7 comments/ 57110 views/ 3 favorites Scavenger Hunt By: jtfresh2 I took a deep breath, sighing heavily. It had been far too long since I've had sex and my body was feeling horny. I could have sex if I wanted to, but my current bout of celibacy is by my own choice. Maybe it's because I'm too picky, or that my standards are too high. My name is Amanda and I feel I have a lot going for me. I think I'm a pretty girl – 5' 3", athletic and slender. My hair is brown with blonde streaks, and it looks so nice when it flows down past my shoulders. Friends say I have sparkling ocean blue eyes that light up when I smile. What I like most about myself though is my chest – perky and soft with pretty deep pink nipples. I can fit into a 34b bra, but I'm more comfortable in a 34c. The question of the hour for me is how to play with myself. Have you ever wanted to touch yourself but are tired of the usual routine? That's my problem. I know I can get myself off with my fingers by rubbing my clit or pussy, but "been there, done that." I needed a change of pace – something new and exciting. I looked over at my nightstand drawer and sighed again – I wish I had gotten the nerve to buy a vibrator when my roommate suggested it. "Works like a charm...you won't be disappointed Mandy," she said. But a new idea popped into my head. Tonight WOULD be different!! No fingers tonight – I'm going to pleasure myself using items around the house!! If I was horny before, my body was more than ready now to spring into action. I quickly made my way around my apartment, looking in each room for things to use on myself. Once I had completed my masturbatory scavenger hunt I stopped at the bathroom sink to wash and sanitize some items, and quickly made a beeline for my bedroom. 'It's times like these I am thrilled to have a king-sized bed,' I thought to myself. I sprawled out on my bed, my head resting on two plush pillows. Silky sheets cooled my warm body. I took off my top instantly, and began pulling off my shorts. Slinging them off the bed with my foot, I knew my body was ready for my night of self-pleasure. Dressed in just my soft green panties I felt so energized, and a little bit naughty. I know my own body well enough. I mean I've ravished myself more times than I can remember. Yet, with these new thoughts of creativity and nastiness, I was feeling a new excitement. My body wanted my touch – it craved my hands and especially my fingers. But I wasn't going to give in to myself that easily – I had other intentions. I grabbed the tennis ball off the nightstand and rolled over on to my tummy. The ball still had that new ball smell...I giggled to myself – the ball would soon not be so pure. Lifting my hips, I placed the ball between my legs so it rested against my clit. The pressure of the ball pressed my panties against my slit. I could feel the cool fabric contrasting with my warm insides. I had my legs together and crossed at my ankles. Slowly, I began squeezing my inner thighs together and worked the ball in a humping motion so that it pressed directly against my swollen clit. Sparks shot through my body. I've never felt such instant clitoral stimulation and I loved it. The best part was feeling a wet spot soaking into my panties from my leaking pussy. Humping the ball faster, my body took over and I fucked it so good and so hard. Using the ball felt so incredible, but if I was to continue my naughty night, I needed another thing to play with. My body was radiating tingles and warmth. Slowly I began using my panties to masturbate with. The soft feeling of them against my skin was making my pussy leak more. I rubbed over the front of the material with my finger, able to feel my lips stretching out through the fabric. I tugged the panties up between my lips, so I could feel them not only rubbing against my clit, but also being pulled up into my ass crack. I pulled on them in a rubbing motion. Moaning instinctively, I felt my clit being stimulated. I felt on fire. My clit pulsed and shot tingles through my legs, making me squirm all over my soft sheets. I continued the pace. I felt a new sensation – not only was the fabric rubbing my clit, but it was rubbing back and forth over my tight little butt. This was new for me. I had read before in magazines how intense anal stimulation can be, but I had always been too nervous to try. I loved how I was making my body feel. Feeling a little adventurous, I knew I needed to see it all too. I walked over to my closet door and laid down in front of it. My full-length mirror had saved me many times when I needed a second opinion on my choice of outfit. Tonight it would serve a totally different purpose. My head rested on a plush silk pillow – propped up just enough to view. With legs spread and pulled back a bit, I could fully see my pussy. I had seen it every day of my life, but tonight it looked so different...so surreal. The lips swollen and pinkish – almost as if blushing. Closed tight normally – tonight they opened up, inviting me inside myself. I reached beside me and grabbed the next object. It felt so smooth and firm in my hands, yet slippery as I stroked my hand up and down it. With eyes wide open, I watched myself as I brought the candle between my legs. Bright red in color and about one inch thick, the candle would serve me well. My pussy was pulsing – it wanted more. My fingers spread my lips so I could see inside – so pink and glazed with my juices. Watching myself was so exciting. I could feel the warmth invading me, and moisture filling up inside my hole. As the candle rubbed up and down against my lips, the tip began slipping inside my wet folds. I released my lips and watched as they closed around the candle as it worked its way inside me. I felt more and more full as the phallic object plunged deep in my pussy. My body ached for more, so I began sliding the candle in and out harder. On instinct, I raised my hips up off the ground, bucking wildly as I fucked myself with the candle. I closed my eyes and saw fireworks going off in my head. An intense orgasm engulfed my body. When my breathing returned to normal, I slowly opened my eyes and realized not only could I see my pussy in the mirror, but so much more. My eyes focused on my bare asshole. It was tight-looking and puckered, and the dark pink color contrasted well with my light skin. This made me wonder even more. I have friends who have talked about how nice anal stimulation feels, but I had not gotten the courage to try this myself. With wet candle in hand, I rubbed the red candle down my slit and toward my pinkish rosebud. I watched with wide eyes as the waxy tip began circling the tight hole and tickled it. My body shivered. I was getting such a rush from seeing my messy pussy glaze dripping down my inner thighs and to my ass. Putting pressure on my hole, I felt my skin spreading apart as the tip dipped into me. This made me jump – it felt amazing. I slid the candle in and out a few times. My inner walls clenched around the waxy stick. What a rush it was to watch the candle disappear inside me. I rocked my hips while fucking my ass faster and harder. Another wave of orgasm shook my body intensely. I let the candle stay in my ass while I regained my breath. What an incredible feeling it left behind!! I was a mess! I needed to take a bath and get cleaned up – and get messier too!!! While the warm bathwater was filling, I went to the kitchen freezer and picked the perfect cherry popsicle from the box. I giggled – now this was certainly a first for me. I looked in the bathroom mirror and wondered if I was still the same girl, or had my nasty side completely taken over my senses of good reason. I didn't care – I was having fun and I loved it!! As I slid into the water, my body felt instantly relaxed and soothed. The first few minutes of a bath always feel great. The warm water tingled all over my skin. I made sure the water was only half full, so I could have full access to my special parts. My nipples stood at attention as I let the first drip of the popsicle fall on my nipple. Ohhh!!! So cold, yet it sparked my body and made me shiver. Drip after drip fell on my left nipple, and then on the right one. The contrast of the coolness with my warm skin was a great experience. Red streaks of cold sticky popsicle juice were forming their own paths as they traveled down my boobs toward my smooth tummy. This made me even hotter! Now for the main event – I moved the popsicle below my tummy and toward my slit. My clit was swollen and bright pinkish-red now and it wanted whatever I had to offer. I rubbed the popsicle just above my warm hole, and watched as small drips slid down my skin. My hand moved the cherry stick so that it made circles around my clit. I pushed my hips up to meet the popsicle just as it touched it. Closing my eyes, I let my body take over as I dabbed my clit with my new toy. The cold sensations drove me crazy! I was about to put it in my soaking wet pussy slit when I heard something.... "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry Mandy!" I opened my eyes and saw my roommate Kim watching in the doorway. She was supposed to be out for the night with her boyfriend. Kim's eyes were wide and she looked embarrassed. I didn't know what to do or say. "I...uhh...would you believe I was eating the popsicle and it fell on my lap?" I was mortified. Kim looked at me with her wide green eyes and shook her head. "Yeah right," she laughed. She smiled and walked out. This had to be the most humbling moment of my life. I was caught and it's not like I could make up some lame excuse. I hoped Kim wouldn't think less of me. I sat in the tub for a few minutes, soaking and relaxing, eyes closed and trying to forget what just happened. Lost in my own thoughts, I didn't see or hear the door opening again. "I've always been fond of grape," Kim said slyly as she stood again in the doorway. She was smiling and sucking her own grape popsicle. She had changed her clothes, and now she was wearing just her long white Minnie Mouse t-shirt that covered just below her hips. Her wavy brown hair cascaded past her shoulders and to the tops of her chest. I looked her up and down, not sure what to say. Her smooth long legs seemed to go all the way up and disappear inside her nightshirt. Her chest stuck out, with tiny nipples barely poking through the fabric. She came and sat down next to me along the tub, not saying a word. I spoke up hesitantly. "Kim, I'm so sorry about earlier..it's...it's just that..." She stopped me by putting her finger to my lips. "Shhhhhh," she whispered as she met my stare. She took her grape popsicle out of her mouth and touched it softly to my lips. I felt frozen as she leaned in and kissed me softly on the mouth. Her lips were so cold, yet her tongue so warm as she licked the grape flavor from my lips. Moving down my body slowly, she watched my face, looking for signs from me to stop whatever she was about to do. She got none. I'm not sure if I was just shocked, paralyzed, or aroused. I couldn't move. She did all the moving for us. Kim moved the purple stick to my nipple and rubbed it in circles, making me messy and sticky. Her mouth immediately took care of that, as she covered my nipple with her lips. She sucked on it warmly and tenderly, savoring the flavor of me mixed with grape. Her body was enchanting. Her stares electric. I was completely captivated. I just sat there in awe, watching as she traced my belly button and down my tummy further. My pussy was on fire. I felt my juices pooling up inside me, craving to leak out at any moment. She took the 'sicle and traced around my soft folds, exploring me for the first time. I think this all surprised her too, as she had a look of pure curiosity and wonder on her pretty little face. I felt the tip of the frozen dildo rubbing up and down my wet slit. The coolness gave me shivers – the kinds of shivers I wish I had all the time. She took her hands and spread my legs wide and back, so that my knees were pushed back toward my tummy. In what seemed like one swift motion, Kim pulled her nightshirt over her head, and then climbed into the tub, kneeling between my legs. I could barely see her shaved, smooth pussy lips as she splashed into the shallow water. Everything started to blur now. Kim slid the tip of the purple popsicle inside my hole. It felt so incredible – words cannot describe what I was feeling. She pushed it in further, until I felt so full and so cold inside. I thought I wouldn't be able to stand the cold inside me all the way, but yet the only thing I hoped was that she wouldn't stop. She began sliding it in and out of me. My hips pushed up to meet the popsicle's thrusts as she fucked me with it, just as I had planned to do with myself before – alone. The friction inside me was warming the 'sicle, and I'm sure it must be melting all inside me. After a couple minutes, it felt smaller against my wet walls, but I didn't care. My pussy was pulsing. I felt warmth radiating from within. I was so ready to cum. But Kim pulled out the popsicle, drawing it to her lips. It was half the size than when it first began fucking me. She