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The Ride Home

By: Rebecca



I guess I should start out by first describing myself since that seems the way these stories start off. My name is Denise, I'm a 19 year-old enjoying my summer vacation after my freshman year at Princeton. I'm 5'4" 120 lbs 34B-25-36 with dark hair and brown eyes and of Italian descent. I have olive skin that gets golden in the summer time. I've been told that I am pretty and I generally have no problems getting a date. I lost my virginity in October and had one other lover at school this year. So that's my personal data.

This summer for graduation, my dad arranged a trip to Greece with him and his fiancée and myself. I knew it was his attempt to get me and Cindy to get along. I didn't like her at first. Of course, I was like most children of divorced parents who had the fantasy that mom and dad would get back together some day. My dad is a big time attorney and as usual, he cancelled out at the last minute because of an important client who got arrested. He said he would try to join us, but that never happened. 

The other reason I didn't like Cindy was she was only 30 and I figured she was a gold digger after dads money. My dad is a very handsome man but he's 56, what could they possibly have in common. The other strike against her was she was gorgeous. Dad met her while he was in Vegas, she was a showgirl or something. Cindy was the typical blonde bombshell, pretty face awesome body and 36DD breasts which I saw along with a few hundred Greeks while we were away. She dragged me to a nude beach and although we only went topless, all eyes were on Cindy. It was like I didn't exist when I was around her.

Worst of all, after being in Greece with her for a week or so I realized that she was pretty cool and that I really liked her. Once that hill was crossed, we had a great time and it didn't matter that dad never joined us. The fact is, I developed a crush on Cindy while we were away. I had a strange attraction towards one of my roommates at school but I didn't dare act on it, so the tingly feeling I got when I saw her topless at the beach and after that I saw her walk around the hotel suite barely dressed after showering was nothing new to me.

She was like hanging out with one of my roommates. We chatted up a storm and we talked about boys and one night she made a confession to me that drove me crazy and still does. When I asked her what attracted her to my dad she asked me if I really wanted to know. We had shared a bottle of wine at dinner and I was feeling quite tipsy but I still was taken off guard by her answer. She said when she was on her first date with dad, they were slow dancing and she felt a rather impressive lump in his slacks. "Dad's got a big one?" I asked gasping. I had never thought about him that way.

 "Not that long... but thicker then my wrist," was her answer and that's what floored me. I've wanted to see daddy's dick ever since that night as perverted as that sounds. So you see, we really bonded in Greece.

As the plane circled JFK we were both a little sad that our vacation was ending. Personally, I had gotten used to seeing her walk around naked and I even masturbated several times in the shower wondering what her big boobs felt like. They were real, which surprised me but they were still quite firm and she had the biggest, pinkest areola I'd ever seen. God, I was getting wet sitting next to her on the plane.

Dad disappointed us again when he didn't show up to pick us up at the airport. Instead he sent Franklin, a very tall and very attractive black man from his firm. Franklin was Cindy's age and as he retrieved our luggage Cindy whispered to me that they called Franklin tripod at the firm. Being a bit naive I asked her what that meant and she told me that dad had come home one night after the health club, Franklin had just started there, and he told me he saw him in the locker room. He said it hung there like a black hose and soft it was twice as long as his erection. She jokingly said she was going to try and brush against it by accident. So now my young, nearly virginal pussy was dripping as we drove to dads house on Long Island.

We had gotten home safe and Cindy told Franklin to come in for a drink. She told me to take him in the kitchen and get him something while she called dad. She left the room and the two of us were there in the kitchen. I liked Franklin. Although I'm normally not attracted to black men, he was tall and well built and his shaved head looked sexy. I found myself eyeing his crotch and he caught me. He gave me a strange look and asked me what I was staring at... even with my tanned skin I think I turned ten shades of red. Then for some reason, instead of making up a lie, I looked him right in the eye and said "why do they call you tripod?" I think he would've fallen over if he wasn't leaning on the counter. He didn't answer me at first, then I asked him if he was really that big. He smiled and said he would show me if I promised not to tell my dad. I lit up like a little girl on Christmas morning and promised it would be our secret.

I stood transfixed as he unzipped his expensive slacks and reached all the way in and hauled out his equipment. I stared... in awe. It was like nothing I'd ever seen, even in porno movies. He also wasn't circumcised which I found very sexy. It was like a black hose, just like daddy had described it to Cindy. "Can I see everything?" I had taken a few steps closer and was standing right in front of him when he undid his slacks and pulled them and his briefs down. "My girl loves sucking it, hates getting hair in her mouth" he explained as I stared at his shaved cock and balls, easily 8 or 9 inches long. I reached out and touched it and it jumped in my hand.

I started to stroke it and it was growing in my hand, I was amazed to say the least. The swollen head began to peak out from under his foreskin and I leaned down and licked it. I was rewarded with a sweet droplet of his precum. It was hard now and over a foot long. I fell to my knees right there on the kitchen floor and bent to give his tight balls a tongue bath. This man had an amazing cock and I was really enjoying giving him head. "I thought we became friends in Greece... were you planning to keep that all to yourself?" I jumped at Cindy's voice and was startled to see her standing there, unbuttoning her blouse. I kept my hand on Franklin's cock as we both watched her undress right down to her panties. Her breasts really were amazing.

"Damn girl, you got some serious titties," Franklin said and in a moment my future step mom was on her knees next to me. We proceeded to share Franklin's cock for the next ten minutes or so. I could feel how wet my pussy had become in my jeans. Cindy was really outdoing me in that she was able to swallow 3/4 of Franklin while I struggled to get 4 or 5 inches in my mouth. "I need to sink this in some pussy" Franklin said gently pulling himself from me. "Go ahead sweetie" Cindy said smiling at me. 

The three of us made our way to my bedroom and I was undressed quickly by Franklin and was on my back, my legs spread and my wet, hairy pussy ready for anything. Let me tell you, I'm not a virgin but it was an extremely tight fit and I had my first orgasm before Franklin was in all the way. After about ten minutes I got on my hands and knees and let him fuck me doggie style. I almost forgot Cindy was there until I heard him tell her how good it felt when she licked his balls and that he was close to cumming. I turned and looked over my shoulder and told him not to cum in my pussy.

I had my second orgasm, a real body shaker moments before he pulled his huge dick from me and I turned around quickly. Cindy and I bumped heads as we struggled to capture his squirting black hose of a dick. I have to say that Cindy drank up more of his love juice then I did but there was plenty to share.

Franklin's sexy, naked black body was covered in sweat and looked damn good. Cindy looked good too in her sexy little panties and her large, perfect breasts with a few stray drops of Franklin's cum on them. She said she hated to break up the party but Dad would be home in a few minutes. Franklin kissed each of us deeply and dressed and was quickly out the door. I wanted to tell my future my step mom how sexy I thought she was but before I got the chance Dad was pulling into the driveway. She smiled at me and touched my thick, black bush and told me I should give it a trim because it would look even sexier. Before I could respond she walked out of my bedroom and closed the door behind her.

I took a long shower and when I went out to get something to drink I passed dads bedroom and heard the unmistakable sound of fucking going on. I listened for fifteen minutes then went back to my room and masturbated until I fell asleep. My thoughts on not only the huge black man that had just fucked me so well, but also on my sexy future step-mom.

The Ride Home



"Wow finally!" I said as they passed into Florida. My co worker smiled back at me. We had just been out of town for her birthday. She wanted to go to a huge concert in Atlanta. 

"Just another five hours to go." she said a bit too loud. 

"Shhh!" I shouted back at her. She looked into the back seat of my suv. There was Henry her boyfriend passed out on the second back seat. My suv had two independent seats right behind the driver and passenger then a bench seat behind those. This was Henry's first time at an outside concert and between the sun, loud techno/dance music and the beers. It was too much for him. 

"He is still knocked out." she laughed. 

"Light weight." I laughed. 

"No shit." she laughed with me. 

Gillian and I had worked together for over eight years. Even though we were in our early thirties we still partied as much as possible. Gillian is short standing only 5'2 but she always wore boots with heels. Which were now sitting on my dashboard. She always wore short skirts that came down just before her knees. She was extremely busty for her height and weight. Which she used to her full advantage. Even when we worked on the night shift doing stock at a large retail outlet. She would show off her massive cleavage. She was always changing her hair color, today it was jet black with some strands of blue in between. I did not mind because it always got her what she wanted, well what we wanted. I stood at a tall 6'4 always towering over her, She always called me her big black protector. Or BBP as she had nicknamed me, I was even saved in her contact with those words. I always wore black jeans and a shirt. 

"Surprised he hasn't woke yet." I said looking in the rear view mirror. I could just make out his feet as he had curled himself into a ball. 

"Oh well." she shrugged. My phone alerted me to a text. "No texting and driving." she said grabbing my phone. She looked at it and threw it back into the middle console. 

"Who was it? I asked. 

"Just one of your sluts." she said in a sarcastic voice. 

"They were not sluts. Just lightly dressed?" I said trying not to sound like I was making it up. 

"You could see everything!" she said laughing at my feeble attempt. 

"Well not everything but yeah close to it." I said. 

"The blonde had her hand down your pants after just an hour of talking to you!" she said now sitting up right. 

"Yeah. I can see how that. Can be seen as slutty behavior." I laughed. It was true. But I was sure the both girls I had met there were on some kind of happy drug. 

"Did you fuck them?" she asked. 

"Whoa!" I said looking at her. "Absolutely not." I said in an honest voice. 

"Well you three disappeared for a while so I thought.." She said before I interrupted her. 

"I am not that easy." I laughed. "Just made out and well.." I said with a smile. 

"They sucked your dick." she laughed. 

"Yeah." I laughed. "Without question, just went for it after we were out of sight." she sat back and put her feet back up. 

"At least you got some action." she said in another sarcastic voice. 

"But you guys had your own room last night." I said. 

"Mr lightweight. Spent most of the night sleeping." she said in a scolding voice. 

"But all we did yesterday was go to the bar?" I said trying to make sense of the whole thing. 

"I know." she said. I could see she was getting mad. Under that dark black hair was a red head. I was probably the only few people that knew her real hair color. And she was on the verge of getting real mad. 

"Change of subject..." I began to say. 

"The thing about it is. This whole thing was his idea!" she said aloud. "He wanted to go to the music fest, he wanted to get out of town for a while. And he said he wanted to stay the night up there so we could fuck each other's brains out!" she yelled. She turned and threw something from the middle console back there. I looked to see what was missing, it was just a pair of sunglasses. That was the thing with Gillian when she got mad she threw things. 

"Feeling better?" I smiled. She looked back at me. 

"Yeah a bit." she smiled. "Just been a while since well you know." she said. They both were living with his parents. Our work did not pay well and he was in between jobs. 

"Told you guys. Could move in with me." I shrugged. I had my own house. Well it was given to me after my parents passed. "Could do with the help to pay bills." I smiled. 

"Nah." she shrugged. "He is jealous of our friendship and living together would just push that into over the top." she said. 

"Us?" I laughed. 

"What's so funny?" she asked. 

"We are like best buds, brother and sister. How can he be jealous?" I said. She sat further back. 

"I don't know." she said looking out the window. 

"You did tell him that right?" I asked. She nodded without saying a word. There was silence as I thought about what Henry could be thinking. Then I realized if roles were reversed I could totally see where he was coming from. We did talk a lot on the phone, texting, over video chats. Hell I couldn't remember the last time we spent a day without talking to each other. "Shit." I said outloud. 

"What?" she asked. 

"We are in a relationship?" I said. It came down on me like a ton of bricks. Yeah we had seen other people in those eight years but still we always seemed to be with each other more than the people we were with. 

"Nooo!" she said. I could see her face start thinking. "Can't be." she was really thinking now as she put her feet down. She shook her head. "But you were with Kathy. Just two months ago." she said. 

"And your with Henry." I said. We both sat there. 

"Ok. Truthfully." she said looking at me. "How do you feel about Henry and I being together." she asked. It was the first time I actually thought about it. 

"He's not your type." I shrugged and kept thinking. "Shit!" I said as the thought came into my head. "I don't like it." I sat back. 

"Yeah and when you went off with those two girls. I got jealous. I thought it was because you were getting some and I wasn't but now." she sat back too. Again there was silence. "Kiss me" she said leaning over to me. 

"What?" I asked surprised. 

"You remember in high school if you kissed someone that was just a friend you got that weird feeling?" she said. 

"Yeah." I laughed. 

"So if we kiss. Maybe we will know right away. Or at least one of us will and the other will just have to deal." she shrugged. I nodded. 

"No matter what. Still friends right?" I said. 

"Sure." she said back. We both leaned in and kissed. It was just a small kiss then there was tongue, then we both jerked back at the same time. Both shot a glance at Henry he was still sleeping. 

"Nothing." we both said in unison

"Yup felt nothing." she said. 

"Me neither." I replied. Again we both sat staring at the road. "Just five more hours." I said breaking the silence. 

"Yeah five more hours. Then we will see each other at work right?" she replied. 

"Definitely. We can talk about this and laugh at work." I said. 

"Right. Work." she said tapping her nails on the window. We both leaned over and started kissing again , this time with more passion. We broke apart again. 

"Fuck!" she yelled then put her hand over her mouth. 

"My words exactly!" I said looking in the rear view. 

"Ok no more of that." she said. Breathing heavy. "We will get back. I will break up with Henry. Then we can see what this is. But no more kissing or whatever that was." she said shaking her head. 

"Right. I agree." I stepped on the gas. "Five hours. I mean its a blink of an eye right?" I said. 

"Yup. And probably four hours and change right?" she said looking at the gps. It read four hours and thirty six minutes till we got to her house. "Easy." she said. "We have raided online longer than that." she laughed. She was talking about an online game we both played. 

"Absolutely." I said. "Shit." I said looking down at the speedometer. It was passing 90mph. "Don't want to get a ticket." she shook her head and turned the radio up. She looked back and so did I hoping it woke him up. 

"Maybe I should wake him. You know to keep us honest?" she asked. 

"Good idea." I said. I wanted to kiss her so bad. She began yelling at him. But he did not wake. I jerked the car by slamming on the brakes. He fell off the seat and to the floor. 

"What the?" he said. Slowly getting up. He sat upright. Looking around. "Where are we?" he said. 

"Come up here sleepy head." she said looking back at me. He moved to one of the seats in front. "Just got into Florida." she said. 

"Oh great." he said patting me on the shoulder. "The home stretch huh?" he said. The sun was beginning to go down. "Dude I am awake now so if you want me too..." 

"Yes!" Gillian and I both said at the same time. 

"Wow." he said. "ok then." he smiled. I began to pull over to the side of the road. "I guess you really meant it." he said getting himself ready. I got out of the driver seat and we passed each other. I sat way in the back. 

"Think I am going to grab a few winks." I said as I laid down. 

"No prob." Henry said. I felt the vehicle pull off the shoulder. And then I drifted off. 

"Just face it you like him better than me!" I woke up to hearing that. 

"It's not like that." I heard Gillian say. 

"What the fuck is going?" I said as I woke up. We were pulled into a rest area. 

"Nothing! I tried to make out with my girlfriend and she pushes me away." Henry said. 

"Yeah because I want to make out in the car. At a rest area. On the side of the free way." she shouted back. 

"You know what? I am done!" he shouted. "We are over!" he said as he opened the door and got out. 

"Fine!" she shouted back. 

"Hold on!" I shouted. I pulled open the door. "How the fuck are you getting back?" I said to him. 

"He is going to call mommy and daddy to come pick him up." she shouted back at him from inside the car. 

"I will get back home. Don't worry about it bro." he said patting me on the arm. "Just take care of her ok?" he smiled. He came in closer. "I don't sleep that hard." he winked at me. The pit of my stomach dropped. 

"Bro.. Seriously. We can take you back. Your like in the middle of nowhere." I said. 

"Nah. I am good." he was tearing I could see the beginning signs. 

"Ok but if you change your mind or can't get someone, call me. I will turn around. Ok?" I said. I got in the car and watched him pick his cell phone out of his pocket. 

"That's right call mommy!" Gillian shouted. 

"Shut it!" I yelled back at her. She looked at me. I began to pull off. She was still looking at me as we merged into traffic. I told her what he said. She looked back. 

"Go get him!" she said. I shook my head. 

"He wanted this." I said. We sat in silence for a while. I was hoping for my cell to ring but there was nothing. She texted him against my advice. 

"His brother is getting him." she said as she read the reply. "He lives close to here." she said smiling. I began to feel better. She grabbed my free hand. "We are ok? Right?" she asked. 

"Always." I leaned in to kiss her it was long. 

THUMP THUMP THUMP the tires made the noise as I veered off onto the shoulder. 

"Fuck!" I said pulling back onto the road. She smiled. 

"Yeah we need to pull over." she said. As she kissed me on the cheek. Her hand found its way to my dick. "Most definitely." she whispered in my ear. I looked for a safe place to pull over but there was either just the wall median on my left or construction on my right. She was grabbing and fondling my dick. 

"Your making it really hard to drive here." I said back to her. 

"You have no idea." she said. As she lowered her head. 

"Bad idea. Such a bad idea." I said smiling. Both hands went to the steering wheel as she took my dick out through the zipper. Her lips parted and a shot of electricity shot through me as she she began to slowly bounce her head up and down. "Fuck me!" I said trying to concentrate on the road. 

"Oh that's coming later but for now" she trailed off as her head began to bounce faster and faster. I had many women give me head before but nothing like this. She was taking all of me in. Faster and faster her head bounced. The noise of her sucking and slurping on my dick filled the vehicle. 

"Oh shit!" I said still trying to concentrate. My eyes kept closing. 

"Find somewhere to pull over yet?" she asked. The truth was I had stopped looking. I was busy concentrating on driving. "Oh well." she said as her head lowered again. 

"Exit in 2.5 miles then stay right." the gps blurted out. 

"Thank fucking god." I said. As I pulled into the lane to exit. She did not stop her head twist and turned as she took me in then went to the top of my dick and back down. 

"Exit then stay right, then make a right." the gps said. 

"Oh I am trying." I said I turned off on the exit. And made a quick right. Then a quick left. 

"Recalculating." the gps said. "When possible make a U turn." 

"Oh no!" I said as I pulled in behind a retail business. I saw only a few cars in the parking lot. 

"Exit onto.." the gps began to say I slammed my hand onto the off button. 

"Shut up!" Putting the car into park I pulled her head up. 

"About time." she said. Kissing me. I ran my hands over her large breasts. 

"Fuck me!" I said as I squeezed them through her shirt. 

"Fucking huge ain't they?" she said as she grabbed my other and put it on the other one. "Try carrying these fuckers around daily." she smiled. 

"I volunteer." I said quickly. 

"You would!" she smiled. We quickly rushed into the back of the suv. She pulled her shirt off showing a green bra. My eyes widened as I took them in. "Yeah 36 fucking G" she said. "So you better like them or when I get insurance they are getting reduced." 

"You better not!" I smiled as I began to peel them out of their confides. She moaned as I licked and sucked on the nipples. 

"Keep that up and I won't." she moaned. 

"Damn you have no idea how much I wanted to fuck these puppies." I said as I went back and forth on them. 

"Well do it." she said. As she laid down. I straddled her chest. Taking my dick and putting it between them. I began fucking her big tits. "That's it fuck them." she said as she held her arms across her chest encasing my dick between them. I began to fuck them harder. 

"Fuck that feels good!" I said looking down at her. I reached behind me and began putting my hand up her skirt. She was soaking wet. I pulled my dick out from between her tits. She parted her legs. I lifted her skirt and pulled her thong to the side. She moaned deep as I slid into her. 

"Been waiting for this." she said up to me as we kissed. She wrapped her legs around me as I began fucking her hard. "Harder." she whispered to me. The whole vehicle began to shake as we fucked. 

"Oh fuck I am cumming." I said trying to hold back. 

"Good." she said pulling her legs from my back. I quickly took my dick out. She reached forward and took it in her mouth. Just in time as I came down her mouth. 

"How much further to your place?" she asked. 

"Not long." I said. We hoped into the front and pulled away.



The Ride Home



So we have been married for 24 years and slowly my wife has been coming out of her shell. She was a light of but really great lover kind of girl when we met.

She was 18 and a hot blonde with great bod and little experience and life has been great. A few times she has gotten real adventurous often some drinking helps the inhibitions, big surprise. 

Well we went to a concert the other day and to my surprise my wife pulling off her shirt leaving her very vice tits only covered by a shin tight black tank op showing much cleavage looking very sexy. She said these will get me to the front. well the big guy she was going to have help her get up there said no way there are mosh pits so sent her back to me, next thing I knew, so she could see better she was sitting beside me on the bar, kind of in the way for people wanting drinks so she became popular as she was getting guys there drinks by stretching backwards and waving there empty at the bartender.

