loving the feeling of the erect nipple against her soft moist tongue. 

She found herself a sales assistant who detached the breasts from the mannequin and then in some mysterious way that could only occur in a dream, attached them to Susie’s chest. She looked down at her new breasts, thrilled and amazed. She reached her hands up to fondle them and moaned in ecstasy as she experienced her own touch. She left the store to look for someone to suck them. It was only when she’d left that she realised that she hadn’t dressed before leaving! And with that realisation, she woke up. About the first thing that she noticed was that her panties were really slimy. She’d been getting excited whilst she was sleeping and dreaming of breasts. 

“Are you ok,” she heard Linda asking her. “You were making some pretty weird noises … happy but weird.” 

Susie looked at the clock, noting that it was about 4am before telling Linda about her dream. Linda laughed at the mention of the breast shop and told Susie that someone must have been slipping her lesbian hornbag juices or something the way she had been going tonight. 

“You might be right given the state of my underwear,” laughed Susie. I can’t believe I woke up wet after dreaming about all those tits.” 

“Well I have to confess that it excited me a little when you were talking about touching all of those breasts,” replied Linda quietly. “If there’s one thing that tempts me when I think about having sex with a girl, its to get to suck on another girl’s titties. There’s something about that that just makes me gooey” 

Susie couldn’t believe that Linda was telling her this. More, she couldn’t believe how much it turned her on to think about what it might be like to have her suck on her tits.” 

“So have you ever felt anyone else’s breasts?” asked Linda. 

“Huh, like I told you before, I haven’t even really been close to a boy, let alone a girl.” 

“Oh I just thought that maybe you’d done it at some point because you seem to be so anxious about the size of yours,” Linda said quietly. 

“Well, I’ve thought about it,” replied Susie, but it’s a bit hard to walk up to one of your friends and say, “Can I touch your titties, I want to know what they feel like.” 

“I guess that’s true. You could … um ... I wouldn’t mind … um, would you like to touch mine?” stumbled Linda tentatively. 

“Really?” asked Susie, not entirely sure how they’d managed to come around to this and hoping not to sound too excited at the thought. 

“Well, sure, I don’t mind if you want a feel just to know what its like,” replied Linda. “Come over here.” Linda sat up in the bed and swung her legs over the side, sitting, waiting for Susie. 

Susie made her way across the mattress on the floor, feeling her way in the dark to Linda’s bed. Her hand came in contact with Linda’s leg and they both flinched a little at the touch. Susie used the leg as a reference in the dark and knelt up before her friend, positioning herself between Linda’s knees, a hand on each thigh. Linda’s hands found Susie’s in the dark and gently lifted her right hand to her breast. Susie instinctively closed her hand around the breast, feeling the nipple erect and sticking out through the t-shirt into the palm of her hand. She sighed as she felt the firmness and weight of the breast in her hand, her left hand automatically reaching up to cup the other breast. She squeezed, them pulling them together, running her palms over the nipples. Linda sighed in response, enjoying the sensation of having her breasts caressed so tenderly. 

Susie felt Linda move, but was reluctant to let go now that she had these gorgeous orbs in her hands. She realised though that Linda was trying to pull her t-shirt over her head and released them long enough for them to be freed. She didn’t hesitate now, taking the bare breasts within her hands, their warmth radiating through her palms which in turn sent their heat into Linda’s breasts. 

Susie was acutely aware that now that Linda had removed her t-shirt, she was naked. She would have loved to have looked down at her pussy to see if she was wet. Susie’s panties were so wet they served little purpose and she wondered whether Linda could detect the smell of her sex as easily as she herself could. She felt Linda’s hands closing over her own and the two girls played with Linda’s breasts together. Then Linda’s hands moved up Susie’s arms and onto her chest, to pull at her nipples, erect and seeking fulfilment. Susie gasped at the sharp pleasure/pain that she experienced when Linda tweaked her nipples and it wasn’t long before she felt Linda tugging at her t-shirt in the dark, prompting its removal. 

Susie knelt there before Linda, her tiny breasts exposed to the air, her nipples taught and the other’s girl’s breasts within her hands. 

“I want to suck your nipple,” Linda said quietly. “I want to lick it with my tongue. 

Susie was unsure. She had been carried away with the sensations until now, but Linda speaking had broken the spell somewhat. 

“Um, I’m not sure,” she replied, her hands releasing Linda’s breasts and falling to her thighs where they stopped, hesitant. 

“Oh please Susie? Please let me suck them? Get into bed with me? I’ve never done this and I promise I’ll be gentle, but I have to know what it tastes like, what it feels like. I’ve never wanted a girl before, but tonight I want you. I want to touch you. I promise that I’ll stop if you’re uncomfortable, if you ask me to.” All the time that she spoke, Linda’s hands caressed Susie, tracing the shape of her face in the dark, briefly touching her lips, her breasts, her shoulders and arms. 

Linda felt Susie stand and she moved over on the bed, hoping. Susie sat down beside her and as Linda lay down back against the wall, she too lay down on the bed. They arranged the quilt so that they could both be under it and not too cold. Their hands caressed each other’s breasts and then Linda moved her head closer and down towards Susie’s breasts. Susie lay on her back, letting Linda make her move. 

Linda took Susie’s nipple in her mouth, sucking on it and drawing it out to its full extension. The sensation was lovely. Both girls sighed at the pleasure they were receiving and giving. Linda knelt up so that she get lean over Susie and reach her other nipple to suck on it as well. As she did so, Susie took Linda’s dangling breast in her hand again, squeezing and pulling, pinching the nipple. She couldn’t believe how it felt to have her breasts sucked and to be fondling the tits of her goddess of a soccer captain. 

“Put your tit in my mouth,” she said to Susie, wanting to feel the erect nipple on her tongue like she had in the dream and wanting Linda to feel her sucking at her tit. 

Linda didn’t hesitate and dangled her breast over Susie’s mouth which opened readily to receive it, her tongue reaching out to flick and lick at the erect nipple. Susie felt Linda’s other hand upon her left breast, feeling it, caressing it. Then the hand passed across her ribs to her stomach where it gently caressed the smooth taught skin. The hand traversed her belly towards her panties. Susie didn’t know what to do. Her mouth was full of breast and she was loving it, but she wasn’t sure that she should keep going. As the fingers of Linda’s hands brushed across the fabric of her panties, she started to panic a little. They moved up and started to work their way under the top of her panties and Susie couldn’t take it. 




Susie & Linda Experiment



“Sorry, I need you to stop,” she told Linda. 

“Oh, ok, you sure?” asked Linda, clearly aroused and wanting more. 

“I’m not real sure about going futher Linda. It all feels good, but I’m just not sure. 

“ok, well, do you want to share my bed? We can just hold each other…” 

“Sure, I think I’d like that,” replied Susie. 

The two girls arranged themselves in the bed and drifted off to sleep, each of them aroused and each of them unsure about where things were going to go from here. 

Susie awoke to find Linda’s arm draped across her, her fingers resting on her breast. At the realisation, memories of last night stirred in her mind. She remembered where she was and what had happened. Her nipple hardened in response and she felt a tingling between her legs that was rather pleasurable. 

She rolled onto her back under Linda’s arm, moving Linda’s hand so that it rested squarely upon her breast, liking the feeling of the hand there. She lay there, quietly waiting for Linda to wake up, not wanting to be the cause of her waking and not wanting to get up before she woke either. She looked upon Linda’s sleeping face, liking the beauty and peace that was displayed upon it in her sleep. She also tried to peek at Linda’s breast, but it was too tricky in the current position. Susie wondered whether she’d get the chance to play with them again. Perhaps whilst she could see them this time. She would dearly love to see them flex under the ministrations of her hands and mouth. Oh to see the nipples standing proudly in their excitement. 

Susie absently rubbed hand over her belly, down under her panties to her mound, where she let her fingers tickle her labia. She liked the feeling of touching herself and was starting to wonder whether she should perhaps have let Linda do it for her. After all, how bad could it be? Surely it just felt good? Maybe it was just her lack of experience manifesting itself in a fear of going forwards with her sexual adventure. She resolved to try and let it progress, if Linda was still interested and she hadn’t blown her chance that was! 

Susie was just starting to slide her finger between her lips to lube her clit when Linda stirred. She quietly withdrew her fingers from her pussy and turned to watch Linda come awake. 

“Oh, hello,” Linda said, her eyes adjusting to focus on Susie’s face, a smile spreading across her lips. “I was hoping that I hadn’t dreamt it all and that when I woke up I’d find you here.” 

“Well I was hoping that you’d still be happy to see me after I’d stopped you last night.” 

“Oh that wasn’t a problem Susie, it’s all new for me too. Just because I’ve been with a guy doesn’t mean I am really sure what’s going on either. So I understand. I just hope you’re willing to give it another go sometime because damn girl, you got me so fucking horny last night.” As she said this, her hand that was resting upon Susie’s breast gently caressed it, stirring the nipple to even more life so that Susie was acutely aware of its tightness and the way it pushed into the palm of Linda’s hand. 

“Well I was more than a little turned on myself,” laughed Susie, “but right now, all I really feel like is a shower to get the smoke smell out of my hair from the club.” She sat up, Linda’s hand moving from her breast 

“Well, I’m sure that we can manage that for you,” said Linda, watching as Susie stood up from the bed and stretched. “You know, I know you’ve got some issues with the way you look, but when you stretch in front of me like that, I can’t help but thing you’re one sexy little girl!” 

“I don’t want to be a sexy little girl, I want to be a sexy woman! But maybe I’ll be your sexy little girl,” laughed Susie, wiggling her panty-clad butt at Linda who was getting up from the bed. Susie stepped towards her as she rose, her attention captivated by Linda’s breasts. Her hands sought them out and Linda stepped into the embrace, her hands moving to Susie’s hips. 

“Let’s see about that shower, shall we?” Linda asked. 

“Yes. Let’s.” 

The two girls donned enough clothes to avoid any embarrassing moments on the way to the bathroom and closed the door behind them. Linda set about getting the water temperature right before quickly removing all of her clothes. She indicated that Susie should hurry up too and get her gear off. 

Linda held the shower door open for Susie to let her in under the water before stepping in with her and pulling the door closed behind her. Susie set about letting the water run through and wet her hair, leaning her head back under the flow of the water. As she did so, Linda bent down and took her right nipple in her mouth, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Susie. With one nipple in her friend’s mouth and the other in her friend’s hand, Susie let the water wash away the crap from her hair, her pussy coming alive at the pleasurable sensations sweeping through her body. 

“I want to kiss you,” Susie told Linda, as Linda released her nipple from her mouth and was about to swap sides. Linda responded by placing her hands on Susie’s hips and drawing her closer to her. Their mouths met and melted together. Susie wasn’t real sure what she was supposed to be doing, but had seen enough movies to give her some clue. Linda knew what she wanted and let her tongue explore Susie’s mouth. Susie responded in kind, mimicking Linda’s tongue movements, loving the intimacy, aware of the press of Linda’s breasts against her own, of their legs spreading around each other, pressure on her pussy. 

They kissed for some time before Linda broke it off and said, “Let me wash you. Let me touch you all over.” She stepped back from Susie and took the soap in her hands, lathering them before beginning on Susie’s breasts. She allowed her hands to wander all over Susie’s chest, pulling at the nipples with her slippery fingers, allowing it to slide out of her grasp, Susie moaning in delight. 

Then her hands moved down over her ribs, tummy, hips, down to her thighs. She didn’t touch her pussy, even when Susie adjusted her position to spread her legs and allow Linda access. She soaped her way down Susie’s legs, turning her as she made her way towards her feet. Then she made her way back up, washing and massaging, allowing her hands to wander up Susie’s inner thighs, almost but not quite making contact with her pussy. She fondled the tight butt, marvelling at its shape and form, telling Susie just how good she thought her butt really was. Then she made her way up her back to her shoulders and neck. Susie was squirming, her pussy on fire as Linda moved her hand down the middle of Susie’s back, sliding between her butt cheeks and finally touching her pussy. 

Susie pushed back and down towards Linda’s hand, urging her to rub it. To use the soap to slide her hand all over her almost bare lips. 

“God your pussy is sexy,” Linda told her,” I love the way it looks, no hair, smooth, it makes me think that perhaps I should shave mine all of.” 

Maybe one day I'll do it for you,” Susie said, sighing as she enjoyed the caress of Linda’s hand on her pussy. 

“mm, if you ask nicely,” Linda laughed, slipping a finger between Susie’s lips. Susie tensed as she felt her pussy entered by her friend’s finger, but relaxed as she started to enjoy the first ever touch of someone else inside her. She leant back against the wall of the shower, spreading her legs slightly, bracing herself. Linda took her nipple in her mouth and sucked on it as her fingers explored Susie’s pussy. The water started to wash away the lubricant and she withdrew them as Susie started to fondle her breasts. 

“Your turn,” Susie said, taking the soap from Linda’s hands and changing positions. She copied the path over Linda’s body that had been taken over hers, lingering a long time on Linda’s magnificent breasts alternately soaping them and then letting the water wash it all off to suck at her nipples. When she finally touched Linda’s pussy, she marvelled at its feel and loved it when her fingers parted her Lips, spreading them to allow access to the inner delights. Her finger slid inside and Linda gasped with the pleasure. 

“You know, I think we should head back to my room where we can get more comfortable, Linda said, “I think its time that I had my first ever taste of pussy, and I think that it should be yours.” Susie indicated her agreement and kissed Linda passionately. 


“I don’t know if I’m ready to lick you, but I think I’m ready to be licked,” she told Linda as they quickly dried themselves outside the shower. 

“As long as you’re prepared to help me get off and not leave me horny as, I’m not about to hold it against you,” said Linda, wrapping her towel around her, grabbing her clothes from the floor and heading for her room. 

Susie followed suit and on reaching Linda’s room, tossed the clothes to the floor and discarded their towels, each letting their eyes wander over the other’s body, drinking in the delight of the nudity. 

Linda held out her hand to Susie and pulled her towards her, moving towards the bed. She turned to push Susie down onto the bed and once settled there, climbed up over the top of her. Susie watched intently as Linda’s dangling breasts descended, her erect nipples first making contact with Susie’s breasts. Upon that contact, Susie looked up to Linda’s face and their lips locked together, tongues seeking each other out, exploring the sweetness of the other’s mouth. 

After a little kissing, Linda started to kiss her way down Susie’s body, stirring her nipples to life, dipping into her belly button, lapping at the taught skin of her tummy. Susie spread her legs, accommodating Linda on her journey south. Linda positioned herself and paused, looking at Susie’s bare pussy, admiring the smooth lips, taking in the bead of moisture between her lips, ready to emerge and run from her opening. She ran her finger down between Susie’s lips, catching the bead of moisture and dragging her finger back up, separating the lips. She rubbed at the clit that stood there begging for attention. 

Cautiously, she lowered her tongue to the pussy. She started at the point where the moisture had beaded and ran it up the slit to the pleasure nub that was Susie’s clitoris. Susie moaned at the contact of Linda’s tongue with her pussy. She hadn’t ever felt anything like it and she loved it! It was the most amazing thing she had experienced to date. 

Linda licked all around Susie’s pussy, seeing what turned her on and what didn’t. Susie helped her, telling her when Linda was doing something great and when she was doing something that didn’t feel so good. Susie had her hands wrapped in Linda’s hair, her back arching as wave upon wave of pleasure swept through her body. 

After Linda had licked at her clitoris for awhile, she couldn’t hold it any longer, feeling her body tip over the brink and into orgasm. 

“Oh yes, Linda, I’m cumming!” she cried as her pussy convulsed and pulsed in its orgasm. Linda tentatively licked at the juices oozing from Susie’s pussy but Susie stopped her, telling her it was too intense. 

“Oh wow Linda, thank you. That was wonderful and amazing!” She told Linda as Linda made her way back up her body to lie beside Susie. 