put it in her mouth and greedily sucked it. I wondered what she thought of my taste – I had never even tasted myself. I was always too shy. It was that instant that Kim offered the popsicle to me. Without hesitation, all traces of my shyness gone, I took it into my mouth and sucked it sensually. I began sucking on it, as Kim leaned down between my legs and cleaned my pussy with her tongue. Her hair dipped into the bathwater and I smiled as I saw her wet locks gliding against my thighs. I felt suction as her lips and tongue dove into my pussy as she sucked out the grape-flavored juices. My hips bucked against her face as she latched on to my clit with her teeth. Her tongue fucked me deep and hard!! I could hear the sounds of my sloshing pussy, along with the splashing water in the tub. A wave of warmth and tingles flooded me as an intense orgasm filled my body. My hips shook and shivered as she drank my juices until my orgasm subsided. She leaned over me, her face glistening with my juices, and kissed me full on the mouth. I was smiling inside. My numb, trembling legs, and the taste of myself on her lips were the only remnants of the best orgasm of my life. Afterward we showered together and I explained everything to Kim about my plans for my creative masturbation that night. The idea appealed to her, as she was full of questions. "So you mean you just grabbed whatever items you thought would be fun to get yourself off? I think I'd really like trying that sometime. What other things did you use? What didn't you get to use yet?" My response was simple. "Kimmy, you're about to find out!" I led her by the hand to my bed. She sat down on the bed and looked over at me, and then to the nightstand next to us. On it were the last items for the night: my long thick hairbrush, a carrot stick, a cucumber, and a thin plastic rolling pin out of the kitchen drawer. She smiled at me and laid back, spreading her legs. I grabbed the cucumber and smiled too, thinking 'I guess I'll get to use everything on my list after all.' Scavenger Hunt We arrived at the posh New York City restaurant at 8 pm sharp. It was a new out-of-the-way place that had been featured prominently in a number of exclusive social magazines. Since we were visiting from out of town, it took several phone calls to get a prized reservation, but persistence finally paid off when I learned that a friend of a friend knew the head wine buyer. The hot spot was crowded, with at least a two hour wait for those unfortunate enough not to make the short list. The dining room was dimly lit, with only tiny halogens beaming down onto each white linen tablecloth. Live piano jazz played from a back room. A young male waiter, dressed in black slacks and a stark white shirt, showed us to our table by the window. It was a celebration of sorts. You had finished a major project at work and, after closing the deal late last night, we felt like spending some of our newfound money on an expensive meal and nice bottle of wine. You wore a slinky emerald dress, cut perfectly low in the front and amazingly low in the back. I hardly could take my eyes off your breasts as they swayed from side to side when you slid into your chair. I caught the waiter sneaking a glance downward, too, confirming that he liked a beautiful woman as much as I did. I didn't mind, I was proud that you looked so great. We enjoyed light-hearted conversation, ordered cocktails, then a nice Amon-Ra Shiraz. The food came after a while, civeche, sushi-grade fish, exotic sides. The service was attentive and the presentation was impeccable, every bit as lavish as promised. At first, it seemed uncommon how many different waiters stopped by our table to fill our water glasses and clear our plates, but I chalked up the extra service we received to your loud giggles and exposed cleavage. Not a single breadcrumb was allowed to rest on our table more than the briefest of moments. Of course, you obliged each waiter by giving a flirtatious smile each time. You mastered the art of positive reinforcement. "What a fantastic night," I commented. "I don't think I've ever been happier," you replied. Your eyes wandered to a spot across the room to my left. "I feel,... hot," you added, taking another full-lipped sip of rich, purple-black wine. After a moment, I looked to my left, too, and noticed, for the first time, a table close to the center of the room. Sitting there were two Navy officers, dressed in their sharp white uniforms, and an attractive brunette, probably a wife of one of the men. Both men were chiseled, broad-shouldered, decorated war heroes. One was dark haired and the other blond. They looked chivalrous, sat tall with their backs stiff and moved at ninety-degree angles with disciplined poise. Catching the men off guard, both of them were staring intently at our table. They averted their eyes when they noticed me looking at them. The woman gave an embarrassed laugh, propped one elbow on the table and spoke to the men through one hand cupped to her mouth. "Might I interest you in some dessert?" the waiter interrupted, bringing our attention back to our table. "Sure," we replied in unison. After a bite of sweets and some coffee, you excused yourself. "I have to go to the little girls' room," you said, sliding gracefully out of your chair. I watched the hem of your dress as you walked away. Fine in every way, I thought to myself. The Navy officers watched your skirt, too, I observed. I gave them a confident nod, conveying that I was not troubled by their admiration, letting them know that it was okay. In the bathroom, you stood at the washbasin and checked your makeup. The brunette walked in and took a seat for a quick tinkle. She left her stall door ajar. "You are very beautiful," she said, her voice lilting a slight Russian accent, barely detectable. At first, you were unsure whom she was addressing but then she joined you in front of the mirror, looked directly at you in the reflection and repeated her words. "You are very beautiful." "Thank you," you replied, a little taken aback. "My friends think so, too. In fact, we play a game whenever we are together, a scavenger hunt game, and they sent me in here for you." "Oh, really?" you flushed, now more than a little curious. "Yes, and I don't know,... I need to ask,... pardon me being so forward,... I need to ask if you will give me your panties?" "My panties?" "Yes,... I know it's a little out of the ordinary, but I have to ask. It's part of the game, you see." You paused, thinking about the two handsome officers, knowing that when you got back to the hotel you wouldn't need panties anyway, and imagining the thrill you could give the men if their playmate returned to the table with her prize: your panties. "Okay." You agreed without thinking, of course. As soon as you said it, you couldn't believe that you had agreed, but then it was too late. Locked in this luscious Russian woman's gaze, your sleek silhouette reflected in the full-length mirror as you hiked up your dress, pulled down your panties, pulled your heels through the leg holes and handed your silken undies to the precocious brunette. She smiled salaciously. Her eyes twinkled with enthusiasm and gratitude. "I guess I win?" she said. "I guess you do." The woman carefully folded your panties and tucked them away in her purse. Then, just as quickly as she had arrived, she dutifully turned and left the restroom. Watching her go, you snickered to yourself and shook your head thinking, "who's going to believe this?" You collected your thoughts, straightened your dress, applied lip-gloss and, after pausing a moment longer, followed shortly after her. When you came out, the center table was vacant and the woman and officers were gone. You wondered how they got away so quickly and wished you could steal one final glimpse of the two authoritative gentlemen. Masking your disappointment, you smoothed your long blond hair and walked catlike to our table -- more exposed, more sure of yourself. "Is something wrong?" I asked. "No," you answered, your furrowed brow betraying the question that was rolling around in your mind. "I've paid. You ready to go back to the hotel room?" "You bet," you said eagerly, your mind now racing back to the present moment with me. In the cab, you sat directly behind the driver and arched your back against the passenger door. The car sped along the city streets, heading back toward mid-town. The driver never spoke a word. "Fun, huh?" I asked. "Yes, I'm having a great time." You pulled off your right high heel and placed your bare foot between my legs, exposing your thighs to me. Your foot gently stroked my crotch as you lifted your fingers to your mouth and licked them until wet. With the same hand, you began to play with yourself. I reached over and spread your legs even wider so I could see you better in the random flicker of streetlights. I watched you attentively, noticing for the first time that your panties were missing, knowing that you must have removed them at the restaurant. I immediately grew hard. You closed your eyes and enjoyed yourself quietly. As your breathing grew more rhythmic and labored, I knew your mind had left the cab and probably drifted back to the restaurant, to the two handsome strangers. Maybe they were taking you in the women's restroom or pinning you against the marble bar or you were straddling one of them on top of the table's white tablecloth. A moment later, the cab's breaks squeaked as we came to a stop in front of our hotel. The streets were wet from a street cleaner buffing the curb ahead. I paid the driver and, reluctantly, you pulled down your dress and slipped your shoe back on. The elevator ride up, we played grab ass, kissed and petted each other heavily. "Umm, you taste sweet," I whispered. "Must be the dessert," you replied. "No, we haven't really had dessert yet." "You're right, I thought I was still hungry," you smirked. At the door to our hotel room, my hands fumbled in my pockets. "What's the matter?" you asked anxiously. "I can't find our room key." "Here," you said, pulling a key from your purse and opening the door. Once inside the hotel suite, I dimmed the lights, turned on some music -- a local jazz station -- and poured a couple of drinks. You sat on the edge of the bed and pulled your dress over your head in one quick motion. Sitting there in nothing but your heels, you took a long drink and giggled at your own private joke. You looked amazing and I could tell how horny you had become. I stood in front of you and you unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the floor. You grabbed my stiff penis and licked it eagerly. I took a drink and watched you kiss the soft tip of my cock. Your bright pink nipples stood at attention. I rubbed your neck, your shoulders, your back -- all the while relishing your mouth on me. You reclined on your back, opened your legs and closed your eyes while listening to the music. I enjoyed looking down on you, seeing you in your trance-like state. Your open vagina quivered with anticipation. "Wait here," I said. "I'll be right back." With that, I turned and walked into the large, plush bathroom, turned on the shower and slipped out of the rest of my clothes. Alone in the bedroom, you lay naked on the bed, as motionless and spread out as a baby doll. Lost in your own dream world, you barely noticed when the door to our hotel room opened. Even if you had noticed, you were filled with expectation more than anything else. In walked the two Navy officers from the restaurant. They were still wearing their dress whites. The dark haired officer began removing his clothes straight away. The blond officer placed the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outside door handle and, turning back to you, he quickly began unbuckling his pants and self-assuredly following his friend toward the bed. Your eyes were closed when the darker, more muscular officer knelt beside the bed and placed his hands on your legs. Perhaps you thought I was the one touching you, but you didn't dare look. Instead, you edged your body closer to your lover as he began to kiss your feet. He licked the length of your left leg, then your right leg. "Mmmm," you moaned softly. "That feels good." For the moment, you were lost in your own fantasy, either imagining it was the officer or knowing it was this man of your desire. It was as if you two were the only ones in the room. Working his way up your leg, he inched closer and, just before you were going to openly beg for him to hurry up, he parted your inner thighs with his thumbs and placed his tongue softly on your pussy lips. "Ohhh,... Ohhh,... yes," you moaned delicately. Instantly, he began licking you with long, slow, cadenced motions. Up, down, up, down, up, down, in long slow deliberate beats, like a soldier marching in rhythm. You lifted your feet high in the air and pushed your hips upward to meet his mouth's every stroke. Your toes curled tightly and your stomach quivered with tight, spasmodic twitches. "Yes,... yes,... ohhh,... that feels so good," you breathed. "Don't stop,... yes,...." The blond sailor now stood above