She became the popular place to get a beer as her tits were right at eye level and she kept pulling them up to ensure good cleavage and view.

I was getting high 5's and so was she from guys who loved the view, and she was getting shots as well as a thank you.

I started grabbing her by the front to pull her to me for a kiss and when doing so pulling the front down letting a few people, or as many as noticed get a peak of her tits, and she was just having fun and I don't think could tell they could see anything or at least did not admit or acknowledge it. She got very drunk and we headed home which was a 2 hour drive. Well 15 min in to drive we were on the highway and I decided I wanted to be sure Ii kept her a little horny so I slid my hand over on her leg and used 1 finger to kind of rub her crotch through her tight jeans, well she was already horny because that lasted for only a second and she ripped the jeans and panties off. Now for some stores I have read that is nothing but for her to be half naked in car is huge she has never done that.

So I stated rubbing her pussy and next thing I know she has her legs spread, and seat reclined with her pussy open and telling me to finger her, so I am happy to oblige.

Now after a few min I turned up the dash light so the radio would be really bright, it's one of those 8" touch screen kinds, so I could see well.

Now I am flying down 95 and soon enough am passing a tractor trailer, not even thinking as I pass he obviously looked down because his engine raced and he kept pace with me for a few min watching as I finger fucked my wife.

He then turned off so I kept driving and got very turned on by that so I sped up and caught another truck, this time I put on the vanity light shining right into her pussy and she was reclined back tank top pulled up over her tits, and I was fingering her again, so I pulled up beside the next truck and slowed down obviously as I was racing to get to him and he defiantly saw as his engine down shifted to keep pace again, this time I played, and rubbed her clit, and pulled open her pussy so he got a good look, and rubbed her tits for a minute then sped off. 

I continued to race home getting hornier all the way waiting for my arrival home to eat that pussy, so the whole way home I raced from one trucker to another slowing down beside each one as we got beside them and giving them a great show of my wife spread open getting finger fucked and massaged and showing her clit off for each trucker, now as drunk as she was I don't know for sure how many times she knew she was being watched or if at all as she can be bashful but I am certain she knew at least a couple times there was the possibility but may have been drunk enough to not care, But I do know we had great sex after that long ride and I am planning another concert up there soon so we can make the ride home as fun, and maybe stop in a rest area and see if I can put on more of a show.



The Ride Home



A special "Thanks" to FindingMyVoice for her wonderful editing assistance! 

***** 

Chapter 1 

Just before the doors of the subway slid shut, Katie Wilson slipped through and steadied herself against one of the standing poles in the middle of the subway car. 

As the subway started pulling away, she swayed slightly, her body trying to keep with the motion of the accelerating car, both hands tightly gripping the metal pole in front of her. Even though there were hardly any people on the subway car (and thus plenty of open seats), Katie just wanted to catch her breath for a few moments. Eventually she turned around and slipped down into a white plastic seat against the wall of the car. 

She plopped her two handbags (the smaller tan one belonging to her, the oversized garishly red one her roommate's) on the seat next to her and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes, exhaling slowly, trying to calm her racing heart and stop the slight spinning in her head. 

She only had that one drink, but perhaps her rushing to catch the subway caused that extra dizziness she was feeling... or maybe it was something else. 

Now that she could finally relax, "safe" on her way home, she reflected on the crazy events of the past few hours. 

The night started off as you may expect any crazy night would start off, with her roommate, Sandy, urging her to go out. Although she was pretty exhausted from a really busy week at work, and honestly wanted nothing more than to curl up with a good book that night, she somehow allowed Sandy to talk her into going with her on a double date. 

Sandy's latest "flavor of the week" was some banker named Johnny and apparently Johnny was convinced that Katie would hit it off with his college buddy, Rick. How he figured this, Katie wasn't sure, as she's only met Johnny one time, and they'd not said more than the typical "hello, nice to meet you" kinds of things. 

But Sandy really liked this Johnny fellow, and after hours of pleading (and a promise to take Katie out next week for a manicure), Katie reluctantly agreed. 

It was almost worth it to see how excited Sandy was, and Katie vowed she'd do her best to try to enjoy herself. She let Sandy have her fun, advising Katie what to wear and telling her to "keep an open mind" about Rick, and to stop acting like an "old maid." 

Now Katie knew she didn't act like an "old maid," but understood why her friend would say that. Although she would never refer to Sandy as one who "gets around", well... perhaps that's exactly how she'd describe her! Sandy was always on the lookout for a new man, and when they were out, was always surrounded by them. In the three years they'd been friends, Katie figured that Sandy must've had dozens of partners, and seemed to relish being with each and every one of them. 

She often said how at 24, Katie was wasting the "prime of her dating life" and couldn't understand why she wasn't out partying all the time. But Katie just wasn't like that. She'd really only had one boyfriend, her high school sweetheart, Luke, and after that relationship she'd rarely dated. She honestly didn't feel comfortable around men, and absolutely hated the phony small talk that was involved in meeting them. 

And when she did allow Sandy to drag her out to some club or bar, Sandy was always the one the guys wanted to talk to, always leaving Katie feeling out of place and uncomfortable. 

Sandy would always say how gorgeous Katie was, and how she projected an aloofness that intimidated people. But how could her social anxieties be perceived as "aloofness?" 

And although Katie knew that Sandy didn't have the "ideal" look to her (she was quite short and could lose a few pounds), she ALWAYS got the attention, despite Sandy's constant wishes about having Katie's "big blue eyes," or "curly locks" (her "Caucasian envy" as Sandy would put it, being of Korean descent). Katie figured there was nothing exactly wrong with her, but also knew there was something that just must not be entirely ... appropriate either. There was something Sandy had that she didn't. 

But after her breakup, following the yearlong attempt at a long distance relationship with Luke, she didn't feel like dating much anyway. And then work took over and she just decided to focus on her career for now... except for the times, like that night, when she allowed her crazy friend to take her out on a blind "double date." 

So she was wearing the orange dress Sandy picked out for her, but she drew the line when Sandy attempted to dictate her underwear. What difference would what she's wearing under her dress make? She sure as hell wasn't going to be doing anything on her date tonight, no matter how much she may like this "Rick" fellow. 

But when Sandy wouldn't stop pestering her, Katie finally agreed to wear a pair of white thigh high stockings to match and contrast the black pair Sandy was wearing. After all, she would have gone out bare legged anyway, so she figured it didn't really matter much if only the two of them knew that she was wearing this slightly more risqué kind of garment (although for Sandy, this was not unusual, as she has drawers of thongs, stockings, and garters). And if it made Sandy happy, she decided to just go with it. 

Katie was even feeling a bit optimistic when they got to the bar and she was introduced to Rick, a tall, well-built, handsome man with a winning smile. It was amazing how quickly things went downhill. 

After the standard introductions and Rick's expected "Johnny's told me so much about you," Johnny told Sandy he had something for her in his car and led her outside, leaving Katie alone with her new "friend." It took less than a minute for Katie to determine that Rick was a self-centered prick. 

In that first minute he familiarized Katie with his salary, his car, and what he paid for his condo. Minute 2 revealed his exercise schedule and how much he could bench press. When his attention finally turned to Katie it was to get her drink order (snapping to a waitress to get her attention), and to praise her with the compliment, "Johnny was right, you ARE smokin' hot!" 

When their drinks arrived, Rick seemed to turn up his crassness, encouraging Katie to "drink up" as he downed his first beer in moments and flagged down another waitress. Although Katie had barely sipped her dirty martini, he attempted to order her another which she had to tell the waitress not to bring. 

"Come on Katie, have some fun!" he chided. "I know you ladies took the subway, so I know you're not driving home!" 

Katie decided then and there that she would have no more than that one drink. 

It was after Rick's second beer that he started getting handsy. Although he seemed to scoff at the yoga classes she went to (at least her exercise routine was SOMETHING about her he seemed to want to know more about), he wasted no time putting his hands on her shoulders, insisting there must be something more she does to keep her body looking so "good." 

And when Sandy and Johnny returned, his hand slid down her back, to her waist as he turned to high five his friend with his other hand. 

She stepped towards Sandy, breaking contact with Rick's hand. 

"Excuse us gentlemen, the ladies need to freshen up!" Sandy said with a smile and thankfully pulled Katie away toward the bathroom. Katie was relieved to be able to talk to her friend in private, and was looking forward to telling Sandy what a cretin Johnny's friend was and insist that the rest of the "date" be aborted. 

"Oh my god Katie, look what Johnny gave me!" Sandy exclaimed and Katie noticed the oversized red handbag she was carrying. "Last week while we were out I saw this in the store, mentioned how much I loved it, and he shows up with it tonight! Isn't that so sweet?" Katie forced herself to smile, now realizing she may not get out of this that easily. 

"So how's Rick?" she asked with a devilish grin. "He's a hottie isn't he?" 

Katie looked at her friend's smile that look of anticipation and forced herself to say, "He's ok, I guess..." resigned to the fact that she'd be stuck with him a little longer. 

"Wow, someone getting lucky tonight?" Sandy gave her a little shove with a wink. "That's high praise from you! Come on, let's get back." With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, Katie followed Sandy back to the bar. 

When they got back to the guys, Rick was waiting with a full martini glass extended towards Katie. 

"To Johnny and Sandy!" he exclaimed. Katie reluctantly accepted the drink (although she knew her first drink was only half gone when she left with Sandy), and took a sip. 

"Come on Katie, drink up!" Rick insisted. 

"No, I'm fine," she said. "I wasn't finished with my first one...," she added quietly, taking another sip. 

"Dirty martini right?" he asked. "I got it extra dirty for you," he added with a wink. "Not good?" 

To appease him, she took another drink and nodded, hardly believing just how cheesy he was. 

Johnny leaned over to them. "Hey guys, I have another surprise for this sexy lady," he said pulling Sandy close. Katie felt Rick's hand slide around her waist again and barely resisted elbowing him in the stomach. "Would you excuse us again for a little while?" 

Katie looked pleadingly at Sandy, but when she saw that expectant smile, she knew she was sunk. 

"Sure, you two take all the time you need," Rick said as his hand slid down to Katie's hip. 

"Thanks, Katie!" Sandy said excitedly, leaning in conspiratorially. "I wonder what it is this time! There's someone he wants me to meet upstairs! Hey can you 

hold onto my new handbag for me? I'll be back soon!" Katie smiled as Sandy spoke and tried to ignore Rick's hand as it slid in slow circles moving lower on her hip and around towards her behind. 

The moment Sandy turned to go, Katie pivoted away and glared at Rick. He gave her a surprised look and was about to say something when Johnny reappeared, interrupting, "Hey, don't expect us for a little while OK?" 

"Nice!" Rick responded, and the two friends fist bumped. "No rush bro!" 

As Johnny walked away, Rick turned back to Katie with a smile. "Looks like it's just us for a while? Hey, I'm gonna go take a piss, why don't you drink up and I'll be right back?" 

Katie was stunned as he walked away. How could anyone be such an ass? She took another drink thinking how she could keep Rick from touching her AT ALL the rest of the night. 

But as she was drinking, she felt a tentative hand on her shoulder. 

"Excuse me," she heard a voice say. She turned around to see a pretty young woman. "Um, I know this is weird, and it may be none of my business, but..." 

Katie nodded, encouraging to the woman who seemed at a loss for words. 

"Anyway," she continued, "I don't know if that's your boyfriend or what, but while you were... not here... I think I saw..." The girl hesitated a bit before blurting out the rest quickly. "I think I saw him put some powder or something in your drink." She gestured at the half filled glass in her hand. "I saw something on TV once about guys doing that and maybe he did. I just thought I should tell you that maybe that's what I saw." And with that, she turned and melted back into the crowd. 

Katie could feel the anger welling inside her as she slowly raised the glass, examining it for any signs, as if there'd be something she could see to prove what the woman suspected. 

After a moment's consideration, she grabbed her purse (and with an angry huff, Sandy's new handbag) and stormed out of the bar, eager to get as far away from that asshole as possible! 

It wasn't until she was halfway to the subway that her heart started to slow and she considered if running out had been the best course of action. After all, was she sure that he DID put something in her drink? And if he did, should she have taken the drink to have it, what, analyzed? 

Well, it was too late now. She did feel a bit buzzed, and maybe a little dizzy, but how much did she drink? And getting angry and storming out like that... that could make her feel worse too, right? Either way, she figured, whether he did something to her drink or not, getting away from Rick was the safest thing to do, wasn't it? 

It was just too hard to concentrate. She'd just get on the subway and think. Just get to the subway... the subway... 

Chapter 2 

Will Jeffries dejectedly walked down the subway stairs and onto the train platform. It really was no surprise that he was in this position, having to grab the subway back to campus by himself. Things always seemed to get screwed up when he followed Kerry's plans. 

Kerry insisted on picking him up to go watch the game at the sports bar by the entertainment complex. And although they were both only 19, Kerry was confident the fake IDs his friend made for them would be sufficient to get them inside. 

Will was a wreck when they pulled into the parking lot and prepared to go into the bar. 

"Don't worry about it Will." Kerry tried to reassure him, "I've used my ID here plenty of times, and yours is just as good as mine!" 

Will had to admit, it did look legit. But, while Kerry had a full 5 o'clock shadow going (and slightly receding hairline), Will, with his "baby face" was often mistaken for being younger than his 19 years. It hardly mattered that he was at 6'2" a good half foot taller than Kerry, he just didn't look as old. 

But Kerry kept assuring him that the bouncers don't really care, and that as long as he had an ID that even looked somewhat legitimate, they would just pass him right through. 

To help calm his nerves, Kerry pulled out a flask of whiskey and they each took a couple of swigs. "That'll steady you a bit," his boisterous friend proclaimed, "and help keep the bar tab down a bit!" An important consideration for the two students. 

After a few more sips of the liquid courage (which, truth be told, made Will almost want to vomit... never saw why people drank the stuff), they headed towards the bar. 

Of course Kerry sailed right in. And of course Will didn't. The bouncer took one look at Will and chuckled, shaking his head as he took the ID in his hand. "You really want to do this kid?" he said without even looking at the card. 

Will could feel his face start to flush as his mind raced for something to say. But then Kerry chimed in. "Come on pal, he's 21, check his ID! Why are you hassling us?" 

The bouncer turned towards Kerry. "Tell you what...pal...why don't you wait right here and I'll go get a cop to check out BOTH your IDs, how's THAT sound?" 

"Uh..., "Kerry mumbled, "no, that's... not necessary..." 

The bouncer turned his attention back towards Will. "So what'll it be?" he asked, holding the fake ID up, offering it back to Will. 

"Um, OK, thank you...," Will said weakly, taking the offered card back. 

The bouncer just looked to the next customer in line, ignoring both Will on the outside, and Kerry just inside the bar. 

Will looked up at Kerry and shrugged helplessly. Kerry put his thumb and pinkie up to the side of his head, motioning that he'd call Will and disappeared into the bar. 

Kerry did offer to leave with Will, but Will knew Kerry was meeting some friends, and told him he'd just take the subway home. To Will's chagrin, Kerry didn't put up much of a fight, and after promising to make it up to him next time, hung up the phone. 

As he waited on the platform for his subway train to arrive, he shook his head, even regretting that whiskey was still in Kerry's car. At least that would make the trip home somewhat interesting. 

The subway, full of passengers, pulled up and Will stepped aside to let them out. When they all disembarked, he entered the car and sat down in a seat on the opposite side of the train, facing the doors. And waited. 

It was a full ten minutes before a second passenger even entered the car. Fifteen before another group of three sat down at the far end. This was the last stop on the subway line and NOBODY was going in this direction now. He knew in a few hours after whatever concerts and sporting events were over the cars home would be jammed, but who would be LEAVING from this station now? 

He may as well enjoy it though, he thought, as he knew once the subway passed through the city it would fill up considerably before heading out to the suburbs, discharging passengers a bit at a time before its last stop, a few miles from his college campus. He sighed, thinking about the walk from the station that was ahead of him. At least it wasn't raining... not yet. 

At last he heard the chime, signaling that the doors would be closing and they would finally be pulling out. And that's when he saw her. 

Looking out the open door, he saw a young woman hurrying towards the subway car. Time seemed to slow down as he took in one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. 

Chapter 3 

She slipped inside the door moments before it closed, flashed the most wonderful smile in his direction (although it didn't seem she was actually "seeing" him), and grabbed the pole directly in front of him. 

Will quickly looked around, stunned that this beauty would choose to stand not two feet from him while the subway car was almost completely empty! She was holding onto the pole with both hands, facing the front of the train. He leaned back in his seat, and took advantage of the situation to look over the beautiful creature in front of him. 

She seemed to be about 5'5" or 5'6" or so, and the first thing his eyes went to was the hem of her dress. She was wearing an orange summer dress, which went about midway down her thighs, exposing quite a nice bit of her long shapely legs. And although she was wearing what he guessed to be sheer white pantyhose, he quickly determined that he was in the presence of the perfect pair of legs. 

The dress seemed pretty simple, unpatterned up until just below her breasts, where it seemed to be cinched in and from that point up had a lacey, embroidered texture. From his angle, he thought he could see four or five buttons go down the front of her chest just along the lacy top portion. 

The top of the dress was fairly conservative, and although it showed a large view of her upper chest, it was quite high, and it didn't look like it was designed to show much cleavage. The sleeves, although short, also emphasized the simplicity of the dress. 

Lastly, was a thin white belt she had around her waist giving a wonderful contrast in color to the solid orange surrounding it. 

The dress was really quite plain, and it occurred to Will that if it weren't quite so short, just below the knee instead of showing so much of those incredible legs, it would look more appropriate on a little girl than this gorgeous woman.  

Still in profile, he had a wonderful view of her perfect little rounded butt and how the dress seemed to flow down her back over it, hanging slightly off of the backs of her legs. There was no doubt in his mind that she must have been some kind of athlete or runner or something to have what looked to be the perfect legs and bottom. 

His eyes travelled up her flat stomach to her chest, and her perfect breasts. He was never a fan of especially large breasts, and immediately determined hers to be the perfect size. With his limited experience, he figured they were a solid B cup, and seemed to sit high and firm on her chest. 

Finally, he looked up at her face (and had a moment of relief when he saw she was still looking straight ahead, as he realized he had been blatantly examining her body all this time). Her face was framed with thick, curly, darkish strawberry blonde hair which hung a few inches past her shoulders. She had an orange barrette pulling the hair out of her face, pinning in on the side of her head. If there ever was a case of someone's hair being perfectly made up, but not made to look as if it was, this was it. Will never really thought much of hair, but decided that he just loved her hair. 




The Ride Home



And then there was her face. From the moment she flashed that smile he was smitten. She had a round face, beautiful blue eyes, and a perfect little button nose. But the thing that melted his heart was her smile. He knew it was just a polite smile of acknowledgement to a fellow passenger that she gave him, but it was such an open, warm, wonderfully...carefree perhaps...smile that he literally felt his heart skip a beat. 

The subway started moving, and the woman held tighter as the acceleration of the train caused her to turn slightly away from him. 

Of course his eyes went straight to her legs as the hem of her dress swayed softly away from her body. There was something to be said about a woman wearing tight clothes, but in Will's opinion, there was nothing like a sexy girl wearing a wide hemmed short skirt! 

Now that he was more or less directly behind her, his gaze then went to her perfect butt. And to his delight, he noticed the clear outline of her panties. 

For some reason, he always loved being able to see a woman's panty line, gaining some inside knowledge as to what kind of undergarments she was wearing. Of course with a woman like this, dressed like she was, it was something extra special. He knew how women went to great lengths to prevent the dreaded "VPL" and he figured the thong was invented just to make sure it didn't happen. 

But there was no doubt this woman was wearing regular bikini cut panties under that little dress, and it only added fuel to Will's growing infatuation. 

Before he could get a good look, however, she let go of the pole and sat down almost directly opposite him in the first seat by the closed doors. 

She placed the larger red bag on the seat next to her, crossed her legs, folded her hands in her lap, and closed her eyes. 

Will simply stared at the beauty in front of him. His eyes didn't seem to know where to settle, darting from her legs, to her beautiful face to her chest, the latter accentuated by the woman's almost perfect posture. 

He even considered sliding over a seat or two, putting himself directly across from her, perhaps giving him a slightly better view of her legs, maybe a little peek up that dress. But after a moment's consideration, decided not to push it. 

Content with the view he had, he simply stared. 

Chapter 3 

When Katie finally was seated on the subway, she placed Sandy's bag on the seat beside her and closed her eyes. She knew she had a good 45 minute ride to her station during which she could try to wrap her head around what had happened to her and what she would do about it. 