“It was my pleasure, smiled Linda.” 

“Did it taste bad?” asked Susie, thinking ahead to whether she could reciprocate or not. 

“Not at all, it was rather pleasant actually. Kiss me, taste it,” She prompted leaning up to approach Susie. 

Susie tentatively allowed her tongue to meet Linda’s and to her delight found that the taste wasn’t bad at all, it was, as Linda had said, quite pleasant. 

“Ok, I’m gonna try it. I’m gonna eat your pussy Linda,” Susie declared. 

“Oh god, please do, make me cum Susie, I’m so wet,” Linda said, encouraging her. 

Susie copied what Linda had done, making her way slowly down Linda’s body, exciting and stimulating it with her hands and mouth as she descended. Linda was already moaning and writhing, finding Susie’s touch somewhat ticklish over her naked skin. 

Susie inspected Linda’s pussy, trailing her fingers through the neatly cropped hair, picking up the moisture from her slit and using it to rub a finger back and forth across Linda’s clit. Linda squirmed under the attention, using her fingers to pull at her own nipples. 

Susie decided it was time to taste her and started licking up and down her pussy, going with the flow as Linda encouraged her and helped her to find out what worked. She started licking around and around Linda’s clit and Linda went wild. Susie had to grab Linda’s hips to maintain contact, but did so, driving Linda into her orgasm, before gazing intently at the pulsing of Linda’s lips as she orgasmed. 

Susie climbed back up to Linda where they kissed again before finally dressing for the day. 

“I hope that you’ll be my girlfriend,” Susie said shyly as they left the house a little later. 

“Oh definitely!” exclaimed Linda. “But do we tell the girls at soccer?” 

“Not yet,” said Susie. “I think I need time to get used to the fact that I have an intimate friend first. Let alone the fact that that friend is the sexiest girl I know!” 

Linda hugged her and they made their way to the club to collect her car.



Susie and the VIP Room



There on the large video screens in the club was my Susie being fucked by Roger with his foot long, 2-inch wide cock. And ohmigod was she ever fucking back and having one noisy orgasm after another.

Back in college my girlfriend was Susie S. She was a short, 5'3", brunette with a bubbly personality. We went out for several years and although we engaged in mutual pleasuring we never had intercourse. Susie was a good Polish, Catholic girl and was saving herself for her future husband, and at this age I wasn't proposing matrimony. This is the way our relationship had progressed over the three years we went together throughout our college years at Wayne State University.

Then some of her sorority sisters had remarked about what a great time they had had over spring break at Ft. Lauderdale. We planned ahead; saved our dollars from the jobs we held and headed down to Ft. Lauderdale during spring break. I was living away from home so it was no problem for my parents. Susie, however, had to tell her mom she was going down with some sorority sisters and make sure she called her mother every day.

We got off the plane that morning, found our hotel room, and surveyed the beach, the clubs, the shops, and the eateries. 

That evening Susie surprised me. I was showering and she came into the shower naked, something she had never done or been able to do at either her parents house or at my room at the fraternity house. One thing led to another and we were soon on the bed and she was inviting me to have intercourse with her. I asked if she was sure and that's when she told me two things: one, that she was now on birth control pills and, two, that after going together for three years she felt I deserved a little fun since I'd been so patient with her rules.

At first it was weird and then the second and third time we both really got into it. I treated her like she deserves to be treated, like someone very dear and special to me. As her passion rose and her sexual shyness retreated Susie even let me go down on her. She had expressed the opinion in the past that she thought it was unclean to do that, so we had restricted mutual pleasuring to hands only. Needless to say she found she really enjoyed my wet tongue sliding all around her.

The next morning as we woke up together naked and in the same bed I was in heaven and Susie had a gorgeous, great big smile on her face. Normally modest about being butt naked she hopped out of bed and walked out onto the balcony of our room on the 14th floor and stretched as she took in the sight of the beach and the Atlantic Ocean...still nude. I even heard her look over towards one of the other balconies and say hello to someone else. I heard a male voice respond, "Good morning to you, too!!"

Wow. What a change a night of passionate, loving intercourse and sex play had rendered. 

We readied for the beach and headed down for our first full day of sun and fun. It was Monday.

Susie wore a wrap down to the beach. We found where we wanted to lay our towels out and began setting up for a day of sunning and swimming. When Susie took her wrap off, I got my second surprise of the day: Susie's bikini; it almost wasn't there. Susie's been blessed with a large pair of breasts that were naturally firm and defied gravity. At home she would often simply use Band-Aids to cover the dark circles of her nipples and forego a bra. Even with tight nylon blouses it was hard to tell if she was wearing a bra because her breasts were so firm; she had very little jiggle.

Well the yellow bikini she was wearing was basically two tiny triangles held together by string which left most of her breasts exposed. The triangles just covered her nipples. The bottom was a tiny triangle in front that snugged neatly into her pussy lips and the back wasn't there. The back was a thong that left those twin cheeks of Susie's gorgeous, round butt completely exposed. Her tanned skin was a nice contrast against the bright yellow of her suit. She said she had gotten advice from her sorority sister, Patsy, on what to buy to impress me. They had visited the Wicked Weasel swimwear web site. Now mind you Patsy was the kind of girl who had gone topless at some fraternity/sorority functions. She had also visited a tanning spa to brown her skin a little in preparation for the Florida sun.

The guys around Susie were clearly interested in her. She got shy all of a sudden as she felt the breeze on her bare behind, "Is this too much? Do you like it? Are you embarrassed that I'm showing so much?"

I hugged her in my arms and said, "Susie, you're absolutely gorgeous in this bikini. You have a great body. I love you and I love your body. And I'm kinda getting a rush from the guys around us ogling you and your bikini. You have it and you should strut it, darling." We then kissed and I patted her bare behind. How cool was that: to be able to pat my girlfriend's bare behind on a public beach with several guys checking her out.

With that we headed down to the water and played with a Frisbee we had brought with us and soon other guys and gals joined us.

This evolved into games of chicken in which Susie and the other girls sat on the guys shoulders and we tried to tumble each other into the surf. Susie sat on my shoulders and other guys' shoulders. During one of the rounds a girl, Rachel, who was sitting on my shoulders and whose boyfriend Susie was sitting on, yanked at Susie's top and it popped off. Susie was now topless, but hopped off to retrieve her top. She looked gorgeous all bare breasted with her breasts all shiny and wet and bobbing in the surf.

After the playing ended we headed up to the beach to an umbrella we had rented so we wouldn't get thoroughly burned in the Florida sun and that's when I got my third surprise and Susie got a surprise also.

The yellow material of her swimsuit was now nearly transparent. The diameter and shape of each of her nipples were now clearly visible through the wet, clinging material. The outline of her pubic triangle was also clearly identifiable and when she lay down on our towels what her pussy looked like was also clearly visible from the lazy S-shape that her labia made to the size and shape of her clitoral hood. I remarked, "Dam, Susie, it's as if you were nude. Every guy here on the beach is seeing what I saw last night." Pouting at me she rolled over onto her stomach until her suit dried somewhat.

That was the first time. But after we went in and out of the water repeatedly she soon didn't care and just lived with the fact that she was clearly visible to everyone who wanted to look at her body. In fact she told me as that first day wore on, "I don't know why I was so concerned before and so shy. After looking at yours and all the other guys' reactions to me, I know I look real good. It's kind of neat. I'm really liking this. I'm glad Patsy talked me into this swimsuit." So was I.

That night Susie was so horny from being ogled all day long that after we got out of the shower we went out on the balcony in robes that the hotel gave us and made love with her straddling me on the lounge chair. After cumming one time, Susie shed her robe and fucked me butt naked with the nighttime air against her skin. We could hear other folks talking on their own balconies but that didn't stop Susie from making love to me. After making love we dressed, went out to dinner, and then danced at a local club until late at night.

The next day was pretty much the same as Monday with us spending time at the beach, playing in the water with other folks we met, and catching the sun's rays on the beach. Susie wore a swimsuit that was similar to what she had worn Monday but it was a pale iridescent green color. It turned transparent like her other swimsuit but this time Susie didn't shy away from guys who wanted to check her out. 

When we were on the shore Susie sat like she normally sat with her legs open and her ankles crossed. This left little to the imagination. When her top slipped and revealed some brown nipple she didn't rush to cover it. When we were playing chicken in the water, she lost her top again and just asked her partner (me in this case) to grab it and tuck it into my swimsuit. She laughed when it happened, "Don't worry honey, it just makes it harder for our opponents to grab me...my boobs are a lot slipperier than the swimsuit." And later that same day when we were chicken fighting with Gene and Nicole, a couple, also from Michigan, with whom we formed a friendship, Nicole put a move on Susie that spilled her off Gene's shoulders. Unfortunately for Susie and fortunately for every guy in the water, Nicole never let go of Susie's bikini bottom and so as Susie tumbled the suit slid down her legs and off. Nicole was on my shoulders and wouldn't let Susie get it back. Susie had to hop up to grab it from Nicole and this just showed her off her bare butt and her bush until she got it from Nicole.

After another day of sun and fun Susie and I retired to our room and hooked up with Gene and Nicole later for dinner and dancing.

The next day was Wednesday, hump day. We hooked up with Gene and Nicole in the lobby of the hotel and headed out to the beach together.

When we got to the location we wanted and set up the umbrellas, Nicole and Susie had a surprise for us. As they removed their wraps they revealed string teardrop bikinis of a sheer white material and no tops. Both girls had agreed to spend the day topless. They had seen other girls doing it and had checked with a cop and found that it was legal. If guys could go topless so could women is what the laws of Ft. Lauderdale said.

Susie's breasts were round, large and firm with soft brown nipples that generally stayed flat. Nicole's breasts were small, conical and tipped with light tan nipples that stood right out all the time. 

The girls swimsuit bottoms consisted of a two strings that started in the crack of their asses, rode up over the cheeks of their asses and over their hips to meet in a sizable teardrop pouch. The teardrop design allowed a woman to be as modest or immodest as she wished. Susie had chosen a modest arrangement of the teardrop so that it cupped her whole lower groin and she wouldn't have to shave. Nicole had reduced the tear drop so that it barely covered the lips of her pussy. It was clear that she had shaved her pubic hair off otherwise the suit would have exposed a patch of pubes; it was that tiny.

Now came another surprise for Gene and I that the girls had agreed upon. Susie asked Gene to lather her up with lotion and Nicole asked me to do the same to her. My hands roamed over Nicole's tiny, round backside and she even pushed the strings down so I could smooth the suntan lotion over every inch of her butt cheeks. Then when I was done with her back she rolled face up and I rubbed lotion into her breasts. I grasped each breast and worked the lotion up towards the nipple making sure to roll each nipple between thumb and forefinger. As I massaged her legs with the lotion and then her groin she said, "Mark, I need a little here," and with that she pulled her skimpy suit to one side exposing her hairless pink pussy lips to me. She grabbed one of my hands and brought it against the tender flesh of her pussy and rubbed my fingers up and down that wrinkled slit in her belly. She then slipped her suit back over herself and laughed at my expression.

Susie told me later that she and Nicole had planned the whole thing and that Susie had guided Gene's hand down across her pubic hair and inside her suit bottom for a few seconds. She said the stunned looks on Gene's face and my face was worth it. Both girls remarked how silly we looked and Susie was the first to notice that both Gene and I were turning our swim shorts into tents.

Gene and I raced down to the water to cool off.

When we came back we saw that the girls were now talking to a guy and two girls. They were all scantily clad. Susie introduced us, "Gene, Mark, this is Roger, Nicky and Jasonda." 

Roger, Nicky and Jasonda were all wearing g-string, tear drop bikini bottoms that were of a similar sheer white material as the suit bottoms that Susie and Nicole were wearing. It was hard not to stare at the three of them. Jasonda was a tall black girl with bare augmented breasts, a narrow waist, and a firm round African butt. Nicky was a tall blonde girl also with bare augmented breasts, a narrow waist and a full set of hips with a firm, muscular butt. But it was Roger who was holding our girls' attention. Roger's swimsuit did nothing to hide the length and girth of his cock. He had to be a full six to eight inches soft and full one inch across with a huge mushroom cap on the end of his dick. The sheer white nylon suit he was wearing revealed even the veins in his cock which was straining the material.

"Roger was just telling Susie and me about a great party that takes place tomorrow night. It's at a club called the VIP Room. There will be plenty of food and drink and dancing and wild times. We will be chauffeured to and from the club and our hotel. It's all on the house. The only catch is we must sign a release to be filmed and a waiver of any injury we sustain during the party if we're partying too hard. The film is one they are making of the Ft. Lauderdale Spring Break party scene and we each will get a copy of the raw footage and the released film." Nicole continued, "Susie and I think it's a great idea. Roger, Nicky and Jasonda will be there as hosts. What do you guys think?"

Gene and I, already sexed up by what our girls had exposed us to just a little while ago and seeing a nearly nude Jasonda and Nicky, answered almost at the same time, "Sure, why not!!!" All four of us signed the releases and Roger got our hotel information and our names for the film and the chauffeur and told us we would be picked up promptly Thursday evening at 6:00 PM.

We spent the next day and a half wondering what it would be like. Come Thursday, 6:00 PM and we were ready. I was wearing a loose shirt, loose cotton slacks and sandals. Susie was dressed in a loose sheer blouse with a yellow tube top underneath and an airy skirt that she could flounce around as she danced. Gene was dressed similar to me and Nicole was wearing a red tube top and a white knit skirt that hugged her butt.

The chauffeur took us to a large warehouse sized building with a drive-under awning and the sign VIP Room hanging out front. Several large, well-dressed bouncers greeted us at the door outside the club and requested our names. We then entered.

The first thing that hit us was the loud thumping of techno/trance dance music, the kind of dance rhythms that got deep inside you and made you want to dance like there was no tomorrow. The second thing was the hosts and hostesses who were all dressed alike. They were all topless with black sheer nylon g-strings on and a bow tie at their neck and a gold chain around their waists and one ankle and one wrist. It created an erotic effect. 

One of the hosts came up to us and offered us the requisite drink of the VIP Room: the Blue Passion. It was in a shot glass and Susie, Nicole, Gene and I all downed the shot as requested and then headed into the club. 

There were cameramen and camerawomen roaming around the audience filming the party but all expertly staying away from filming each other. We checked out the buffet and the bar first. After a few finger snacks and a couple of drinks we walked around the huge club to see what it held in store for us. There was a huge dance floor. Off to one side of the dance floor were numerous stools, couches and platforms, some the size of beds. Down a hallway that led away from the dance floor, near the bar, was a huge Jacuzzi...actually several. Plus there were a large steam room and a large dry sauna as well as an area to change out of your clothes and shower before and after using the Jacuzzis.

There appeared to be only three people in this area besides the hosts and hostesses. A dark-haired woman and two men were in the steam room. As we quickly checked it out they were all shiny with sweat and the men were both sporting enormous erections. Both Susie and Nicole remarked, "Nice!" and laughed at each other. We were all in a playful mood and quickly picked up on the sexual atmosphere after seeing that threesome and the waiters/waitresses.

We started to head back to the dance floor but Roger, who had approached us on the beach, came forward at that moment with four more glasses of Blue Passion on a silver tray. His cock was clearly straining against the g-string he was wearing with the base of his cock visible and a patch of blonde pubic hair visible.

As we walked away from him Susie said to me, "Oh my god, Mark. This is all making me so horny. We need to get away from this party and back to the hotel room." Instead I grabbed her hand and headed out to the dance floor where the crowd continued to grow.

As the crowd grew, the touching and rubbing up against other men and women increased and it got hotter on the dance floor. Susie leaned into me and asked, "Are you hot? I need to get out of some of these clothes." 