you, his throbbing cock directly above your face. The tip of his cock touched your lips gently. Without hesitation, you grabbed it and put its full length into your mouth. He groaned deeply as you voraciously swallowed every last inch. He stared at your slender body, your mouth on his penis, your throat, your generous breasts, your tummy and the thin strip of hair that was being parted widely by his friend's mouth as he gave you oral gratification. You didn't perceive his appreciative gaze because you were busy stroking him off and passionately sucking his balls. Incredibly, he grew even larger in your hands and his dick screamed with pressure and excitement. He leaned over you and fondled your heaving breasts. You took his hands and directed them to do what you wanted. Hand in hand, his fingers and palm encircled your tits and caressed them passionately. You moved them the way you wanted them to move. In response, your nipples grew even more pointed. Below you, blood raced through your vessels as your vagina throbbed with every beat of your heart. You could feel the heat in your throat, chest and thighs. You felt flushed. The dark haired soldier mastered your clit with every flick of his tongue. After the three of you reached a kinetic tempo, the dark officer climbed onto the bed and placed his dick on your stomach. It was thick and long, reaching almost to your bellybutton. You reached down and fingered its head, rubbing the tip with drops of his own slippery excitement. "Ummm, I bet that feels good," you said encouragingly. "Let's see what we can do with that." With that, you took his cock in your hand, felt its length and thickness and inserted it into your vagina. At first, you felt like your inner flesh was too tight, unable to accommodate it fully, but then you relaxed and it slid inside with a wave of unbelievable pleasure. Your pussy gushed with sudden readiness. The dark stranger used his cock the same way he had used his tongue -- in long, slow, cadenced motions. In and out, in and out, in and out, in long slow metrical beats. "Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!" you pulsed. He rocked your hips back and forth against the bed and his pelvis cascaded back and forth against your swollen clit. The constant rocking pressure was too much for you to stand. You began to feel shimmers of a powerful, oncoming orgasm. "Yes! More! Harder! Yes!" Above you, the blond man's dick raged with anticipation and you stroked it into and out of your mouth repeatedly. You could feel the veins popping beneath your firm grip and against your tongue. His timing was slow and steady and you controlled the depth but took as much as he could give. "That's right, baby, take it all," he said. And you did. You worked his cock with your mouth and lips over and over again until it was ready to explode. You could taste his cum all ready, feel that his veins were filled to their maximum capacity. The fleeting thought of this beautiful man in your mouth and another beautiful man pounding your vagina was all that your mind could handle and, with one last suck and one last thrust, you erupted with delight as wave after wave of orgasm overtook your body. "Oh, oh, oh,... Yes! Yeeesssss!" you gasped. Everything at once seemed to spark and tingle and, except for the faint jazz music in the background, all you could hear was your own cries and the thump, thump, thump of your eardrums. At that same moment, the engorged blond officer erupted in your mouth, shooting wave after wave of sweet nectar down your throat. You jerked him off neatly, loving every welcome drop that he produced, as his cock catapulted in and out of your mouth again and again. Below, the broad shouldered soldier reached his apex, too. He slammed in and out of your vagina, his aching cock searching for every enjoyable sensation that your body could give him. Then, at the last possible moment, he pulled out and stroked his massive cock with both hands, sending ripples of hot cum all over your belly and breasts. His large balls kept pumping and pumping until you were drenched with his exhilaration. Impulsively, you propped yourself on one arm and rubbed his juices into your breasts like extraordinary lotion, then collapsed back onto the bed, seemingly passing out from the intensity of the experience. You awoke when I slipped between the sheets. The room was quiet and, glancing around the dimly lit room, you saw that we were the only ones there. "You pass out?" I asked. "I don't know. Maybe. I,...," you started to say something but stopped short. "Have I been asleep long?" you added. "Not long," I said, "I took a shower and you were out cold when I came to bed. Must've been the cocktails." "Hmmm, I am dreamy. Let me finish you off," you whispered, reaching for my still firm cock. "I'll get the light," I said, rising to turn off the bedside lamp. When I turned, I spotted something familiar on the bedside table. "Ah, there's my room key," I said, pointing to the nightstand, "right beside your lost panties." You smiled mischievously, wondering to yourself whether the brunette had given me your panties before she left the restaurant and the whole thing had been a dream or if the gorgeous, young naval officers had gotten our room key from me and then left it with your panties on the table after pleasuring you. To this day, you still aren't sure. You're too afraid to ask. "My panties, your key," you said, teasingly. "Just like items from a scavenger hunt." "What's that?" I asked. "Never mind." You kissed me adoringly, lifted the sheet, and your head disappeared beneath the covers. "Perfect," I said as I flipped off the light. © 2007 Scavenger Hunt We've now been married for 18 years. Just like many couples our sex life has all but disappeared. Often when we do have sex it is bland and there is no spark. Many times we are just going through the motions. That is about to change. You are an extremely sexy woman and deserve better. You deserve passion and excitement. I decide it is time to give you everything you want. The years and children have worked on our bodies. Neither of us are as tight as we use to be. But we are in our sexual prime and have something most young hard bodies don't. Experience and wisdom. When it comes to sex we know what is fun and what is just plain stupid. We each know what one another like and how to curl each others toes. We have learned many of the lessons of sex including the most important of them all; it is not about our own pleasure but that of our partner that makes sex so great. I am determined to remind you of this. To plan my night I begin by thinking of you. You have beautiful hair with a cute short haircut. I can get lost in your brown eyes. They have sincerity and innocence behind them. I love your innocence. Your lips are soft and full and completely kissable. Your breasts are ample and soft. They are perfect in size and shape with cute little nipples poking out. Your butt, what can I say about your butt. It is perfect, soft, beautiful, supple, and intoxicating. I love the sight of your butt crack as it peaks out of your panties. I could stroke the round globes of your cheeks for hours. You are gorgeous, sexy, and beautiful. I leave for work like normal, but leave two envelopes for you on the television. The first reads: Pam, Tonight we are going to rekindle our passion. You deserve passion. You are and incredible person and I intend on making tonight the night you think about when you think about sex. Tonight you will experience more pleasure then ever before. But you will have to work at it. Tonight doesn't come without a price. If you are interested in experiencing the evening planned then follow these instructions. 1. There is $30.00 on the counter. Courtney already knows that we will not be home tonight and that she is to watch TJ. She will order a pizza for dinner with the money left and take care of him. 2. You are to take a shower and shave your pussy hair short. 3. Open letter #2 and read it completely. You are to follow the instructions completely. 4. If you open letter #2 then you must agree to do EVERYTHING your told to without question. If you choose not to then the game is over. Are you intrigued? I bet you are. You love to be in the know. It has always driven you crazy to realize there is something you don't know. I figure you won't be able to resist this night. With that you reach go take a shower. Your mind is racing. What could I have in mind? Will you really enjoy it? You hope it isn't too kinky or naughty. As you lather up, you can't shake the thoughts in your mind. As you move your hands over your body you begin to notice how good it feels. You have never believed in masturbation in the past. Normally when your feeling sexy and no one is around you push the thoughts out of your head. Now however, the thoughts in your head are to intense. You grab hold of your breast and begin to rub it. It feels nice. Wet with the combination of water and soap, your hand easily glides and kneads your globe. You roll your nipple between your index finger and thumb. This feels really good. Meanwhile your left hand moves down and begins to rub the outside of your freshly shaved groin. You lean back against the wall and spread your legs. Hot water and steam mingle around you and dance off your naked body. Suds slowly travel down from your breasts, around your bellybutton and comes to rest between your thighs and pussy. Images of what may await tonight flash through your mind as your hands work on your body. You fingers begin to trace the lines of your lips. So soft, so hot. Carefully you part your lips as if parting the petals of a flower. You are drenched with your essence. You swirl your fingers around and move them along your slit. Spreading your nectar around you bring your fingers up to your clit. They begin pinching and tweaking your love button. Making very light brushing circles, your hips uncontrollable twitch. Your hand moves back down and continues rubbing along your inner lips. God this feels so good. I have played with and fingered your pussy before but somehow this feels different. Unexplainably you senses are heightened. As desire builds inside of you, control is lost. You thrust your fingers into your throbbing hole. You begin with two fingers. In and out, in and out. With each outward movement you use the palm of your hand to stimulate your clit. Soon you have three then four fingers in you. Your body is now bucking against the wall. You are about to climax. Your breathing is rushed and your skin if flush with excitement. You continue to move in and out, all the while assaulting your clit with your palm. You can feel the pressure build just like boiling water in a kettle. You release and scream. Your screams are loud and uninhibited. Any thoughts in your mind immediately flash away and your body almost collapses. You remove your hands and suddenly understand why women play with themselves. This was an intense climax. As you touched yourself it somehow seemed so different; you already knew exactly what you wanted and how you wanted it. The feeling was sensational. Now for letter #2. You approach letter #2 timidly and with great apprehension. You haven't even opened the letter yet and you have already gotten yourself off. Never in a million years did you expect it. You feel good though; no after thoughts of regret or shame. What you did is perfectly natural and millions of women do it. As you open the letter a small card appears inside. The card says "Welcome to the Scavenger Hunt!" Over the next few hours you will embark on a scavenger hunt that will lead to me and the night you are waiting for. You must complete all tasks on the list. If you need a clue you can call me and I will help you. Each clue will cost you something though. Use them wisely. Your first task is simple. You are to go shopping and find a new dress for tonight. The dress must be extremely low cut in front to show off your ample breasts. It should also be high up your leg. When I look at you I want the dress to be so high that your butt cheeks practically show and the front teases people with the hopes of seeing your panties. You should also get shoes to match your new dress. I am thinking something in a heel. So it has begun. You go out and begin looking for a dress. Store after store you try dresses on. Usually you wouldn't dress like this, but for one night why not. This dress isn't low cut enough; that one isn't high up the leg. You figure if you have to get a slutty dress you might as well get a real slutty dress. You want to simply knock my socks off and surprise me. Finally you find it. The dress is tight and shows all of your ample curves. It is cut so high that it doesn't completely cover your butt cheeks. The bottom of each cheek just barely shows. The front will show just the slightest hint of your panties. Hopefully the dress doesn't ride up, otherwise people will get a little show. You find a pair of shoes that match and get ready for the next task. You are completely giddy at this point. The next clue is simple and really doesn't require much from you. Find the relaxation