But first she wanted to do a "self check" to see how she was feeling. After all, she only had a little of that drink Rick gave her, even if there was something in it. 

She did feel a little woozy she determined, but was that from the alcohol? Also, she did feel pretty tired, but not the "I want to fall asleep" kind of tired, more the "I just want to lay down and relax" sort of tired. 

And what was with that gaudy handbag? She opened her eyes and looked down at the large red handbag on the seat beside her. The red reminded her of her mom's car. When had she bought that? 

After a few moments, Katie closed her eyes again and smiled to herself. Perhaps she was having a little trouble focusing right now, wondering how she ended up trying to remember what her mother was wearing years ago when she purchased her Honda. 

But back to how she was feeling... 

She was tired, and perhaps her head was feeling a little fuzzy. 

But though her mind seemed to wander a bit, she still felt she could think pretty clearly. After all her posture was perfect. 

She knew her mind was drifting again, but she also knew the importance of good posture. Ever since middle school when she and her friend, Julie, would practice sitting with their shoulders back and their chests pushed out. Sure it was because the two of them were late bloomers and trying to compensate for their lack of development, but even so, if it resulted in life long good posture, all the better! 

She always did her best to project herself as a proper, well mannered lady. 

She ran her hands down her discretely crossed legs, making sure her dress was laying properly on her lap, showing no more than was necessary. 

Katie smoothed her hands again, noticing how the fabric of her dress seemed to glide across the material of her stockings. It did feel kind of nice she thought. She could feel her skin almost tingle at the light friction of the two materials sliding over each other. In a way it sort of tickled, she thought, and continued the motion. 

She slid her hand up just a bit, gently rubbing her dress above the top of her thigh high stocking, feeling the material against her bare skin. Although it was also a pleasant sensation, it was not quite as "nice" as over the stockings. She slid her hand back down her leg and resumed the slow light rubbing of the dress on her stocking. 

She let her mind wander, the motion of the subway lulling her into a comfortable state of relaxation. 

Each time they pulled into another stop, she briefly opened her eyes to be sure there were enough seats available, allowing her to keep Sandy's bag in its own seat, before closing them again until the next stop. 

As the subway car was pulling into the third stop, Katie noticed that the car was finally filling to the point where the extra seat being taken by the handbag would be needed. As she pulled the bag to her side, freeing up the seat, the subway train jerked to a stop and she uncrossed her legs to steady herself and to keep from falling over. 

She smiled at the middle age woman who took the seat next to her and looked around the almost full car. She knew by the next couple of stops the car would be jammed full of standing passengers, but as of that moment there were still a number of seats available. 

As her eyes wandered around the car, she settled her gaze on a young man sitting across the isle from her. What caught her attention was the look of intense concentration on his face. He seemed deep in thought, staring blindly in front of him. After a few moments it occurred to her that perhaps he wasn't staring blindly in front of him after all. In fact, it looked like he was staring at something. Her first thought was the red handbag at her side, as that's where his gaze seemed to be aimed. 

Katie looked down at the handbag, looked back at the man, and looked down again. It suddenly dawned on her that his stare was not at the handbag but at her lap! 

Instinctively, she re-crossed her legs. The moment she did this, she saw the young man's head snap up to look at her. 

Just as quickly, he looked off to the side, seemingly unsure exactly where to rest his gaze. Almost immediately his face started to flush with what could only be described as a look of total embarrassment. 

Katie actually felt bad that she caused such a reaction in the young fellow. Although her legs were uncrossed, she knew her knees were firmly together, so it wasn't as if she was flashing him. It was actually quite sweet that he would be that embarrassed! She kept looking at him, hoping that she could give him a reassuring smile, letting him know that it was OK. 

But it didn't look as though he had anything in mind now except to intently study the hands contritely folded in his lap. 

As she looked at him, Katie was somehow reminded of her ex's younger brother, Mike. When they started dating, Mike must've been around ten, and she always thought he was a sweet boy. This fellow looked to be around 17 or 18, about the age Mike would've been now. He was tall and a bit lanky, also as Mike was, with the same curly hair and brown eyes. 

But what really made her think of Luke's brother was the incident that happened the year before they broke up. Katie joined Luke and his family on a vacation to a lake house one summer. While changing in one of the many bedrooms, Mike walked in on her. She was hardly in a state of undress, having taken off only her shirt, but the look on his face as he stared at her, standing there in shorts and a bra was just like the one she just saw on this poor fellow. 

Later that night, Luke mentioned to her that he caught his brother staring at her in her bikini at the lake that afternoon. Katie then told him about the incident earlier that day, figuring it may explain his brother's behavior. 

To her surprise, Luke freaked out saying how inappropriate Mike was being and how he'd better keep his "pervy" eyes to himself. Katie was even more disturbed to witness Luke being a total prick to his brother the rest of the week. 

From then on, Mike wouldn't even meet her gaze, and Katie figured Luke must've said something about the incident to him. Katie just didn't see what the big deal was. She may have even felt insulted if a 14 year old boy didn't react the way he did in that circumstance. In fact, Luke's behavior (and his refusal to discuss it further) signaled the first serious crack in their relationship. 

So now, the last thing she wanted was for this young man to feel like Mike must've felt. 

But after a few moments trying to make eye contact to somehow reassure him, Katie's mind started wandering again, and she closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the rhythmic motion of the subway car. 

Chapter 4 

Will could not stop staring at the beautiful woman across from him. And the more he looked, the more convinced he was that she was just about the ideal female specimen. After such a horrendous start to the night, at least he'd be able to enjoy his ride home while admiring this vision of perfection. 

When she opened her eyes at the next stop, it suddenly occurred to him just how blatantly he'd been staring, and he quickly averted his eyes. But when he looked back, she seemed to be studying the red handbag on the seat next to her. 

Will thought it curious when she continued looking at the bag for quite a long time with a sort of unfocused look on her face. She then slowly closed her eyes and straightened her head in such a deliberate manner she almost appeared to be moving in slow motion. 

A few minutes later he noticed that she seemed to arch her back, as if to stretch, but then held this pose, sitting almost rigidly. A wonderful smile passed over her face as if sharing some private joke. And then Will saw her lips start to move, as if she was talking to herself, all the while keeping her eyes closed. 

Will, of course, found this to be unbelievably charming behavior. 

And he also noticed that the only time she opened her eyes was when the subway stopped, she would take a quick look around before closing them again. As much as he loved those glimpses of her blue eyes, he regretted having to partially look away, waiting until the subway train started again, so that her eyes would close, and he could once again look directly at her without her seeing him stare. 

After the train slowed for the next stop and she again opened her eyes for a look around the subway car, she tilted her head and looked once more at the red handbag next to her. She then leaned over, reaching for it at the same moment the train came to a halt. The combination of her leaning to the side with the jerk of the subway car seemed to throw her off balance and her legs uncrossed to steady herself from falling over. 

Of course Will's eyes went right to her legs. 

It was over in less than a second, her knees now pressed together, but in that moment when she steadied herself, when her legs uncrossed, her knees spread just the smallest bit and Will caught a glimpse just a little ways up her orange dress. It really wasn't very much, but what he saw made his heart race. 

He wasn't sure, but he thought that the white material of her pantyhose ended high up on her thigh, and he got the smallest view of flesh above. 

Could she be wearing stockings? Or perhaps she was just wearing one those patterned types of pantyhose, with a different color high up on the thighs. 

Will regretted not switching seats earlier, wondering if from a seat or two over he may have gotten a better look, perhaps even catching a glimpse of those panties he had seen outlined before. 

He stared at her, noticing that although her knees were now pressed together, her feet were about a foot apart, and he hoped she would relax, just a bit, so that her knees would open, if only a little. 

How he wished he could stop time (a childhood fantasy of his), just for a minute or two. He'd kneel down in front of her, and gently spread her legs, her dress sliding up her thighs. What a site that would reveal! He tried to picture what she would look like, the contrast of her white stockings, the smooth skin of her inner thighs, her panty-covered sex... 

And what color would those panties be? White to match the stockings? Orange to match her dress? He found himself trying to will her knees apart, just to get one more look, just to know... 

But just at that moment, her feet all but slammed together, and one leg slid, quickly crossing over the other. 

Will looked up instinctively, and to his utmost horror found that she was staring right at him! He almost jumped and immediately turned his head down and to the side, searching for ANYTHING else to focus on. He felt his whole body flush with embarrassment. 

"Oh my god!" He thought to himself. "What a fucking asshole I am!" He couldn't believe he'd been busted staring so blatantly, trying to look up a pretty girl's skirt! If the train hadn't just pulled away from the stop, he may have just ran out onto the platform in shame, anything to get away from her. 

And now he knew what an ass he must look like, sitting sideways, staring at his hands, but he couldn't think of anything else to do. 

Eventually his racing heart slowed, and he considered. She may have seen him staring, but could she really be sure what he was staring at? I mean he could've just been daydreaming or something right? How would she KNOW what was going through his mind? Could've been totally innocent, right? 

Well, if he hadn't acted so damn guilty that is... Why didn't he just smile at her as if nothing was wrong? Idiot! 

Very subtly he looked towards her out of the corner of his eye. 

She was sitting just as she had before, her eyes closed, legs crossed. Her expression seemed to be the same too, pleasant, if a bit tired, but certainly not angry. Perhaps he just vastly over reacted. But in any case, he vowed to stop staring at her. 

When they pulled into the next stop, he stood, planning to move a little farther up the car, away from her, but the large influx of new passengers blocked his way, and he only made it a few feet toward the front of the car. There were no seats available in front of him, and his had already been taken. With a shrug he grabbed the nearest pole, turned his back towards the woman, and joined the half dozen or so other passengers who were standing. 

Chapter 5 

Katie felt something bump her foot and when she opened her eyes was surprised at how full the subway car had gotten. She was sure she hadn't dozed off, but... perhaps she just hadn't been paying attention. 

Looking up she saw an elderly woman being led in front of her by an elderly gentleman who appeared to be her husband. In a way they reminded her of the couple at the beginning of the movie "Up." Something about the way he was guiding her was so sweet and tender. When she saw him looking around for somewhere to stand, Katie pulled her purse over her shoulder, grabbed Sandy's bag, and stood up. 

"Please, sit here!" she said to the elderly woman. 

"Thank you, young lady," she responded, as the man led her to the seat. Katie smiled at the couple as she took a few steps and grabbed one of the standing poles with her left hand. But when she turned from the couple, her smile was replaced but a slight look of confusion as she let out her breath. 

Standing up so fast made her head spin, and for a moment she thought she would fall over. She was relieved to make it to the pole, and it took a few moments before she felt completely steady. 

She made sure to brace herself as the car started moving again, and only relaxed once it had reached a steady speed. Finally feeling stable again, she closed her eyes and tried to regain the tranquility she felt while sitting. 

After a while, as her body swayed with the motion of the train, she became acutely aware of the hem of her dress brushing across her thighs, her hair against her neck, and the sleeves of her dress. It was as if her skin had become much more sensitive to any external stimulation. And as before, it wasn't unpleasant, but more of a dull tickling sensation, perhaps the feeling of lightly running one's hand over a mosquito bite. 

She closed her eyes once again, her mind focusing on the feeling of the pole in her hand, the handbag hanging by her side, and the way it gently brushed her calf. Combined with a growing fuzziness she was feeling, this seemed to slip her into a much more relaxed state, and she bent her arm to steady her shoulder against the pole. 

However, when the subway train lurched to the side while rounding a curve, Katie momentarily lost her balance and stumbled back to bump her shoulder into the chest of the passenger who was standing behind her, holding onto the same pole. 

She felt a hand go to her waist to keep her from falling as she grabbed the pole with her other hand, still clutching Sandy's bag. 

"I'm so sorry," she said as she turned towards the person she bumped into. To her surprise she saw that it was that same young man who had previously been sitting across from her. "Oh, hi!" she greeted him with a smile. She noticed that he seemed to have an almost wide-eyed look of terror on his face and she felt his hand quickly pull off of her back. 

She was going to put a hand on his arm reassuringly, but didn't want to let go of the pole. Instead she leaned her head towards him, lightly touching his shoulder with her hair and said, "Thanks for catching me, I'm feeling a bit clumsy I guess." He smiled tentatively at her and opened his mouth as if to speak, but no words came out. 

Katie put Sandy's bag on the floor between her feet and secured a better hold on the pole with both of her hands and once again closed her eyes. 

She thought what a sweet boy this was, so polite, obviously taking his hand from her the moment she steadied herself. Not that she would have minded if he left it there, she certainly would have welcomed his reassuring hand, helping to keep her from losing her balance again. 

And it was such a nice touch, she thought. Not at all like the groping hands of that ape, Rick. It would be comforting and sweet if this young man would put his arm around her. But her mind quickly wandered elsewhere as the train sped down the tracks. 

Chapter 6 

Will took a half of a step back to make room for the fellow passenger reaching for the pole he was holding on to. To his amazement he saw that it was that very same beautiful woman who had been sitting across from him! 

She stood there not a foot in front of him, her hand just inches below his on the pole. He glanced over to where she had been sitting, as if to confirm it was the same woman, and sure enough, in her seat now sat an elderly lady. 

He looked back at the beauty just in front of him, leaning slightly towards her and almost involuntarily breathing in the scent of her fruity shampoo. 

Well, he figured, she must not have been too angry with him if she was standing right there in front of him! Or was she totally unaware that he was there at all? Perhaps he WAS making too much of what had happened earlier. In any case, as she had her back to him, he took the opportunity to look her over as best as he could from such a close angle. 




The Ride Home



He leaned back slightly and saw the sweet roundness of her bottom, his right hand hanging loosely at his side just inches away. Her dress was quite wide open on her back, and he delighted in her smooth skin and the little peek of the white bra strap showing against her shoulder. He closed his eyes and breathed in the wonderful scent of her hair, and wondered how it would feel to lean into her, to press himself against that perfect bottom. 

Just then the subway car lurched to the side as it followed the curving track. He felt the woman stumble back into him, her shoulder impacting his chest, her right hand flying out for balance, still clutching the large red bag. 

Will shot out his right hand, instinctively catching her on her right hip, keeping her from falling over. "I'm so sorry!" she said before looking up at him. "Oh, hi!" she added with a warm smile. 

Will froze, staring at her, suddenly becoming incredibly aware of his hand on her waist. He pulled it back with a jerk. "Thanks for catching me, I'm feeling a bit clumsy I guess," she said, and leaned her head towards him, her hair brushing against his shoulder. Will tried to say something in reply, but couldn't seem to get anything out. 

She just smiled again before turning away, placing the red bag between her feet and grabbing the pole with both hands. 

Still in shock he flexed his right hand, trying to remember how it felt to have that hand against her just moments before. And what if his reach had been a little lower? What if instead of her waist, it was her butt he grabbed to steady her? 

And she apologized to him? What he wouldn't give to have her stumble against him again, perhaps he could better guide his hand the next time. Place it just on her panty line, feel the border of her panties and bare leg, or that strip of skin beneath her dress, between her panties and the top of her stockings... 

Or could he reach higher to catch her? Could he get away with putting his hand around her rib cage? Possibly touching the side of her breast? But now she had a more steady hold of the pole, with the bag on the floor and both hands supporting her. Perhaps at the next bump he could stumble into her! A well placed hand grasping at her to keep him from falling? 

He knew he would never do that, but spent the next 5 or ten minutes thinking of all the wonderful possibilities, still hoping she might fall back again into his waiting arms. 

It seemed as if the subway car passed its peak occupancy at the next stop only a few passengers got on, while a good dozen or so got off. And at the next stop, any possibility of her bumping into him again was gone, as a mass exodus opened up multiple seating options, and she let go of the pole and slipped into an empty pair of seats facing the front of the train. 

Will sighed disappointedly as he watched her sit in the isle seat. He still had a good 20 minutes or so before his stop at the end of the line, and although he knew they would not be standing like that the entire way, was hoping it would have lasted a little while longer. 

He looked down dejectedly and noticed the woman's large red handbag on the floor next to the pole. Reaching down, he grasped the handles and picked up the bag. He took a deep breath and then walked the few steps towards her, and putting his right hand on the seat behind her to steady himself, he extended the bag towards her. 

"Excuse me," he said timidly. 

She looked up at the bag, then at him. Slowly it dawned on her what had happened. "Oh my gosh! Thank you!" she said, accepting the bag and flashing him another one of her beautiful smiles. She turned to put the bag on the seat beside her, but then pulled the bag back onto her lap and looked back at Will while sliding over to the seat against the wall. 

"I'm so sorry, please, you can sit here!" 

Again Will opened his mouth as if to speak, but when nothing came to mind, he gave what he hoped was a relaxed smile and sat down next to her. 

"Thank you again for this," she said, gesturing to the bag before slipping it down on the floor between her legs. "My name's Katie, and I assure you I'm not normally such a klutz. I'm just feeling so tired, I'm not really thinking straight if you know what I mean." 

"I'm Will," he replied, searching for something witty to say. "I've had days like that too...um...you have a little too much..." He cut himself off, about to say "partying" but knowing how utterly inappropriate that would have been. 

"Oh, not that," she said lightly, "I barely had one drink. I'm just so sleepy, that's all." She smiled again and Will noticed her eyes did have a bit of a dreamy, far away look to them he hadn't notice before. 

"In fact," she continued, turning towards him and placing her right hand on his right arm. "If I close my eyes for a bit, can you make sure I don't miss my stop? It's Jefferson street, are you going that far?" 

Will nodded his head eagerly, delighting in the feel of her hand upon him. "Sure, yeah, I'm going all the way to the end, so no problem." He could feel himself start to babble, but could do nothing to stop it. 

"You're so sweet Will, thank you." She rubbed his arm affectionately, closed her eyes, and let her head droop towards him, resting lightly against his shoulder. 

Will could hardly believe what had happened. Here he was sitting next to one of the most perfect women he'd ever laid eyes on, with her head on his shoulder, her hand resting on his arm! 

Suddenly he realized something else. Somehow his right arm (which she had her hand on) had ended up laying between them half on his leg and half on hers. In fact his pinky and ring finger were resting lightly on her leg on top of her dress a few inches from the hem. 

Looking down at her legs, he discovered something else. Not only were her legs not crossed, but her knees were actually a few inches apart, and he thought of the large red bag she had shoved between her feet. But also, when she slid over to the next seat to make room for him, it seemed as though her already short dress had pulled up just a bit more underneath her, showing quite a bit of her thighs. He wondered just how much more of her legs needed to be seen to reveal what he hoped were the tops of her white stockings. 

Looking at her like this, feeling her head against his shoulder, his hand on her leg, Will felt a swelling in his jeans as his penis began stiffening to attention, as if appraising the situation on its own. 

As the motion of the moving train swayed back and forth, he allowed his hand to slide ever so lightly over her leg, his fingers feeling the friction of her dress against her stockings. Each time they moved upward on her leg he went with the motion, but resisted as best he could any motion downward, the result of which, after a few minutes, was that his hand had moved perhaps half an inch upwards. But even that was enough to cause his heart to pound in his chest and his pants to start to get uncomfortably tight. 

All the while, he listened carefully to her breathing, waiting for an indication she might suspect what he was doing. But if anything, her breathing was deep and slow, she definitely seemed to be getting more and more relaxed. 

In fact, he was thrilled to see just how much more relaxed she was becoming, noticing that her legs seemed to part ever so slightly with each bump and sway of the subway car. 

Will knew her feet were on either side of the bag below her, and it seemed that her knees were slowly moving to their natural position straight above her feet. He watched intently, hopeful as her knees would sway apart an inch only to have his hopes dashed as they returned closer together on the next bump. But not quite as close as they were! 

A sudden sway of the car, and two things happened. Will's hand slid almost a full inch up Katie's leg, pulling slightly on the material of her dress. This yanked down a fold of the material on her right leg which fell between her legs. The result of this was that a few extra inches of her inner thigh was revealed to him, and he could finally see the top of her right stocking and a thin strip of bare skin above. 

He stopped breathing and unconsciously pressed his left arm into his lap, giving his swollen member some of the attention it seemed to be calling out for. This new sight, seeing the top of her stocking and sitting so close caused such a reaction in him, he suddenly looked around, hoping nobody noticed him rubbing himself. 

But as they were not in the couple of front facing rows of seats, they were pretty well hidden from the rest of the subway car. Besides, there were not very many passengers left, and those who were left, were paying them no attention. 

He turned his attention back to her. 

He once again allowed his right hand to move ever so slightly against her left leg. Moving up the slightest bit more, he finally reached the border between her stocking and the skin above. Even though he was feeling this through the material of her dress, he was in heaven! 