"Take your blouse off and tie it around your waist and I'll do the same." We did so and then both of us really began to be felt up by other men and women dancing around us. I felt both male and female hands caress my bare skin as well as snake down in front and rub my crotch. Susie was experiencing the same thing. Instead of either of us being startled we found ourselves liking the sexual contact. We figured it was that blue drink they had given us that was making us so aroused and uninhibited.

Susie leaned again close to me and said, "This is exciting; it's like being in an erotic pagan festival and the crowd is getting worked up. Heck, I'm getting worked up. So much for being the good little Catholic girl!!" 

She reached for the buttons on her skirt and let it fall to the floor along with her blouse. She was now only in her tube top and panties. She danced over to me and began to grind her hips into my groin. She then unbuttoned my pants and they too fell to the floor. Then without so much as a pause she slid my undershorts down and off and tossed them away. She then began to grind against my exposed dick in earnest and hopped up on me with her legs wrapped around my waist. I was just enjoying it; never mind that we were in the middle of a dance floor crowded with strangers.

Then Susie leaned her face against my ear and said, "I am so horny. I need you now, Mark. Take my top off." And with that I grasped the bottom of her tube top and pulled it up and over her head so those beautiful, soft breasts of hers were pressed against my own naked chest. While I was doing that though Susie had pulled her yellow lace panties to one side and grasping the head of my cock slid it up inside her already very wet vagina. She was so slippery that my hardened cock just slid deep inside of her. Within three or four thrusts I felt her vagina spasm and she shuddered in a climax in my arms. It would not be the last.

After cumming Susie looked up to me and mouthed the words, "Thank you, sweetheart." She kissed me on the mouth. It was then we looked around and became conscious of the folks all around us. We saw Nicole and Gene a short way away. They were being approached by Syreeta, a statuesque, nude black woman, and an equally tall and muscular black guy. While Syreeta proceeded to strip Gene and lead him away by the head of his cock, the guy, Jason, Jasonda's brother it turned out, molested Nicole forcibly out of her clothes, literally tearing her panties off of her. She appeared to be resisting him until that massive brown cock entered her pussy. With his hands crushing the cheeks of her ass so that she was locked against him and couldn't escape, he began to fuck Nicole violently...right there on the dance floor. At first she screamed and beat against his chest, but then the thrusts began to have their effect and we watched as her body spasmed, her eyes rolled up into her head, and her belly pressed tightly against Jason's. Still this didn't stop Jason from continuing to fuck Nicole. He held her tiny body in his arms and speared her repeatedly with his massive cock. He kissed her neck, raised her up to bite her pointy nipples, held her up with one hand between the cheeks of her ass as if he had a finger locked up her anus and with the other hand caressed her skin all over. And still the thrusting continued for Nicole. She was soon in a constant state of shuddering orgasms. Finally yielding, she leaned forward and locked her mouth against Jason's, kissed him, and came again. Even under the dim lights of the club Susie remarked that Jason's amazing cock was shiny with Nicole's juices. It was very arousing to watch this happening to Nicole.




Susie and the VIP Room



"Mark, I want to be like Nicole. I want everyone to see me wild and see my man's cock all shiny like Jason's." With that Susie disengaged herself from my cock hopped to the floor and began to do a little dance while sliding her panties to the floor and out into the crowd. As she turned away from me and held her arms up to the ceiling Roger stepped in behind her while Nicky took hold of my throbbing cock with her hand. As I watched, Roger slid his enormous now exposed cock between the cheeks of Susie's ass and grabbed her firmly around her chest so her arms couldn't come down and passionately begin to kiss the back of her neck and her ears, I felt Nicky's hand slide up and down the shaft of my cock and became distracted. And just that quick Susie was gone. And the next time I saw her was on the video screen as she and Roger savagely fucked each other and she wantonly let Roger penetrate every orifice of her lusting body: her mouth, her vagina, and even her anus.

I asked Nicky, "Where is Roger taking Susie?" I was upset. 

Nicky kept her hand stroking my cock and said, "Roger will take care of her, Mark. Come with me. I have someone I want you to meet." I figured Susie seemed to have left with Roger without a struggle and I had become incredibly horny since Susie had started fucking me on the dance floor and now Nicky was handjobbing me on the dance floor. I don't know why but I followed Nicky. She took me to the Jacuzzi area where a beautiful south Asian girl, whom Nicky introduced as Sabiha, was sitting on the edge of one of the Jacuzzis and was masturbating furiously and was almost reaching climax. Although I had just been fucking my girlfriend I fell in love right on the spot. Sabiha's skin was a coffee-with-cream brown. Her hair was long, thick and black. Her breasts were full and rounded and tipped with dark brown nipples that were standing out at the moment as she was cumming. Her belly was not flat but slightly rounded and ended in a thick patch of curly black pubic hair. Her hips and her butt were full and rounded.

Some part of me knew Roger was probably pleasuring Susie and that I didn't have to worry about her safety. I stepped into the water so my erect cock was positioned between Sabiha's legs and she leaned forward and kissed me hard on the mouth with her tongue sliding around in my mouth and her fingers guided my erect penis past that bush of black hair and into her slippery pussy. We proceeded to fuck and fuck and fuck. Sabiha reached one loud orgasm after another as if she couldn't get enough. We fucked in the Jacuzzi, we fucked in the steam room with Sabiha sucking another man's cock, and we fucked in the sauna with another woman, Larissa, a black girl, kissing Sabiha and me and sucking on Sabiha's tits and playing with Sabiha's clitoris while my cock just kept pumping in and out of Sabiha's pussy. Then Larissa, Sabiha and I all changed roles. I began fucking Larissa while Sabiha played with herself, with Larissa, kissed me and Larissa and then drifted off after one of the hosts, endowed with an enormous cock, interested her in some more fucking. So while Larissa and I were moaning in one part of the sauna, Sabiha was screaming out one orgasm after another in another part of the sauna. The film crews were in there too getting all the juicy details. 

After Larissa and I came together (my first actual release of the evening) we headed off to the showers. I got a good look at her finally. She was thin black girl with a tiny, rounded butt and large breasts capped with black nipples that stood right out. Her skin was a reddish, chocolate brown except for her pussy lips which were black. Her hair was straightened black hair that she had tied back and her pubic hair was that kinky African pubic hair that sparsely covered her belly and her genitals. Her inner lips were bright pink and exposed.

We lathered each other up in a sexual frenzy and before you know it we were at it in the shower fucking upright. As we were fucking under the shower waters another man came up behind Larissa and entered her anus. I could feel his cock sliding in and out. Larissa's moans merely increased as she reached one climax after another sandwiched between me and this stranger. After he spent a load of cum in her anus Larissa and I showered for real and then headed out to the dance floor naked.

We danced for a little while and then both of us wandered off in different directions. 

I wanted to find Susie after seeing her on the dance floor monitors. I was a little jealous that Roger was pounding my girlfriend with his huge dick and worried whether she'd be interested in me with my normal sized cock after what I'd seen on the monitors.

I found her near the couches and platforms. She was sitting looking exhausted...still butt naked. God she looked beautiful. Her hair was all wild, her body was shiny with sweat, but she looked all rosy and luscious. As I called out her name, she jumped up and wrapped her arms around me and gave me a great big kiss. We headed off to one of the Jacuzzis to relax and get away from the loud music so we could talk.

Susie told me her story. 

"I was dancing away from you with my arms raised up. I was feeling so alive, naughty, sexy, horny...all at once. Here I was dancing completely naked in front of dozens of strangers and my boyfriend was naked too and had just screwed me on the dance floor. My head was spinning but the fire between my legs wouldn't let up. I wanted more. I wanted to get totally wild and abandoned. My breasts were burning, my face was burning, and my belly, thighs and crotch were all burning.

"That's when I felt your hands wrap around my chest and felt your penis slide between my butt cheeks. You felt enormous, hard, and very hot. I was instantly aroused and pressed myself back into you.

"That's when you lifted me off the floor and carried me to one of the platforms. While carrying me...you felt so strong holding me up...one of your hands slid down my belly and you fingered my clit. By the time we reached the platform I was cumming. I felt so erotic, so helpless in your hands, so wonderful. You were also kissing my neck...god, I love that!!!

"At the platforms Jasonda was there all naked, black, and shiny. She was spreading out a towel on the platform. Through the haze of your hands working their magic and me climaxing I vaguely remember her helping me to lie down and then you were inside of me and Jasonda stepped away.

"As you slid into me I was filled with electricity as my body reacted with continuous feelings of pleasure. But then I opened my eyes as your girth and length filled me up beyond what it had before. That's when I was momentarily shocked to see Roger over me.

"It was Roger's huge penis that was sliding into me; it wasn't yours. I was momentarily horrified that I was having intercourse with a complete stranger. But I'm ashamed to say this only lasted for a few moments. Jasonda's fingers found my clitoris and with a few fast strokes she had me cumming once again. Mark, I was just overwhelmed by the pleasure I felt. I didn't want it to stop. I reacted like an animal in heat and let Roger take me.

"Ohmigod, did he ever take me. His thrusts were deep and pushed and pulled at my pussy. Jasonda's fingers roamed over my body and excited my skin all over. Even with us I had never felt such all encompassing erotic pleasure and the orgasms filled all of me from my toes to my butt to my chest to the top of my head.

"After two more orgasms Roger bent down and began to French kiss me and, I'm so sorry, Mark, I literally gave myself up to him. That huge penis of his, the muscles on his chest, the way he caressed me all over, and the soulful way in which he kissed me assisted me in crossing over and wanting to be his completely. He owned my pussy, he owned my ass, he owned my whole body; I wanted to give it to him and whomever he invited. I locked my legs around his waist and ground my belly tight against his as thrust after thrust of that delicious, hot, long, thick cock penetrated me repeatedly. I began to have continuous orgasms where my shaking and quivering didn't end. My orgasms just rolled in wave after wave.

"At one point Jasonda led a stranger over to me and I took that man's penis into my mouth and swallowed his cum because Roger wanted me to. Again Jasonda led yet another stranger over to me who slid his penis into my mouth and left another salty load of semen for me to swallow. In my aroused state their semen tasted so good...salty and very creamy. When Jason French-kissed me his tongue would scoop some of their semen from my mouth. I shared myself with him and I shared others with him. 

Then Jasonda surprised me by bringing a vibrator over and penetrating my butt with it. I didn't care I just didn't want Roger's steady thrusting to stop. I thought to myself I was a cock junky and couldn't get enough of his cock so I let them do whatever to me as long as he wouldn't pull out that wonderfully huge cock of his.

"I didn't know how long I was in this state of continuous orgasm but I soon blacked out. When I awoke Roger was not in me and I cried out loudly, "Noooooo!!" I was on my face and Jasonda and Roger had raised my hips for round two of Roger's penetrations. Again he soon worked me up to a state of continuous orgasms and then I noticed that his penis was changing shape and size and that he was cumming inside of me many times. I think Jasonda was bringing different men over to take me from behind. Some fucked my vagina and some fucked my butt. But always Roger reentered me in between and brought out the animal passion in my hips, thighs and sex organs. I wanted them used and abused. I wanted to be totally consumed with sex. I wanted men's semen oozing out of me and sprayed all over me. Sweat, semen, and my own juices were turning my butt, my thighs and my legs into a slippery portal for any man to enter me.

"Finally, Mark, it ended. I was now on my back and Roger and I were actually making love to each other. It wasn't just sex. For those few moments I felt bonded to him: his chest against my breasts, our hips merged into one, my legs surrounding his waist, and our tongues curled around each other's. It was at that moment that he finally unloaded his seed inside of me. Ohmigod, he kept cumming and cumming and cumming. I could feel hot, forceful jets of semen spray inside me. I pressed close to him to have his seed fill me. And then we lay together for a few moments kissing each other and then we finally parted.

"And that's when I realized that he wasn't enough. I was still horny. My god, I was still horny!!! I still needed more. It wasn't love like we have; it was about the sex and the hunger I felt between my legs. So Jasonda brought more men over, more hosts with enormous cocks who filled me up and kept me going on the edge...always on the edge or deep in an orgasm. And just before you showed up Jasonda strapped on an enormous, shiny, black vibrator and fucked me one last time. It felt odd and wonderful at the same time. I had Jasonda's feminine face over me and kissing me, I had Jasonda's firm large breasts sliding against my own shiny with the semen that had been sprayed on my chest,, and I had Jasonda's soft wide hips pushing against mine. But inside of me was a stiff, pulsating dildo driving me mad. She was different than the men. She kept verbally encouraging me on to yet another orgasm, with "Yeah, Susie, that's the way, Susie, c'mon baby, you can do it again, baby." 

"After I came she gently pulled out of me and we switched places. I wore the strap-on and I fucked Jasonda until she climaxed. No wonder you men love it so much. What a rush to be the fucker instead of the one being fucked. To feel my hips thrusting into Jasonda's, to feel my butt exposed and up in the air as I thrust in and out, to brush my breasts against hers, to encourage her to reach a climax, and to feel her body mold itself to mine. Wow!!! As Jasonda came and called out my name I came just from the rush of making that happen for her.

As we sat in the tub Jasonda walked up to us and offered us the Blue Passion drinks again. I looked at Susie whose pussy was bright pink and all flowered open and she looked at my cock still standing erect after the erotic story she had just told me and we both laughed and told Jasonda "Sure," as we drank down two more Blue Passions and proceeded to play until dawn.



Susie, Ascending



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Author's Note: This is a direct continuation of Susie, Awakened and starts where that one ends. I encourage you to read the other story first.

Many thanks to my editor, hkf999.

Chapter 2 is a bit sex heavy without much story development. But you guys don't mind that, right?

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"Working late tonight?" asked Susie, my boss, and as of last weekend, my fuck buddy.

"I hope so," I replied, the first hint of suggestion in our conversation so far. She made the second. 

"Outstanding," she replied with a slight twitch of her eyebrow and a terribly loaded tone of voice.

Hot diggity! I started to do the 'I'm gonna get laid tonight' dance in my mind. I hammered away at my work with visions of Susie floating through my head the rest of the afternoon. Once most of the office was out on the freeway trying to get home, I moseyed in to the boss's office feeling like a kid coming downstairs on Christmas morning. I closed the door behind me and landed in a guest chair while Susie watched me.

"Listen, I wanted to talk about Saturday." Her hands were folded on her desk in her 100% business front that she so often used at work, but the whimsical smile on her face told me this wasn't about to be an unhappy conversation. "What happened here was completely unprofessional and inappropriate and I wouldn't trade it for the world. I needed every bit of that and I want to thank you."

"You are very welcome. And it's not like I didn't get anything out of it, you know."

"You are too kind. I'm, ah, well not old enough to be your mother but I am older, and I'm sure that's not the kind of thing you are, ah, looking for." I held up my hand to stop her.

"If I may be so bold...Susie, I've been staring at your tight little ass since the moment you hired me. Your age isn't an issue. I find you wildly attractive and I sincerely hope Saturday wasn't the last time. In fact I hope there is an orgasm approaching at the end of this conversation." The smile on her face was a lovely mixture of relief, excitement, and perhaps gratitude.

"Give a girl a little time to recover! I hadn't had sex in two years before Saturday. I'm a little sore. I've been trying hard all day not to walk funny."

"I hope I didn't hurt you," I said with genuine concern. I had gone a little cave-man back there, and while I'm not hung like a minotaur I am biggish, and she is smallish...

"Listen to me; I needed every bit of that. Don't worry; I'll be just fine in a few days."

"Fair enough. So would it be OK if I fantasize about you while I'm in the shower until the next time." She blushed at that, her eyes opening wider for a moment as if this were somehow scandalous when I had my cock inside her on this very desk not 48 hours prior.

"You'd do that?" she asked, incredulous.

"What, jack off, or jack off thinking about you?" She blushed even more at that, acting like a school girl almost.

"Well...the part about me, I guess." She was so cute. I leaned forward and dialed up my sexy voice.