you seek at the Mountain Peak. "What does this mean?" you wonder. You start out by calling a few friends and asking them. No one seems to know what it means. Finally you decide to give me a call. "Ok, ok, what is the answer to the riddle?" "If I give you the answer do you promise to embrace the punishment?" I ask. "Yes, but I think you should just tell me" you say. "That is not how this game is played," I reply. I tell you to do a search on the internet for the Mountain Peak Spa in South Carolina. With that I hang up. When you arrive at the spa they tell you everything is ready for you. They take you to get your hair done and give you a note. The note reads: Pick blonde or red for your head....tell her your choice and she will do the rest. You tell the hairstylist that you want red and she goes to work. While the hairstylist works on coloring your hair a small lady approaches and asks what color you would like your nails. You select an off shade of red that will go with your dress and should go with your new hair. While at the spa you are pampered. You get a pedicure (your first one, a little weird but not bad) and your nails done. When they reveal you hair it is short (the way you like it) but extremely red. You have never had your hair this red before. It looks perfect on you and complements your eyes completely. While at the spa they have you soak in a large hot bubble bath while you sip champagne and listen to music. Next they take you for a long deep massage. You are asked to disrobe and lay down on the table with your face in the pillow. A towel is all that covers your bare ass. They leave you here to relax for a few minutes until Anna your masseuse arrives. She begins rubbing your back, arms and legs. You have had massages before but this is incredible. You realize there is a huge difference between me and a trained professional. It is a little weird for you to have another woman rubbing your body but it feels so good. Anna rubs all over your back and even removes the towel to rub your butt. I can only imagine the erotic image of Anna rubbing her hands along your ass. Kneading them and pushing any tension out of your flesh. You don't want to admit it but the massage is turning you on slightly. As Anna finishes up she hands you the next part of your adventure. The card reads: It is time to go shopping again. You are to go out and buy a pair of sexy panties. They should have a lot of lace and of by the way.....the should be crotchless. You heart flutters just a tiny bit at that word, crotchless. You have never worn crotchless panties before. This is definitely a little naughty. You shrug it off and decide that tonight you are going to be naughty. You visit a local lingerie shop and find the perfect pair. The color almost completely matches your dress and the leg holes are designed to open the crotch of the panties as your legs open. The idea of tonight still has your pussy wet with anticipation. You now have a new outfit, new hairstyle and color, fresh pedicure and manicure and your first pair of crotchless panties. You are ready for anything. Uncertain of what to do next you head home. Waiting for you in the middle of the living room is a small suitcase and a note. The card says: Pam, I am so proud that you have made it this far. I can't tell you how turned on I am right now. I must warn you though. So far this has been the easy part. If you continue from here you will be doing things well outside of what you normally do. I will give you this last chance to change your mind. If you decide to change your mind, I will come home right now and we will make love, but it won't be everything that tonight could be. The choice is yours. Outside of what I normally do. If he only knew, is all you could think. Curiosity has gotten the better of you by now. Well curiosity and lust. You know that you can't turn back. Your mind and your body simply won't allow it. With that you take out the next card. I am glad you decided to continue to play our game. It is time once again to go shopping. You need to purchase the following items: - a large vibrating dildo at least 7" long and 4" in circumference - a small glass dildo - one remote controlled vibrating egg You are taken back by the list. It was hard enough for you to go into Fredericks and buy crotchless panties, now you have to buy sex toys. No way, you think to yourself. He can just forget it. You try to talk yourself out of it. There is an uncontrollable pull in your stomach though. You give way of your fears and decide to complete the list. You don't want to go into any of the local smut shops so you drive about 20 miles out of town to a classy sex boutique. You and I have been in there before and it was always clean and nice. As you enter the store you feel a lump in your throat. You can't believe what you are about to do. Should I look around and act casual or just run in and get what I need and go; this is the dilemma you face as you walk thru the door. Just get the items and go. You rush into the area with adult toys. It is amazing how many toys there are. All different types, shapes, sizes, colors and even creatures. As soon as you enter you feel like all eyes are on you. However, when you look around it seems that no one is paying any attention to you. You quickly find the vibrating dildos. As you look through you find the first one that meets my request. You grab the big black dildo and stuff it in your basket. You then look and find the vibrating eggs. This one is shaped like a butterfly; that one is shaped like a rabbit; this one has two eggs (one for each hole). Finally you see what you are after. A simple silver egg with a remote control. You can't help but wonder what I want this for. Finally you reach the glass dildos. The selection is small but you only need one. As you contemplate the festivities for tonight you have no doubt that this will end up inside you. Why get a small one then. I might as well really enjoy it. With that thought you pick up a medium glass dildo and head toward the register. You feel naughty buying all of this stuff. They must think you are going to go home and just screw yourself into a coma. If they only knew. If you only knew. With your shopping list complete you return once again home. Like before, another letter awaits you. This one reads: You are almost done. Soon we will meet for dinner, drinks, and the nights entertainment. Your final challenge is this....I have a special location planned for our rendezvous tonight. You must figure out where it is to pass this final test. This will require a little detective work on your part. I am confident you can figure it out. But if not you could always call me for more help. Now it is time to get dressed and figure out the location. Meet me at the Château restaurant at 7:20. Bring the suitcase and your purchases with you. Don't look into the suitcase. Speaking of help....you still need to be punished for your first clue. You are to go to Honey's Gentlemen's Club by yourself. You will go in and watch at least two different women dance on stage. You do not have to sit at the stage but you must tip them when they come around. Finally, before you leave you must get a lap dance from one of the ladies. See you tonight. Now he's gone to far, is all you can think. There is no way you are going to a strip club, especially not by yourself. Even if you did go, your not getting a dance. You simply don't do things like this. Your body if filled with nervousness and anxiety. Your mind races with the thoughts of going to the club. Reason tells you not to go, but reason isn't in control right now. Your pure desire takes over and your willpower gives in to temptation. You have never been this type of person before. You have always let logic and reason lead you. Not today. You go into the bathroom and begin to get ready. As you undress, you fantasize about what might happen tonight. You pull your new panties on and run your hand between your legs. With a quick little rub you realize that you are wet and ready for action. These panties are kind of growing on you. You don't linger though. You have just enough time to get ready, complete your next message and meet me for dinner. It is time. You gather your courage and pull into the parking lot of the club. Going inside you get ready to pay the cover charge when the guy at the door allows you in for free. He sees what I can only imagine right now. You are a fiery red head dressed to kill. The dress you are wearing shows your body very nicely. Your breasts are pushed together and the dress cuts very low. It leaves very little to the imagination. Had it been cut even an 1/8th of an inch lower your nipples would be showing. Riding high along your thighs the dress doesn't even completely cover your ass cheeks. Each cheek hangs out slightly, giving everyone a tempting look at your butt. The feeling of the panties is incredibly exhilarating. With each step your thighs rub your pussy just a little. It provides a nice tease. As you enter the club you realize it isn't as sleazy as you had imagined. The club is actually well lit and the girls are very attractive. As you walk thru the club you notice most of the men staring at you. One guy even comes up to you and asks for lap dance. You tell him no, but secretly you are flattered. Choosing a seat in the back of the club you watch a couple of girls dance. There is certainly a large selection of women to choose from. Just about anything you desire can be found. You search and search. Who will give you the dance. Then coming up along the wall by your chair you see her. She must only be 5'3" and very dainty. She has long brown hair and small breasts. You wave at her and she approaches. "Hi, I'm Tiffany. Are you having fun tonight?" "Hi, I'm Cindy and I'm having a pretty good time," is all you can seem to say. Your heart is beating incredibly fast and you are so nervous. "Are you here all alone?" she asks. "Yeah," you say with a shy demeanor. "What brings you here tonight?" You then tell her about the cards and this assignment. "Well honey, I'll take good care of you. Let's go back here and I'll be gentle," she tells you with a slight laugh. As you sit in the oversized chair, Tiffany sits on your lap, throwing her arms around your neck. "Might as well wait until the next song starts. You want to get your money's worth." Her skin is soft against you and she is amazingly light on your lap. As the next song gets started Tiffany stands and begins to dance. She rocks her hips back and forth to the music and runs her hands all along her body. Spinning around, she reaches down to touch her toes leaving you staring directly at her as. You can see her pussy lips peaking out from her thong. Tiffany pulls out all of the stops....piece by piece she removes her clothes until all the remains is her panties. She has very cute little breasts with large nipples. She straddles your legs and plays with her breasts. "Do you like them?" she asks you. "They are very nice," you reply. With that Tiffany reaches out and grabs your breasts. As she kneads them through your dress she says, "I wish mine were as big as yours." Tiffany then gets on all fours and begins crawling toward you like some hungry animal. Placing her hands on each of your knees she thrusts your knees apart. You have lost yourself in the dance and forgot all about the panties you are wearing. Now Tiffany is staring directly at your shaved pussy. As she dances her head comes in close and her tongue darts out to give you a little lick. You have never had a woman touch you there before. God it fells so good and you are so wet right now. Tiffany stands on the arms of the chair and bumps and grinds here pussy right in front of your face. She then pulls the thong as you see the thin strip of material disappear into the folds of her lips. She moves down a little and you instinctively lick her lips. She lets out a low moan and grinds against your face for a moment. With each movement your tongue darts in and out of her pouty lips. Suddenly the song ends and marks the end of this phase of your experience. Meeting for dinner you walk into the restaurant. You are simply stunning. I never thought you could ever look this hot. Every man in the place wishes he was me tonight. Ever man in the place wants to do nothing but throw you down on one of these tables and fuck you until you scream. Hell, I want to throw you down and fuck you right here and now. I wouldn't even care who watched us. As you approach the table I tell you how incredible you look. Scavenger Hunt "Did you get everything on the list?" You blush as I start to ask questions. "Yes," your eyes cast down toward the table. "Did you get the dance?" "Yes," her voice quivering. "Did you like the dance?" "Very much so," she replies. "Did she touch you?" I ask. "She licked my pussy," she says brazenly while looking up into my eyes. I was intrigued and couldn't wait to hear more. "Did you like it?" "It felt great, so I licked hers." You ketch me off guard with that one. I had never expected that. Regaining my composure I continue. "Did you find the name of our rendezvous for