But of course he wasn't satisfied. He needed to know what was above that glimpse of skin now showing on her right thigh, he needed to see just a little higher. How much farther up would reveal what she was wearing above those stockings, what covered her most valuable of places? 

His heart raced as he continued the slow steady slide upwards, pulling her dress higher and higher on her left leg. 

He knew there was not much farther her dress could go, his arm simply would not reach any farther back. And although he got another half inch or so more of her right thigh revealed, there was no way he could pull far enough. But he had to see, had to at least find out the color of those panties he had seen outlined against that perfect bottom! 

Twisting slightly so as not to disturb her head against his shoulder, he slowly leaned his head downward, hoping to get an angle low enough to allow him that extra inch or so that he so badly needed. 

Just as he was at his limit, leaning as far as he could realistically go, her legs miraculously parted just a bit more, and she seemed to scoot down just a little bit in her seat. 

Will was finally able to see the tiniest sliver of color, the pale yellow fabric of her panties covering that most magical place on her body. 

Chapter 7 

Katie was so grateful when that nice boy, Will, brought over the bag she had left against the pole. She definitely wasn't thinking as clearly as she wanted to, and it was so nice to have someone looking after her. 

It was cute how uncomfortable he seemed when she thanked him and made room for him to sit down next to her. And when she asked him to make sure she didn't sleep through her stop, he did seem to relax a little bit. Although she didn't think she actually would fall asleep, she definitely was feeling a bit "dreamy" and it felt nice to have him there to make sure she was ok. 

And to tell the truth, just holding on to his arm like that, with her head against his shoulder, just felt so comfortable, so relaxing. Somehow she just felt safe. 

After a short while, Katie became aware of that same light tickling sensation on her leg. She became aware of Will's hand laying between them and she could feel his fingers lightly sliding back and forth the tiniest bit on her leg. She figured it was unintentional, just a consequence of the train and her newfound hypersensitivity to touch. As before it was such a pleasant sensation, she just relaxed against him and enjoyed the simple feeling. 

It wasn't until a few minutes later that she realized that there actually was something intentional in his movements. With the motion of the subway car, his hand would slide sideways, or a tiny bit up her leg, but never seemed to slide back downward. She opened her eyes just the tiniest bit and without moving her head, peered over at Will. 

Sure enough, he was looking down at her lap with the utmost concentration. Katie followed his gaze to see what had caught his attention. Honestly she was a little shocked to see the state of her dress, bunched up much farther than she would normally have allowed. And to make matters worse, her knees were not in their normal "lady like" position, but rather parted, quite far actually! She knew this was mostly due to Sandy's bag between her legs, but that was no reason her knees couldn't still be together. 

But all of this went through her mind in a sort of detached way. In the row of seats on this part of the subway car, the only thing in front of her was the back of the next row, so she knew she wasn't flashing anybody. And there was something sweet about that cute boy, Will, obviously trying to get a better look at her. She really had only herself to blame sitting like that with her little orange dress pulled up so far on her thighs. 

The last thing she wanted to do was embarrass him again, like before, so she just closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his hand rubbing her dress lightly over her stocking. 

When the subway car suddenly lurched sideways, it wasn't Will's hand sliding up her leg, or the tightening of her dress across her lap that snapped her attention back to the present as much as it was the sharp intake of breath she heard from Will. 

When she slowly opened her eyes again, it took a moment to realize exactly what she was looking at. Somehow her legs had parted eyen more, her knees now outside of her spread feet. This had exposed even more of her thighs, and she could now see the top of the white thigh high on her right leg. She stared at this for a moment confused, forgetting that she was even wearing stockings instead of pantyhose. 

Then she heard a slow exhale from Will, and realized that he must have been holding his breath. She smiled dreamily to herself, thinking how cute it was, Will looking at her like that. The sweet young man had looked after her so well on her trip home, she certainly didn't mind if he enjoyed looking at her a little bit. There was certainly no harm in that! 

She once again closed her eyes and listened to the now quick, short intakes of breath by the young, sweet man beside her. 

But then his breathing stopped altogether, again. 

Curious, Katie opened her eyes. To her surprise, she saw that he was actually leaning his head forward and down. Again it took a few moments for her to realize what exactly he was doing, but finally it became clear. He was trying to look even further up her dress! 

She couldn't help but smile again at the studious look on his face as he tried getting his head in the proper position while keeping the rest of his body from moving. There was something about it that seemed to cute, trying so hard, looking so determined! 

Barely suppressing a giggle she felt from bursting out, she watched him strain his neck, gaining perhaps an inch more. But from the look on his face, she knew he was not seeing all that he wanted. 

What the heck, she said to herself. He's been so sweet to me. And without another thought, she tightened her butt and slid herself forward about an inch in her seat so that her dress rode up another few inches. 

As she peered down at the pale yellow panties now on display between her spread thighs, she heard a sound almost like a cough coming from beside her as Will expelled a small burst of breath. Her eyes drifted to his face and the amusing image of a young adolescent looking through a Victoria's Secret catalog ran through her head. 

And it wasn't as if she were wearing anything sexy, just plain cotton panties. She surely wouldn't have done that if she was wearing one of Sandy's kind of panties. But in any case, he sure did seem to be enjoying the view. 

Suddenly, as if sensing her eyes on him, he peered up at her. And when he saw her looking back at him, his eyes widened almost comically as he sat up straight and pulled his hand from her leg, causing her head to all but bounce off his shoulder. 

The last thing Katie wanted was for him to feel bad about what had happened (which she knew was largely her own doing), so even as he turned away, she gently put her head back on his shoulder, hooked her left arm around his right and murmured, "It's Ok, Will." She could still feel the tension in his arm, and knew he wasn't reassured. 

Concerned, she pulled his left arm to her side and with her right hand still on his forearm, slid his hand back to where it had been on her leg. "Those light touches feel really nice really." 

With her eyes closed again she didn't notice that when she slid his arm back onto her leg it caused the hem of her dress to slide all the way up, to the point where it revealed the leg band of her panties on the top of her left thigh. She also didn't realize that in pulling his hand towards her that his hand now rested on the inside of her leg rather than the outside. 

What she did notice however, was that after a few moments his body finally seemed to relax. A moment later, she felt his hand start moving ever so lightly once more against her skin. She smiled to herself, glad that she had not embarrassed him again, and let her mind wander amid the pleasant tickling sensations coming from her leg. 

Katie felt very happy and content. 

After a few minutes, she noticed that his touches, still pleasantly light, travelled along her thigh. It was such a different sensation when he was brushing his fingers over the top of her stocking as opposed to when he was touching her bare skin. She opened her eyes a little and watched his hand making small circles, his fingers floating gently over the exposed skin on her thigh, tracing along the edge of her stocking, then sliding over their white material. She found it incredibly relaxing. 

The circles of movement seemed to be getting a little larger each time around, and on one pass upward on her thigh, Katie saw the tip of his pinky brush lightly against the yellow cotton of her panties, pressing gently into the soft pad of flesh of her outer labia before his hand slowly travelled back towards her stocking. 

She noticed this in a detached sort of way, the sensation of the touch so close to her most private of places feeling much the same as the feeling when he touched her leg through her stocking. 

The next time his hand came around, his finger once again brushed against the same area of her panties, travelling a little longer along the edge of her panties. 

Katie watched his motions with only the slightest curiosity, feeling more and more relaxed. 

When Will stopped the circular motions of his hand, and settled on that one area of her panties, now sliding up and down on the side of her crotch closest to him with his middle finger, she began closing her eyes again, feeling on the verge of sleep. 

Will's finger slid lightly up and down a few more times, then paused slightly before sliding sideways, up and over the bulge of Katie's sex to the other side. 

Her eyes snapped open. 

As his fingers slid over her panties, grazing her outer lips through the cotton material, a different intense sensation jolted through Katie's body. Is was as if a tuning fork had been struck in her crotch, which vibrated through her stomach, moving up through her chest to settle in her nipples. 

In contrast to all the sensations she had been experiencing until this point, that one touch was so ... sexual. Almost immediately her body reacted as she felt her nipples harden and felt a new kind of heat generating between her legs. 

She watched as Will's finger gently stroked the right side of her panties, and felt her body flinch again as it traveled back over her mound, stimulating that same spot, sending another jolt of pleasure through her. 

She had never felt such an immediate rush of pleasure so abruptly before! 

Her eyes were glued to the tip of his middle finger as it slid upwards along the side of her panties, tracing the same path as before, but somehow the sensation was so much different now. 




The Ride Home



As we exit off the highway on our way back to your place I think to myself that it has been a great evening. My mind strays back to us on the dance floor, losing ourselves to each other and the music. There is the particularly fond memory of our bodies pressed firmly together etched in my mind. A medium paced reggae song was sending out a smooth beat that had all of the couples dancing sensuously. I was dancing behind you, my face next to yours, partially buried in your hair. As I recall the wonderful smell of your hair and it sends a shiver of pleasure up my spine. I take my hand off the gear shift and put it on yours and tell you how wonderful you look tonight. The look in your eyes says all I all need to know. However, the wonderful moment is crushed when I recall that we won't be able to complete the evening with some fantastic love making. I have to be up first thing in the morning for an important business trip and need my rest. My mood softens quickly though as I recall how you handled the news of my trip and how we would have to cut our date short because of the unexpected business trip. I squeeze your hand slightly and tell you that you're the best. I let my mind stray back to the dance floor and recall…

…How it felt to have your body pressed up against mine. Feeling the moment of your body against me, the bass of the beat working its way to the core of our being. My arms wrapped around your sexy waist, moving slowly down to your thighs, savoring every inch. The silky fabric of your dress matches the silky smooth feel of your skin. I start to get hard thinking about running my hands across your naked body. I can feel you start to press the wonderful curve of your bottom firmly against my hips. I alter the movement of my hips so that you can feel my body moving back and forth across your bottom, following the wonderful curves of your cheeks. I whisper into your ear that you are just too sexy. You turn around and we kiss passionately, our tongues mimicking the dance of our bodies. I want you, I want you badly and curse this stupid business trip that will prevent us from being together all night…

Recalling all of this has made me hard again and I unconsciously withdraw my hand from yours and adjust myself to a position that is more comfortable. As I go to put my hand back in yours, out of the corner of my eye I catch a very mischievous smile on your face. I look over at you, give you my most innocent, I didn't do anything look, and ask "What?". You playfully point out that your glad that your not the only one who got a little revved up by our dancing tonight. I tell you how could I not? I was dancing with the sexiest woman in the world. I then mumble something about the stupid business trip and not being able to follow through on a night of passion.

What I so often forget is that underneath that cool exterior is a very playful woman. I should have not been the least bit surprised when you hike up your dress, spread your legs and start to gently caress the surface of your panties. Even in the dim light of the passing streetlights I can your sweet wetness glistening through your panties. I go "Oh honey no, you know I can't take this. Not tonight!" You laugh and tell me how much I deserve to be tortured for having altered our night. You point out that it is only fair that I be thinking about what I am missing while I am away. Not being able to resist I start to move my hand up your leg towards your sweet kitty. You push my hand away and tell me something about me having to suffer. I can see you getting more turned on by my dilemma. You know I want you. You know how I love to lose myself in you, feel your body pressed against mine, dancing a far more intimate dance. I love the way you look, smell and feel. Most of all I cherish that magical connection that unites us. It was there from the moment that we first me a year ago.

I can see those nipples that I love to lick and suck, poking through the fabric of your bra and dress, rock hard with excitement. You reach over and run you hand along my manhood and tell me how good and hard it is, just the way you like it. I watch you slip a finger under your panties, tip your head back and let out a soft moan. I let out a small whimper, wanting to feel your smooth lips and slick juices. I mumble something about killing my partner for scheduling an early out of town meeting first thing in the morning. Making a mental note to find him a girlfriend. Seeing my obvious discomfort you withdraw your finger from your womanhood and it glistens in the streetlights, wet from your juices. You then take that same finger and run it across my lips and tell me to remember this while I am at the meeting tomorrow. That kills me, I can smell your sweet juices with every breath. Your sweet scent overwhelming me as we pull up to your driveway.

Lowering your skirt, you step out the car as I walk around to try to open the door. I watch you walk towards your door and let out a small sigh. The sight of watching you walking sexily up to your door combined with your scent drive me wild. I sit there totally entranced watching the hints of your curves move underneath that sexy dress. This is too much for any man to take. Something snaps inside of me and I decide that I am going to fulfill one of your fantasies right here and now. Several months ago you had expressed to me a desire to be taken forcefully. This was radically different from our usual soft and tender love making and I had been hesitant about trying it, but seeing our sexy body and smelling your juices on my mustache sent all of those hesitations went right out the window. You knew that you had me under your spell, be careful about what you ask for.

Your still playing real coy as you fiddle with the key to your door and glance at me with an "I just got him good" grin on your face. As you wiggle the key in the lock, you seductively swivel your hips back and forth in the way that you know drives me crazy. You see me start to run towards the door and you start to hurry to get in before I can get to the door. You just mange to get the door open when I come rushing up behind you. I grab your right arm and push the door open with my left hand. I push you inside and kick the door shut with my foot. I turn you around and hesitate a fraction of a second to make sure that you are cool with this. The twinkle in your eyes tells me all I need to know and I kiss you passionately in the mouth. My tongue probing deep inside. I pull you tight to me. My large hands cupping your cheeks and pulling firmly against me. Pushing you up again the wall my tongue still probes deeper into your mouth seeking out yours. Your tongue attempts to evade mine. I squeeze you butt firmly with my hands, pressing your mound firmly against my very hard cock. I hear a moan escape from you mouth as our tongues meet and you begin to press your own attack deep into my mouth.

Still kissing you, I use my right hand to unfasten my belt. I pull away and say "So you like to tease, huh?" A coy "who me?" grin appears on your face. "I'll take that as a yes. Well now I am going to show you what happens to women who like to tease!" At that I spin you around so that you are now facing the couch and firmly push you in that direction. I can feel you starting to resist so I grab your hair and twist it in my hand so that I can control your head, turn you around and say "So you want to tease, well now you can please and you can start by sucking on my cock!" At that I pull your head down to my crotch and tell you to finish undoing my pants. You hesitate and I add "Now!" You unbutton my pants, undo my zipper, pull off my shoes and then slide my pants and underwear off. I hold your head close so that my cock slaps you in the side of your face as it springs free from my underwear. A bit of pre-cum remains on your face we my cock slid against your face. Finally free to breath my cock stands straight up and hard, almost touching my belly button. Pre-cum begins to flow in earnest at the head.

I use my finger to wipe the pre-cum off of your face and stick it in front of your mouth. "Lick it! Lick it good and clean! Do a good job on my finger and I'll give you a reward!" Your lips wrap around my finger. The wetness and heat of your mouth it sends a shiver of pleasure throughout my body causing my cock to jump. The pre-cum that had been forming on the head flies free and lands on your breast. Soaking the material of your dress. I let out a soft moan as you start to move your mouth up and down my finger. I withdraw my finger from your mouth and guide your mouth to my cock.

You start at the base and run you tongue slowly up my shaft. My cock jumps at the initial touch of your tongue, electric charges of pleasure run through my entire body. There I am in the middle of the living room, naked from the waist down, cock out hard in front of me, a handful of your hair in my hand and your hands on my ass, squeezing my firm cheeks. You are on your knees, working my member with your skilled mouth.

Your hands clutching my firm butt and you take the head into your mouth. I nearly shoot my load into your mouth as you envelop me. I can feel your warm moist mouth sucking on me, pulling me into you. I can feel your nails digging into my cheeks as you try to take all of me into your mouth. "Yeah that's right, show me how a big tease sucks cock! Yeah that is it babe, keep on sucking on it because I am going to shoot a big load into your mouth! That's right now start stroking my balls with your hand! Massage them so that they generate a big burning load for me to shoot right into your mouth!" I look down and you look so incredibly gorgeous. Your head bobbing up and down on my cock. Flashes of your cleavage visible every so often. Ugh, your killing me, I want to explode, I can feel the pressure building. One hand pumping my shaft in unison with your mouth, the other massaging my balls, coaxing them to generate a huge load. I can feel my cock begin to shudder the load begins to work its way up from my balls to my throbbing member. I shout "I'm cumming!" as my cock shudders and spurts for the first time tonight. I can feel you pumping harder with you mouth now, trying to coax out every last drop. Oh you are so beautiful. I can feel you cleaning me with your tongue, I pull you up and kiss you passionately. The sweet taste of my cum is still in your mouth. I kiss you all over your lips, savoring their softness and work my way up to your ear and start nibbling on the lobe.

Meanwhile start slowly massaging our mound with my hand. I work my way down your throat and start to nibble on your collar bone and the small little hollow out by your shoulder and then follow the neckline of your dress down to your cleavage. While kissing and nibbling the center of your chest and throat I bring my hands up to your breast and begin to slowly circle them with my thumbs. Slowly making the circles smaller and smaller until I start to brush against your nipples, teasing them as I feel them growing harder and harder with each pass until they are fully erect. I then make full contact and start to flick them with my thumbs, a moan of pleasure escapes from your mouth.

You start to speak, but I say "No not yet, we're not done, now I going to give it to you good and hard!" I pick up my belt and push you over to the edge of the couch. You turn around to look at me, but I turn you back around and push you over the arm of the couch. I grab your hands and use my belt to tie them behind your back. You can see me in the mirror across the way. You see me hike up you dress and then take a step back and admire your nice ass. "Honey, you are fine., now I am going to give you something that you deserve for being such a tease!" I step up behind you, you can feel the head of my hardening cock against you leg, the head still moist with your saliva and cum. I then give your bottom a good slap. The stinging sound of my hand connecting with your ass is sharp and crisp. Then with my hand still stinging I give you another slap. I hear a moan of pleasure escape from your lips and say "yeah, what every good tease deserves!" My hand still on your ass I start to massage it slowly, working my way down between your legs. Your panties are so wet! I start massaging your lips through your panties, feeling every curve. You start to wiggle your bottom to get more of my hand on your pussy. I give your lovely ass a smack and tell you that you will get what I give you when I am ready. I slide a finger underneath your panties and start to rub my finger up and down you slit. I can feel your juices flowing over my finger. You feel absolutely incredible, you are so wet, part of me wonders why we never did this before. "Yeah that is a good tease nice and wet!" I can feel you starting to wiggle you hips again to get my finger up by your clit, but I am not going to that. "yeah, you want me to touch your clit, don't you?" I hear you whimper something that sounds like yes, but I don't give in because you didn't say it loud enough, so I continue to gently play with your lips intentionally avoiding your clit, occasionally giving your ass a good smack when you start moving too much. Then I slide a finger deep into your pussy. I feel my finger instantly become enveloped by your pussy. My finger is slick with your juices. I start pumping it in and out rubbing along the top of your pussy looking for your G-Spot. Felling the muscles of your pussy opening up t receive me I stick in a second finger and start pumping furiously. You start bucking your hip like a wild woman. I get down on my knees and bury my face deep into your pussy. I penetrate you with my tongue and plow through your pussy as I work my way to your clit. I find the spot on your clit that you like me to caress with my tongue and lick, twirl and suck for all I am worth. You juice are running down my chin. With my hand spread across your ass I slide my thumb deep inside your pussy to assist my tongue as I lick your clit. You are like a wild woman, bucking up and down on my face. I grab your ass to push you closer to me, your right on the edge, I can feel your orgasm building as moans of pleasure escape from your mouth. Your orgasm hits and it takes all my strength for me to hold onto your bucking hips and keep the pressure on your clit. Feeling your orgasm start to pass I bury my tongue in your clit wanting to full your wonderful pussy pulse in post orgasm pleasure. I then stand up and say, "Liked that didn't you? Well now I am going to push my cock deep inside you." I stand up and grab your ass and spread it with my hands, squeezing the flesh and savoring the view. My cock has long since been hard again and is wet with pre-cum. I start sliding the head of my cock around your ass and legs, and then take your panties and push the to on side. I then slide the head of my cock along your very wet pussy. Gently moving it back and forth. I then take my shaft in hand and start using the head to massage your clit. I can hear you begging me to put it inside of you, but I still want to tease you, show you what it feels like.

Then I put the head in your pussy so that I am just starting to penetrate. You try to get more of me inside, but because your legs are off the ground and your hands tied you can't get the leverage to do so. I bend over and whisper in your ear "you want it don't you? You want to feel my hard cock buried deep inside you." You respond "yes! I want you deep inside me!" I slide it in slow and deep savoring every sweet inch as your pussy sucks me in and envelops me as I sink in to the hilt and let out a loud "Oh baby, you are so good and tight!" Then I slowly withdraw so that only my head is inside and then plunge it back deep inside. I repeat this a few more times, each time picking up speed until I am pounding you fast and hard. The only sound in the room is the sound of our flesh slapping together, now wet with sweat and our juices with an occasional moan of pleasure form each of us.