"It's like this. Your naked body danced through my dreams all night long last night, and when I woke up I had an absolutely rock hard boner that was entirely your fault. I had to take a cold shower this morning to make it go away. Now, I'm not one to go yanking on this thing day and night, but occasionally the desire hits me and I go ahead and release the tension. I'm just asking permission to close my eyes and think of you when I do." She sat back, the blush having transformed into a mischievous smile.

"That's...actually really sexy. You have my permission. Maybe you can even let me watch some time?"

"I figure if you are close enough to watch then you ought to be an active participant. But I'm here to please so the lady gets what the lady wants. If you want, I'll do it right here, right now." She thought about it for a moment, apparently intrigued by the idea. 

She held up a finger, then turned to her computer and typed in a few commands. In a moment her face went sour with a pouty frown.

"I was about to tell you to do it, but there are an awful lot of people still on the floor and I need to get a couple things done and then leave. Rain check?"

"Rain check," I replied, excited about the prospect.

"You are just too good to be true. All right, get out! I have work to do. Go home, and no more late nights this week. I need to recuperate."

"Yes ma'am," I said as I got up and left. "But tell me one thing."

"Yes?"

"Are you wet right now?" Again she blushed, but her reply came swiftly. 

"Yes I am. Out!"

Tuesday was very hard, no pun intended. Knowing what lay at the end of the day was incredibly erotic but it made the day crawl like a snail. I must have checked my watch a hundred times by noon, and a hundred more times between 4:00 and 5:30. I saw Susie a few times during the day and she kept a completely professional face the whole time, not even flashing me a wink. I only hoped I wasn't telegraphing my naughty vibes. She was inscrutable but I might have been a bit more transparent. 

I know I felt guilty as hell when Pete came by. He had developed an extra nasty glare for me, it seemed, ever since Susie had pulled her ass-toward-the-door stunt. Or maybe that was a permanent scowl. Hard to say. Whatever the case, it left me a little worried about him finding out, but at the same time I felt so vastly superior to him since I was fucking his wife that I mostly didn't care.

Around 5:30 I checked the log and saw that we were almost alone. A few people were still on the other side of the building but they had little reason to roam over to our side. I sent Susie an instant message.

[I'm done with my work for the day. Anything else you need done before I go?] Just in case she had a visitor I had to keep it professional. Her response was clean, but cagey.

[I do have an extra credit assignment for you.]

[Now?]

[I'll let you know.]

Cool your jets, buster. Fine, I could wait. I was horny already so it wouldn't be a problem to get it up quick. I wondered if I could get her to talk dirty or something. I'd prefer if she took her tits out or sunk a finger into her pussy while I worked, but she was wearing a pant-suit and a blouse without buttons so I figured I was out of luck there. Still, I was excited.

She let me stew in it for about fifteen minutes.

[Still there?]

[It would take a grenade to make me go away.]

[Please come in my office.] Her choice of words wasn't lost on me. Show time! I shut down and headed in.

"That was fast," she said as I entered the office mere seconds after her last message. Her face was lit up, excited and eager. "I believe I have a rain check to use." I didn't speak. I locked the door and sauntered up to her desk, stopping an inch away from the front. Susie leaned forward, fingers laced in front of her on the desk, looking very enthusiastic.

I started to undo the belt buckle but she held up a hand to stop me.

"Just the zipper," she said. She said it quietly, a little breathless, obviously excited and perhaps a little hesitant to speak. She was starting to crawl out of her shell.

"The lady gets what the lady wants."

I slowly pulled down the zipper while tugging it sideways a bit, making the noise louder than normal. I had intended to give her a little show but she had her own ideas, so I would just have to go the direct route. I reached in and encouraged my beastie to emerge, bringing his best friends with him. Once exposed, I set my hands on my hips for a moment to let her enjoy the view.

My cock and balls hung from my open fly, dangling a few inches above the surface of her desk. I had been excited about this all day and now that the moment was upon me I was already a bit engorged and well on my way to an erection. My Lord and ancestors blessed me with a healthy sex organ and heavy, low-hanging balls and I was proud to display them to my new lover. Susie's hungry eyes devoured me.

"I didn't really get to see it much the first time." She said with her eyes still glued to my genitals.

"Do you like what you see?" She looked up at me with a lecherous grin.

"Very much." I picked up my cock and pulled it gently, helping it to grow. It needed little encouragement.

She was silent, and for some reason it infected me. I decided to remain follow suit. She watched my hand around my cock and I watched her face. Her naughty smile eventually turned to a focused, intense visage as I went on stroking myself for her.

I'm not sure what there is to say so I'll just try to describe what she was looking at. My cock is biggish, but not a monster. Girth is fine, I wouldn't call it thick. The head is a little large for the rest of my width so it looks a little like a mushroom. I've had the occasional girl say she had trouble fitting the head in her mouth but that's a rare problem. When I quit measuring around 10th grade I was just under eight inches long and since I had most of my classmates beat (judging by the showers after gym class) I figured I didn't need to fret over it. My balls are about the same; biggish but not abnormal, and they hang a little low so they get to swinging pretty well at times.

Judging by the hunger in Susie's eyes, she liked it. I had my fist wrapped around the shaft just south of the head and I was working it forward and back. I started slowly, trying to make it sexy. Susie watched attentively, only occasionally looking up at my face. When she did, she caught me looking at her and she smiled widely. Her excitement urged me on to greater speed and to go ahead and race for the finish. I wanted to cum for her.

I envisioned her coming around to my side of the desk and wrapping her wide mouth around the head of my cock, and slowly closing her eyes as she took me in. I imagined going deep into her face, more so than was likely to happen in real life, but hey, I can daydream. But the thought of my cock sliding into her lovely face...it didn't take much more.

"Your blotter is about to get sticky," I said through clenched teeth, my orgasm rapidly approaching. Shocked out of her happy place, she quickly shoved her desk blotter and all the detritus on it over to the side, giving me plenty of clear desk space to pollute.

"And your blouse might be in danger too." Only seconds left. My body was tightening, focusing on the base, animal need to ejaculate.

"I'll take my chances," she replied with a naughty grin, leaning forward a little in anticipation. Damn, what a way to cap it off!

My heavy spurt landed with an audible splat on the desk. Susie recoiled reflexively as it launched out of my cock straight at her face, but I didn't have quite the range to ruin her mascara. It landed just inches shy of her, and I have to admit I was a little disappointed. I wanted to put my mark on her, to make sure she could smell me on the drive home.

The next one went almost as far, the third a bit shorter, and several more jets and spurts of sperm flew out of me as I jacked off for my lover, covering the desk space between us with ragged lines of thick cum. At last, they were done, and all I had left was a dribble oozing out the end. I leaned over a bit and put my left hand on the desk, then dropped my cock and let it land with a wet thud on the cold hard surface. Susie looked up at me with an enormous grin.

"Was that as sexy as you imagined it?"

"Much, much more," she said in a slightly husky voice that didn't quite match her brilliant smile.

"Well, that's what happens when you get stuck in my head and I can't find another way to get you out." It was time to put my toy away but I didn't want to.

"You know, I didn't realize you were so big. Obviously I felt it. Oh Christ I felt it! But to see it up close and personal...it's very impressive."

"I think he has a crush on you."

"I think it's mutual."

I had been hoping she would come around the table and maybe clean me up a little, but she made no move so I figured we were finished for the evening. I snagged a few tissues from the box on her desk and cleaned myself up, then tucked my junk away and dropped down into the guest chair. Susie's eyes were locked to my cock until the moment I put it away.

"Are you going to be ready for me by Friday?" I asked.

"Count on it!"

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The week passed slowly as my work load increased a bit. The flirting and furtive glances gave way to actual business for a while. It was an odd feeling now, having had sex with Susie. I wanted more to be sure, and the excitement and allure of the forbidden was still very strong, but the sense of urgency wasn't quite so great now. Plus, every time I saw Pete I started to worry. Not so much for myself since he wasn't my boss and didn't control my professional destiny, but more for Susie's sake. I could just imagine how far he might flip out if he knew.

As Friday rolled around we were behind schedule on a production item needed for the weekend so our team worked a little late. Susie ordered pizza for us and we hammered away past dinner time until the early evening. It wasn't particularly difficult work, just labor intensive and repetitive so we had to be careful. By 7:30 it was all neatly wrapped and delivered to production control Susie sent us all home. She hadn't dolled up for me that day, wearing blue jeans and a somewhat frumpy sweater, but my head wasn't really in that place most of the week. Still, I lingered and took a longer-than-necessary bathroom break to let my team mates disperse before I went to visit the boss.

"Long day," I said, sauntering into her office. She was looking through her glasses at the computer while she typed away. She was an incredibly fast typist and her little fingers flew across the keys. She nodded her head in acknowledgment but didn't look away from her task. I dropped into a guest chair and waited.

"Got any plans for the evening?" She asked, not looking away from the screen.

"Not plans so much as...hopes."

"And what are you hoping for?"

"Basically, I'm hoping to get you naked."

"Really?" she asked theatrically, raising an eyebrow but still slashing away on the keyboard. "Tell me more."

"I want to peel you slowly out of your clothes, to shuffle your jeans down off your hips and hook my fingers into your panties and pull them down. I want my hands on your perfect little ass and I want my tongue sliding up inside you while you moan and wail."

"Yes?"

"I want to bring you very slowly up to an enormous orgasm, but stop just short and let you come back down."

"Why stop short?"

"So I can do it again, and again, until I wind you up so tight you feel like you could snap. And then..."

"And then?"

"And then I'll make you tell me your other nickname before I let you come." She finally showed some reaction to my words, shuddering visibly and licking her lips. Her fingers finally paused and she looked sideways at me with a mischievous grin.

"If you promise not to torture me like that, I'll tell you right now."

"Yeah? Well...my curiosity is awfully high, but I was looking forward to getting you all wound up. Fine, tell me. I'll find another way to get you going."

"Scarlett."

"Hmmmm. Color or name?"

"Hmmmm." She replied, shooting a sly glance as she mocked me gently.

"Not going to tell me. Fine. The meaning is...not immediately obvious."

"It's not meant to be, but if you play your cards right I just might explain it to you. And if you are incredibly lucky I might even show you the trick that got me the nickname."

"Now that sounds like fun!" She just smiled wildly and went back to her typing. At her speed she could have just ripped off a three-page essay so I was starting to get curious. "So what is it that keeps your attention better than a strapping young man who desperately wants to lick your pussy?"

"You are so damned naughty! I want to keep up with you but it's been way too long. I can't switch gears from boss to bed-fellow as quickly as you. This...is an alibi." She finished up and grabbed the mouse, and with a few clicks she was done. "That will explain to Pete why I am not coming home tonight in a way that won't require anyone to defend my honor with a fistfight." She started to pack up her laptop and some folders.

"Not coming home tonight? That's terrible. You'll need a place to stay then."

"You are right. I will. Any suggestions?"

"I think I know a place where you can expect a...warm reception."

"Now that sounds like fun! Let's go. My panties are about to slip right off me as it is."

She followed me back to my apartment a few miles away. She parked next to me, not trying to hide her vehicle or be in any way stealthy. She moved confidently into my apartment as I held the door open for her and made a beeline for the bathroom, carrying her small duffel bag.

"Be ready for me when I come out, please." 

The lady had a plan. Nice! I stripped down to my BVD's and sat on the edge of the bed, facing the bedroom doorway. I wished I could have darted into the bathroom to freshen up a little, a quick brush of the teeth and a spritz of some Sex Panther cologne, but she would have to take me as I was. I know I only waited a few minutes, but it seemed like hours. I perked up instantly when I heard the bathroom door open.

On silent feet she stepped into the room and leaned against the door frame. My eyes crawled up her body, taking in every detail. Her toe nails were freshly painted a light, shiny pink which contrasted against her olive skin. Her calves and thighs were bare and glorious, freshly shaved and smooth. I promised myself I would nibble every inch of those legs that night. She wore a bright pink panty, very small and I suspected a thong, and above that a see-thru baby-doll nightie in the same hot pink as the panties and toenails. Her face was predatory, confident and lovely, framed by her short black hair. She was far more in charge of herself this time and I was looking forward to the ways that confidence would show up in bed.

"You sure do know how to command a room."

"Shut up and listen" she said quietly. Every scrap of sexuality and desire from the previous weekend was evident on her face, in the angle of her hips and the tone of her voice, but now it was threaded with her 'no bullshit' office demeanor.

"I was barely in control of myself last time and I let you take me wherever you wanted. I was overwhelmed, out of my mind and out of control. It was perfect. Tonight, it's my turn to be in charge."

"Yes ma'am!" She smiled at my willing response.

"Now, you are wearing too much." I quickly shed my boxers and stood before her naked and proud, my cock starting to swell a bit from her presentation. We made an odd pair. She was five-foot two, dark and dusky, while I was six-foot one, blonde haired and blue eyed, but I knew from experience that we fit together just fine. She looked me up and down with an approving eye, then stepped forward. She raised a hand and put it flat on my chest, pushing me gently back toward the bed. I fell down and scooted back as she shooed me further with a gesture.

Once I was fully on the bed, propped up on my elbows, she crawled slowly on top of me like a wild cat on the prowl. Her face was intense, focused and sexy. I could see down the billowy front of her nightie, and while her tits might have been small they still hung enticingly from her body and my mouth watered with the desire to taste them again.

When her face was above my cock she stopped, leaned down and said hello. She nuzzled at the base of my member and inhaled my scent.

"Mmmmm. You smell good." She nudged my cock with her nose and kissed the base on the side, then pressed her cheek into my electrified and swiftly growing shaft. She moved forward, dragging her face off my cock and lifting her head when it was past. She moved up a bit more and sat up, straddling me just below where I had expected her to settle. She took me in her hand and scooted up a little so that I seemed to be jutting out of her crotch, and only her pink panties kept it from touching her. The sheer material of the nightie was in her way so she let go of me to quickly pull it over her head and off. It handed in a pink pile somewhere off the bed.




Susie, Ascending



"Damn thing wasn't on for five minutes," she said quietly.

"You don't need any ornamentation." She just smiled and put her hand back on me.

She gently massaged and pulled my cock, playing with it slowly as it filled up. She watched her work the whole time, studying me it seemed. I didn't mind. She brought me to an erection quickly and then she started stroking the shaft with feathery fingers that sent shivers through my body.

"I really enjoyed watching you work the other night. I had a hard time not reaching over the desk to help you." She pulled my dick up, toward her, and rubbed it against her satin-covered clit. She shuddered and smiled, her face finally turning up towards mine. "Now I get to enjoy it, and you get to watch me."

She closed her eyes and started rubbing the underside of my cock against herself, slowly, back and forth, writhing and squirming. She tugged at the head a bit, but it wasn't really a hand job so much as she was just using me to masturbate. It was fucking hot!

With one hand on my belly holding her up and the other wrapped tightly around my cock, she rubbed and rubbed, rocking her hips a bit and concentrating on her work. I clasped my hands behind my head and propped it up to watch her. She was enchanting.

After a little while she started to lean forward more, pressing her pubic bone down harder and increasing the pressure against her clit. Her breathing became more labored and her pace picked up as she wrenched my cock back and forth against herself. Her humping movement was doing more good now and tiny grunts escaped her clenched teeth. She was working herself up quickly.

It was actually just a little bit painful but I wasn't about to complain. She wouldn't be making me come like that and that was a good thing. I've never really had a hand job I would consider worth it, but this was something different. A hand job is supposed to make the man come, but this was all about her pleasure. I was happy to be her tool.

Her grunts became more pronounced and she was moving too fast to keep up the hand job so she let me go. She leaned further forward and put her hands on my chest as she humped me, riding the underside of my cock roughly. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her down tighter, drawing a noise from her that was somewhere between snarl and moan.

She didn't last long with all her weight on her clit like that. I enjoyed my front row seat to her orgasm. Through clenched teeth she grunted and squealed as her body shuddered. An explosive noise escaped her throat when it really hit and she half-shouted right into my face. I just held her steady and let her work it.