tonight?" You explain that you looked everywhere and that this task was not fair. "How was I suppose to figure this out." I remind you that if I give you the answer then there will be a penalty. "Fine! It can't be naughtier then anything I've already done." I explain that if you would have checked our bank account you would have seen a payment for the cabin we are renting tonight. It is time to pay up. For your penalty I tell you to go to the bathroom and insert the vibrating egg and bring me the remote. You go to the restroom and insert the egg. As you walk back you feel like everyone in the restaurant knows what you just did. Sitting next to me in the booth you hand me the remote. I test it on low to see how well it works. As the egg comes to life your body tenses and you grab me arm. I can tell from the look on your face that you are enjoying this. I can tell that I will enjoy this to. Throughout dinner I give you varying amounts of vibration. On then off, high then low; never letting you get completely accustomed to the sensations. Several times I have brought you to the brink of orgasm only to let it subside. As we sit eating desert I turn the egg on high. You go nuts and tell me you can't hold back much longer. I put my hand between your legs and feel your juice dripping down your leg. You are so incredibly wet. Stopping the egg, I tell you if you need relief you could always go to the restroom and get yourself off. I know you won't do this as you don't believe in masturbation. You grab the remote from my hand and off to the bathroom you go. You only smirk at the complete shock on my face as you leave. I can't believe you are really going to the bathroom to play with yourself. This is the second time today you have experienced self climax in a bathroom. You turn the egg on high and like a flash your fingers rub your clit. It only takes a minute before you are shaking and cumming. Years of sex with children in the house have made you an expert at climaxing without anyone else knowing. When you return to the table you toss the egg to me and smile. "I've been thoroughly punished, now what did you have in mind." I still can't believe that you did it. You then raise your hand and I can smell your nectar still on your fingers. We leave and go to the cabin. It is situated in the woods on a very secluded road. Anything we do tonight will not be seen or heard by anyone. We settle in and I make a roaring fire in the bedroom. A million stars can be seen through the skylight. There are now televisions and I have left our cell phones in the car. Tonight it is just about you and me. I begin by putting on some soft music and pulling you close. We dance through several songs. It just feels right holding you in my arms. The night is perfect. Feeling your body next to mine my cock begins to stir. I tell you that tonight is about you. I turn you around and press my body into your back. My hands move around your waist and I begin to kiss the nape of your neck. I kiss your neck for what seems to be an eternity. My hands move along your stomach and sides, mesmerized by your curves and how well they are accentuated by this dress. My hands move up and begin to caress your breasts. As our passion grows you grind your hips against my groin. "I can't stand it any longer. I have been teased and horny all day long. I need you inside me now," you say to me. I lower you to the ground and we are laying on a animal rug in front of the fireplace. I begin to kiss my way down your stomach and you stop me. "I need you in me now," you say again. I take off my pants and spread your legs. The panties are about to come in handy. I slowly enter you. Your pussy is hotter and wetter then I have ever known it. Inch by delicious inch I slide into you. I am taking my time and savoring the feeling. You have other ideas though. Your legs lock around my hips and you pull me in with force. My dick fills you as our groins slam together. It is obvious to me know what you want. Right at this moment you don't want to be teased, seduced, made love to. You want me to fuck you and fuck you hard. I begin crashing in and out of you with as much force as I can. You are moaning and already beginning to climax. You scream and thrash violently as your legs set a vigorous motion. Several times I almost fall out of you as our sex is purely animalistic. We continue for several minutes until I can take it no longer. After my next thrust I pull out and try to avoid cumming. You have now had two orgasms from the first foray of the evening. Sitting up you grab hold of my cock and begin to stroke. "You need to cum too." It doesn't take long and I am spraying all over the rug. As my dick becomes incredible sensitive you keep stroking. I can't stand it and pull away. We have now been in the cabin for less than 30 minutes. You have already climaxed twice and I have already cum once. This is going to be an interesting evening. I take you by the hand to the bed. It is a king size bed with soft fluffy sheets. The flames dance along the wall and a warm glow envelopes us. The room is now nice and toasty, just the way you like it. I turn you around and stand behind you. As I kiss your neck my hand every so slowly lowers the zipper of your dress. Soon I let your dress fall to the floor and you are standing in front of me with nothing but your panties on. My hands rub along your arms, while I kiss down your back. My lips softly caress your skin. I turn you toward me and sit you on the bed. Tonight you will have to trust me. I retrieve the bag and pull out a blindfold. As I stroke your hair I position the blindfold. You are now cast in a sea of darkness. You smell the fire and hear the crackling of the wood, but no longer see the dance of the flames. Gently I reposition you in the middle of the bed. First I take your right hand and extend it above your head. You feel a soft material envelope your wrist and immediately realize what is about to happen. As I secure your wrist my hand strokes down your arm and gives you a playful tickle under your arm. I can't resist. Next I move your left hand into place. As I hold your hand you can feel the fur tighten into place. God you look beautiful. Next I take your feet, first massaging them and then secure them in place. The crotchless panties pull open and place you on display for me to see. I go back to the bag and pull out the next attraction for the evening. Setting it up on a tripod, I have brought a video camera to record tonight's events. With the tape now running it is time to begin. I start off slow with a feather. You have always responded well to the feather. Usually you are asleep but tonight you will feel all the sensations. I begin with the feather on your stomach. It jumps a little when you first feel it. Like hundreds of tiny fingers the feather lightly traces your skin. Everywhere it travels little sparks of excitement rush across your skin. I trace along your belly button and up the center of your stomach. Moving the feather back and forth a graze your breasts. Goosebumps begin to form along your skin. You moan a little and laugh a little. Sometimes the feather catches a particularly ticklish spot and you jump with excitement. I trace your arms down to your hands. You grab hold loosely and allow the feather to slide through your fingers. I now travel down your side, over your legs to the top of your feet. The feather glides and moves over every contour. I take the feather along the inside of your leg up your thigh. Your thighs are so sensitive, your body jerks and your moans become heavy. "Mmmmm, oh that feels good." Ever so teasingly I move the feather over your womanhood. The feather breaths and flutters ever so gently across you. Your body aches to be filled. Your hips move up and down in complete rhythm with the motion of the feather. "Oh, God! Oh," is all you can say. I continue manipulating the feather until I feel your next orgasm approach. With that I take the feather away and allow you to regain composure. While you lay there, your body still ready for release, I lay next to you and kiss your lips. When I feel you are ready I move on to the next step. While sitting there your skin feels like it is baking. This is obviously a combination of the fire and the intense eroticism of the evening. Now I straddle your waist and you feel a very warm liquid shoot onto your chest. Your first thought is that I just came. When I start to rub the liquid into your skin I whisper, "its just massage oil." You laugh a little at what you were thinking. I massage the oil in your skin with persistent, firm movements. Unlike the feather, I am now kneading and rubbing your skin. The warm oil feels smooth as silk against your skin. The warmth of the moment has you moaning. My hands run along the sides of your breasts and begin to caress your breasts. Moans escape your mouth as do raspy breaths. I lean down and take your nipple in my mouth. As I lick and suck your nipple my hands powerfully rub your beautiful mounds. I playfully bite your nipple and you body ruptures with excitement. You begin to moan and scream and you body convulses. You are having an orgasm from nothing more then a feather and my playing with your breasts. That is five for the day so far. I kiss your lips and leave you lay there for a few minutes. I tell you I'll be back after I get a couple of things together. You can hear the music and feel the fire but everything else in the room is a mystery to you. I return to tell you that sometimes it is good to get hot and bothered, but sometimes we just need to cool down. With that you feel a cool drop splash against your nipple. Then another on your stomach. Drop after tantalizing drop of cold hits your body. Suddenly your body thrusts up as you attempt to jump off the bed. I have just placed and ice cube between your perfect breasts. I run the ice cube under each breast and make small circles along your nipples. The ice cube travels down to your bellybutton where I make little circles and allow a couple of drops to fill your cute little belly button. I travel down and begin to trace your swollen lips. You squirm at the cold of the ice cube. With the fire going the cold sensations vanish almost as quickly as the ice cube moves on. I run the ice cube up and down your lips. I then use my fingers to pull your lips apart and display your flower completely. The ice cube is cold against your clit and your hips buck up and down. You scream out, "Please, it is sooooo cold. Too cold." As you start to beg me to stop you are shocked back into ecstasy when you feel something long and hot enter your waiting pussy. I throw the ice cube in the fire and begin very long and very slow pistoning action in and out of you. Immediately you say "Oh my God. I've never felt anything like this. It feels so hot, so good. Oh." While I work the toy in and out of you I explain: glass dildos retain temperature for a long time. When you put them in hot water they will stay hot for quite a while. Do you like this Pam? Do you like having a glass dildo inside you? "Yes, oh yes. I can't take it. It feels so good. I want it hard. Please give it to me hard." "That's not what this is for. Are you sure you want it hard?" "Yes, fuck me hard," you say. I remove the glass dildo and set it to the side. With you now whimpering and begging, I thrust the large vibrating dildo into you. "Oh my God! Ohhhhh!" Most of your words are unintelligible as you feel your pussy fill like never before. I start thrusting the large dildo into you. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper, the dildo is stretching your pussy lips like never before. You feel the toy deep down inside you. You can't get over how deep it can go. Your breathing becomes a fury and your chest is heaving heavily now. You are on your way to having yet another orgasm. Without warning I turn the vibrator on high. Your arms pull tight as you fight against your bonds. You start to scream, "Oh God! Harder, ooooh, oh! Feels sooo good, sooo good!" I can feel resistance as I thrust in and out. It is obvious that you have clenched your muscles at tight as you can. As your orgasm begins to hit a peak I slide the still hot glass dildo carefully in your ass. You explode like never before. Your body is a fury of movement and you primally scream . "Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Don't stop, oh God don't stop! So good! Feels so good! Ass feels so good!" I am shocked by how intense your orgasm is. You shake and shudder as multiple orgasms wash over you. I'm not even sure how many times you cum but every time is begins to subside another wave crashes against you. Your voice becomes raspy from the screaming and I can tell it is time to let you relax. I don't want to take you from such intense pleasure to nothing so I bring you down slowly. I begin by turning the vibrator off. Then slowly I ease the dildo from your ass. Finally I slowly pull the dildo out. As the dildo falls out you let out a big sigh. I untie your feet and hands and allow you to catch your breath. I have you turn over on your right side. I climb in behind you and move your left leg up the bed in front of you. Laying with my body directly pressed against yours I take my hard cock and slide it in to you. "Mmmmmm. Soooo nice," is all you say. My right arm cradles your head and my left holds you tight. My fingers lightly brush along your stomach and breasts while I kiss and nibble your neck. Ever so softly and as slow as possible I move in and out of you. "I love you," I say. As I move in and out of you we embrace and hold each other tight. Slowly both of our pleasures build. You begin to have yet another orgasm but this one is quiet and filled with sounds of pure bliss. Still moving slowly, fighting the urge to thrust into you, I feel my climax approaching. As we hold each other close I release and cum deep inside of you. I take you to the shower where I help wash your body down. We spend the rest of the night in each others arms in a warm glow. Not the glow of the fire, rather the glow of complete love and passion. Scavenger Hunt "Can you order me a drink while I take this?" my girlfriend asked as she answered her phone. "Sure baby!" Sara and I had just arrived at the lounge/restaurant. As she walked away, I admired the view of the sexy little backless dress she was wearing. God I love when she wears a dress! It was early, but the place was already filling with an up-scale crowd in their mid-twenties to forties. I walked up and ordered a couple of drinks from the bartender. "Can you help us?" the pretty brunette girl next to me asked. She and her friend were holding a piece of paper and giggling. "Help you with what?" I asked "We're on a photo scavenger hunt!" "I'm Katie, and this is my friend Becca." The blonde next to her smiled and reached out to shake my hand. "Ben. Very nice to meet you" as a shook Becca's, then Katie's extended hand. I'd guess they were both in their late twenties or early thirties. Katie was slimmer than her friend, and perhaps 5'4" with the heels. Becca had to be close to 5'10", with swimmers shoulders. Both were attractive, but not overly so. Clearly dressed up for a night on the town though. Katie went on to explain "It's a contest for a bachelorette party. We are separated into teams of two with a camera, and we have 4 hours to see who can get the most points." She showed me the paper as I glanced down the list with different points assigned for each: - Picture of you doing a flaming shot (5pts) - Dance with the oldest guy you can find (5pts) - Kissing a bald man's head (5pts) - Pick your nose next to a cute guy (10pts) - "Hmmm, I'm sure my girlfriend and I can help you out with one or two of these" "Help them out with what?" Sara asked as she walked back up and wrapped her arm around me while giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Hi baby! This is Katie, and her friend Becca. They're on a photo scavenger hunt for a bachelorette party and asked if I could help out" I responded and then turned toward the girls "This is my girlfriend, Sara" Sara quickly reached out her hand to say hi and "Oh, that sounds like FUN!" "Let me see the list" as she grabbed the paper from my hand. I paid for our drinks and took a sip as Sara started reading through the list with Katie and Becca. They were clearly having fun reading some of the challenges. "Oh my god" - "Where do you even find someone in acid wash jeans?" As the girls continued to talk, and occasionally whisper & giggle. Sara started to get a devilish little smile on her face. "We'd be happy to help out with some of these" She then grabbed by hand and said "follow me!" She quickly pulled me through the crowd with Katie and Becca following behind. As we made our way to the back of the bar, she turned down a hallway where there were 3 unisex bathrooms, opened one of the doors, and pulled me inside. Katie and Becca quickly came in and closed the door behind them. I still wasn't sure what was even going on as I looked around the small room. Pretty nice for a bathroom actually - marble floors, a place to sit, nice vanity and an extra full height mirror opposite the sink. Sara turned to me after locking the door. "Baby, I'm going to need you to get undressed" She said smoothly. "What?!?" I asked in protest. "Baby, don't embarrass me in front of our new friends. Now hurry up - I'm not sure how much time we have, and I already promised we were going to help them win the scavenger hunt!" Sara has had me naked in public before - in her back yard, a deserted stretch of beach, or even in the car. I was always happy to comply in the past - she gives the most amazing blow jobs, so it's pretty much impossible to turn her down when she wants to take my dick out. Admittedly, I've even gotten pretty turned on by the thought of someone accidently discovering us. But this was DIFFERENT. She's never had me naked right in front of other people! My head was still spinning as I started to unbutton my shirt. I'm not even sure what I was thinking - it was just the way Sara was looking at me - I was practically under a spell. She smiled slightly as the last button was released and I slid the shirt over my shoulders - reaching out to take the shirt from me and place it on a nearby hook. I couldn't even look at Katie or Becca as I first slid my shoes off, then unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper. I slid my socks off as I stepped out of each leg - again handing my pants to Sara. Standing there in just my boxers, I looked up at Sara to see if I was done, but she quickly raised an eyebrow, and the meaning was clear. By now, my heart was racing, and I still couldn't bring myself to look at the girls - just choosing to stare into Sara's beautiful blue eyes. I was getting turned on, and Sara knew it. Again she raised eyebrow to encourage me to continue. I carefully pulled my boxers down and stepped out of them, looking back up to see Sara beaming the most amazing smile as I handed her the last of my clothes, leaving me completely naked in front of three fully clothed women. I tried to cover myself, but she quickly pushed my hands aside. "Don't be silly Baby! I wouldn't have had you get completely naked if I wanted you to cover up!" She wrapped her hand around my dick and I nearly fainted from her touch. My knees felt weak, as she began to slowly stroke my cock. God it felt good! I was so hard, I could feel my dick twitch with each pulse of my heart. "Now let me see that list again" she said, snapping me back to reality. As Katie handed her the list, Sara continued to slowly stroke me. I was now keenly aware of Katie and Becca watching me, staring directly at my hard on. I was both too embarrassed, and too turned on to do anything more than manage a weak smile as Katie finally looked up for a second to see my reaction. "Oh, here's a good one. Stand over there and put your hands up against the wall, Baby." My cock twitched as she let go and pointed me toward the opposite wall. As I walked over and placed my hands against the smooth wall paper, she added "lean forward a little more" "Picture of you spanking a guy's bare ass - 50pts!" Sara read aloud. "Pretty sure that will count as a bare ass". I still couldn't believe this was happening. My girlfriend has me stripped naked in front of two complete strangers, who were about to spank me. "Why don't you two stand on either side of him, and I can take a picture as you each spank one cheek?" Katie and Becca walked over to me, standing close enough to feel their dresses brush up against my leg. "Nice ass" Said Becca. As Sara looked down to prepare the camera, Katie used her left hand to gently squeeze my balls. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. "Ok, ready? One... two... three!" As the flash went off I felt both hands smack my ass - hard! I could feel the sting, and the heat as both cheeks started to burn a bit from the assault. "That was great, but let's take one more just to be sure" said Sara. "One... two... three...!" Sara practically squealed as she took the second picture. At the same time, Katie again squeezed my balls and spanked my ass cheek. My cock practically lept from the attention, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment - knowing Becca and Katie could both easily see how turned on I was at this point. "Nice job Baby, I think that one came out great!" "Hmmm..... what next?" Sara pondered while again looking at the scavenger hunt list. "Oh, here's a good one "Convince a guy to take a picture of his hard on for you - 50pts" "Come here, baby" Sara whispered. As I walked over to her, my dick was at full attention. She handed me the camera, and pointed at my dick. "Here you go" This wasn't so bad I thought to myself. There was no way someone could identify me from the picture, and at least I wasn't getting spanked this time. As I prepared to take the picture looking down at my hard cock, Sara spoke up "Wait! I've got a better idea" "Come here and hold on to him while he takes the picture." Becca and Sara obediently walked over, and following Sara's directions, wrapped their hands around my dick and balls. Katie gave me the slightest, almost imperceptible, squeeze. "Oh" I moaned as my knees again weakened. She grinned widely seeing the effect such a slight movement had on me. I again went to take the picture, and as I did, she ever so gently squeezed again. "Uhh" I muttered while trying to bite my lip. "Click" "So, which one should we do next?" asked Sara as she grabbed the camera back from me. Becca and Katie continued to hold on to my dick, gently squeezing and teasing me. "Number 25?" Becca said softly. Sara read aloud "An actual picture in the act of giving a blow job - 200pts....Hmmm, this could be fun." "go ahead and kneel down in front of him" Now Becca was the one who was a little embarrassed. Her face turned crimson as she knelt down in front of me and looked up at Sara for direction. My hard cocked bobbed just in front of her face, as Sara reached around me to position the camera looking down at Becca and my dick. "Go on" Sara whispered. Becca kissed the tip of my dick before slipping it in to her mouth. "Oh God!" I wimpered as I finally got the attention I needed so badly. But before she could continue, Sara interrupted "Hold on a sec" You could hear a little pop as my dick slipped free from Becca's mouth. "Why don't you freshen up your makeup so we can get a better picture?" Becca stood up and walked to the mirror to apply a fresh layer of lip gloss. Meanwhile Sara whispered into my ear "You look so sexy baby. Completely naked in front of all of us. Look at how hard you are" Katie overheard this and squeezed my ass in approval. Having finished her makeup, Becca knelt down again in front of me, and immediately slid my cock in her mouth. "Ok, now look up at the camera and smile" Becca looked straight at Sara, with her lips wrapped around my dick, gently sucking me into her mouth. She looked incredibly sexy with bright red lip gloss and eyes wide open as the shutter clicked. "Perfect!" "Ok, now one more from the side" Sara knelt down to take a picture from my right side while Becca continued to gently suck on me while swirling her tongue under the sensitive tip. "Can you take him a little deeper? I'd like to see you tongue his balls while he's in your mouth." "Mmmmph. like 'is?!?" Becca mumbled as the camera shutter clicked again. Once again my knees buckled, but Katie held me firmly around the waist. "Perfect!" Sara stood back up, and looked at Katie while Becca continued to suck and tease my dick. "Your turn Katie" Sara said. Katie walked slowly over to the mirror and checked her hair, and like Becca, applied a fresh coat of lip gloss. Before returning and kneeling down next to Becca. Becca seemed a little disappointed to have to stop (as was I at this point), but she stood up and Katie slid over in front of me - immediately pulling my dick down to meet her lips. Instead of sucking me into her mouth, she stuck out her tongue, and rested the tip of my dick on it before looking up at Sara. "click" as the camera shutter captured the image. "Oh my God - I think he's coming" blurted out Becca. "No - that's just pre-come" Sara replied. "See how clear it is? Besides, you'll definitely know when he comes - right baby?" "yyyy...Yes" I stuttered. Katie then sucked me into her mouth "Mmmmmm" swallowing the pre come and began seriously blowing me. She was clearly trying to make me cum, and was frankly doing a really good job! "Ok, how about one last challenge?" Sara asked. Becca nodded as Katie continued blowing me. I was getting really close, and I'm sure Sara could tell. "Take the camera and stand over there" Sara directed the girls. Once again, you could hear a "pop" as my hard dick slipped free from Katie's mouth. Sara quickly reached around from behind me and grabbed my dick, stroking it while it was still wet from Katie's saliva. "I'm going to make him cum for you, and I want you to take a picture of the first blast of cum that explodes from his dick" Sara continued stroking me faster, and was now teasing my balls with her other hand. I was getting very close. Katie and Becca were several feet away, with Becca focusing the camera directly at my raging hard on. Katie had