I look down and see my cock thrusting in and out of you, glistening with your juices. I see you gorgeous ass jiggle every time I drive it in deep. I can feel my ball slapping against your pussy and your juices dribbling down my leg as they leak out along my shaft. You are so beautiful! I can feel you getting ready to cum. I can feel your pussy pulsating on my shaft. Your muscles squeezing me, not wanting to let me go. I can feel my own orgasm building up in me! I start pumping faster and faster. "oh baby I'm gonna cum!" I feel my cock throb inside of you as hot cum goes spurting out inside of you. I can your orgasm hit and your juices wash over my cock and your pussy starts to pulsate. I untie your hands and turn you over, kiss you passionately and tell you how you are the sexiest woman alive and how much I love you as we collapse in a heap on the couch.

We wake up the next morning still entangled on the couch to the sound of my pager going off and we look to see my partner's number on it and both break out laughing.



The Ride Home



A well dressed passenger hurries to catch the last train home. He just makes it, and still panting a bit, opens the nearest compartment and sits down, without looking much at his fellow passengers. When he regains his breath, he notices that there are 3 young women in the compartment, talking about a tournament they've been to. The discussion is animated. Soft music is playing in the back ground but hardly audible. The lively banter drowns it out. Apparently they've had a good time at their Judo tournament. He catches their names, Amanda, Michelle and Caroline. All lovely beautiful women.

Gradually, he becomes aware of the real topic, he hides behind his paper. It's about men. The women are so into their conversation, they didn't realize him dropping into the compartment, as they continue their discussion.

Caroline seems to be bolder than the other two. She speaks up "Men!!! You just can't depend on them. They tell you one thing and do another, you can't trust them." Amanda then speaks up, "Yeah, and you can tell them to put out the garbage, and he'll say "sure," but an hour later it's still sitting there." The discussion goes on like that for a while, until finally Michelle says, "No matter what you tell a man to do, he simply won't do it. We might as well give up on men all together."

At that point, the late traveler, has regained his composure and is listening quietly, feels compelled to step in and defend his sex, or at least some members of it.

He lays his paper to the side and scrapes his throat. "Ahem" The women turn as his dark voice begins to fill the compartment and notice for the first time that he's there with them.

"Personally, I feel that your opinions about men are justified, for many of us , but some, frankly, hold you in high regard. And would gladly put the garbage out. And do as they're told, just for the love of you.

The women, startled at first, sit there listening to him. Then suddenly Caroline speaks up, "Oh yeah? Prove it then. Stand up!"

The man stands up. Caroline likes this and winks at her two friends. Boldly she tells him, "Hey, you obey well. Now let's try this, turn yourself around for us." The man eager to please, turns around full circle and smiles at the women. "Mmmm girls, we have ourselves an obedient man here."

The other women break the silence and start giggling. Amanda orders him, "Take your socks and shoes off now. And make it look damn sexy too." The man starts wiggling his butt for them, turns and bends over, unties his shoes and removes them, then he removes his socks. The women are laughing out loud now, enjoying themselves. 

Caroline decides to test him even further. She looks him sternly in the eyes and orders him, "Now, go on, take off your shirt too." Still the man doesn't flinch. He's dancing a little to the music now, begins to slowly unbutton his shirt. Wanting to tease them, he slides it slowly off his body, revealing his toned chest. Tossing it at them, he bows to them, "At your service, ladies."

Amanda, tells him, "Hey, don't stop there, go on! Take off the pants too." And of course he's so into it now, he wouldn't dare disobey them. He unbuttons the top button, then slowly slides the zipper down. He hooks his fingers into the front of them, and slowly slides them down, all the while shaking his ass for them, then once their down, he steps out of them. Of course, the ladies are really getting into this. The tell him to go ahead and finish, to strip for them completely.

He then hooks his thumbs into his briefs, then for a split second, he seems to hesitate. He feels a blush creep all over his body. But Caroline gives him a very stern look and he feels himself compelled to obey. He then begins to slide his briefs down, once down he covers his cock with his hands and steps out of them. At the same time he feels happy to please the women, but ashamed of his nakedness, he's not sure what to do next. 

Caroline steps forward, and removes his hands from his cock. His throbbing, pulsating cock springs forward, he can't remember being so hard, and knows his precum is leaking out slowly. He feels as if all the blood in his body has drained down to his cock. She touches him and he shudders, she begins to stroke him and touch his body all over. And when he feels that he can stand it no longer, she slaps his cock, making it subside, making him feel like a toy.

Turning she sits down and hikes her skirt up looking him in the eye she tells him, "Well, you sure are an obedient fellah. Why don't you help me out a bit, I could use some cleaning here." The man prepares to drop to his knees, almost losing his balance as the train rides over an uneven patch. It makes him appear slow. "On your knees now!", she tells him.

He falls to his knees in front of her and pushes his head into her waiting wet cunt, he becomes exhilarated by her scent. He starts licking it, lapping her juices, sliding his tongue across, and up and down her slit. He forgets his cock and begins to fuck her pussy with his tongue, letting his nose rub into her clit. Pushing it deeper and deeper, grinding her clit with his nose, he feels her tense and then scream out as she cums all over his face. He laps her slowly, cleaning her, allowing her time to regain her composure. 

He kneels back, and feels Michelle, beckoning him to her. She stands and drops her pants, revealing that she has no undies on. Then orders him to serve her next. She sits down and spreads her legs, he crawls over to her, he begins to slide her pussy lips apart with his tongue. He continues to eat her sweet cunt, until she finally finds her release and screams out, with her cum all over his face, he laps her clean. He then moves over to Amanda, and eats her beautifully shaven pussy out. He's in heaven, and after what seems like an eternity, he's finally satisfied them all. Exhausted he falls back, still wet from all their juices on his face.

Caroline, stands and smiles at him, "My, my, you sure are a please man." Methinks, you deserve a reward." While saying this she lays him on the floor, on his back. She then mounts him, with her ass near his face, she bends over and takes his semi hard cock, and gently begins to suck it. Amanda and Michelle come over and begin taking turns kissing his inner thighs and sucking his balls into their mouths. He becomes instantly hard, with all their scents on him and their tongues and mouths working him The feeling of Caroline's firm, naked butt on his chest heightens his arousal even more. He begins licking her butt as she continues to suck in deep into her mouth and harder. Sliding her tongue up and down and letting her teeth graze his shaft. Up and down she goes, the other two kissing and sucking his balls. Caroline sucks it completely into her mouth hard, teasing the head with her tongue. He begins to thrust his hips upwards, going faster, driving his hard cock into her mouth. He feels his balls tighten, his breathing very ragged, he arches his back and explodes violently into her mouth. She takes every last drop of his cum and swallows, then continues to milk him dry, till finally he is limp again. 

Only then does Caroline turn smiling at him. "Now, there's a good man. You sure made your point. There are nice men out there!"

This story was written by lingeriel, who is a wonderful man, and a good submissive.



The Ride Home



A well dressed passenger hurries to catch the last train home. He just makes it, and still panting a bit, opens the nearest compartment and sits down, without looking much at his fellow passengers. When he regains his breath, he notices that there are 3 young women in the compartment, talking about a tournament they've been to. The discussion is animated. Soft music is playing in the back ground but hardly audible. The lively banter drowns it out. Apparently they've had a good time at their Judo tournament. He catches their names, Amanda, Michelle and Caroline. All lovely beautiful women.

Gradually, he becomes aware of the real topic, he hides behind his paper. It's about men. The women are so into their conversation, they didn't realize him dropping into the compartment, as they continue their discussion.

Caroline seems to be bolder than the other two. She speaks up "Men!!! You just can't depend on them. They tell you one thing and do another, you can't trust them." Amanda then speaks up, "Yeah, and you can tell them to put out the garbage, and he'll say "sure," but an hour later it's still sitting there." The discussion goes on like that for a while, until finally Michelle says, "No matter what you tell a man to do, he simply won't do it. We might as well give up on men all together."

At that point, the late traveler, has regained his composure and is listening quietly, feels compelled to step in and defend his sex, or at least some members of it.

He lays his paper to the side and scrapes his throat. "Ahem" The women turn as his dark voice begins to fill the compartment and notice for the first time that he's there with them.

"Personally, I feel that your opinions about men are justified, for many of us , but some, frankly, hold you in high regard. And would gladly put the garbage out. And do as they're told, just for the love of you.

The women, startled at first, sit there listening to him. Then suddenly Caroline speaks up, "Oh yeah? Prove it then. Stand up!"

The man stands up. Caroline likes this and winks at her two friends. Boldly she tells him, "Hey, you obey well. Now let's try this, turn yourself around for us." The man eager to please, turns around full circle and smiles at the women. "Mmmm girls, we have ourselves an obedient man here."

The other women break the silence and start giggling. Amanda orders him, "Take your socks and shoes off now. And make it look damn sexy too." The man starts wiggling his butt for them, turns and bends over, unties his shoes and removes them, then he removes his socks. The women are laughing out loud now, enjoying themselves. 

Caroline decides to test him even further. She looks him sternly in the eyes and orders him, "Now, go on, take off your shirt too." Still the man doesn't flinch. He's dancing a little to the music now, begins to slowly unbutton his shirt. Wanting to tease them, he slides it slowly off his body, revealing his toned chest. Tossing it at them, he bows to them, "At your service, ladies."

Amanda, tells him, "Hey, don't stop there, go on! Take off the pants too." And of course he's so into it now, he wouldn't dare disobey them. He unbuttons the top button, then slowly slides the zipper down. He hooks his fingers into the front of them, and slowly slides them down, all the while shaking his ass for them, then once their down, he steps out of them. Of course, the ladies are really getting into this. The tell him to go ahead and finish, to strip for them completely.

He then hooks his thumbs into his briefs, then for a split second, he seems to hesitate. He feels a blush creep all over his body. But Caroline gives him a very stern look and he feels himself compelled to obey. He then begins to slide his briefs down, once down he covers his cock with his hands and steps out of them. At the same time he feels happy to please the women, but ashamed of his nakedness, he's not sure what to do next. 

Caroline steps forward, and removes his hands from his cock. His throbbing, pulsating cock springs forward, he can't remember being so hard, and knows his precum is leaking out slowly. He feels as if all the blood in his body has drained down to his cock. She touches him and he shudders, she begins to stroke him and touch his body all over. And when he feels that he can stand it no longer, she slaps his cock, making it subside, making him feel like a toy.

Turning she sits down and hikes her skirt up looking him in the eye she tells him, "Well, you sure are an obedient fellah. Why don't you help me out a bit, I could use some cleaning here." The man prepares to drop to his knees, almost losing his balance as the train rides over an uneven patch. It makes him appear slow. "On your knees now!", she tells him.

He falls to his knees in front of her and pushes his head into her waiting wet cunt, he becomes exhilarated by her scent. He starts licking it, lapping her juices, sliding his tongue across, and up and down her slit. He forgets his cock and begins to fuck her pussy with his tongue, letting his nose rub into her clit. Pushing it deeper and deeper, grinding her clit with his nose, he feels her tense and then scream out as she cums all over his face. He laps her slowly, cleaning her, allowing her time to regain her composure. 

He kneels back, and feels Michelle, beckoning him to her. She stands and drops her pants, revealing that she has no undies on. Then orders him to serve her next. She sits down and spreads her legs, he crawls over to her, he begins to slide her pussy lips apart with his tongue. He continues to eat her sweet cunt, until she finally finds her release and screams out, with her cum all over his face, he laps her clean. He then moves over to Amanda, and eats her beautifully shaven pussy out. He's in heaven, and after what seems like an eternity, he's finally satisfied them all. Exhausted he falls back, still wet from all their juices on his face.

Caroline, stands and smiles at him, "My, my, you sure are a please man." Methinks, you deserve a reward." While saying this she lays him on the floor, on his back. She then mounts him, with her ass near his face, she bends over and takes his semi hard cock, and gently begins to suck it. Amanda and Michelle come over and begin taking turns kissing his inner thighs and sucking his balls into their mouths. He becomes instantly hard, with all their scents on him and their tongues and mouths working him The feeling of Caroline's firm, naked butt on his chest heightens his arousal even more. He begins licking her butt as she continues to suck in deep into her mouth and harder. Sliding her tongue up and down and letting her teeth graze his shaft. Up and down she goes, the other two kissing and sucking his balls. Caroline sucks it completely into her mouth hard, teasing the head with her tongue. He begins to thrust his hips upwards, going faster, driving his hard cock into her mouth. He feels his balls tighten, his breathing very ragged, he arches his back and explodes violently into her mouth. She takes every last drop of his cum and swallows, then continues to milk him dry, till finally he is limp again. 

Only then does Caroline turn smiling at him. "Now, there's a good man. You sure made your point. There are nice men out there!"

This story was written by lingeriel, who is a wonderful man, and a good submissive.



The Ride Home



We are leaving the restaurant after a very nice dinner out with friends. The food was great, the atmosphere, great and the conversation was fun. As we walk to the car I tell you how great you look. You are wearing a blue short skirt, silky blue blouse, white stockings and sexy high heel shoes. I open the car door and as you are getting in your skirt rides up just so slightly on your gorgeous legs. I immediately tell you how sexy you are. 

I go around to the drivers side of the car, take off my sports jacket throw it in the back seat and get in the car. Before I start the car I lean over to give you a kiss. Your lips are waiting for mine, you taste so good. We share a very sexy passionate kiss. Still kissing our lips part and our tongues find each others and dance together. We are both very turned on for each other.

We start the drive away from the city to our home in the burbs. My hand gently rest on your thigh, on top of your skirt. The feel of your stocking clad leg under your skirt fills me with desire. I start to daydream about which panties you selected to wear under your skirt. 

My hand slowly moves down your leg and off you skirt. Down to you knee and back up to where the leg ends and the skirt begins. I continue this motion for some time as we drive along getting hornier and hornier as we go. Your stockings feel so smooth and soft, the feel of your left underneath the silky material makes my cock start to stir. You begin to sigh as my hands makes my trips on your leg. With each trip my touch gets a bit firmer. My hand also moves slightly under your skirt, up higher on your thigh.

Slowly, finger by finger my hand moves under your skirt. Higher up your thigh. Your sighs become sensuous moans and you ask if I am OK driving in this state. I say yes and continue my slow seduction. You move your hand to my thigh and start caressing my leg - mirroring the movements I am making on your leg.

My hand is now very close to your pussy. As it gently travels towards its ultimate destination I feel the top of your stocking. I glance at you and smile. You pull your skirt up to reveal that you have on beautiful thigh high stockings. They look incredible and you know how much I love seeing you in them. Above the thigh highs is your beautiful pussy hidden by the prettiest lacy white panties. Your pussy shows through the lacy white patch of material covering. That material is also very wet. My smile is as wide as it can be. You tell me you have been thinking about my reaction to the stockings all night. You add that you are very hot.

My hand continues to caress your thigh as I try to concentrate on driving. I move my hand to the top of your leg and start tracing the line of your panties with my fingers. Moving ever closer to your pussy, the sensation coming through my fingers is going directly to my hard cock. I continue this teasing as I do not let my finger touch your pussy, although you are moving your body so that I do. You whisper that you are so hot and want more. 

You move my hand away from its mission and reach under your skirt and take off your panties. You rub the wet fabric on my nose and mouth and I instinctively like your juices from the material. You taste and smell so good. You drop the panties on the floor and set back in you seat, in the same motion you pull your skirt up so you pussy is completely exposed. My hand moves to the top of your pussy and it meets your pubic hair which feels so good. It feels so good that you want me this much.

My fingers move down over your clit to your pussy lips. It is very wet and your lips open immediately to soak my fingers in your sweet juices. You are ,moaning and demanding me to put my fingers inside you, deep inside you. I tease you and move them around your opening without going in.

I move to your slit which is so slippery for all the juices. It feels so good under my finger. Slippery , hard and wanting. I rub the top of it and make circles around the sides of it with my finger. I press a little harder which causes more juices out of you pussy. You now have your blouse unbuttoned, your bra un clasped and your nipples being teased by your fingers. As a steal a glance from my driving you are incredibly sexy lit only be the dashboard lights. 

I move my fingers down you labia and this time thrust my finger inside your beckoning lips. It slides in so easily as you gasp with excitement. The inside walls of your pussy feel like silk around my finger and I keep it deep inside you enjoying the sensation. Your hand has moved from my thigh and is rubbing my incredibly hard cock. My pants are wet with pre-cum.

I move my finger in and out of your pussy. Slowly at first then quicker and quicker. You are moaning and telling me to fuck you with my finger hard. My finger moves back to your clit. I rub it hard now and add a second finger to add to the pleasure. A third finger does its best to move in and out of you pussy. As we reach our exit off the interstate you orgasm long and hard.. It takes a while until you are able to say anything - your words are predictable - adequate!

Again, you ask if I am OK driving. I am and you start to unzip my pants. You rub my dick through the underwear that is soaking wet. You maneuver my hard long cock out of the underwear and move your mouth towards it. You take me deep into your mouth devouring me with your tongue all the way in. Up and down you suck my cock with your incredible mouth. You are sucking hard, following your mouth with you hand wrapped around my cock. I tell you that I am about to explode. You look up at me smile and plunge your mouth back onto my exploding cock. I cum in your mouth like I have never cum before. You take it all in then lick up what little is left on my dick. We stock for a traffic light and you kiss me so we can share our love juices.

We are close to home now but I suggest we stop at the parking lot of the local state park. You quickly agree to the plan. When we get there you are completely naked except for the beautiful thigh high and high heel shoes. So Sexy! As I am turning off the car you are kissing me and guiding my hand to your wet again pussy.

I slip my pants off and move into your seat. I pull you down on my hard cock, It feels so good as my cock slips slowly into your wanting pussy. Your hands are playing with your clit. You move slowly up and down my shaft. We are both moaning with sheer delight. I take my hands and move them to your breast and take those incredible tits into my hands. Your nipples are rock hard and erect, I squeeze your tits and roll your nipples between my fingers. Your pumping quicker and you scream for me to pull harder on your nipples. 

We both explode in orgasm again - but we can't stop and we keep making love until you come again and again. When we stop we just sit there for a while. My soft cock still in your pussy as we count the stars and tell each other how lucky we are to be together!



The Ride Home



Don't do this for real. While a fun fantasy, rape is wrong, period!

Aaron was a senior in college. He was at a big teaching school, and was a secondary ed major. It looked like he was on the five year plan, which is pretty normal these days. He wasn’t too worried, because it meant one more year of fun before going out into the “real world.”

Like all college students, Aaron was on financial aid and students loans. Despite the grants for good grades, he still needed beer money. So he worked about fifteen hours a week doing data entry at the admissions office. He had a small cubicle in the back corner of the office, and would sit for hours typing in potential students’ addresses and personal information.

Aaron had class all morning, and usually had meetings for various campus activities he was involved in during his lunch hour and the early afternoon. This meant he worked from about 2 pm until close at the office. His boss liked to leave at four, so during that last hour of work he was usually alone, with the exception of the receptionist, Jen.

Aaron had taken Jen out to coffee or dinner a couple times, but nothing serious ever developed. Often while doing mindless data entry, Aaron’s mind would be filled with visions of Jen. Her tightly curled black hair framed a narrow face highlighted with beautiful almond-shaped brown eyes. The hair reached all the way down to a very perky set of C cups. Her body curved in all the right places. Aaron could imagine that gorgeous butt, curved just right, on his lap. It made him want to whip it out at jerk off right at work sometimes.

Five o’clock finally rolled around. Aaron had needed to run errands in the small college town between classes and work that day, so he had driven his truck to school. He turned off his computer and put on his jacket. Exiting his cubicle, he surveyed the dark and quiet office. Jen had already begun to close up shop. He hoped she hadn’t left yet. He enjoyed talking with her, and hadn’t seen her yet that day. Shouldering his backpack, Aaron walked out towards the front.

“Hey Jen,” he said when he got to the front desk, “how’s everything going?”

“Oh my god,” she replied, “I am so glad today is finally over. It’s been such a long day.”

“Really?” Aaron asked. “What’s going on?”

“Well,” said Jen,” I had two midterms today.”

“How’d they go?”

“OK. What really pissed me off was my meeting with my advisor. I’m trying to graduate a quarter early. He couldn’t help me at all. He’s a complete moron!”

“That sucks,” Aaron sympathized. “I had stuff to do in town today, so I drove. You think you’d like a ride home today?”

“That’d be wonderful,” she said, sounding relieved.