In a few moments she was done and she collapsed on my chest, her lungs heaving. I wrapped my arms around her and held her gently, waiting for her to regain her composure and give me more instructions. My balls and the lower half of my cock were soaked in her wetness and I was eager to get the rest of it coated as soon as possible.

"Is that how you usually masturbate?" I asked quietly after she calmed down a little.

"That might be how I do it from now on." She pushed herself up and held herself above me, nose to nose, her face smiling broadly. She kissed me deeply, a long, wet sexy kiss that gave me time to roam her body with my hands. I caught her hips and moved her a bit, pulled her thong aside and then pressed down as I angled my cock up and into her. She slid down my length easily and in one motion I was engulfed. She cooed appreciatively around my tongue.

"Do it again," I said. "Ride me 'til you come again." She smiled, nose to nose with me.

"That's not what I planned, but I sure like the idea."

She pushed herself up a bit and returned to her position with most of her weight on her clit. She started rocking her hips, much as she had before, but being inside her made a world of difference. I held her by the hips and pushed up into her. Her brows knitted quickly and she worked a little faster.

"Ooooh, this one will come quicker." Faster and harder she rocked her hips forward and back, exciting her clit and fucking me well. I let her work, just holding her down on me. It only took a few minutes and she was right back to her orgasm face. This time she had more to say.

"Oh God! Oh....OH! Oh damn! Oh...Oh...Oh...OH!...OH!...AH!...AH!...AHHHHHH!"

I thrust my hips up hard, lifting her off the bed and forcing more of her weight on her clit. Using her hips I rocked her back and forth as she started to lose control, and once again I had a front row seat to her explosive orgasm. She growled and grunted as her body spasmed, thrashing against me violently.

When she tried to come down off her high, I had other plans. I rolled over, keeping my cock buried in her, and put her down on the bed. I picked her up with one arm under her butt and crawled a little to get us more firmly on the bed, then started fucking her proper.

I gave her no time to rest or recover and she gasped to catch a breath as I pistoned into her from above. I figured if the second orgasm came so easily after the first then maybe I could conjure a few more without much trouble.

I performed my summoning ritual with abandon, launching myself into her sweet, giving depths with long strokes. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open and gasping between moans. Her hands were all over me, holding, pushing, pulling, unable to find a place or purpose as her body remained completely focused on her pussy. I filled my hand with her breast, holding it firmly but not roughly, and gave her nipple a gentle squeeze. She moaned louder.

I wanted to kiss her, to have my mouth on her, in her, all of her. I couldn't touch her enough, I couldn't plunge deep enough, I couldn't get enough of her skin against mine. All I could to was fuck her hard, joining her in delirious pleasure.

"From behind!" she gasped, barely able to speak. Her hands landed in my hair and she pulled my face to her. "Take me from behind!"

I got up quickly and helped her up and over, and in a moment she was on her knees in front of me. Her short legs put her low so I put her legs together and spread mine wide to meet her at the right angle. I took her little ass in my hands and slid quickly down to the hilt, buried in her tight little pussy once more.

Something came over Susie as I took control of her from behind. She had shown no lack of intensity before, but something about this position turned her lust up to eleven. She growled when I slid my cock into her, a low sexy, throaty noise. She turned her face back to me and through clenched teeth she barked her order.

"Fuck me! Fuck me HARD!" She had tensed up, her lungs were heaving, her nostrils flaring -- she looked intense, fired up and ready to fuck like hell.

"Yes, ma'am!"

I took a commanding grip on her hips, slid back until only the swollen, aching head of my cock was lodged in her needy hole, then drove it home like a railroad spike. BOOM! And BOOM! And BOOM! I thrashed her little body about as hard as I dared and sent her hands scrambling for something to hold, some stability against the raging storm behind her. No way, sweetie -- you want it hard, you get it hard.

Instead of thrusting into her I started pulling her back into me more. That foiled her attempts to grab the headboard and she quickly gave up, pressing her hands into the mattress to keep me from making a complete rag doll out of her. 

I slapped into her little ass over and over and my balls swung forward to crash against her clit. She was howling, grunting and moaning like an animal in heat. She fell down on the bed and reached back to grab me, found purchase around my wrist and pulled herself to the side a bit so she could look back at me. She looked like a woman possessed. Lust flowed from her face, from her clenched teeth and snarling lips, from her blazing eyes and disheveled hair matted to her sweating brow. She was a creature of lust, wild and unbridled.

I flipped my hand from her hip to her wrist, then caught her other arm and pulled her white-knuckled grip from the headboard. I held her wrists tightly and used them to pull her into me as every thrust became a thunderous blow to her body. Her face was buried in the blankets to muzzle her shrieks and moans and still she writhed and trembled like she was electrified.

By then I was ready to explode. Not only was the feel of her tight pussy exquisite but the lust and thrill of her face and sounds were encouraging me to a mighty orgasm. I held her wrists tight and drove my cock home over and over, my body possessed by the need to thrust, and thrust, harder, deeper, more, more, more! I roared and filled her with hot cum, instantly feeling the lubrication increase as I continued to thrust. I fucked her hard and unloaded into her pussy until finally the need left me and I stopped. I let go of her wrists and she fell forward. I fell with her, keeping my cock buried in her warm depths.

She was gasping for air and I wasn't in much better shape. I held most of my weight up by my hands but lowered myself onto her back, pressing her down into the bed. I nuzzled into her hair, nibbling her neck and ear as we recovered and the occasional aftershock rumbled through me.

I moved inside her, gently, slowly. What started as a motion born of my heavy breathing became slightly more, a slight thrust, a subtle grind. My cock felt better when it was moving against the walls of her sweet pussy, and after a few minutes I was slowly fucking her again from behind. I know how my dick works and I knew if I was going to get a second orgasm out of him I would have to hurry it up. I was fairly surprised it hadn't deflated in the minutes after that first one, but I guess Susie just had that something special to keep me going.

I pushed myself up and straddled her, half sitting on her thighs with my hands on her ass. I started rocking my hips quickly and concentrated on that second blast. I had done it a few times before but rarely with a woman as exciting as Susie. I hoped I wasn't pushing her too far, but she hadn't been too shy in telling me what she wanted so I figured I was good to go. Plus, as I sped up and started fucking her nice and hard again, her grunts and groans told me I was doing just fine.

I had no subtlety, I just raced for the finish line. No change of pace, no reach-around to get a finger on her clit, I just pounded down into her and let the bed springs push her back up. I was plowing her fast and furious when the feeling started again, that tightness, that swelling, that rising tide of an oncoming orgasm. I redoubled my efforts and fucked her wildly and was soon engulfed in another mind-blowing orgasm, dropping even more slippery jizz into my lover, and once again howling to the rafters as I emptied my lust inside her.

When it was over, I couldn't hold myself up anymore. I fell to the side, my wet cock slipping out and making a bit of a mess. I landed on my back and sucked in oxygen while my well-used member lolled to the side, glistening and sated. Susie crept over and half crawled on top of me, bringing her lovely, sweaty face to hover over me. That smile...the look in her eyes...the only thing better than an orgasm is the look on the face of the one who enjoyed it with you.

We were spent and exhausted, but we had made a serious mess of the bed with at least two wet spots. Susie slipped into the shower while I stripped the sheets and remade the bed with clean linens. When I was done I joined her in the shower and we shared a hot, soapy experience that was far less energetic than the last time we showered together. I enjoyed rubbing my soapy hands all over her body, making sure every square inch was squeaky clean. I was paying special attention to her tenders when she objected.

"Knock it off. I need sleep," Susie said playfully.

"Oh, all right," I pouted in kind. "But don't be surprised if I wake you up in the middle of the night." She just smiled at that.

We dried off, brushed our teeth and crawled into the crisp, clean bed, ready for slumber. Susie rolled onto her side and snuggled up to me as I spooned her from behind. She felt perfect, naked and warm in my arms. I fell asleep quickly and happily.

My dreams were warm and dark, feelings more than pictures. I was happy, wrapped in a smile and buzzing with the afterglow of some damned fine sex. All was right in my universe. 

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I woke slowly, very much aware of Suzy's head on my shoulder, my arm on her back and her naked body pressed against mine on my left side. It was nice. Not for the first time I reflected on our situation and wondered where it might be headed. Last night was a hell of a lot of fun, but there was a discussion that needed to happen. I tried not to fidget for fear of waking her, but she was already awake.

"Did you know you snore?"

"I have heard that. I hope it wasn't a problem."

"It wasn't. I liked it. It was very quiet. Subtle. More like a rumbling purr than an old-man snore. I felt like I was sleeping next to a lion."

"OK, that was awesome. You are like Miracle-Grow for my ego, lady." We shared a laugh and she nuzzled deeper into me.

"You let that ego grow as much as you like. You earned it."

"Have I earned a trip to the bathroom?"

"Oh, go and ruin the moment why don't you? Fine, go." She rolled away from me and off my arm, allowing me to rise. I hurried into the bathroom and finished my critical morning business.

When I returned I lay on my back and she quickly crawled up on me, her head on my chest with her face close to mine, her body half draped over me. She pulled the covers over us to keep in the warmth. Her brown eyes looked up at me, glittering as always, and I could see her wheels turning. She had something to say and I knew what it was. 

"Not now," I said quietly. "Not yet."

"Not yet." she agreed.

"Until then...can you do me a favor?"

"Hmmm? What's that?"

"I've got an itch only you can scratch." I arched an eyebrow at her, leaving little question as to my intention.

"Funny you should mention that. I've got one too. Where's yours?"

"I think you can find it by now." Her hand slithered down under the covers and found my cock. She rolled it around with her fingers, waking him up from his slumber.

"Very good, you found it. Now where's that itch of yours?"

"Right where you left it," she replied coyly. She was being incredibly cute for some reason and I enjoyed it. I reached down and found her itch, right where it should be. I slipped a finger into her folds, igniting her fire once again.

I rolled over on top of her, holding myself up on my elbows so I didn't crush the woman. Her mouth met mine and we kissed deep and slow. She opened her legs to me and I prepared for entry, but I was in no hurry. Her thin, wide lips were delicious and tender, her tongue timid and coy, and her hands roamed my sides with a feathery touch. No, I didn't want to rush this.

We kissed for a while, and before long I was inside her, moving slowly. We made love in the low rays of the morning light and it was beautiful. It was simple and pure and wonderful. I took my time and let it flow naturally. I lowered myself a bit, pressing our bodies together and engulfing the small woman. Her arms snaked around me and held on to my back, gently holding me down.

After a while her noises started to get louder, her breathing heavier, and her kissing more forceful. She was getting close. I sent a hand down beneath her ass to press her more tightly against me, and that extra force only increased our passion. I thrust a little more forcefully, reaching for my own orgasm and hoping we could arrive at the same time. 

She broke her lips away from mine and buried her face in my neck, licking and nipping at my flesh. Her arms held tighter and her body tensed at just the right time. She made little sound as she came, aside from a gentle high-pitched grunt every time I pressed into her. My orgasm arrived just seconds after hers began and I squeezed her tightly, releasing my seed deep inside her. We came together, our bodies exploding in shared ecstasy. 

After it was over, after the tidal wave subsided and the roaring in our ears retreated, we stayed there, unmoving. Just breathing. Just being. After a long while, with my half-swollen member still nestled within her silken folds, I pushed myself up on my free hand. Susie looked up at me, her deep dark eyes half open but speaking loudly. Thankfully, she didn't say a word. She didn't need to.

I picked her up with the hand still underneath her and rolled over, managing to stay inside her as we flipped. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over us and relaxed as Susie made herself comfortable, cooing gently atop my chest. Then I slept.

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Again I woke to a beautiful woman on top of me with her head on my chest and her hair tickling my cheek. This time she was still asleep and I enjoyed the quiet moments. Her breathing was deep and serene and calming. She was light as a feather on top of me, still straddling me though I had fallen out of her some time ago. I wanted to reach up and caress her but didn't want her to wake up yet. I was happy to wait.

After a while her breathing changed and she stirred. She lifted her head and looked at me with bleary, happy eyes. We watched each other for a while in silence; searching, studying. I know what I saw. But I couldn't tell what she saw. 

She kissed me, then pushed herself up, the blanket falling off her naked back. She looked so good...

"I'll be back." She slid off me and went into the bathroom. I just lay there and pondered. This friends-with-benefits thing was outstanding, but far deeper than I expected. I know how to have casual sex and that's how this started, but...was it still? And if not, then what was it? Shit, son -- what have you got yourself into now?

When she returned she held a wet washcloth in her hand. She sat down next to me and pressed the cloth against my naughty bits, cleaning up the mess we had made earlier. She smiled as she cleaned off my penis and I enjoyed her attention immensely. In fact, had she kept it up any longer she would have had another problem on...or rather in...her hands. When she was done she dropped it on the nightstand and laid down next to me, pulling the covers over her.

"We need to talk," she said quietly.

"Agreed."

"I like what we have here. I feel young again and I love it."

"You do feel young. Every inch of you." I let my hand roam her body gently.

"I had no idea how badly I needed sex. Somehow I managed to just let it go and spend all my energy working, but you really woke me up. And I don't want to let that part of me go dormant again."

"Again, agreed."

"But I know what this is, Tim. This is sex, not love, and I know the difference. I need to make sure you do too." She studied my face intently.

"I know what this is too. I enjoy our time together. A LOT, I might add. We are very good for each other right now, and maybe for another week, a month, a year, who knows? But the time will come when this passes and I understand that. We are on the same page."

"Good. I was worried."

"Figured you were so good I'd fall madly in love with you?" Her wide mouth broke into a toothy smile.

"You wouldn't be the first to fall for me. There is another thing, though."

"The office."

"You pay attention. This cannot get around the office, and we need to cool it while we are there. Sarah asked me if there was something going on last week."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. She didn't mention you, but she asked me if I was...'getting some,' she said."

"And you replied?"

"I gave her a line about make-up sex and made it sound like I meant Pete." I loved way she laced the word 'Pete' with such disdain. "But obviously this little adventure has had some effects that people are noticing, so we need to cool it, especially at the office."




Susie, Ascending



"As long as you still wear that miniskirt occasionally, agreed."

"Why do you like that skirt so much?"

"You have to ask? How many times have I told you how glorious your lower half is?" I threw off the covers and sat up quickly, then grabbed Susie by the hips and pretty much flipped her over on her belly. She let out a squeal and a laugh as I man-handled her. I pulled her legs together and straddled her calves. I leaned forward, putting my face right above her stunning ass.

"This, right here," I said, both hands on her tight little cheeks, "Is solid gold. Your ass is a national treasure." I traced my fingers across her skin, outlining her bum and making her squirm as I tickled her. "If I could buy stock in this ass I would invest every spare penny. If this ass were running for president, I would be its campaign manager." She was laughing now as I built up some steam for my homage to her posterior. "If this ass were a sports team it would be looking for a three-pete. If this ass were a piece of land, it would be a national park. A very little one, I might add. If this ass were edible...wait. Let me check..."

I took a big, playful bite on her left ass check and she screamed in amused surprise. I kissed the red spot and rubbed away any slight pain I might have given her.

"This one I call Bella. She is the shy, demure one. She likes poetry and art and hopes to open a gallery of erotic sculpture someday. This one, "I put my tongue on her right cheek, licking her and leaving a long, wet trail, "I'll call...Sasha! She is the wild one, the life of the party, the one who'll try anything once. She likes the blues and film noir."

"I had no idea my buttocks were so individualized. I tend to think of them as a matched set. They should be twins, shouldn't they?"

"Not at all. Well, to the untrained eye, maybe. But to a man who is this perceptive, knowledgeable and articulate...and close!" I nipped at Sasha, pulling another squeal from Susie. "No, to me they are as individual as night and day, sun and moon...OK, no, they are both the moon I guess." Again we laughed at the absurdity of the whole scene, but I was starting to get horny again so I thought I'd push a little.