reached under her dress and appeared to be fingering herself while carefully watching Sara work my cock. "Ok, he's just about there. I'm going to count down for you - ok?" The girls both nodded, never taking their eyes of my dick. "Nine... Eight... Seven" I began to shudder "Six... Five... Four" I was trying to hold out, but I was passing the point of no return as Sara continued to stroke my cock. "Three... Two...... One!!!!" Just then my dick exploded, shooting a giant load of cum through the air as the camera flashed. Katie actually had to step to the side to avoid the blast as Sara continued to pump more and more cum from my dick. It felt like I just kept coming and coming, with Sara carefully milking every last drop before sucking the last bit off her fingers. "That was amazing" "Incredible" the girls applauded. I had to sit down just to catch my breath as Sara talked excitedly to Becca and Katie. "I can't believe you made him get naked in front of us!" "That was awesome!" "Did you see how far he shot?!?" After a minute or two, I was able to get back up to my feet, and started getting dressed. As I pulled my boxers up, and was getting ready to put my pants on, I heard "Wait. We need those boxers too - item number 14" Katie walked over and pulled the boxers back down, and my cock sprang free once again. "Oh my God, he's already HARD again!?!" "Yup, I'm probably going to have to fuck him a couple more times before the night is over" Sara said proudly. "He usually comes at least twice for me" I continued getting dressed (without the boxers), as the girls continued to chat. By the time I was done, they were hugging each other goodbye. After Sara unlocked the door, Becca and Katie slipped out "Good luck with the rest of the scavenger hunt!" "Thanks Sara! I don't think we need luck with these great pics!!!" As they walked away, Sara kissed me deeply while grabbing my dick through my pants. "See. I told you it was going to be fun baby!" Scavenger Hunt Elisa was sitting in the library studying when he sat down next to her. The university library was quite spacious, covering several floors, and there were a number of little places that were reasonably quiet and private. Elisa had found one and now found she was being interrupted anyway. She gave the young man a look, the sort of look that says go away, you're bothering me. The way he smiled at her you'd have thought it was a come hither look. "Hi, I'm Brian," he said. "Um, you know that this is fraternity week and the various fraternities are engaged in hazing potential new members?" "Yes, I know," said Elisa. If she kept it short and offered no encouragement he'd go away. She hoped. "Um, well, I'm up to join one of the frat's and as part of my testing I have to gather everything on my scavenger list." "So he was on a scavenger hunt, was he?" mused Elisa. "He want's something." Helpfully she just looked blankly at Brian, his scavenger hunt a matter of complete indifference to her. "Um, yes, well, one of the things on my list is a pair of girl's panties. Ah, I have to ask for them in a public place and the library is considered a public place." Elisa looked around, noting shelves of books but not another person in visible range. "Public, uh?" she grunted. "Officially it's public," protested Brian. "It's not my fault if there's no-one else around. Um, could I please have your panties? I really need them." Elisa tried to feel outraged but only succeeded in giggling. She almost pitied the poor man, having to beg for a pair of girl's panties in the library. "Well, I'm a fair and reasonable person," she said. "I know the sort of thing that happens during Frat week, and it just so happens that I have a couple of spare pairs of panties in my bag. I'll let you have one." Brian reddened, shaking his head. "No. I'm sorry. Perhaps I should have been clearer. They have to be the panties that the girl is currently wearing. Um, if you could slip them off you could always put on the fresh pair." Elisa gave him a slightly harder look. Was he having her on? She snapped her fingers. "Let's see your list. If you're lying you can take a hike. If you're being truthful, I'll consider it." Brian had no hesitation in passing over the list. Scanning it, Elisa raised her eyebrows, wishing him luck on a couple of the items. He had, she noted been correct about the panties. He had to ask in a public place and get the panties the girl was actually wearing. She managed not to giggle, imagining him asking some girl out on the street for her panties. He'd get arrested for sexual harassment. She looked hard at Brian. She sighed. He looked nice and earnest and slightly desperate. If she turned him down he just might finish up getting arrested. From what she'd seen of the list, that was a real chance with a couple of other items as well. She might as well give the poor bastard a break. With a wry smile she hitched up a little on her seat and, with a little wriggle, slipped off her panties and handed them to him. Slightly red, Brian promptly stuffed them in his pocket. "Ah, thank you," he mumbled. "Um, if you'll excuse me for a moment. . .". To Elisa's surprise she found Brian's hand resting on her knee and sliding along the inside of her leg, up under her skirt and cupping her mound. Eyes wide and mouth open she gaped at him. What the hell? "What do you think you're doing," she hissed. "Um, I, ah, I need to make sure that you actually took off the panties you were wearing," protested Brian. "The guys will ask me if I checked and I'd look a right idiot if I had to say no." "OK, you've checked," returned Elisa. "Now move your hand." "Not like that," she protested as Brian started rubbing his hand up and down, squeezing her mound and gently massaging. "I meant take it away." "Why? You feel nice. Don't you like it?" "Whether I like it or not is totally irrelevant," pointed out Elisa. "As you, yourself, pointed out, this is a public place. Someone may come past at any moment and find you pawing me, so if you don't mind." Elisa squirmed a little. While she didn't want him to touch her like that she was reluctant to kick up a fuss. Just too, too embarrassing. "Actually, I don't mind at all," said Brian, a finger slipping between Elisa's lips and exploring further. "Stand up." "Stand up! Why should I stand up? And take your hand away," snapped Elisa. "I will. I will," protested Brian. "Right after you stand up." Glaring at him, Elisa pushed her chair back and stood, seeing Brian push his chair back at the same time. True to his word his hands dropped away, leaving Elisa breathing hard and feeling relieved and just a little disappointed. She promptly received another shock when he unzipped and an erection came springing out of his pants. "Now sit down again," Brian said softly. Elisa looked down at him, knowing full well what he was suggesting. "Are you mad," she asked calmly. "We're in the library, for god's sake, and I don't even know you." "I know," said Brian, a funny little smile on his face. "Exciting, isn't it." He reached down and caught hold of her skirt, tugging her towards him. Also giving himself an excellent view of her pussy, Elisa seethed, finding herself approaching him. Then she was standing astride him and he was coaxing her down onto his lap. Elisa was feeling totally perplexed. She just couldn't believe that this idiot would suggest that she just sit on his lap like that. What was worse, she was actually doing it. "He's not insane," she thought. "I am." Even while thinking that she felt herself lowering herself onto his lap. Felt his erection pressing between her legs, pressing against her lips, moving up into her slit, moving up into her. Elisa sat there, looking at Brian, feeling totally out of her depth. She felt him push firmly against her and she found herself starting to move on him. "Just take it slowly and quietly," breathed Brian. "There's no hurry and we don't want to make any noise, do we." "No, we definitely don't want to make any noise," thought Elisa as she rocked slowly back and forth, feeling Brian sliding about inside her, tantalising her sensitive nerves. Elisa rocked, feeling Brian joyfully pushing against her when she moved towards him, his cock sinking deeper, and seeing him relax as she moved back, dragging his cock back out. Elisa knew she should be more concerned about someone coming but somehow that worry couldn't compete with the feel of Brian inside her. Her movements had changed now, and she was rising and falling, moving almost completely off Brian and then sinking back down. She was gasping now, her movements coming faster as she bounced hard upon Brian's willing weapon, letting it pierce her again and again. Little moans were coming from her lips and she knew what was going to happen. She was going to scream. She just knew it. But she couldn't. Not here. Elisa was now giving little squeaks that were slowly becoming louder as she bounced towards a climax. With a gasp of desperation Elisa lunged forward, biting Brian her on the side of the neck. At the same time she gave one last hard bounce and climaxed, shuddering in her need. Elisa heard Brian yelp softly as her teeth dug in, then she heard him groan as her climax hit and she could feel him responding, spilling his seed into her. Opening her eyes, Elisa found herself looking at Brian's smiling face. She gasped, hurriedly getting up off his lap. "That did not happen," she told him fiercely and turning, she bolted for the ladies room. Returning, she was relieved to find him gone. Picking up her book, she started back to studying again. It was a short while later that another young man came in and settled into the chair next to her. "Hi," he said. "I'm Adam. Say, did you know it was Frat week?" Elisa looked at him and smiled a death smile. The smile relaxed a little as she watched him depart rapidly, throwing a hasty apology behind him. Scavenger Hunt Janelle opened the card and read "In this place, you will find the laziest person in the house." She sighed. This was just like Harry to make her work for her present. She had hoped that the anniversary would be a quiet affair, but apparently she was going to have to do some thinking in order to get a gift. She thought for a second and strode into the kitchen. She tapped the lazy susan cabinet and it went spinning quickly. There was a cardboard box and a card on the top shelf of the revolving cabinet. Janelle pulled them out and closed the cabinet. The cardboard box held the words "bring me with you" scribbled across side in her husband's handwriting. After 30 years of marriage, she'd recognize it anywhere. "Now you need to find the laziest male in the house – and don't look for me," read the card. Janelle picked up the box and threw away the clue. It took her several seconds to think of the La-Z-boy sofa that they'd bought for the living room. The sofa had another card on it along with a second box. This box was smaller and more in the shape of a cube. Janelle picked up the card and read, "With this, you can turn me on from afar." She looked down and located the remote, but there was nothing on the coffee table next to it. She wondered if she'd made a mistake. The only other television they had was a 7" screen that she had under the kitchen cabinets, and it didn't have a remote. With a start, she realized that Harry had made the TV the object doing the speaking, so the clue referred to the television and not the remote. Sure enough, taped to the back of the TV was another card and a small envelope that read "do not open until the puzzle is solved." Janelle hoped that this wouldn't go on for many more clues. Her hands were filling up with the gifts she was accumulating on this quest. She split the envelope of the third card and read, "Pandora would have liked this item." Just like Harry to get literary on her. Janelle pulled a book of Greek myths off the shelf and flipped through the pages. She came to the story of Pandora and read it through. The woman had opened a chest and let evil things into the world. The last sentence talked about hope remaining in the chest. She knew that they had a hope chest in the bedroom. She wiggled her eyebrow. Maybe she was getting close to the real present on their anniversary. She threw open the door to the bedroom and entered. Harry jumped up. He was wearing a silk robe that Janelle had never seen before. She wondered where he had gotten it – and where he'd hid it. The bed was covered in rose petals and an ice bucket sat empty on the nightstand. There was a small box resting on the hope chest. She opened and saw the diamond ring glittering in its bed. She slipped the ring on her finger and admired it. She realized that he'd lit candles when she saw the diamond sparkle from the flames. "Oh, Harry," she said, "thank you!" He gave her a smile. He took the boxes from her. The first one held a bottle of champagne, which he settled into the ice bucket. The second box had some of her favorite chocolates. She set those aside for later. She didn't want to eat too much now. The envelope sized package was opened last. He pulled out a flimsy negligee. She took it from his hands and held