“Come on,” Aaron said, and they headed out towards the parking lot, making small talk about midterms and work. It started to snow, so Jen opened her umbrella and offered to share the portable shelter with Aaron. He accepted, enjoying the excuse to be close to her more than getting out of the snow. Their arms and sides bumped against each other as they headed across the parking lot to Aaron’s truck, and Jen’s perfume and faint natural smell filled Aaron’s nostril’s and excited him.

They got to the truck and Aaron unlocked the passenger side door before unlocking his own. When he got behind the wheel, Jen was already in the truck and her wonderful smell filled the cab of the pickup. Aaron started the truck and pulled out of the parking spot. He headed out of the parking lot, and soon they were on the road.

“Turn on your headlights,” Jen reminded Aaron.

“Thanks,” he said, flipping on the lights. Winter this far north sucked because sunset was very early, and it was always dark by the time Aaron got off work.

The radio was tuned to the campus radio station, and Jen was singing along to some college rock song. The deep breaths she took caused her breasts to move up and out with each inhalation, and Aaron caught this movement out of the corner of his eye. He became aware that his cock was growing, and hoped that Jen wouldn’t notice.

Soon, Jen was all Aaron could think about. Her breasts moving up and down in concert with her full lips opening wide as she held the long notes of the song. Aaron could feel the warm precum fluid oozing out of his erect cock. He couldn’t take it.

“Wanna come over to my place?” he blurted out

“Aaron,” she sighed, “we’ve talked about this before. We’re just friends. I need to go home.”

“You sure you don’t want to”

“No!” She interrupted.

“Fine!” he said and then silence ruled. But Aaron’s mind was still going over and over Jen’s beautiful body. He needed release so bad. Those perky breasts and that tight ass were driving him nuts. Suddenly he pulled into an empty parking lot and took off his seat belt.

“What’s going on?” Jen asked.

“Let’s fuck!” Aaron said.

“No!” Jen replied, “take me home.”

“Come on, look at this,” he said pulling his erection out of his fly.

“Put that away!” Jen yelled.

“No, bitch! You want this. You’ve wanted it for so long!”

“Really I don’t,” She said.

“Yeah you do,” he said and moved towards her.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jen screamed.

“Giving you what you want,” Aaron said. He pulled a large zip-tie from under the seat. Despite her struggling, he bound her wrists together behind her back. Then he started unbuttoning her blouse from the bottom, exposing her plain white cotton bra. Avoiding her kicks, Aaron sliced open her skirt and peeled it away, revealing a baby blue thong.

“Yeah,” Aaron said, “It’s time.”

“No!” Jen screamed, “Aaron, NO! Don’t do this!” Tears started down her cheeks.

“Oh yeah,” Aaron yelled at her, “have a taste, and don’t try anything.” He maneuvered his cock to her full red lips. She shut them tight and shook her head. “Do it, bitch!” he screamed. She stuck her tongue out and licked the precum out of his slit.

“OK,” Aaron said. Lowering himself, he pulled the triangle of Jen’s thong aside, exposing her cunt. It was partly shaved. She had left a line going strait up the middle. He licked her pussy lips, lubing her up for his cock. He paid a little attention to her clit, which caused her to moan involuntarily. He continued to lap at her cunt until her natural reaction made her pretty wet. She started to push her crotch against his face despite her terror. She was ready for him.

Moving up, he sucked on a gorgeous pink nipple as he slid his cock into her pussy. Jen continued to cry, but had stopped screaming. Aaron licked the tears off her cheeks as he began pumping in and out of her. Her pussy suddenly contracted as she orgasmed against her will, causing Aaron to cum immediately. He gave her a kiss.

Throwing her clothes at her, Aaron said, “Get dressed, we’re going home,” and drove off.



The Ride Home



The kid looked young, mid-teens maybe. He wasn't; he said he was twenty and I knew he wasn't lying. He huddled against the car door like a scared animal, like a rabbit cornered by a hungry coyote. The rain plastered his dark hair against his head and his eyes reflected sparkling light from oncoming headlights. He said his name was Ben. That was a lie.

"I don't usually pick up hitchers," I told him without looking over, after a few miles, after those awkward introductions. "Never know these days, but it's too crappy a night out tonight."

"Thanks. Yeah, it's really coming down," he said, trying hard to sound cool and nonchalant. I remembered being his age, trying so hard to hide how scared I was. 

"When'd your bus drop you off?" I asked. I wanted to be friendly, to let him know that I was just another good American like himself. He was only a few years younger than me, too young to be out hitching. 

He looked over at me. I caught the look from the corner of my eye but ignored it. "Since about eight," he said. "I was waiting for a ride but I don't know where she's at."

I pulled into the passing lane, giving wide berth to another car, squinting through the rain. I gripped the wheel, gauging the slickness of the road. "Girlfriend, huh?"

He almost laughed, just a quiet chuckle under his breath, but he seemed to lighten up. "No. My mom was supposed to pick me up. I tried calling, but I think the lines are down. They live sorta in the boonies." 

I laughed at that. "This is all boonies to me. I'm so used to the city."

He nodded in agreement. "Yeah. It didn't seem so bad until I went away to school. Now, coming back always seems like there's nothing here."

I hummed, wondering what else to say. "So, where we headed?"

He gave directions, then sat back in silence. I nodded to myself. I had my own thoughts to pick through. The rain was coming down madly, opaque sheets letting me see about a dozens yards ahead. The darkness made me nervous, but seemed appropriate. The black loomed ahead, broken only by the headlights cutting through the falling rain. Inside the car-- silence; only our breathing echoed in the uneasy quiet. 

"So, why you coming home?" I asked. "I didn't think break was for another couple weeks."

He didn't answer at once, like he was trying to finish a thought before turning to conversation. "I come home every couple weekends," he said. "Just to be home a bit." The answer seemed too thought out, too practiced in his mind. I could only guess at why he was really making this trek. 

I smiled, imagining what it would be like coming home from school to visit the folks. "Your parents must be proud of you," I said, hoping that my voice didn't show any bitterness. "I can't imagine being close to my parents."

He nodded but didn't say too much. What does anyone say to that? I almost pitied him for his discomfort. Almost. He turned in his seat slightly to face me. "My mom actually called me. I don't know why, she just seemed sort of scared."

I turned the wipers up another notch, watching them flip from side to side. My fingers were falling asleep around the steering wheel. "Moms are like that, I think. Always making a big thing out of nothing."

I watched him from the corner of my eye, his mouth hung open. I chewed at my lip, wondering if maybe I'd said too much. I bit my lip harder before speaking again. "You know, they always think something small is a big deal. Like the dog running off is something to cry to everyone about."

Ben nodded. "Yeah, she does get like that." He settled back in the seat, watching the road speed up. 

More miles passed in a new silence. I wondered what else to say to fill the dwindling miles. "So," I started, trying to swallow back the lump forming in my throat, "you got any brothers or sisters?"

"No," he answered, quick enough that I knew he wasn't lying. "No, I got stuck being an only child. Lucky me."

I didn't notice the speedometer jump along faster. A shaky throbbing echoed in my fingers and the minute muscles along my eyelids quivered. "Me, neither," I replied softly. In my chest I felt my lungs clenching hard for breath, my heart was hammering hard. No more words could cut through the tightness in my throat. 

"Turn at that next street," he pointed out, nervous that I was going too fast. Maybe I was; this neighborhood was supposed to be foreign to me, I wasn't supposed to know where I was going. I didn't think he noticed my familiarity, how I seemed to know these roads well enough. "That fourth house up there."

The house was lit well enough as I pulled to the side of the road. A pick-up truck stood in the driveway. "You want me to wait a minute, make sure things are all right?" I asked, setting the gearshift in park.

He was already opening the door. "Naw, that's okay, man. Thanks, though. Thanks a lot." He was getting out as I turned to offer my hand to shake. I didn't know if he was hurrying from my presence or if worry was spurring him to forget his manners. 

"No problem," I said as the door shut. I watched him trudge through the downpour, his head bowed beneath the rain. I waited until he reached the front door, watching him fumble for his keys, then I switched off the ignition.

The rain didn't feel real, soaking my skin. All I felt was heat burning through my blood, making the world tremble. The kid, his name was Danny, stood in the open doorway. He didn't hear as I walked up; he was totally entranced by the butchery that greeted his homecoming.

Over his shoulder I saw his father's headless corpse propped up in the armchair, his chest flayed open to reveal the emptiness there.

"They were mine first," I said through the rain. "I was theirs first."

He moved to turn around but I shoved him through the open door, closing it behind me. He fell to his knees, an awful groan leaving his lips as his hand slid in a pool of stiffening blood. "Oh God."

My coat billowed open as I reached in and took the knife from an inside pocket. Not a knife, really, but a bayonet from an antique rifle I bought some years back. Long nights of rubbing a whetstone along its edge gave the blade razor-like grace. There were still traces of blood at its tip from when I gouged out my mother's eyes. "They gave me up," I said evenly, never looking away from the back of Danny's neck. "They said they weren't ready to be parents."

Danny looked back at me, his eyes wide with terror. His bloodied hand clenched one of our father's fingers but I don't think he knew it. His face had paled, looking like the walls of the orphanage I spent so long caged in. He tried to get to his feet but things weren't working well for him. His legs moved like boiled spaghetti.

"Don't-- don't do this," he whimpered as I stepped closer. For some reason, I was reminded of the first time I killed: a boy there at the home. The little brat kept talking about how great and rich his parents had been and how great his life would have been if they hadn't died in that plane crash. The sniveling little bastard put up no fight when I smothered his snotty face with his pillow, barely even thrashed around. Danny wouldn't struggle either; they rarely do.

"They threw me aside," I spat, slashing the blade down to catch him in the shoulder, "so they could build their perfect life." I kicked forward, my foot tossing him onto his back. He stared up at me, hot blood running over his neck, his face screwed up in confusion. I wasn't about to sit here to explain all the reasons. I went through that talk earlier in the night. I raised the bayonet, looking down at this thief who stole my family. "What about my life?"

I didn't see his kick, but his aim was off. Still, my thigh buckled against his foot and I went down. I couldn't help laughing as I fell, thinking how absurd his meager attempt was. Did he think he had a chance? But my hand let go of the knife when I landed on top of him, air leaving my lungs in a rush. I heard something crack in my wrist but I ignored the pain and gritted my teeth around the flesh of his arm.

"You killed them," he gasped, twisting beneath me. His hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and I bit harder, a copper taste filling my mouth. "You killed them."

His sobs caught my attention and I stopped chewing on his arm. I grinned down into his face, threads of flesh hanging from my teeth. "They took my life first," I growled with my throat full of blood. "They should have killed me then."

Pain erupted in my side, burrowing deep into me. I couldn't stop the cry from exploding out and my hands tightened before they found Danny's throat. I leaned back, looking down at the bayonet's hilt jutting from my stomach. "Oh, Christ," I chuckled, clutching at the handle but unable to yank it free.

I tumbled off him, slumping back against the coffee table. I watched Danny get to his feet, his hands trembling as he stared at me. He stood there, looking at me, his eyes filled with tears and confusion. "You killed me," I whispered, the words hoarse, a fire filling my chest. He did look a bit like me, though not so hard. He looked more like our mother. 

I turned toward her, her body sitting on the couch. My throat was squeezing shut and I wanted to cough, but I wouldn't. I wondered if I should regret all this, but I didn't. Her head drooped against her chest and she stared at me with black empty holes. I stared back. I stared until the black pulled me in.



The Ride Home



We had spent a long night out celebrating Joan’s birthday, and Mike, Jerry, she and I (I’m Marie) were on our way home in Mike’s new, roomy SUV. He was our designated driver for the two-hour drive home, and Jerry was up front with him, while Joan and I were in the back on a futon. All of us except Mike had been partying hard and were a bit drunk, so the plan was to stretch out and nap on the way home, since we were heading to the lake tomorrow. We’re all in our late twenties and play hard on the weekends, so we stay in pretty good shape, and since Jerry and Joan moved in next to us last year we’ve spent most of our time together. 

Joan has always been the bolder of the two us, talking me out of my shell and getting me into more fashionable clothes and activities—she’s been really good for me, and I feel closer to her than to my sisters.

“Boy, I love living in the country, but I wish there was a decent club closer.” She said, “I hate this ride home.”

“Me too.” I said. “But, this futon was a great idea.”

“Yeah, it sure was.”

“You girls better go to sleep … we have an early day tomorrow.” Mike said. “Jerry’s already out like a light.”

“Ok, sweetheart, you drive carefully.”

“I’m ready.” Joan said.

We stretched out and got as comfy as we could in the slightly cramped compartment, fluffed our pillows and settled in for our naps. Joan wasn’t used to sleeping on a futon, and couldn’t seem to find a comfortable position, and finally ended up cuddled up against me like two little girls in a bunk bed. I was used to sleeping that way growing up, so I didn’t mind … in fact, it reminded me of sweeter times, and I put my arm over her as she laid her head in my lap and drifted off to sleep. 

Even with the alcohol in me, I couldn’t drift off with the rig going down the road, so I just tried to be still and not disturb Joan. She had cuddled up against me with her head in my lap and her hand up under her chin and resting on my leg. I was wearing a short loose skirt and no underwear, and the skirt had slid up my thighs when we’d gotten comfortable, but in the dark I wasn’t worried about her seeing anything embarrassing. Her face and hand were warm against my leg, and felt so good my mind was wandering into tingly thoughts of Mike and I … I certainly had none of those kind of thoughts about Joan.

I was lost in the memory of the last time Mike and I made love, and my pussy was getting very warm and wet, when I felt Joan move slightly and slip her hand to the top of my thigh. When she moved it slowly to the inside of my leg—my breath froze in my throat. Joan must be still asleep or dreaming, I thought, because she had never made the slightest indication of being interested in women … and neither had I. But at the same moment I thought this, her fingertips began to play with the skin on my inner thigh—this must be some wild dream she’s having!

These touches of hers, woman or not, so soon on the heels of my fantasies of Mike, made my skin pop with goose bumps, and my nipples crinkle tightly. I didn’t know whether to move to wake her, or lie there and see what happened. I didn’t wake her. I could feel her warm breath on my thigh as her fingers tickled my skin, and started a slow move up my leg. I finally breathed out in a low ragged burst. I was aware of Mike and Jerry just feet away from us in the dark, and that added to my fear, and … yes, excitement.

I was getting so wet I could feel it starting to run down my skin onto the futon. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I didn’t want to wake Joan for fear she’d stop. That’s when I got the shock of my life when her hand gripped my inner thigh and she gave my leg a tender little kiss—asleep my ass!! My pussy throbbed and my nipples sharpened like diamonds. My mind was totally concentrated on her hand as it slipped up towards my now very wet pussy. Her fingers traced a light pattern between my thighs and when her hand reached the point just below my hip, she pushed my legs apart … and I let her. 

With my legs now apart, her fingers moved to the lower lips of my labia, and spread them apart, and moved up the length of those lips, playing with the swollen tissue there, driving my breathing into ragged gasps. I bit into my fist so Mike wouldn’t hear my moans, and moved my hips in time with her fingers. When she took my clit between her thumb and finger, and rolled it around, it was all I could do not to cry out—I almost came right then. She kissed my thigh again, and quietly slid her body over and between my legs, and a wave of warmth washed through me with the thought of what she was about to do. I should put a stop to this … but I couldn’t—I was lost to anticipation. 

She moved into me with little kisses to the inside of my thigh and skin at the joining of my thigh and hip, and moved her tongue over to the skin just below my pussy. She twirled her tongue there, and teased me with tracings of wet trails around the skin of my labia, but not quite on my pussy yet. She was driving me wild, and I almost couldn’t keep quiet. She worked back down to the bottom of my pussy, and entered my swollen lips with the length of her tongue, and filled me with one long lick-right up to my clit. It was exquisite! 

She took my clit into her lips and sucked on it softly while rolling it around with her tongue, and my ragged breath and hips kept time with her rhythm. I was close to coming as she slipped two fingers inside me and stroked the front wall of my vagina, and drove me absolutely wild (as wild as I could get and not scare the hell out of Mike). As her fingers rubbed me harder and harder, she sucked harder on my clit in time with her fingers, and my hips and breathing kept pace with her. A hot wave washed over me as I came hard; silver spots filled my eyes as a rush of white noise filled my head, and my hips almost bucked Joan off, but she stayed right with me as I had the most earth-shattering orgasm I’d had … and the most silent. My lungs wanted to explode with screams, but I knew the guys wouldn’t understand this situation … hell, neither did I, so I bit into my fist harder and swallowed my cries and let the second and third orgasm wash though me as Joan kept hold of my pussy with that wonderful mouth of hers.

As my body settled down, she released me and kissed my pussy with those tender kisses of hers, and moved away to my hip and thigh again, and with another quiet movement slid back into her previous sleeping position. She snuggled in and drifted off to sleep as I lay there in wonder at what had just happened. She hadn’t looked at me or tried to say a word the whole time, and I didn’t know what to make of it … just that it had been the most incredible sexual experience of my life.

End



The Ride Home Ch. 02



"That's it. Fuck them!" Gillian said softly. We were in the backroom of our workplace. She was sitting on a stack of pallets as I fucked her tits. She wore the perfect shirt for tit fucking tonight. The bright orange work shirt was cut extra low, she was wearing the perfect bra that pushed her huge tits upwards. The result was an extreme amount of cleavage. At this precise moment my black dick was buried deep between them as she pushed the sides of the shirt inwards making the space between her tits, even tighter for my dick. I fucked downwards into her cleavage. "Aren't you glad. I wore this shirt." she smiled. 

"Fuck Yeah." I said. I was so close to cumming. I could feel it. "You planned this didn't you?" I said to her. She looked up at me. Her jet black hair and blue eyes. 

"Me? Never." she smiled. Truth be told. She loved it. When I fucked her tits in public. It had not been the first time it had happened, and I was very sure it would not be the last. If anyone came into the back room and headed this way, and looked behind the other pallets, they would easily see us. "Cum for me." she said, smiling watching my dick disappear between her huge tits. I pulled out just in time. As she took my dick into her mouth and swallowed all I had,she took a few guls and swallowed it all. That was the other thing about Gillian she loved cum. Not just to swallow, she loved facials, licking it, drinking it. Everything about it she just craved it. 

"There. Lunch." she smiled as she stood up. There was a visible wet spot right on her shirt right between her boobs. I smiled looking at it. As I zipped up my pants. "Naughty boy!" she said. "Now I will have to go to the bathroom, just to get it. I shrugged at her as we made our way back to the sales floor. We worked the night shift at the hardware store. So there were no shoppers, just us and the rest of the stock crew members. She headed to the lady's room, and I headed back to my aisle. 

"Welcome back, your two minutes late." Sheridan our boss said as I walked past him. 

"Went to the bathroom. Or do I need to see you before I do that too." I said. I hated him. He was an ass. In every sense of the word. But more to me now, since the incident a few weeks ago that happen on the way home. Henry was his best friend. And since that day, he had tried to make both Gillian and I suffer for it. He had tried to give us separate night's off, but since we were two of the better stock workers, shit didn't get done. And he had to give us back our regular shift. 

"Whatever. Just make sure you finish." he said to me as he passed. I heard him say something to Gillian but she brushed him off. The rest of the night went much easier. As we walked outside, the morning sun began to peek over the clouds. 

"Hey James!" I heard behind me. It was the Assistant Store Manager. 

"Hey Luke." I said turning around. Gillian stood beside me. 

"Gillian can you give us a minute?" Luke said to her. She nodded and walked off to the car. 

"There is an opening at the night manager position coming up. Would you be interested?" Luke asked. I was shocked. I had put in for the position three times and got denied all three. 

"Of course." I said. "But what about Sheridan?" I asked hoping that he wasn't going to get promoted too. That would just make life even harder. 

"Well lets just say Jamie caught some tape of him and Rachel Baxter, that should not have been seen." he said with a smile. We all knew he had the hots for Rachel but she had always acted like a bitch to him. Guess it was just a front. Rachel was the night audit lead. The two of them were always bickering about something. 

"Well. You know about Gillian and I right?" I said making sure that he knew in case of anything. 

"Yeah. It's not hard to figure that out. But at least there is nothing on the cams right?" he said looking at me. 

"Of course not." I replied. I had been working in that building for so long, there was not one cam, that I did not know about. 

"But, since you bring that up?" he said. "Would she be interested in a day shift? Say in the membership department. Lacey wants the night audit lead position so it would be a nice promotion." he asked. I shrugged. I knew she had applied for the book keepers position a few months back but we really did not talk to each other about work outside of work. I motioned for her to come over. 

"What's up?" she asked. As she bounced over. Literally she half ran, half skipped, causing her tits to bounce. She loved doing that. And from Luke's reaction it worked. He cleared his throat then repeated the question to her. 