"Ah, but what's this?" I nipped at the bottom of her left cheek (Bella, if you are keeping track) and continued to nuzzle and nip and lick my way around her left side, traveling the full outer curve of her lovely bum, then coming around the middle to land at the top of her crack. I nibbled there at the opening, wiggling my tongue down just an inch.

"Bella and Sasha have a friend! Who might this be, I wonder..." I spread her cheeks a little and slithered my tongue lower, nipping and nuzzling my way down her crevice. She arched her back a little to bring her ass up. Just before my tongue met her rosebud I stopped.

"My, she is lovely. So shy, she is, hiding way down here. I wonder if she'd like a kiss?" Some girls are mighty sensitive about their back door so I wanted to get permission before going too much further.

"She would," she said in a low, sexy voice. 

Permission granted. I went back down and planted a gentle kiss on her puckered brown eye. I let my tongue wiggle around the hole, gently exploring her nether region while Susie started to purr softly.

"She's nice. I like her. I think I'll call her..."

"No. She already has a name."

"Oh really? Do tell."

"That's Scarlett, dummy."

"Oh really!"

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Susie, Awakened



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Author's Note: This is a bit longer than most of my work as I have tried to develop a full life cycle of attraction growing into sex, so if you prefer the slower build-up(as opposed to an awful lot of my more quick' n' dirty work) then this one might be for you. Also, she is a real person (along with her crazy husband) and I did have impure thoughts about her incredible ass when she was my boss, but otherwise it's all fiction. 

Thanks to my awesome editor Bonniebrea, who, among other things, kept great track of my balls. 

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"What the fuck is wrong with you?! This falls under your department and I'll be God damned if I'm going to have my people mess with it one more God damn time! Now fucking fix it!" 

Pete stormed out of the cubicle and off to parts unknown, angrier than I had ever seen him in the two years I had worked with the company. In his path of attempted devastation were me (it was my cubicle) and my manager, Susie, the target of his unreasonable and unprofessional tantrum. And who also happened to be his wife. 

The turf war had been brewing for days and it finally came to a head in my cube. It was some annoying technical issue that could have been fixed here or there, and both managers insisted it wasn't their responsibility. I thought I had left such behavior behind when I reached middle school. It had started as a disagreement, escalated quickly into an argument, and at some point had transformed into a screaming match fuelled by Pete's flair for the dramatic, Susie's refusal to budge from her position, and apparently a whole boatload of issues on the home front because they got downright personal and nasty. It was a slow motion train wreck from which I could not escape. I had heard that Pete had the capacity to go completely ape shit, but I had never seen it up close and personal like that. 

Susie had stood her ground with a rigid back and an iron will, but after Pete left she deflated into my guest chair, letting go of the tension and collecting herself. Though a small woman, or perhaps because of it, Susie was tough as nails in the office and she had been steadfastly defiant against Pete's tirade. She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes for a moment as she tried to shrug off some of his hurtful words. I felt sorry for the woman; nobody should have to deal with that nonsense at work, let alone from a spouse. I remained silent, as I had for the past ten minutes, but at least I had a little bit of entertainment. It was casual Friday and Susie had worn her miniskirt. Yes, I am a pig. Sorry. 

Pete was around fifty, grey bearded and fatherly if stern and occasionally insane. Susie was at least ten years his junior and still had a fair amount of youthful beauty. She was a small woman with short black hair and deep brown eyes. She also had fabulous legs and I enjoyed her short denim skirt every time she wore it. Her ass was spectacular as well, and I don't have to put a 'for her age' qualifier on it. There were some lines across her pretty face and not much volume to fill out her sweater, but she was a leg-and-ass man's dream. And a damn good boss. 

"I'm sorry you had to hear all that, Tim." she finally said. She looked up at me with tired eyes and a resigned smile on her face. 

"No, I'm sorry you had to hear all that. He was way out of line." 

"He gets that way. How much time will it take you to fix the problem from our side?" 

"A couple of hours. I can get it in for tomorrow night's processing if you want it." She leaned in close and spoke quietly but with a passionate edge to her normally dry and professional voice. 

"If you fix that fucking thing I'll fire you. It's a ten minute fix on his side and I will not budge on this." She softened the threat with a smile and a wink, clearly serious only about not giving in to Pete. 

"Susie, please forgive me if this is out of line, but you kick ass." She smiled and rose, patted me on the shoulder and left. And yes, I leaned back to watch her tight little ass wiggle away until she turned the corner. 

Over the next few weeks I started to notice some changes. I've always worked better later in the day so I routinely stayed late to get serious work done, and I noticed that Susie started to keep similar hours. Scuttlebutt had it that Pete was coming in at O-dark-thirty in the morning so it was pretty obvious that they were doing their best to avoid each other at home. Tensions rose in the office any time they had to be in the same room so some of us lower level workers felt very much in the middle of it all. 

Work started to pile up, and since I was a single guy and hoping to climb the company ladder I poured extra hours into the place. Fortunately the office building had a small gym on the ground floor and that helped me keep my sanity when putting in 14 hour days. One day I had come in before dawn and had skipped my lunch hour, working straight through until after 6 PM. I was beat, but there was more to do. I needed a break. 

I changed into my workout clothes and put in an energetic hour on the machines, took a quick shower, slipped into something more comfortable, and went back upstairs. By then it was well after 7:00 and I expected the place to be empty. I strode into the cubicle farm, invigorated and refreshed, prepared to spend another hour or two slaying the dragon of the day. I settled in to my chair and woke up my computer, cracked my knuckles and said something to the computer that I would regret about three seconds later. 

"Bend over, bitch! I'm gonna fuck you rotten!" 

"What!?" 

"Holy shit -- Susie?" 

"That's a little bit beyond 'inappropriate,' Tim." she snapped from the next cubicle. 

I was terrified. Adrenaline flooded my veins, setting my muscles on fire and dipping my skin in ice water. I sat there dumbstruck as she came around the cubicle maze and entered my den. Still in her daily business suit, she set her hands on her hips and arched an eyebrow high. Her face was grim and disapproving. 

"Explain yourself." 

"I am so sorry, Susie. I thought I was alone in here." Her withering gaze didn't flinch. 

"And what exactly are you talking about?" 

"Um...well, I've been here since 6 AM and I was feeling pretty beat, so I went down to the gym and got in a furious little workout to recharge the batteries, and when I got back up here I was just....enthusiastic, I guess. Seriously, I would never have said that if I thought there was another person around. That was completely inappropriate and I am very sorry to have offended you." She let me stew in guilt for a few moments more, boring in on me with those flashing eyes. I figured that if looks could kill I'd be a pile of ash. 

"HA! Gotcha!" she laughed, a smile breaking across her face. She dropped her little frame in my guest chair and relaxed. "I was just playing with you." Her smile was playful and kind, but the weariness in her eyes was hard to ignore. 

"That was mean, Susie. I just about shit myself." 

"Don't shit yourself. That will wind up on your performance review. Why the hell have you been here since 6 AM?" I rattled off a long list of projects I had in process and I won't bore you with those details, but the end result was that she was mighty impressed. 

"Are you looking for a raise or something?" 

"A raise, a promotion, a trophy, a medal, a parade -- whatever I can get." She laughed at that. 

"Reviews are in three months and I'll see what I can do for you then. Don't hold your breath on the parade though. But that's enough overtime for one day. Nothing on that list is so critical that you need to burn any more midnight oil. You are done for the evening. This place is doo damn depressing to spend another minute here. Get out." 

I still have no idea where the next line came from, but it just flopped out of my mouth before I could really evaluate the wisdom of it. 

"The only thing more depressing would be to have to go to dinner alone. Come have dinner with me and I'll tell you all about that promotion I deserve." 

I saw it on her face immediately -- I had fucked up. I had just asked my married boss out to dinner. I didn't mean it that way, I swear, I was just feeling a bit giddy after being let off the hook when I thought I was busted. I had miscalculated badly and I was about to stammer my way out of it when Susie took care of it for me. 

"Why not?" It was a reserved, tired tone, not an excited 'throw caution to the wind' tone. I still felt nervous as hell as I shut down the computer and we got ready to leave. I needed to be on my toes and not get too casual with the boss. I dialed up my game face and prepared myself for an evening on my toes. We wound up at an Applebee's knockoff just around the corner and ordered. Susie pretty quickly let her hair down. 

"If I wasn't driving I'd have a Margarita or four. Are you a drinker?" 

"I think I am one of those terrible binge drinkers you hear about on the news. If I am going to drink I tend to tie one on pretty good, but otherwise I don't really have a casual drink here and there." That wasn't particularly true, but after I let that binge drinker comment out I figured I should do a little damage control. "If I am going to do a thing I like to hit it hard and do it right." 

"I like that about you. You've been a real asset to the team and I appreciate your hard work. I think your raise request is a slam dunk." 

"I like to hear that. Maybe I'll get rip-roaring drunk this weekend to celebrate." 

"Don't hurt yourself," she said with a smile, patting my hand quickly in a very non-suggestive way. Well, I'm sure it was non-suggestive from her point o view, but of course it suggested a few things to me. 

We chatted easily through the meal, avoiding any talk of Pete and their issues. We did have a few laughs at the expense of some of our coworkers, but mostly we were good and the meal passed quickly. After the bill was paid I walked her to her car and she left. I took a deep breath and finally allowed myself to relax. That hadn't been nearly as bad as I expected, but I had still remained vigilant the whole time and it had been slightly draining. I was proud of myself that the meal had been completely professional. I drove home with the intention of slaughtering a few beers, but exhaustion took me pretty quickly after I got there. 

The next couple of weeks were uneventful. Pete and Susie continued to work strange hours, him coming in early and her staying late. She found her way into my cubicle more often than before but it was never weird or inappropriate. Unfortunately, more time in my guest chair meant more opportunity for shit to hit the fan in front of me again. It happened shortly before 4:00 on a Thursday afternoon. Susie had been in my cubicle no more than 60 seconds when Pete stormed in. 

"Your office. Now." Then he was gone. Susie's face darkened considerably and her jaw clenched but she didn't budge. She just went on with our discussion. 

"The name field on this form needs to be conditionally expanded to handle abnormally long names. I need you to scan the database and get us some statistics on any names that exceed the allotted space on the current forms and then look into methods to get those names displayed correctly. Bring me your research and your suggestions when you are ready. I'd rather not have to design a whole new form but if that is the path of least resistance then we might as well..." 

"Right fucking now!" Pete had returned and was in such a rage I was afraid he intended violence. Not that I was worried for myself -- I'm six-feet one of hard, lean gym rat and I could have pounded that old coot into a pile of bloody mush -- but Susie was a petite little flower and might have been in some danger if he really came off the hook. But there was some steel in that magnolia. 

"Pete, I am busy. Fuck off." She turned back to me and went on, while Pete just about blew a gasket behind her. He stared at us for a few moments and then disappeared. Susie and I finished quickly and she sat back in the guest chair, marshaling her energy for the meeting to come. 

"Anything I can do?" 

"Call 911 if you hear a gunshot." 

"Seriously, he looked that angry. I truly am concerned for your safety." 

"No, I'd be the one shooting him. And I don't have a gun, so don't worry about it. I've lived with his tough-guy routine for years and I'm not concerned. I used to take his shit at home but never -- never," and she punctuated the word with a finger stabbing down onto the desk, "at work. SO...now I'm going to go do half a dozen things I don't really need to do, just to make him stew in it." And she left, visibly squaring her shoulders as if preparing for a fight, which I suppose she was. The next half hour was a nervous one as I waited for something to erupt between them, and sure enough, just before 5:00 the gasoline and the match got together. 

I heard the door slam first, and I got up for a trip to the water fountain, the long way around that took me past her door and through the rest of our team's area. Most of my coworkers are early birds and get to work before 7:00 AM so they can scatter by 4:00. Our little corner was deserted aside from me and the Rock'em Sock'em robots in Susie's office. I admit it, I eavesdropped. 

It started on a work issue, though Pete's demeanor was somewhere between drill sergeant and raving lunatic. Susie started out in a low, dry tone and countered his hysterics with logic. For a while. After about ten minutes it was nonstop screeching and bellowing and it had nothing to do with business and I figured it was time I bugged out. I went back to my cubicle and put my headphones on, though I kept the MP3 player turned all the way down. Sure enough, the door flew open a few minutes later and Pete stomped out, tossing a growled "Fuck you, cunt!" over his shoulder. I was mildly surprised not to see blood on his white shirt as he passed my cube. 

I kept my head down and made it look like I was working. I could hear Pete slamming things around his office, presumably packing up for the day with an extra helping of wrath to make it noisier. Then he huffed down the hall and into the elevator, stomping and fuming audibly. It was a hell of a show, fit for any pre-school aged child or raving psychopath. A few minutes later Susie showed up. 

"You were here for that?" Her severe tone and stony face made it clear that a succinct answer was required. 

"Yes." 

"Do me a favor. Write up what you saw and heard in an e-mail and save it." And she left. Wow. That was a move to document abuse and alert HR, a paper trail of evidence to be used against Pete. I did as she asked and conveniently left out some of the choice phrases I heard her fling at her husband. Once finished, I went back to my work, but I have to admit I was still a bit dazed and was really only picking at it. Around 5:30 she came back, coat on and briefcase in hand. 

"Pack up. Lets go." 

"Um, OK." I shut down the PC and grabbed my coat. "Where to?" 

"Margaritas. Lots of them. Move it." She was angry as hell and spoke in a staccato attack that brooked no argument. This was the seriously-pissed-off-do-not-fuck-with-me Susie and her dark eyes were absolutely flashing with intensity. I moved my ass quick. We went to the same place as last time and she quickly ordered a pitcher of margaritas and shots of tequila. She didn't say a word to me until the shots arrived. 

"Listen, you heard something I would have preferred you not hear this afternoon and I'm...well I don't know if I am angry at you or not. Probably not. Hell, I've got enough anger from THAT asshole to last me a lifetime so I might just be projecting. Alright, it's not your fault, but either way you are in it now so you are stuck with it. Now here's the important part; not a fucking word about this at the office, you hear me? I will not have my personal issues the subject of water cooler gossip, at least no more than that son of a bitch has already made it that way. Not one fucking word. Say it." She stuck her finger in my face like a weapon. I'm not one to get pushed around, but at 24, in my first job out of college, with a spitfire powerhouse like Susie aiming her senior manager powers at me on the end of her finger, I folded right quick. I didn't want to be anywhere near this woman's bad side. 

"Not one fucking word. Yes ma'am." 

"Good. Now drink up." She downed her shot in a flash and I followed right behind her. "I'm getting drunk tonight and your job is to make sure I don't wind up in a hospital or in jail. Now where the hell are my margaritas?" 

Susie was angry and snappish for the next hour until half a pitcher had disappeared down her throat. A nonstop tirade of venom poured out of her mouth, all aimed at Pete. I learned things I really shouldn't have known, but I guess I'm a bit of a voyeur at heart so I ate it up and encouraged her to tell me more. The view into Susie's life was far more intimate than an employee should have with their boss, but after the 'not one fucking word' speech she never acted like my boss. She was just a very angry woman who could no longer suppress her rage. Once her bile ran dry she seemed to deflate like the Incredible Hulk turning back into Dr. Banner. She sat back, took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully, as if blowing away the last of her anger. Then she actually smiled, a wistful, exhausted thing that really showed the relief she felt at getting all that off her chest. 

"I cannot believe I just did that to you. You must think I am completely crazy." 

"Not at all. You had an awful lot of steam in there and you needed to let it out. Hell, you might have popped if you kept that in any longer." 

"Yeah, you aren't kidding. Still, I feel like I imposed on you and I apologize." 

"No worries. I'm not one to say no to a pretty lady who needs an ear to bend." 