it to the light. It left little to the imagination. She held it up over her clothes and danced a few steps around the room. "Is this what you had in mind?" she asked with a grin. Harry shrugged. "Sort of." He gave her that lopsided smile that she'd loved for many years. "I have something for you too." Janelle said, sliding a hand under the bed. She brought out a box and a card. Being a man, Harry glanced at the card and then rapidly opened the box. He pulled out the new tablet and grinned. "Thank you." He flipped open the cover for the tablet and a piece of fabric fluttered to the floor. Janelle smiled. "Something for you too." Harry held up the very tiny briefs and grinned. "I guess we had the same ideas for tonight." Janelle smiled. "Let's change, and have some champagne." She hurried to the bathroom and returned nearly before Harry had undressed. Harry slid into the briefs, which really didn't hide much at all. Janelle took a moment to check him out. Harry still had the same runner's build he'd had in his 20s, but he had more hair on his chest than he had back then. She wondered as she looked down at the negligee what he would say about her. She didn't have long to wonder, because his interest was sticking out of the front of his underwear. This could definitely prove to be a fun evening, she thought. He turned and grabbed the bottle of champagne by the neck. The cork pop made Janelle jump, just like it always did. Shyly, Harry approached her with two glasses of champagne. The bubbles were illuminated by the candles flickering throughout the room. She was glad now that she'd persisted with the scavenger hunt. There was certainly treasure beyond champagne and diamonds at the end of the trail. She sipped her glass and watched Harry as he did the same. The evening felt the same as so many others in some ways, yet she felt a strange tingle of the anticipation of something new. Perhaps it was the drink or the negligee or the effort he'd put into the evening, but it felt special. When she set her glass on the nightstand, Harry approached her. He was tentative, like he'd been when they were first dating. He took her hand in his, massaged each digit slowly and then held it tight with their fingers intertwined. He took another step closer to her and brought his mouth to hers. His lips tasted of bubbly. She licked them gently, tasting the champagne. He opened his lips without warning, and her tongue easily slipped inside of his mouth. She could taste more of the champagne on his tongue as she gently caressed his tongue with hers. The mood felt the same as this gesture. Everything was relaxed. Janelle could see the candlelight through her half-closed lashes. In his own way, Harry had tried his best to make this a special night. His tongue began to move against her own, starting a dance. Janelle could feel his body pressed against her own. She took their intertwined fingers and wrapped them around his member. She liked the way that he was always still aroused when he saw her this way. He hadn't lost his ardor for her. The kiss continued, becoming hungrier as the moments passed. Her hand slid slowly up and down his shaft. Harry moaned into her mouth, something he rarely did. She definitely had his full attention now. She dropped her hand away from him, not wanting to end the evening too soon. Harry closed the distance between them, and Janelle could feel his heat pressed against her own body. She made a move to take off her clothes, but he stopped her. "Let me handle this," he said softly in a tone that was filled with lust. She nodded and dropped her hands. He broke off the kiss. Janelle's mouth felt cold, missing the heat of his lips against hers. Harry moved his mouth to her jawline and then to her neck, taking little bites and tracing the bits with his tongue. She felt a shiver go down her spine with the anticipation. Harry buried his face into the intersection of her neck and shoulder. She could smell the familiar aroma of his shampoo and aftershave. That combination had become an aphrodisiac over the years. On a few occasions when he'd been out of town, she'd sprayed his pillow with the aftershave and used the scent to pleasure herself. Harry's mouth slowly went down her shoulder until it met the thin straps of the negligee. He pushed the strap off her shoulder and caressed her skin. He moved his mouth to the other shoulder and did the same thing, slowly working his way down her shoulder. She gasp as he moved the strap off her shoulder and the lacy garment slid to the floor. She stood naked in front of him. She thought back to the times early on when she would have been nervous to do this, but after so many years, she trusted him and he trusted her as well. He cast an approving eye over her, and moved close to her. Their bodies pressed against each other, except for the small piece of fabric that covered part of his manhood. Janelle knew that she'd do something about that soon. Harry raised his hands and took her breasts in them. He touched them, played with them, and felt them gently. Janelle enjoyed the light massage. He slid his thumbs out so that he could maneuver them around the nipples. Still holding them gently he rotated his thumbs around so that they brushed against the nipples. At first the motions were slow and methodical, but as he continued his thumbs grew faster, teasing them repeatedly. Her nipples grew harder and tight, and Janelle felt those first signs of warmth inside of her. Usually this didn't do much for her, but the ambiance and alcohol were having an effect on her libido. The mouth that had been on her shoulder now traveled down, replacing the thumb on the left. Harry licked, teased and lapped at the nipple until Janelle felt as if currents were being sent between her legs. The sensation was incredible. She leaned her head back and moaned loudly. One of the nice things about sex at this age was that no one else was around to disturb you if you made noise. Harry moved to the other nipple and did the same thing. Janelle's hands ran over his shoulders and back, touching him lightly. His broad back shivered for a second when she ran fingers down his spine. It was good to see that she had the same effect on him. Harry stopped and stood up. He grinned at her. Janelle took the moment to reach in and tug down his briefs. The touch of the silk was erotic to her, and she held on to them until they were low enough for her to drop them to the floor. He swung free now, and Janelle took him in her hand again. The top of it was sticky and wet. She used her thumb to run circles over the head. Harry bit his lip as he watched her. She smiled at him and increased the pace. It leaked more, giving her more lubricant to use. She stopped again. Janelle cupped his balls for a moment and rolled them in her fingers. They were tight to his body and getting tighter as she played with them. Harry stood there in front of her and allowed her to do as she pleased. She used her sticky fingers to pleasure herself next. His natural lube served to make her somewhat wet. She liked the thought of using his juices on herself and pushed two fingers inside of herself. Harry just watched, his mouth open and his breath coming a bit ragged. She knew that Harry wanted to take her place. She knew that he wanted to move in and pleasure her now. She liked knowing that she was making him wait, building his desire. She moved away from him for a moment. She stepped to the nightstand where her champagne glass sat. She finished the rest of the wine and then reached down for the bottle of lube. She preferred to do this herself. Janelle knew just how much to use to make it pleasurable without being sloppy. She put some on her fingers and then moved back to where Harry was standing. Harry watched as she lubed herself up, shoving her fingers deep inside of herself – just the way she liked it. Harry showed his excitement. His dick now had a few drops of desire running down his shaft. He took Janelle by the hand, and they moved to the bed. Janelle sat down first, perching on the edge of the bed. She was at crotch-level for Harry, and she took him in her mouth without speaking. Harry seemed shocked at first, but he soon began a slow rhythm with her. Janelle had always had a gag-reflex, so she wrapped her palm around a few inches at the base, so that it didn't slide in too deep. Harry pulled out of her mouth with a pop. "Tonight's about pleasuring you," he reminded her. He got down on his knees and spread her legs gently. Harry slid a finger inside of her, pushing it in deep just as Janelle had done. Janelle lay back on her elbows and watched as he focused on her. She smiled at him as he obviously concentrated on the act. He was nervous for some reason, as if he hadn't done this thousands of times before. His finger felt good inside of her, the warmth and heat starting to become a gentle heat in her. She pulled a pillow over and lay back to enjoy his technique. She knew when he added a second finger to her. The pressure was more intense, but she still wasn't full of him. He brushed the sides of her on occasion, and a few times he hit that place deep inside of her that made her moan. Harry grinned like a young man, when he got that response from her. He slid in and out, moving to quicken his pace. She thought of him inside of her, and she wanted the real thing. However, she knew that Harry wanted her to enjoy tonight and that meant some manual stimulation if that was going to happen. While he was pushing those two fingers in and out, Harry began to nibble on her inner thighs, licking them, biting them, and then blowing cool air on the saliva to make her shiver. She knew that he was planning to add another digit soon. He liked to make her anticipate the next move. She knew how good it would feel and wanted him to hurry. He pulled his fingers out of her for a few seconds, and she realized how much she missed the feeling. She wanted more and she wanted it now. Harry had lubed up a third finger, and he began to push into her. The additional finger made her feel full, and the occasional touches to her pleasure zone now happened with each thrust. She cried out at one point, when she didn't think she could take anymore. Harry slowed down and moved his fingers so that the pressure was less intense. Even so, the warmth had built up to a glow that filled her. Harry pulled out his fingers. He stood up and then pulled himself on top of her. He rested on his elbows as he gently lay on top of her. His legs were between her and she could feel the heat of his member pressing against her abdomen. It was slick and moved against her as Harry leaned in to kiss her again. This encounter was not the early chaste type; it was hungry and wanting. She returned it with fervor, sucking his tongue into her mouth greedily and teasing it with her own. She let it go and then bit his lip – not hard, but just enough to keep him in place. He shifted so that he was now between her legs, pressed against her opening. She could feel the pressure against her, but he didn't move. Harry was going to let her set the pace here. She moved to align herself and shifted just enough to pull him inside. The head of his member was in her, and she could feel its heat. She shifted again and more of him entered her. Harry grew impatient and thrust into her. She gasped and then moaned. The sensation was intense. Now he was thrusting in her, bringing himself almost to the point of pulling out and then pushing in until his balls were flush against her. His rhythm sped up. Each thrust brushed against her and she could feel the desire building up inside of her. Harry was working up a sweat tonight. A few drops of perspiration ran down his temple as she watched him concentrate on pleasing her. His grunts and moans told her that he was getting close. She knew it wouldn't be long now. He cried out, and Janelle could feel his spasms inside of her. She kept moving against him as he finished. He lay on top of her for a moment, and then pulled out. Back down on his knees, he started sliding his fingers into her. This time he didn't slow down as he pressed against the places inside of her that he'd learned over the years. In fact, he went right for them. His attention was quick and thorough. He slid in and out, trying to match his earlier rhythm inside of her. She thought of the slickness inside of her from his own juices and knew she was getting close. Janelle bucked her hips towards him, forcing his fingers deeper inside of her. She whimpered after one motion dragged his finger across her for seconds. She began to sweat as well. The heat was building up inside of her and before she could say anything, she felt her whole body go limp as wave after wave of heat ran through her limbs. The orgasm was intense and the sensation overwhelmed her senses for several minutes. She slowly came out of it and found Harry watching her with a smile on his face. She gave him a small smile in return, but didn't feel like moving just yet. He stood, now limp, and brought them both a glass of champagne. He delicately put the ring on her finger and toasted yet another anniversary.