"Of course." she replied. Luke shook both our hands and told us we will be notified of the changes within three days and gave us the night off. 

"A night off on a weekend?" Gillian said as she closed the door. 

"Right?" I said. It had been a long while since we both had a night off on the weekend. I drove towards my house. 

"Well you will be having nights off, as soon as you get the position." I said to her. 

"I know." she said excited. "A whole new sleep schedule." she said. "And you will be getting Sundays and Thursday nights off." she said. 

"Football!" I said just realizing what that meant. The night manager had always had Sundays and Thursday's off. Luke always filled in on those nights. Or he had Tracy the other assistant do it. As we got home. Gillian hopped into the shower first. I began to get our dinner/breakfast ready. When my phone rang. I looked at it and saw the store's number. 

"Hello?" I answered. 

"Hey James. It's Jamie." The store manager said. I bolted upright from my laid back position. I never got to talk with Jamie. But I respected her as a store manager. She had turned the store around completely, since she took over.

"Hi." I said. 

"Luke talked to you?" she asked. 

"Yes. He mentioned the openings." I said. Trying not to give up too much information. 

"Well he shouldn't have done that, without talking to me first." she said. My heart sank into my chest. She probably had the position filled. 

"One minute, James." she said. Gillian came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. 

"Who is it?" she asked. 

"Jamie." I mouthed back to her. Her eyes widened. "I am on hold." I said in a whisper. She rushed over to me putting her head next to mine, trying to listen. 

"James?" she said. 

"I'm here." I replied. 

"The thing is. I already had promised that position up. Tracy wanted that job." she said. I looked over at Gillian confused. Tracy would have to take a demotion to accept that job. 

"She, is going through some things at home, personal things. That I won't get into. So she wanted that position, it's an easier schedule for her." Jamie said. 

"The other thing is. Luke and I were just talking. And we think you are ready for the Assistant mgr position. I have heard good things from both Luke and Tracy about you. And Bob also speaks very highly of you." she said. Bob used to be the store manager, now he was the district manager. I nearly jumped and touched the ceiling. "Would you be interested?" 

"Yes! Most definitely yes." I said. 

"Good. Come in for an interview tomorrow. It's just a process. But we have to do an interview. Then I will find a store for you to train in for a few weeks. Then it will be all yours. Think you can handle it?" she asked. 

"Yes." I said nodding my head. 

"That's what I like to hear." Jamie said. "Get some rest and I will see you in the morning." she said then she hung up. 

Gillian and I both stood up and started jumping up and down. 

"We both got a promotion." we began singing. When her towel fell to the floor. 

"Oops." she smiled as she stood there naked. 

"Fuck this!" I said picking her up and slamming her on the couch. "You're getting fucked!" I said to her. 

"Yes mister manager sir." she said innocently blinking her eyes at me. I began sucking on her huge tits, one after the other. Her nipples began to get harder as I sucked on them. This was her spot. I could already tell she was getting wet. "Suck on them." she said pushing her nipples upwards. I sucked on them harder as I slid a finger into her. She was soaked. "Fuck! I don't want your fingers." she said. "Put that big manager dick into me." she said. I climbed up onto the couch between her legs. Sliding deep into her. I began to fuck her hard. "That's it fuck me with that big manager dick!" she screamed. The noise of us fucking filled the room as she took me balls deep inside her. 

The couch was not big enough for us as we rolled off of it and fell to the floor. She was now on top of me. She reached behind her for my dick and slid down on top of it. She straightened her self upwards sitting on it, as she rode my dick. 

"Fuck yeah!." I said Now I had a great view of her tits. I reached up and grabbed both of them as she leaned back grabbing my ankles, she rode up and down. I loved looking down, watching my dick go in and out of her. She was so good at riding my dick. 

"Fuck yeah." I said as I squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. She started going faster, up and down, back and forth. "I'm cumming." I shouted up at her. She pushed off of my ankles and leaned forward. Her big tits hung right above my face. Her hair draped down over me. 

"Cum inside me." she said. Looking down into my eyes. Since we had got together I had not cum inside her. We had always stopped and I had always pulled out. "I want you to cum inside me." I knew from her face, she was serious. She rode me harder now. Back and forth, rolling her hips. 

"I'm cumming." I said. I held her hips as I pushed upwards. Shooting all I had inside of her. We laid there on the floor. Catching our breath. 

"So what's for dinner?" she said breaking the silence. We both laughed.



The Ride Home Pt. 01



Hi guys, this is a first submission for me, it's an old favourite of mine and the very first short story I wrote years ago. It's quick and dirty, (just as I like 'em!), though this first bit is just a short intro to the rest of the story. 

I hope you like it too, it is a little dark, but who doesn't need a bit of dark in their lives from time to time? Enjoy and let me know what you think! 

"See ya Trix, same time next week, yeah?"

I turned around outside the bar and waved to my friend, who was stumbling off, giggling, into the distance, arm clasped around her latest victim of our weekly cocktails. I shook my head and smiled to myself...four years and every single week she claimed that she was going to be good, and every week managed to pick someone up. 

'She'll be calling me in the morning, as per usual,' I thought, as I walked round Piccadilly Gardens looking for a taxi at the rank, 'moaning about her hangover and swearing that this is the very last night she goes on the prowl.'

My mind strayed back to the evening, and the curious feeling of nervousness I had experienced all night. Something had definitely been off, but I couldn't place my finger on it. Sal had been her usual bubbly self and the drinks had been fine, the barman even finer! Somehow though, I had never been able to relax properly.

I can see light still pouring out of the doorway of a nearby hotel, but the other buildings are locked up tight and even the bus station opposite is empty now the last night bus has headed out. The city murmurs as it settles down for the night, with just an occasional raucous cry sounding out as the last of the drunken stragglers make their way up to the all-night takeouts near the train station at the top of the hill. I pace up and down the taxi rank, pulling my coat close as the wind cuts through me, and scan the empty road for any sign of a black cab. 

"Typical, hundreds when you're trying to navigate through the city centre traffic, but none when you need one on a Tuesday night." My breath hangs like smoke in the chilly air as I mutter to myself. I briefly toy with the idea of walking the 45 minutes back to my flat but dismiss it. It's just too dangerous these days, and some of those roads and underpasses aren't lit. No point inviting danger.

Finally, just as I'm pulling out a cigarette to pass the time, I see the welcome headlights and lit 'Taxi' sign of a black cab coming towards me. Frantically I wave him down, sighing with relief when he starts to turn towards me. Grabbing my bag, I hurry over and pull open the door, throwing myself inside and out of the cold. 

"Stretf..." I start to say when the opposite door of the cab opens and a vaguely familiar guy pulls himself in. 

Dark hair pokes out from under his hood as he looks over at me and says, "You don't mind sharing the cab, do you? I've not seen any for ages and it's freezing out there!" He smiles over at me and I pause, remembering how I had felt out in the cold. His dark hoodie is coated in a fine mist and I realise that it must have started to drizzle again. His face is pleasant; all laughter lines, light brown eyes and an easy smile.

I smile back, push my nagging doubts to the back of my mind and reply, "Sure, hop in, hope you're headed my way or it could get a little expensive!"

"Just heading down to the warehouse district then mate," he tells the taxi driver, and after looking at me in his rearview mirror and seeing my nod, the driver pulls out. 

I look over at my surprise companion and try to figure out where I'd seen him before. His dark hair starts to curl slightly on his forehead as it dries from its brief shower and I can almost feel a memory tickling the back of my mind. He holds my stare squarely and starts sliding closer.

'Fan-bloody-tastic, I had to get a have-a-go Romeo jump in my taxi,' I roll my eyes and start to shrink away against the side of the cab but his arm shoots out around me and I feel the tip of something sharp, under my coat, pricking at the warm flesh underneath. I freeze, afraid to breath. Turning my head towards him, I start to open my mouth.

"Shut it bitch," he hisses in my ear and twists the knife closer into my kidney. "Just do exactly what I say and don't even think about screaming. I'll be only too happy to shut you up again. Now, you're going to get out with me, understand?"

I nod my head, too terrified to speak. The knife doesn't waver an inch as he whispers, "Good girl, look down at the floor and don't look back up again, can you do that?" 

I nod again, feeling my world come crashing down.

The city streets sped away under the glow of the streetlamps from the corner of my eye as we go to a part of the city I have never spent much time in. Filled with cash'n'carries and wholesalers, it's a maze of small roads and back alleys.

I try to think how hurt I would be if I threw myself out of the cab but stop, noticing the red light by the window, signifying a locked door. I decide that I might be able to make a break for it when the cab arrived wherever this man, this monster, was directing it. Surely we weren't stopping in this deserted industrial quarter? Once we got to his house, there'd be other houses, other people that I could get help from. All it would take is a bit of luck, some good timing and a swift kick to the genitals and I'd be home free. He'd have to pay the driver and I could dive out the door then.

Having a plan made me feel a little less tense, and anger arrived in its place, liquid and fiery. Who the hell did this guy think he was, to put a knife to my ribs and threaten me in this way? I welcomed the anger like an old friend, with open arms. It kept the fear at bay, the fear that I might not get away, the fear of what he wanted to do to me, the fear that it might be the last night that I saw.

'No, stop thinking like that, you are going to teach this bastard a lesson and go on to listen to Sal moaning tomorrow like nothing ever happened.' I tell myself. 'There's no other way that this could end.'

The cab abruptly stops and I start to lift my head. 

"What did I tell you?" he snarls. The knife jabs deeper and I can feel a thin trickle of warmth start down my side at the pain, the heat of his body encircling mine, "Now, pay the driver and smile".

My plan goes to pieces as I realise that he does not intend to leave my side, even for a moment. Shaking, I reach into my bag and remove my purse, taking a couple of notes out. I put them in the tray and start to pray that the driver turns around and sees me. He extends his arm backwards through the small opening, takes the money, counts the change, and turns his vacant light back on. His eyes don't flick up once.

"Thanks, have a good night" the driver says as he pushes me out of the cab, one arm gripping my shoulder like a vice, the other still holding the knife to my kidney. 

I hear the cab turn round and start to drive off, and my anger boils over into rage. Like I'd been taught, I dug my thumbs into my captor's soft, fleshy spot on his inside wrist where he held my shoulder, moving forwards and sideways as I did. Falling to one knee, he scrambled for the knife while I delivered a kick to his head...then I ran. 

I didn't know where I was and every dark, lonely street looked the same as the rest. My breath coming raggedly, I carried on sprinting as fast as I could, my only thought to put as much distance between myself and that animal that had tried to capture me. 

Finally I stopped. 

Relief poured through me, and adrenaline, making my legs shake and my head spin. I couldn't hear any sounds of pursuit, so I started to walk, while I tried to find some landmarks to figure out how to get back to town. I reached into my handbag to get my mobile and see whether I had any signal to call the police but, despite scrabbling inside, I came up empty. 

'Damn, I must have dropped it when I ran.' I thought, feeling a little smug about the kick I had dealt him. I started walking faster, the empty, dark windows of the old mill buildings staring down at me from above giving me the sensation of being followed...hang on, that was it! 

That was why he had looked so familiar...I had seen him at the train station before coming into town...hadn't he sat a few seats down from me on the train? And again when I went to buy cigarettes before hitting the bar, he was browsing through the magazines. And of course, he'd been sat at the corner of the bar all night, I brushed past him on my way to the toilet. 

I was so caught up remembering where I'd seen him that night, so shocked that it had been planned, I had been chosen and not just an easy opportunity, that I never even heard the blow that felled me...



The Ride Home Pt. 02



Hello peeps! As ever, let me know what you think - good, bad or indifferent. It really makes the world of difference to me. But let's get on with it and see where Trixie wakes up...

*****

Sensation was the first thing to come back: it came like a hammer swing. 

I could feel the cold of the chair under me, the temperature in the room just above icy and oh God, the pain behind my eyes, making my lids heavy, and pounding at the base of my skull. I tried to lift my hand to touch the wound...and the feel of the smooth, cold bindings against my wrists come into sharp focus. I freeze, panic ripping through me. What happened? Where the hell was I? Memory starts to drip back; the nightmarish taxi journey, the struggle on the pavement, the desperate flight, all snapshots drifting through my mind like frames from a horror movie. 

I stay as still as a statue, straining for a sound in the darkness. I know I can't open my eyes yet but I need some clue as to what is going on. There's dead silence, rustling in the distance, creaks of a building settling in the cold and a sense of...space. 

The final memory snaps into place, the realisation I'd had just before losing everything, the knowledge that I'd been picked out for some reason, followed, watched and finally taken. The silence makes me break down at last, and with images of serial killers going through my mind, I start to thrash and buck, losing my sanity, desperate to get away.

"That's not going to help, you know? I've had some practice at this," an amused chuckle whispers in my ear. The sound so close cuts through me and I try to moan out but I realise that there's a tightness around my mouth, one that pulls and tears when I try to speak.

"Now, you really inconvenienced me when you tried to get away earlier, much as I enjoyed the attempt. However, I now don't have nearly as much time to play with you as I would have liked, and you will have to pay for that," the voice states implacably in my other ear. Something cold and metallic trails up one side of my body and stops at the strap of my top. I try not to breathe, my eyes finally obeying my mind's screamed command to open.

Light pierces in, redoubling the pain and I flinch involuntarily, causing the knife to dig into my shoulder slightly under my strap.

"Good girl, anticipating what it is I want," he laughs as he slides the knife through the strap. The left side of my top gapes open, exposing the strapless bra I had picked out with so much care just a few hours before.

I squint, letting my eyes adjust, adrenaline roaring through me while I try to make sense of what is happening. Slowly, images come into focus. 

I see a concrete floor, pitted and cracked, a few dead leaves strewn across it. Breezeblock walls in the distance, dark and shadowed. I try to see a door, see where the outside and safety must lie, but I can't find one. 

I turn my head, skull throbbing still from the blow but there's no one behind me. Head whipping round, oblivious to the pain, I search for the one that has done this to me but I see nothing. Looking down, I see what it is that I'm tied to. 

Concrete dust coats the floor around the base of the chair, heavy duty rivets holding the steel sheet of the base to it. Two clamps on either side of the legs hold them shackled, slightly open and fastened with heavy duty padlocks. My wrists are bound in the same way to the arms of the steel contraption. The whole chair is tipped at a 45 degree angle to the floor, making it difficult to lean forward.

Tears leak from the corner of my eyes as I contemplate how well I've been trapped and caged. My blonde hair falls across my face as I slump back against the chair. 

"You know, if you do well tonight, I may release you from the chair, give you a more sporting chance to get away...you'd like that, wouldn't you?" A face swims into focus, the body leaning back against the corner of a table. 

"You can still nod, and I do expect you to acknowledge me when I talk to you." I nod and pretend to choke on the tape that is covering my mouth. The man comes closer and I see that same dark hair, curly and windswept above a very ordinary face, hazel eyes contemplating me solemnly. Surely men like this should have faces like monsters, rather than one you wouldn't mind flirting with to relieve the boredom of a working week?

He takes the tape off slowly, enjoying my discomfort as the glue reluctantly pulls away from my skin. I look him straight in the eye and spit in his face. My head explodes as he casually backhands me and my skull bounces off the back of the chair. I moan in pain as the room threatens to go dark again but I'm wrenched back into consciousness by the feel of the knife against my cheek. He hunkers down next to me and whispers,

"I told you in the taxi that I would be more than happy to shut you up if you didn't do as I said; you then kicked me, ran away from me and spat in my face. Consider this your last warning, or instead of remembering me for years to come whenever you look in the mirror, I will be forced to use these." My eyes drift to the plastic disposal bags he holds in his hands and my whole body goes rigid, my mind screaming in confusion and terror. 

"Yes, I'll do whatever you want, just please don't kill me," I manage to force out.

"Yes, you'll do as I want and you'll enjoy yourself doing it," he responds. My mind reels in shock. How could he ever imagine I would enjoy anything with him, in this place, on pain of death? Seeing my expression of revulsion he chuckles in a surreally cheery way, the kind of chuckle you get when you've made a particularly good joke. "You'll be surprised at what you'll like my dear when you set your mind to it."

He walks out of view again around the back of the chair, and I feel his hands come round from behind and sweep my hair out of my face, surprisingly tender as he gathers every last stray lock, then twisting it round his fist he pulls it sharply down, pinning my head to the back of the seat. He lets go of my hair, but it doesn't release from the clamp he has put it in. I lie there, panting with fear, wondering why he has stretched my neck out, visions of the knife he has threatened to use on me tonight floating through my head.

He walks back to the chair with the knife in his hand and I shrink back as far as I can, hair pulling against my scalp, trying desperately to get my neck as covered as I can. He chuckles again and walks around me, admiring me before snapping my top's other strap. 

He slowly cuts through the thin material of my top, exposing my breasts to the cold, nipples instantly hardening in the breeze through my bra. Trailing the knife up my stomach, he stops at the front clasp of my bra and flicks through it. I gasp as my nipples harden even more in the sudden rush of cold air. He lets my breast hang by its own weight off the flat of the blade, letting me see in his eyes that he'd be happy to turn the blade, happy to hear me scream.

His hand shoots out and grips the other nipple, twisting cruelly and I try to stifle a whimpering noise at the pain that radiates out. I try to get away from the touch, writhing around his finger, oblivious to the pain in my scalp, and he slaps my breast sharply, once, twice. I moan with the stings and try to stay still. I can see that he is enjoying this control over me, that he's enjoying having me here, his to play with as he wishes, despite what I might want. 

Walking round to the back of my chair, he whispers in my ear, 

"Seeing you trussed up like that, hating me, is doing wonders for my mood girl, and you're going to help my mood get even better. If I feel teeth, or think you're going to bite down, you'll be signing your own death warrant."

Just as suddenly his breath on my ear is gone and I can hear the sound of buttons popping. When he comes back, he is naked from the waist down and his erection is hard and thick. He moves towards my tilted head and I futilely try to move back again, away from what he wants me to do. He pulls my hair tighter in the clamp and brings the knife to my throat.

"Just remember what I said girl, don't take this and it's your death, not mine." I plead with him with my eyes to stop, but he just grins and moves closer, pushing his cock into my mouth.

"I want to feel your tongue on me girl, get that tongue out," he barks. I try to push my tongue out of my mouth and lick round him as his shaft gets buried into my mouth over and over again. Tears drip from my eyes as I try to imagine that I'm anywhere else than in this warehouse having my mouth fucked by a total stranger. 

His movements get stronger and surer and I stop being able to breathe as my air pipe is blocked by his cock. Moaning deep in my throat, I try to scream to let him know that I can't breathe. My throat muscles constricting around his cock just excites him further and his spare hand goes to my exposed nipples. 

He starts to twist and pinch, moving even further into my throat. The pain stops me from blissfully passing out and with every buck of my hips, I can feel the knife digging further into the tender flesh of my throat. I can hear his own moans now through my own choking gurgles, my gorge rising as he swells inside my mouth. 

Slamming into me, he finally stops looking down at my discomfort as he follows his own pleasure. I feel his balls getting harder on my chin, contracting as they get ready to shoot their load into me. I can't breathe, my eyes sting and my throat is bruised beyond repair. I hear his ragged gasps as he pushes himself into me to his hilt, while I flail, not caring about the knife at my throat any more, trying to get him out of me, trying to breathe, to live. 

His first load of sticky sour cum slides down my throat, burning the tender skin. He rocks more gently and takes himself out of me, allowing the last few strands of cum to spurt gently over my face. I lie still, gasping for air, tears rolling down my face in a steady stream. 

He trails his fingers down my body, while I lie motionless. "You hated every moment of that didn't you?" he says with a smirk on his face, fingers still trailing. I shoot him a look of pure malice and croakily retort, "Of course I did."

His finger travel down past my hips until they reach my thighs. Pushing up my skirt, he slips two fingers inside my panties and gently strokes my clit before sliding them inside me. I stiffen, denying the heat that is starting in my groin. Pulling them back out again, he shows me his hand covered in my juices. Bringing it to my face he forces my mouth open so that I can taste myself on his fingers.

"Does that taste like you hated it?", he smiles cruelly down at me, buttons himself up and walks out of the room, switching the lights off and leaving me bound, with the taste of my own juices on my tongue and the feeling of shame and confusion chasing each other round my head.



The Ride Home Pt. 03



With no further ado...part 4!

*****

I lie back on the cool steel of the chair and think about what just happened. I knew I had hated every moment of his violation of me, it was wrong on every level of my conscious mind, and yet...

My libido had waned over the last couple of years, I hadn't even wanted sex for the last 8 months, and what encounters there had been before that had been disasters, unable to get wet and feeling nothing from my partners' caresses. So why, when broken and bruised and bleeding, had my body chosen to betray me?