"Pretty lady?" She sent an eyebrow arching upward. 

"You heard me." I looked her right in the eye with my best charming smile. I figured if we were off the reservation then we might as well be off the reservation. And while I meant that primarily as a general compliment to bolster her attitude, I didn't mind if she took it to be a flirtation. I planted the seed and then I watched to see if it would grow. 

"I already promised you the raise." 

"OK, new rule. You got to wag your finger in my face with rules so now it's my turn." I leaned over and stuck my finger in her face just as she had done to me. "In here, you are not my boss. You are just Susie and I am just Tim. You hear me?" She tried to maintain a stern face, but the alcohol brought out the giggles and she burst into laughter instead. 

"Yes sir!" she exclaimed, raising her glass for a toast. I clinked mine to hers and we drank deeply, the mood suddenly much lighter than it had been. 

We continued to drink, eventually ordering some munchies to thin out the alcohol. I was still young and not too far removed from my college days so my tolerance was pretty high. But Susie, high powered as she may be, was a petite little thing and the booze hit her hard. After the pitcher I switched to water but she had a few more drinks and she was feeling no pain. We did flirt a little bit that evening, but for the most part we kept it rated PG and just told stories about our past or gossiped about people in the office. The pyrotechnics in her office never came up again. 

The clock leaped forward as it often does when you are having fun, and all too soon it was time to go home. 

"OK, I quit drinking a couple hours ago so I'm OK to drive. You, young lady, are not. Do you want me to drop you off or do you want a cab?" 

"Oh, Pete would shit all over himself if he saw someone from work dropping me off drunk. I am half tempted to do that just to piss him off." She sighed deeply, letting go of the idea. "But I'll be taking a cab. I already asked the bartender to call one for me on my last trip to the ladies room." 




Susie, Awakened



"Fair enough. I just need to make sure I've done my chivalric duty." 

"Nice to know there are still gentlemen in the world. Let's go outside and see if the cab is here yet." We went out into the brisk evening air. It felt good after the somewhat stale, aroma-filled atmosphere in the restaurant. Her cab had arrived so we said our goodbyes and Susie had one last thing to say. 

"Listen, I appreciate what you did for me tonight. I realize it was a pretty serious imposition and not at all appropriate, but... Well, what's done is done. I owe you a great big one. Thank you." I held the door open for her a she got in. Just before I closed the door I left her with something to think about. 

"You want to thank me? Wear that denim mini skirt tomorrow." I didn't give her time to respond as I closed the door, and then she was off. I watched the tail lights of the yellow Crown Vic join the rest of the traffic, wondering what the hell I had just done. Way to go, dumb ass. Torpedo a perfectly good evening with one small spasm of stupidity. I went home very annoyed with myself and worried about the talking to I would no doubt receive the next day. 

Imagine my surprise when, around 9:30 the next morning, Susie slipped into my guest chair and crossed her fabulous bare legs which jutted out of the very denim miniskirt I had mentioned. My smile was hard to contain. 

"This one?" she asked with a fetching smile. 

"That one," I replied, not being shy about looking at her legs. After the long visual crawl from ankles to hemline I looked her in the face and saw her blush deeply behind a mysterious smile. The blush quickly turned into a deeper discomfort and she stood, her hands suddenly fighting for something to do. 

"I knew this was a bad idea,' she mumbled as she turned and left. 

That little episode left me wondering what the hell was going on. She came in like a schoolgirl all ready to show off, and then seconds later she scampered away in what appeared to be shame. The poor girl was flummoxed, apparently. I knew how she felt. We were moving in an odd direction and I wasn't sure which way I wanted it to go. Did I have some physical attraction for her? Definitely. But here I was about to get in the middle of a very messy marriage and that just looked like a world of trouble I didn't need. As nice as that view had been, I was regretting my parting words the previous night. And then of course there was the issue of her being my supervisor. Dumb ass. 

Later that day Susie came into my cubicle again, but this time she came in fast and had an agenda. 

"Bring up the month-end billing report. Quickly!" She was standing and had bent over at the waist to put our heads close together, presumably so we could both see the screen easily. Or so I thought. I brought up the report and she quickly started talking gibberish about it, sort of starting a conversation in the middle and talking a little louder than necessary. I glanced back at the opening to my cube and noticed two things; first, Susie's stance must have really looked sexy from the back, and second, Pete was in the doorway looking at us with a hell of a scowl on his face. After that quick glance I was extremely uncomfortable but I followed her lead and answered her questions as best I could. Finally she decided her show was done. 

"So, can you have that done by mid-day tomorrow?" She stood up straight and stepped back, allowing me to turn in my seat a bit and face her. 

"No troubles. Oh, Hi Pete." Susie turned to look at him but showed no surprise at his presence. 

"What?" she said brusquely. Pete just deepened his scowl and walked away. After a moment Susie turned to me with a giant smile. "Ha! Got him! Thanks. You understand that was all bullshit back there?" 

"Yeah, you pretty much asked me to break laws both municipal and physical so I hope you were joking. What the hell was that about?" She demurred a bit, not wanting to explain herself. Then she found an elegant way out of it. 

"I wanted to piss him off, and it worked. Can I count on your help in the future if I get another opportunity?" What was it I was just saying about regretting my forwardness with my boss? 

"Susie, with the right kind of payment I'll take a baseball bat to his knees for you." 

Yeah, so I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. Susie just smiled and walked away. I'm sure the extra wiggle in her tight little ass as she left was entirely my imagination. Again, my baser instincts won out and I looked for something I had no real need to know -- Pete and Susie's weekend hours. The system kept logs of who signed on at what time and it was easy to track a person's comings and goings if you knew how. Sure enough, I found exactly what I had absolutely no legitimate reason to know; Susie spent a lot of time in the office on Saturdays and Pete did the same on Sundays. 

The day finally ended and I hit the street with plans to see a ballgame with a few friends. I had a good time, but my mind kept creeping back into the office. Stupid brain! I did my best to subdue it with overpriced ballpark beer and by the 7th inning stretch I was fairly drunk and back where I belonged. Thankfully my buddies were more reserved than I and were able to drop my drunk ass at my front door late that evening. 

I woke up with only a mild hangover, thanks to youth and a couple of Advil before falling asleep. I had no plans for the day so I lounged in bed for a while, trying not to think about the office. But of course that's all I could think about. What the hell was I doing? It started out innocently enough when I was just helping out my boss, but then it started to morph into something else. 

I started weighing the pros and cons of where this might lead. If things went bad I was looking at the loss of my job and a potential stain on my professional record if I couldn't use this job for references. Hell, if things went especially bad then I could see the real possibility of a physical confrontation with Pete, and that could easily end in violence which could even end in a criminal arrest. A criminal fucking arrest! And what did I stand to gain in the best case scenario? I'd get my cock into Susie. If all the stars aligned and lady luck took a keen interest in me, the best I could hope for here was to have her bent over her desk and to see my dick sliding between Susie's tight little ass cheeks as she wailed and grunted. 

And then the only thing in my head was the image of Susie's hard, sexy little body writhing on the end of my cock. I think I shouldn't have saved the "pros" for last. God damn it. 

I showered and shaved, cleaned up real good and then tried my best not to go into the office. Perhaps I could have tried a bit harder. I dropped into my desk chair at 9:30 and fired up the PC, trying to be quiet...but not too quiet. Susie's door was closed but I couldn't tell if she was in there. I did my best to put in some quality work hours but I found myself doubling back to fix more errors than normal. Still, after I got into a few things I was in the groove and actually forgot what I was trying to forget. Of course that's when she found me. 

"Is somebody out there?" I thought I had heard a door open but I hadn't paid any attention. Apparently Susie had come out of her den. I stuck my hand up over the cubicle wall, not really thinking about the fact that Susie is short and couldn't see over them and certainly couldn't see me waving at her. 

"Howdy, boss." In a moment she was sliding into my guest chair, dressed in blue jeans and a frumpy t-shirt. 

"Damn workaholic. Why are you here?" 

"Just catching up. Lots of work to do, you know." She knew damn well that I didn't have anything that pressing on my plate since everything came through her. 

"Liar. You need to get a life." 

"Hey now! I have a life, thank you very much. Just last night I went to the Indians game with some friends. I got shit faced drunk and made an ass of myself in front of ten thousand people. I'm a downright party animal so don't be coming in here looking to make me out to be some kind of Sir Works-a-lot. Savvy?" She tried to hold in the laugh but it burst out pretty quickly. It came with a smile that really lightened her demeanor and brought out her beauty. 

"Ha! Sir Works-a-lot. That's your new nickname. I will absolutely never let you live that one down." 

"Shit. You are a cruel one, lady." 

"Oh, lighten up, sourpuss. There are worse nicknames." 

"Yeah? And what's yours?" 

"My nickname? I don't think I've had one since college." 

"And...?" 

"I'll tell you one of them. They called me The Q. Like Susie Q, but it got shortened to just Q" 

"I can see that. That's a good one. It's personal but not weird or likely to get you in trouble in polite company. So there were others?" 

"Nope." It was a flat denial that screamed the opposite. The amused look on her face told me there were, and they might be interesting. I stared at her for a moment, one eyebrow slightly raised, waiting. She stared right back, a defiant smile on her pretty face. "What were your nicknames in college?" Way to change the subject, Susie. I let it drop, but I vowed to myself to find out some day. 

"Well, the one that stuck was Straps, and there is no terrible secret to that one. I was new in the house and one of the older brothers forgot my name so he was just fumbling for something to call me. I happened to be adjusting the straps on my backpack at the time so he called me Straps. I actually perpetuated that for a few weeks and then it stuck." 

"Straps? That seems so...random. Why did you want that one?" 

"Some of my pledge mates nicknames included Anal Wart, Tom Blowchow, and Marty McFuck-nut. It was out of self-preservation because I didn't want to be Paulie Piss Pants or something just as lovely." Susie got a good laugh out of the ridicule of my fellow pledges, as had many people before her. It was nice to see her happy. 

"Ok, now I'll be fighting the rest of the day to get the term 'anal wart' out of my head. Thanks a lot." She rose to go, apparently done with me. 

"Anytime you need inappropriate and off color humor, I'm your man." 

"Yeah, I imagine you are. Don't work too hard, Tim." 

By the time I left at about 2:30 she had come over three more times. We chatted easily, laughed a fair amount and generally flirted the day away. I got very little else done and loved every moment of it. For a little while we were just a boy and a girl enjoying each other's company. It was fun, it was easy, and it was exciting. Of course as soon as I left I started mentally kicking myself. It was the same old tune -- what the hell are you thinking? Well, that should be pretty clear by now. 

Things were predictably a little weird the following week. Susie spent a bit of extra time in my office, and while we did tone it down there was still a slowly growing electricity in the air. The flirting was muted but still progressing. Friday she showed up in a new miniskirt that was just as generous to her legs as the denim one I had enjoyed so many times before, and she was in my guest chair early to show it off. She never said a word about it of course, but by then there was a lot that didn't need to be said. 

Saturday showed up right on schedule and I had another decision to make. Well, I had already made it really. I guess I just needed to wrestle with my conscience a bit more to make it seem like I had reservations. I took a workout bag this time, intending to hit the gym for a while if I needed an excuse to escape. Or something. I wasn't quite sure what the hell I was doing, quite frankly. 

I saw Susie's car in the lot as I drove in, but I didn't announce myself to her as I went to my desk. I made just enough noise to let her know. Sure enough, she came out to visit shortly thereafter. The mom jeans and frumpy t-shirt from the previous weekend had been replaced with shorts of the extra-short variety and a cute little sleeveless blouse that hung on her in just the right way. I don't think I can describe this well, but her top just seemed to accentuate the fact that she was naked underneath. Maybe that was all in my head, but to me her outfit seemed very well designed to get, and keep, my attention. Her small feet were wrapped in strappy sandals and her well-kept toenails were freshly coated in a purple/pink polish. Nice to know I wasn't the only one thinking naughty thoughts. 

"You just can't stay away from this place, can you?" she asked brightly, her bare legs crossed and well displayed for my viewing pleasure. 

"There is a certain undeniable allure to the office nowadays." She smiled wider at the veiled compliment, her fidgeting hands betraying her nerves. 

"So am I giving you too much work? Is that why you keep coming in on Saturdays?" A rush of adrenaline hit me on that one. Do I come out and say it? Do I say to her face that I came in on the hope that I could fuck her? I wanted to go right for it, and maybe she wanted me to do exactly that, but it was too much, too fast. I kept my reply in the realm of flirtation as much as I could. 

"I'm just an 'extra mile' kind of guy. I need to make sure that whenever you need something...or want something...you know I'm the one who can deliver." Yeah, like that wasn't a very simple code for 'if you want my cock, it's yours.' Susie certainly received that message loud and clear and it was very obvious that we were not flirting so much as circling each other, looking for the opening that would let us proceed. Maybe I should have just stood up and taken my dick out. 

Susie was a mess of excitement and trepidation, and while her hands roamed her knees and thighs with a random, nervous energy my eyes followed them closely, imagining those hands to be mine. She saw my eyes, then noticed what she was doing and quickly stopped, folding her hands in her lap. Then she fled. 

"OK, you just uh...you do your thing and I'm going back to my office. Come see me if you, ah...need anything." She left little to the imagination in that statement...or maybe my imagination was just blind to any other possibilities. She moved too quickly for me to really enjoy the view of those shorts on her ass, but the glimpse I did catch was heavenly. 

So there we were, separated by about 20 feet and connected by a tightly wound cord of desire. It was uncomfortable, to say the least. I kept tossing the problem around in my head; I'm the man so I should be the one to make the move, but she's the boss so she should be the one to make the move, etc. It was exhausting. I stood up more than once, intending to march right in there and scoop her up in my arms, but I chickened out each time. Why was it so damned hard to go and fuck my boss? 

Finally I decided I needed a distraction. I locked up the computer and grabbed my workout bag and headed for Susie's office. She was reading a magazine and her computer was off, or at least on sleep mode, meaning she wasn't doing much more than I was. As I knocked on her door frame she looked up, a little too excitedly for a purely professional visit. She saw the bag and quickly asked about it. 

"What's with the bag? Planning a sleepover? You can't enjoy the office that much." 

"Oh, I think you'd be surprised how much I could enjoy this office." Damn, man! Just do it! "I just wanted to let you know that I was going down to the gym for a workout. I seem to have a lot of nervous energy right now and I need to find an outlet for it." Oh, why the fuck didn't I just say it?! Her eyes were roaming my long frame freely and there was no damn reason to prolong this. 

"Yeah, I know how that feels. OK, I know where you are if I need you." Go for it! Go for it! I turned, put a hand on the door, and paused, every nerve screaming and a belly full of adrenaline churning away inside me. I looked over my shoulder at her. 

"And do you need me?" She took a long moment to reply, but she had apparently wrestled her demons already. When she spoke it was with a deep passion I had not heard from her before. 

"You damn well know I do." 

I closed the door and dropped the bag on the floor, then turned to face her. She stood behind her desk, trembling on suddenly weak knees. With the bullshit out of the way I felt like an uncaged beast and everything fell into place. The frustration and tension of the past few weeks flowed out of me and I made it known. I stepped toward her, directly at the desk and between her two guest chairs. I grabbed them and heaved them out of my way, removing obstacles from my path and being a bit of a cave man. Susie took my cue very quickly and swept away what little detritus there was on her neat desk. The phone, desk blotter, magazine and a few other things clattered to the floor. A wild grin split her lovely face. 

"I always wanted to do that!" 

I crooked a finger at her, inviting her to come straight over the desk. She crawled up and crossed the desk, rising to her knees as she reached my side, coming nose to nose with me. We stopped, an inch away, not touching as we soaked in the excitement. Her smell, the flecks of hazel in her deep brown eyes, the glow of her tan Mediterranean skin, her breath, every essence of her presence flowed over me and I drank her in as she did me. 

I put my hands on her bare knees and sent a jolt through her body. I moved my hands up her thighs, across the curve of her hips, up the billowy top and across her breasts, then up to her collar bones and neck, finally sliding my fingers into her hair and pulling her face to mine. As my hands travelled her body she tensed up like a bowstring drawn tight. When our lips met that tension released almost violently. She met me with a desperately hungry mouth, all pushing tongue and nipping teeth, her hands flying into my hair and across my arms and down my torso. Her wild hands needed to touch as much of me as they could as fast as they could, and I understood her needs all too well. 

I let my hands fall from her black hair and found the hem of her shirt. I lifted it up and she obliged by raising her arms to let me slip it off her. The white fabric quickly left her skin and flowed over her head and off and she was topless. I took her by the ribcage and pulled her up a bit as I leaned down to take her right breast into my mouth. Her hands finally landed in my hair, holding me to her as I suckled her dark, hard nipple, gently rolling it around with my tongue. Her flesh was salty and sweet, perfumed and perfect. Her breasts were small but that just allowed me to give them better attention. I sucked most of her tit into my mouth and slowly licked her skin while my hands roamed her flesh. I switched my attention to the other side and started to work on her belt, becoming desperate to get inside her. 

The belt buckle gave way and the button was next, and almost before the zipper was down her shorts were falling off her slender hips. Only her little pink panties, no doubt newly bought from Victoria's Secret for this very moment were left, and they didn't last long. I took a firm grip on one side with both hands and flexed, ripping them off her body. She squealed at that and let go of my head, leaning back as I pulled the remains down her leg. 

I stepped back and dropped my pants as she set her naked ass on the edge of desk, splitting her legs wide for me. I was already hard and there was nothing left to slow us down. I moved forward and slid easily into her soaking wet pussy as our arms wrapped around each other. Her perfect legs moved around me and my hands found her hips, pulling her more fully onto my cock. I wanted to go slow but I had no breaks, no way to hold in my lust anymore. I pounded into her hard, each thrust ending in a slap as our bodies thrashed against each other. 

Susie was silent, though her face was contorted in a mask of ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent O. When I thrust, she held her breath, trying hard to make no sound, so naturally my only desire was to make her bark out her passion at the top of her lungs. 




Susie, Awakened



I put my arms underneath her legs and grabbed her little ass, picking her up off the desk. She quickly got a good grip around my neck and held on as I moved her up and down, grinding her against me. My cock was buried deep and most of her weight landed on her clit as I moved her up and down. That was too much and she finally released a long, shuddering moan, followed by grunts as I bounced her on my dick. 

After a while I took a wide stance and started moving her out and back, thrusting into her rather than grinding her against me. She slapped into me each time and the grunts became gasps. Still she tried to keep it quiet, so I fucked her harder. Through teeth tightly clenched she held back the passion trying to erupt from her throat, but she never had a chance. I slammed her against me harder and faster and in moments she was grasping at my neck like a drowning woman, lost in the spasms of a deep orgasm. The sound she made was somewhere between a scream and a groan, a deep throaty noise that was a hell of a lot louder than I expected. If I hadn't been enjoying myself so much I might have wondered if that might have been heard on other floors. 

I held her tight through her climax, doing my best to keep the same motion without dropping her. Little chance of that -- she was latched on to me so hard it hurt. Her little body was tight as a drum while I drove into her, and she gasped for air while I man-handled her to my will. As she came down from her high she relaxed in my arms and I stopped fucking her, just letting her deflate into me. I stepped forward and set her on the desk and she quickly reclined. I was far from done but I wasn't sure where she was at, so I moved her by the hips just a little so I wouldn't be knocking my balls into the edge of the desk, and I started a slow, gentle movement in and out of her. 

I held up her legs, my hands on her ankles, and watched her as I fucked her. With the initial passion somewhat sated, I could spend a little more time looking at her and noticing her details. She was tight, even so fully aroused as she was, and she felt wonderful on my flesh. Her legs were every bit as firm as they looked and it was a pleasure to caress them. I decided to tell her about it. 

"You wore that denim miniskirt three days after I started here. Oh, these perfect legs of yours, walking around in that scandalous little skirt. Mmm! I've been dreaming of this moment since then." I let my hands roam her legs as I spoke. "But as good as your legs are, it's this incredible little ass that made me hard so many times. I used to fantasize about you in meetings. I used to wish I could crawl under the table and wiggle my face in between your legs." 

She smiled deeply at my words, still breathing heavily from her orgasm, but said nothing. Propped up on her elbows, her small tits were well presented in front of me and I loved the view. I had a great urge to suck and lick her dark nipples again but that would mean taking my cock out of her gripping pussy, and I wasn't ready to let go of her pussy. 

"Do you know how often you made me hard just sitting in my cubicle? You'd cross your legs and talk about some damn report or file, and all I could think about was this wet little pussy right here." The overwhelming desire to taste her engulfed me, and I wasted no time. I pulled out, my long cock waving in the air, and dropped to my knees to bring her fluffy quim to me. 

I held her thighs and dropped my tongue deep into her pussy. She immediately twisted her fingers into my hair and groaned out her passion in a slow, strained whimper. 

"Oh my God! 

She tasted good, sexy and tangy, exotic and needy, and I let my tongue flow freely around her clit and through her lips, over and over. She crossed her legs behind my head and held me tight as I worked her over. I had started as gently as I could but the thrill was overwhelming. I had my tongue in Susie's pussy on her own desk! That thought was so fucking hot! I started to flicker my tongue on her clit faster and I slipped a couple if fingers between her molten folds. Susie's mouth let slip a constant breathless chant. 

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" 

She was getting tense again and I could tell she was nearing another orgasm. I just kept on working those fingers into her and flickering away on her clit while she wriggled and writhed on the desk. Soon her fists clenched hard in my hair and she was coming again. Her legs wrapped tightly around me and she rode my face with desperate intensity while her blood boiled and nerves exploded. She was trying to hold her breath and it came out in explosive gasps that just egged me on. 

Soon she was spent and she let me go. My scalp hurt from her little fists but it was well worth it. She relaxed and unlocked me, allowing me to stand. 

"Got a little left in you? 'Cuz I got a lot left in here," I said, waving my rigid cock at her. 

"Do it! Do it now!" she implored. I needed little encouragement. 

Her tight pussy was sopping wet after all that licking and I slipped in easily. My cock pushed a grunt out of her when it hit bottom. I wasn't in the mood for pleasantries anymore and I seriously needed my own orgasm, so I went right for it. I fucked her quickly, holding her hips and slapping my body into hers. I was done being a gentleman. She'd had a couple orgasms so it was all mine now. I fucked her hard, slamming my cock into her pussy as deep as I could. Her little tits flopped wildly and she held on to the edge of the desk for stability while I worked her over. 

The feeling came quickly and I raced for the finish line. The pressure built quickly and my instincts took over, and I thrashed and threw myself into her as the semen flew out of me. Over and over, slamming down deep, I dumped my seed into her, instantly making her tight hole slick and incredible. I gave her all I had, humping wildly and unloading completely, filling her up and over. 

Her pussy was sloppy with my sperm and it leaked out around the edges as I continued to fuck her, slowing and coming down off the high of my orgasm. I didn't want to pull out, I didn't want to be done, but we were both working hard to catch our breath and I was a little unsteady on my feet. Susie looked absolutely ruined, her makeup smeared, her face flush, her hair messed up -- damn she was sexy. 

"You look almost as good as you feel," I said breathlessly. Reluctantly I stepped back and let my snake slither out of its hole. Neither of us cared about the mess we made on the floor. Susie quickly sat up and got off the table, then put her arms around me and held me tightly. I bent down and put an arm under her knees and picked her up. Immediately she lifted her face to kiss me and I met her happily. One long, deep kiss joined us and for a few moments all was right with the world. 

I stumbled over to the short couch along the wall and collapsed, Susie on top of me. She nestled into my chest and I wrapped her in my arms. We lay there silently, covered is sweat, still vibrating, still glowing, still burning for each other. I expected to be sleepy but I wasn't. I just held her and smelled her hair, listened to her breath, and enjoyed the intimacy. I don't know how long we were like that, but it was enough time to calm down and catch our breath and recover our composure. 

After a while she rose and sat on the edge of the couch. She looked over at me with an odd smile. I can only imagine what was going through her head, and she didn't say a word to clue me in. She rose and picked up her discarded clothes then started to get dressed. I just watched, reluctant to see her naked flesh disappear under the fabric. When she was done, she faced me and looked me over. Her smile was gone but I saw nothing unhappy on her face. 

"I need to clean up a little. So do you." She picked up her purse from under the desk and headed for the door, unlocked it, and was gone. I put myself back together as much as I figured was necessary to make it downstairs to the gym, but since I wasn't expecting anybody else in the building I'm sure I still looked like a mess. I slipped into the small exercise area and headed straight for the shower, figuring I had already had my workout for the day. I started the hot water and stripped out of my clothes, once again smelling Susie all over me. For a moment I thought about skipping the shower just so I could keep her scent on me. 

The water was hot and sent waves of steam into the small locker room. I just stood there under the nozzle and let it run over me, reliving the last half hour in my head. Damn, that was nice! I was still dizzy at the thought of what we just did. I had fucked Susie right on her desk, just like I had dreamed about. I got to slide my cock between her perfect little ass cheeks and drag my tongue over her clit and it had been exquisite. 

But as the event slipped further into the past, the passion grudgingly ceded control to reason, and I started to worry. Just how fucked up was this going to be on Monday morning? And what about Pete? I really didn't need a manager out for my blood. I mean, I could kick his ass if it came to that, but I'm sure he could find ways to make my life miserable at work that didn't involve a fist fight in the parking lot. Aw, fuck it. Live in the moment, man. 

I grabbed my shower gel and lathered up, washing off the sweat and residue from that fabulous fuck upstairs. As I washed my half swollen cock I got the fright of my life. 

The shower curtain whipped aside in a screech of cheap curtain rings on a cheaper rod. My face was full of suds so I couldn't open my eyes, but two seconds later I didn't need them. One of Susie's little hands wrapped around my soapy phallus as the other tugged the shower curtain closed, her small naked body pressing against mine. 

"I need more." 

Her free hand reached up to my soapy hair and grabbed a handful, pulling me down to kiss her. Damn I love a hair puller! The sluice of soapy water that landed in her open mouth could have been easily predicted if she hadn't been so intent to getting laid again, I think. She recoiled, bumped into the back of the small shower stall and spit out the soap, shaking her head to clear it all way. It wasn't sexy, me trying to scrape the soap off me so I could get back to her and her shaking off the face full of suds, but the loud, wild laugh that erupted from Susie was thrilling. She looked so alive, so animated, so happy. But just as fast as the laughter came, it was swept away by her need. 

She came back at me with passion, again pulling my cock and my hair at the same time. I leaned down to kiss her and she forced her tongue into my mouth, writhing and probing, teeth nipping, lips sucking, all while the shower water flowed over us. She was going to have to break away again because of the water, and I just couldn't have that. 

I bent low and picked her up under her arms, then pressed her body against the wall. Her knees came up and I moved my arms under her legs one at a time, holding her up. Now that we weren't drowning I could pay a bit more attention to the hellcat in my arms. She had both hands in my hair and continued mauling me with her mouth, squeezing desperate words out as she could. 

"Fuck me! I need you in me! Oh God I need you to fuck me again!" My cock had responded well to her onslaught and I was ready to give her what she wanted. I held her away from me just a few inches, and quick as lightning her little hand shot down between us to position me where she needed it. I would have been gentle but as soon as the head slipped in she pulled herself toward me with her legs wrapped around my back, impaling herself fully. 

"YES!" She barked out the word in a half shriek that sounded like pain, but damn she felt so good! 

I pressed her against the wall, digging my cock into her over and over. As I picked up speed her wild kissing gave way to a long, grunting moan. As I fucked that noise out of her I watched her face just in front of me. Her eyes mashed shut, her mouth hung open, and that incredibly sexy noise continued to roll out of her. She would take ragged breaths, gasps of air before returning to her moans. 

I kissed her neck, nibbling and nipping at her, unfortunately always conscious of the fact that I damn well better not leave a hickey. I love to lose myself in the moment, but standing up in a shower, holding one soapy person and two careers in my arms...well, let's just say I was focused. For all that I was still very much enjoying Susie's body and I chewed on her neck, ear and shoulder as much as I could. 

With so much of her weight on my cock it must have been grinding her clit hard, because she just wound up tighter and tighter in a hell of a hurry. Her hands gripped my hair painfully and the pitch of her moans grew higher and higher. She was completely lost and entirely in my hands, and I gave her the best I had, hoping my own orgasm would show up the same time as hers. I could feel it starting, and while I would normally have held back a bit I wanted this one bad. 

I kept on impaling her on the wall, doing my best to split her in two, and she responded beautifully. She was losing control, clinging to me desperately while I drove her wild and my own orgasm started to grow within me. The tension grew, the painful ecstasy mounted and my universe contracted and intensified into the simple need to THRUST! And FUCK! And THRUST! Again and again, teeth bared, back rigid, head thrown back in a silent roar, all my power erupted out of my cock and deep into Susie's belly. She shrieked as I came inside her again, clutching me tightly and holding on for her life. Still I thrust into her little body, emptying my lust through my cock, despoiling her innermost sanctum like the filthy animal I was. 

My energy drained out of me and I slumped against the wall, still pinning the woman and holding her up. We slid down the wall slowly as my knees buckled, and I let one of her legs down as I descended. She caught her footing and I let go of her, finally leaning back and sitting on my folded legs in the shower stall. Susie stood before me and let loose her grip on my hair, then stepped close and hugged me to her chest. Water flowed over us, in random rivulets down her flesh and my face. Her arms held me close and she squeezed me as tight as she could. 

And then she was gone. The small locker room was engulfed in steam and I couldn't see her at all after she stepped out of the stall. A few moments later I heard the door open and she had left me for good. 

I got my legs out from under me and sat under the hot water stream, bewildered and sated, all fucked out and a little fucked up. I had just fucked my boss -- again! And what a ride it had been. She was wild and needy, powerful and sexual and beautiful. Very few women had ever made me feel like such a stallion as this one. The smile on my face wouldn't leave me for the rest for the weekend. 

I finished the shower and changed into clean clothes, then headed back up to the office. Susie was gone, her office open and smelling of Febreeze and some orange scented cleaning agent. Her desk was put back in order and no evidence remained. All traces, wiped away. Well, some traces she'd never extinguish. I collected my stuff and headed home. 

Sunday was a boring blur and Monday rolled around as it always does, and I wondered how things would be in the office that day. Though I showered that morning I still had Susie's scent in my head and I could still feel her in my hands. I could still feel her other places too. Oh, yeah, it would be weird. 

I didn't see her until after lunch, which was normal, but then nothing was normal anymore so I was prepared to overanalyze everything. When I did see her it was as I passed a teammate's cube. She gave me a completely professional smile and didn't pause in her conversation with Sarah, and then I was past her. Around three in the afternoon she stopped by to see me. 

"Do you have that research complete?" she asked simply. 

"Sure thing." I fished out the folder and handed it to her, along with another folder that she was about to ask about. "And that one is the recovery analysis as well." 

"Good. Do you have enough to work on right now?" 

"Plenty. I'll need more by Thursday but I am covered until then." She hadn't sat down, instead standing a perfectly professional distance away. She wore a dark gray pant suit that did nothing for her, but after that weekend I couldn't look at her without knowing what lay beneath. 

"Excellent. Working late tonight?" 

"I hope so," I replied, the first hint of suggestion in our conversation so far. She made the second. 

"Outstanding," she said with a slight twitch of her eyebrow and a terribly loaded tone of voice. 

Hot Diggity! 

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In Chapter 2, Susie explores her newly awakened sexuality, and uses a bit of her take-charge attitude in the bedroom.