A small sob escapes my mouth at that thought and I move to try and ease the discomfort of forced inactivity. The sting on my cheek from his cut, the bruise forming from his backhander, the throbbing blow to the back of the head, the tight ache from my clamped hair, all combine to make me feel groggy, unable to think clearly.

'Break the problem down,' I tell myself and I almost laugh...this isn't a challenge at work, but maybe the familiar process will help me to see a way through this mess.

Firstly, where has he gone, he wouldn't just leave me here, would he? I start to panic before remembering that there is plenty of his DNA all over myself and the chair...someone who puts this much thought and planning into taking me wouldn't be so sloppy as that. 

I murmur out loud "So, he's left to test me, to break me."

A quiet laugh drifts over from the corner behind me, making me jump involuntarily.

"No, to see how long it would take you to reach that conclusion," the voice comes closer and a hand softly wipes my face clean of the cum and blood.

I am confused, this gentle touch and voice is so unlike anything that has gone before, neither the rough pain nor the sadistic amusement in any evidence, almost as if he was talking to a cherished lover rather than someone he has just abducted and abused. 

Working his way down to my neck, dabbing away the blood from the myriad of nicks his knife had made during my ordeal, I begin to hope, desperately, that it might be over, that he might be releasing me...

"Why, why me?" I ask, "I remember you, I saw you all through today...why did you choose me?"

His hand stops for a moment...then the gentle wiping continues. "I have been watching you a lot longer than that girl. Every week you come into that bar, and every week you push away the advances of every man, barely looking at them, looking through them. You, the one that gave nothing, was the perfect subject to take from."

My mind whirling, a click, and one of my arms falls free, blood rushing back into my wrist, causing the room to spin with the agony. Then fingers firmly massaging feeling back in, over and through the pain. As he moves onto the next arm, I try to move the freed one, but find it still unresponsive. 

He moves behind the chair and I hear the clamp spinning, followed by a feeling of lightness as my hair pulls free. He releases my legs and picks me up from the chair, laying me gently down on the floor, my legs still refusing to answer my brain's commands. I see the door, directly behind the chair, and seeing where I'm looking, his voice gets harder, colder. 

"Go on, try for it, I'll even give you a five second headstart girl, if that's what you want." 

I look up at him, into his eyes, as remote as chips of black ice, and back at the door. Pulling myself up as far as I can, I start stumbling, half crawling towards the door. Torturous webs of pain lance through me as I desperately reach for the freedom that exists behind it. 

I hear laughter ringing out behind me, too close, I've only made it halfway across the space before I feel a vice-like grip close on my ankle and I start to be dragged back. 

Kicking out I feel it loosen and I pull forward again. A fist winds itself into my hair and I'm thrown back, falling to the ground. Instantly, he's all over me, a knee pressed into my abdomen, hands pinning mine to the floor. Twisting and bucking, I try to throw him off, bite his arm. 

The cold of the cement burns my back as he twists my arms together and holds me with one hand, over my head, back arched and breasts held high. His head comes down and bites into one tender nipple and I scream, high pitched and echoing in the vast space. I feel him harden through his trousers as he pins me down, looks at me and laughs. Reaching to his back pocket, he takes out a set of shackles.

"Now, if you won't play nicely, then I'll have to tie you up again."

Cold iron snaps round my wrists and I feel him attaching one of the links to a clasp in the floor. I push and pull, trying to force the shackles off, but nothing happens. 

He looks down at me, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as I wriggle futilely against my bonds. Slowly, he runs his hands over my skin, down my body, feather light touches against my most sensitive spots. 

Leaning towards my neck he bites down hard, forcing a whimper from between my lips. His hands keep moving down my body as he bites lower and lower, reaching my breast. 

Cupping it gently, he starts sucking the nipple lightly, the intensity growing until his teeth gently bite down. I feel heat starting to spread from between my legs, reaching up my body, flushing me. His hand goes to the other nipple and starts squeezing, increasing the pressure as with his teeth. I hear a moan and realise that it came from me. 

Chuckling at my response he trails kisses down across my abdomen, and pushes my legs apart. I let him, totally unable to think past the sensations that are rippling through me. 

His teeth find the sensitive spots at the top of my inner thigh and he nips, hard enough to mark. My back arches and another moan, louder this time, is ripped from me. His hands grip my legs and immobilise them, leaving me exposed. He bites down on my labia and I scream, heart pounding and nerve endings raw. His tongue nudges open my folds and flicks briefly over my clit. 

I can't think anymore and buck my hips toward him, my only clear desire now to keep him there. Shame washes over me, scalding me, how could I want what he was doing to me? 

He chuckles, his cool breath passing over my swollen clit, making me shiver. One of his hands comes up and grips a nipple lightly. He breathes heavily over my clit, 

"Are you still telling me that you don't want this? Because your body would beg to differ, girl. What kind of girl can't perform with all of those nice boys but drenches the floor with her juices when tied up and abused, hmmm?" 

"Nooo...no, please, don't do this to me." I beg in a low moan, self loathing and need warring for control in my brain. His tongue runs over my aching clit as he clamps down on my nipple. Pain, pleasure, need and desire erupt within me and the world shatters. I can hear someone screaming but all I feel is the sharp burning at my chest, the implacable flicking over my clit and the wave cresting in me. 

"NOOOOOOOOO! Please God No, Please God No," I scream out, over and over again while I feel his fingers push inside me and start moving harder and harder, his tongue flickering incessantly over my swollen clit. I start shuddering uncontrollably as I fall over the edge and he bites down hard on my clit, the wave of pleasure drenching me made all the more intense by the pain that chases it.

I feel him move over me, blocking out the light above me, and before I can catch my breath, before I can subside, his cock slams into me with breathtaking force. He bends my knees up to my head and pounds me, filling me, forcing my tight passage open and laughing at the shamed tears flowing down my cheeks.

"Now, tell me again that you don't want this girl."

"Please..." I moan. 

"Please what?" he smiles.

"Please, I don't, I don't want to enjoy this..." I gasp out, feeling every stroke bring me back closer to the edge. He throws his head back and laughs. 

Bending his face close to mine, he whispers, "But you are girl, I can feel it in the way that your sopping, wet cunt is clenching round my cock." 

I feel his lips covering mine and hungrily invading my mouth, still tasting of my own juices. I respond just as intently, surprising myself, biting down on his lip and lifting my face up to meet him. The rocking rhythm increases and I hear him growl in my ear, my answering moan matching his. 

My orgasm hits me hard this time and takes me unawares. I writhe as the pleasure swamps me, my muscles clamping around his thick, hard cock. I feel it swell inside me, bursting and shooting his hot cum deep, filling me. His body twitches on top of me and relaxes, both of us breathing raggedly. 

My mind reels at what I have just done, what I have just felt. I feel him move off me and I bring my knees as close into my chest as I can, leaking our fluids all over my thighs, unable to move my eyes from the floor. Silently, my shackles are loosened and my arms fold themselves into me, covering my breasts. 

I hear his footsteps ringing out, moving away, and the sound of the door opening and closing. None of this registers with me, my mind a blank; hearing, seeing, thinking nothing.

*****

Sooo...whaddya think? Leave me a comment, let me know, I need to know! Part 5 coming soon!



The Ride Home Pt. 04



Ok guys and gals, this has been quite radically redrafted as I wasn't happy with the ending, you weren't happy with the ending and we all agreed that something needed to be done about it. 

Thanks to the awesome Brit's deft direction, it's come out kicking and screaming and darker than ever! Enjoy and let me know what you think of the new finale...

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Rationality takes forever to come back.

I lie on the cement floor, my arms wrapped around my legs, unheeding of the cold seeping into my skin, making me shake. Mind drifting, I seek refuge from the videotape that rolls from memory of what I had just done. What I had just done. That thought takes root and startles me from my catatonic state.

'I did that. No one else, just me.' I think to myself, almost idly. Thinking it seemed to lessen the power that it had over me and I resolve to put it to the back of my mind, deal with the fallout later. 

I realise that for the first time since the crazy ordeal had begun, I wasn't restrained in any way. I try to roll myself onto all fours but the sudden movement, combined with the pain shooting through me, makes my head spin and I retch, my forehead resting on my hands. Slowly I pull myself upright, kneeling back on my heels and look around me through my blurred vision. 

Seeing the chair I had been strapped into, I haltingly pull myself to my feet and stagger slowly to it, gripping the back tightly and leaning my weight against the cool steel. 'God, I need some nicotine' and I giggle, thinking of the inanity of the urge at such a time. 'The world could end tomorrow and I'd still be out, looking for a pack of smokes in the rubble'.

The table I had seen from the corner of my eye when in the chair catches my attention and I look at it more closely. Made of the same steel and riveted to the floor, I notice that there are straps around each leg and I shudder, trying to stop the images pouring through my head at how he might be planning to use it. Feeling my head clear a little, I take stock of my surroundings, searching for something that might help me escape.

Nothing seems to spring out, the cement floor stretches away into the shadows, litter and leaves drifted up against the walls. I stumble over to the nearest pile and sift through it, finding broken pieces of packing crates. Nothing, absolutely nothing. I start back for the chair, looking at the doorway but shake my head. Escape that way won't be so easy.

I spot a small, wooden chair in the corner by the doorway and I totter over to it, sinking down into the seat, perversely glad to find a piece of furniture that isn't bolted to the floor. My heels hit something soft underneath the chair and on exploring it, I pull out my handbag.

Delving inside, my hands close around the bottle of water I had bought from the bar and I pull open the cap, drinking it down greedily, trying to wash away the stale taste in my mouth and soothe my parched, bruised throat.

Rifling through, I find my phone trapped in the torn lining and frantically try to switch it on, but the battery is dead. Cursing myself I remember thinking about putting it on the charger earlier that evening but being too lazy to, deciding at the time that it would last while I was out for a few hours and that I could always charge it when I went to bed.

Footsteps ring out in the hallway outside the door and I spring up, dropping my useless phone. Grabbing the wooden chair I run over behind the door and raise it above my head, bare feet soundless on the dirty floor. The door opens and I strain forward, seeing his shadow stretch out in front of him. I hear him hesitate, the sound of a bag hitting the floor and, too late, I see my own blurry shadow in the light from under the doorway. 

The door slams back into me and I cry out, dropping the chair. My head hits the breezeblocks and I stumble, head spinning and tendrils of pain radiating out across my skull. Bouncing back, I fall into him, feeling my skin brush his as he steadies me, like an electric shock racing through my nerve endings.

I pull away from him, hearing him chuckle. Fear runs through me. 'He cut me for spitting at him, what would he do to me for trying to hit him and escape?' I wonder, terrified, eyes darting, trying to find a way out.

His grin never wavers as he looks at me and takes a step towards me. I back up and feel the roughness of the breezeblocks against my skin, vision blurry as I feel something warm trickling down the back of my head, my thoughts oozing like a slow moving slurry. 

"I was coming to tell you that you could leave if you wished," amusement dripping from his every word. 

Shock rides through me as I look from his face to the door, clearing some of the pain-filled fog from my mind. He takes another step forward, planting his arms on either side of my head, so close to me that I can feel the heat from his body. Dipping his head to mine, feeling his breath tickle my ear, he says lightly, 

"The door is right there...I won't stop you." 

Fury engulfs me. 'He won't stop me? I have more chance of winning the lottery than for this not to be another game.' Something snaps inside and I hear myself growl, soft and low, in the back of my throat. My training kicks in, stiffening my neck muscles and clenching my teeth as I use my whole bodyweight to swing my forehead down onto the bridge of his nose. There's the sound of a crunch, followed by a bellow of pain and I can feel a space opening up in front of me.

I open my eyes to see him stagger back, and pull myself around the open door, trying to ignore the wave of nausea that rises as I move.

In front of me is a narrow, low-ceilinged corridor, stretching down the length of the room behind me. Hanging from the ceiling are a series of rusting metal pendulum lights, bathing the corridor in a yellow glow, shadows stretching between fixtures. I try to run to the door at the end, the push bar across showing it as an emergency exit, but I only lurch a few steps when a hand closes over the top of my arm, spinning me about. 

There's the sound of two cracks, I fall backwards and pain blossoms in both of my cheeks a couple of seconds later. 

Through watering eyes, I see him leering above me, his previously nondescript face looking more grotesque with his nose at a slight angle, puffing up with a slight trickle of blood running down from the busted joint. 

"Should have tried asking nicely, girl," he coldly laughs, wrapping a fist in my hair and dragging me back to the warehouse, a smaller pain burning where the cold, rough floor scrapes over my tender skin. I hadn't managed to shamble more than a few yards I notice.

My feet scrabbling, he pulls me over the threshold and pushes me back against the wooden chair I had dropped. I try to use it to rise but the movement sends spots of black light wriggling and dancing at the corners of my vision, threatening to turn the world inside out. Tears leak down my face.

His face swims into view as I moan, eyes alight at seeing me.

"You should see yourself right now, such a pretty mess." His voice is back to the smooth, controlled rumble from earlier, tinged with a deeper note of something darker. "Do you know what your tears do to me, how it makes me want to hurt you more, just to keep them flowing?"

I hear buttons popping, the sound of his jeans falling to the floor and feel his hands wrap back into my hair. Lifting me up, the head of his shaft brushes my cheek, smooth and hot, smearing my tears. He flips me over, pushing my hips over the legs of the small wooden chair. 

His cock drives into my pussy, still dripping from the last time he came. With every thrust I get dizzier and the black spots of light grow as they skitter across my eyes. It is almost like I can't feel what is happening anymore, like it's happening to someone else.

He pulls out suddenly, leaving me cold and empty. "Now, this is going to hurt a bit, girl." I hear, barely comprehending what is about to happen. He rubs the tip of his shaft around my tiny, puckered hole, spreading my juices, then wraps a hand around my hair, pulling my head back painfully. With one swift move he plunges into my ass to the hilt, and agony rips through me. 

Screaming, I try to crawl away, but his hand in my hair holds me immobile. With each thrust I feel my ass stretching, burning with each pass. My muscles clench around him, continuously, as my body tries to push him out and I hear him groan behind me as my ass milks his cock. I realise that my screams have subsided to a pained mewling. 

His cock swells inside me, bringing the burning, tearing sensation of my tender flesh to new heights, drawing a ragged scream from my throat. This seems to tip him over the edge as he pulls sharply back on my hair, burying himself to the hilt behind me. I can almost feel the heat of his cum as it spurts into me then, blissfully, he withdraws, leaving my ass stinging from the abuse. He pulls my head back further, using my hair to steer me till I'm facing him. I just don't see the backhander coming.

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Once again I awake tilted back, with the feel of cold steel underneath me and clasped around my leaden limbs. Something tickles my nose and I realise that it is the acrid stench of bleach. I've taken so many blows now, I can't get my vision to settle, images dancing. I can hear something rasping to the right.

I turn my head, and see a figure slopping fluid from a bucket, scrubbing the floor after with a long-handled, hard bristle brush. I watch for a time as they methodically work their way across every inch of the floor in front of my eyes, squatting once to soak the iron ring I had been chained to...however long ago it was. As they reach closer, the smell of bleach starts to burn the back of my throat, making me cough. The figure turns his head and smiles.

"Ah, good girl, nice and awake then just finishing up now," his voice is easy now, no trace of tension. I turn my head to the left, realising that that side had already been scrubbed, no trace of the wooden chair from earlier.

'How long was I out for?' I wonder. The rasping sound comes closer. I look over and see that he has boxed himself in with the scrubbing, next to the chair. Putting aside the brush, he turns to me, mask over his mouth and hands to elbows sheathed in plastic.. 

It occurs to me that I should be more frightened, but I just don't have the energy to respond. I hear sloshing and a jug is held over my head...adrenaline hits and I start bucking. Cool, rubbery plastic pins my head down and my hair is wet. I wait for the burn, but there is nothing but a light tingle. 

I feel hands running through my hair, smell a sharp minty scent assault my nostrils, and calm down. Not checking out yet then. More water, more tingling, and a rubber hand lifts my head to scrub the back of my neck, then moves to clean every inch of my face.

Swiftly, efficiently, the hands make their way down my body, releasing each arm in turn to clean, the scrubbing just a little too harsh to be pleasant, the tingling remaining long after the hands move on. Under the mint I catch the scent of something more caustic, wrinkling my nose. He takes out a small brush, dipping it into the fluid, then scrubs under my nails until they are raw.

As he reaches the base of my sternum, he moves away, and I hear a crank working. The lower part of the chair falls away beneath me, leaving my legs attached to the stirrups in front of me. He continues to work his way down paying careful attention to every scrape, every fold and crevice.

He moves away slightly and looking up, I can see shafts of pale light slanting through the gaps in the roof. Morning. I hear a sucking sound, then something cold and smooth is pushed roughly inside my pussy. Gurgling, I try to move away but I'm held flat. 

Suddenly, there's an immense feeling of pressure inside me, and the object is removed, leaving fluid to run down past my buttcrack and gush onto the floor. I hear the sucking sound again, and steel myself for another intrusion. Rubber fingers insert in past my bruised muscles and I gasp, as they scrub inside me ensuring the liquid is fully pushed to every corner. Another sluicing from the metal object and I hear a grunt of satisfaction.

I feel the tip of the object press against my torn ass and shake my head, unmindful of the shooting pain, begging him not to continue. The smooth head slides in painfully, and the whole process repeated. The scrubber is brought out again as he starts at my toes, releasing each leg in turn and making sure to cover every scrap of skin, working his way up my legs. There's no excitement evident in him now, just a sense of purposeful business.

Maybe he was going to let me go...or maybe it was just easier to clean evidence off a body that wasn't a dead weight. 

Finally it is finished. I hear the water being flushed down the grating under the floor and smell the fresh bleach sent after it. Scrubbed from head to toe, my restraints are released.

"Off the chair, girl," he crisply orders. I slide off, trying not to wobble, trying to stifle the rising panic. 

A thud next to my body snaps my head round. A plastic bag, with a hoodie I thought I had lost weeks ago, and the jeans I had worn last night. I could see my sneakers poking out from underneath.

"There's a taxi booked for the end of the street, should be here within a few minutes. There's money in the bag to cover it."

I look up at him, now scrubbing the chair down with fresh bleach. He turns to look at me, though his hands never stop cleaning.

"Get dressed or not, either way, you get to leave." 

I peel my jeans out of the bag, and slowly start to roll them up my legs, wincing at every movement.

"I wouldn't think of going to the police either, there'll be nothing of me on you or in here and I'll find out soon enough. I don't think you want a repeat performance of tonight, do you? Think on it." He sounds so very sure of himself and I shudder. I want to forget tonight had ever happened.

I pull the hoodie over my head, carefully, as he walks over. With a thumb under my chin he raises my head so I'm looking directly into his soft, brown eyes. I stare dully back, unable to summon up the energy for defiance, craving a shower and my bed.

Whatever he was looking for, he seemed to find it as he nods to himself and lets his hand drop. I sit down and pull my sneakers on, every muscle protesting.

He takes a screwdriver from a duffle bag on the floor and reaches up above the doorframe, patiently working out the screws around a small grey camera, its small red light coming into view as he pulls it from the top, wiping the surface down with bleach as he goes.

Smiling at me, he raises an eyebrow, "A little memento of our time together: maybe I'll send you a couple of the shots, eh?"

Fighting down my nausea, I look around for my handbag but it is gone, along with the remains of my top and bra. I don't wait. Not looking back, I walk out of the door and head down the corridor for the emergency exit, hearing an oddly cheerful whistle start up in the room behind me. 

Stumbling against the push bar, I feel the door give and there's a breeze on my face. There's not yet a lot of light, but I can see tall buildings, the road stretching away with several intersections. Further down is a taxi and I scramble for it, legs threatening to pitch me at any moment.

I reach the window, and the driver looks up at me. "Taxi for Trixie, heading for Stretford?" he asks. Leaning forward, there's a sharp hiss of breath, "Bloody hell, love, are you all right?"

I try to get into the cab in the front seat, as usual, but I can feel myself fighting for breath, panic rising at the thought of being trapped in that small space with another person. That decides it.

Shakily, I force myself to open the back door, slide in carefully, and lean back against the seat. "Police station please, not Stretford, not yet."

Murmuring an assent, I feel the car move off and I stare out the window at the empty buildings passing by in the pale morning light, wondering whether my decision was right.

Or would I be forced to pay the price?

The End (Finally!)

Or is it? She can take a beating, but that doesn't mean she's quite beaten yet, does it? 

I'm thinking of doing a second series from his Point of View, starting where this one ends...how will he react when he discovers her trip to the coppers? 

If you like that idea, or have any comments or suggestions, let me know either below or send me feedback - I love to hear from you all and I take it all on board!

Hope you loved reading it folks :)

Cat x