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Scent of a Woman

By: circusleo069



This story is based on facts but however by not being there I had to embellish the details.

My wife and I had experimented with every sexual position; we watched movies had plenty of toys and even had phone sex with each other. We slowly introduced new things into our sex life. With the birth of our kids, my wife's sex drive dropped into the void of everyday life. With the erupt end of our fun, exciting sex life our last sexual conquest was fantasizing about adding other people into our intimate life. We first started with me talking to her about how her past boyfriend Joe would fuck her while I would watch. 

Our fantasy would start with her inviting him over for drinks and just hang. She would wear something super sexy hoping to seduce him (which wouldn't take much because in there past relationship he was ALWAYS ready for her). Anyway, he would come over, we would start with beers and conversation, and she would start flirting. After a bit of flirting, she would give me the signal and I would go get some more wine or something and leave. While I'm gone, she would start with kissing. He would ask if it was allright and she would say yes then she would start giving him a little oral. We planned it so I would get back within 20 minutes. She would say to me that she wanted to fuck Joe and ask me if I was all right with that. The rest would be history. Unfortunately, that fantasy never happened. 

Our next fantasy was one of a different twist. We the advent of our sexual explorations, she wondered what it would be like to be with a woman. Of course I thought this was cool. So I started recruiting online. I came across a person who was interested. Her name was Tammy. She was married and was into swinging with her husband but he allowed her to be alone with women. They met for lunch and hit it off and soon where planning a "date". She would go over to her house, when her hubby was gone, and have a dinner date. 

I was beyond excited. It had been quite sometime since our sexual life was interesting and genuinely excited for her. They met for dinner at her house. My wife "Jenny" was extremely nervous. She had previously had a one-night tryst with a lesbian about 8 months earlier but they didn't "have sex" which is another story. 

Jenny found Tammy's house and knocked at the door. Tammy was a professional and still had her work clothes on; an A-line black skirt with nylons and a blouse. She had short blond hair with blue eyes and soft looking lips. Tammy said "hi" and welcomed her in. Jenny was wearing jeans and a white blouse. Tammy was working on dinner and led Jenny to the kitchen. They started out with small talk and wine while Tammy was cooking pasta. Jenny didn't know if anything would happen but was getting warm with anticipation with the aid of some wine. Jenny focused on Tammy's lips while she was talking wondering if she would get to kiss her soft lips. While they were real close while Tammy was cooking, they both looked into each other's eyes and knew it was time. Jenny kissed Tammy and rush of adrenaline shot throughout her body tingling every part especially her pussy. Tammy reached out and touched Jennies arm as their kisses became more passionate and there tongues started to explore each other. They stopped and looked at each other and giggled with excitement in anticipation of what was to come. Dinner was ready and it was time to eat.

Dinner was good and conversation turned back to girl talk with the wine flowing. Jenny was sitting on the couch while Tammy was talking to her while laying on the floor. They started talking more about their attraction to women and how it was so different than being with a man. Both were getting hotter as the conversation became more sexual. Finally, Tammy straddled Jenny on the couch and started kissing her. Her tongue went deep into my wife's mouth. Their breathing became heavy. Jenny reached up and started playing with Tammy's breasts. Tammy let out a moan while gyrating her pussy into my wife's lap. Jenny reached under Tammy's blouse and felt her nipples hard slowly rolling them with her fingers. Tammy started rubbing her pussy on my wife's thigh. Jenny felt her thigh getting warmer from Tammy's pussy. They both finally stopped and started getting undressed. Tammy went and got a blanket and put down on the living room floor.

Tammy laid down and Jenny started kissing her from the top down, Tammy moaning louder as she got closer to her pussy. Jenny opened up Tammy and lightly licked her pussy. Tammy moaned louder. "Please stick your finger in," Tammy said out of breath. Jenny slowing put in her finger with a twisting motion. Tammy moaned louder and came within seconds. After her orgasm subsided she sat up and kissed my wife tasting her cum on her face. "It's your turn," she said and Jenny lay down and opened her legs for Tammy to bury her face in. Jenny was so wet and Tammy started licking her cunt in circles and sideways. My wife moaned in ecstasy having a woman lick her cunt for the first time. She felt her orgasm suddenly arrived and she grabbed Tammy's head burying her head into her cunt. Jenny came in waves.

Jenny laid their and they pillow talked for awhile until it was time for Jenny to leave. Tammy went to the bathroom, got her robe and saw Jenny out the door opening her robe up for a embrace and goodbye kiss. Jenny liked the way her warm breasts rested on hers.

Jenny got home and I was waiting for her on the couch. I asked her if she had a good time and she said yes smiling as though she caught the canary. She sat next to me and gave me a kiss that had the scent of another women. 

Scent of a woman



Us members of the graduating class, as well as members of the Virgins Club, were awed at my friend Bob’s revelation that he knew of a surefire way to smell a woman. He boasted that he could smell a pussy anytime he wanted and it was so easy that even his kid brother could do it. Only it was a secret handed down through the generations and his father had revealed it to him on his eighteenth birthday, so he couldn’t share it with any of us.

We all knew it to be bullshit, but I sensed from the sly smile on the edges of his mouth that maybe, just maybe, there was some truth to his claim. I was determined to get it out of him, so I begged him, bribed him, bought him burgers at his favorite joint, even helped him mow his father’s lawn but he wouldn’t tell me his secret. In the end it was a six pack I stole from my mother’s collection that made him crack.

I marveled at the simplicity and the beauty of his plan. It wasn’t really a family secret, it was something he had discovered on his own, and probably a lot of others had discovered something similar. Only I hadn’t and knowing how easy it was, I decided to finally smell pussy for myself. He told me that timing is everything and I must wait for the right moment, otherwise I may not get the full effect. Following his advice, I then waited for the right moment to arrive.

It arrived on a Thursday evening. Thursday is usually the day my sister goes to the gym and comes home around dinner time. I knew her routine somewhat and I was actually pissed at myself for not discovering this secret on my own. She normally comes through the garage, takes off her damp exercise clothes, including her underwear, and dumps them in the laundry basket. She then wraps herself in the towel she takes to the gym and proceeds to take a long, hot shower. My mother usually is in the kitchen washing dishes or cleaning up or something else, so she is also pretty occupied at that time. This leaves about a half-hour wide window of opportunity for me to, yes you guessed it, smell the scent of a woman.

As soon as my sister disappeared in the shower and I heard the water running, I made my way to the garage and to the laundry basket. To my delight, her panties were sitting right on top of the heap. My hands were shaking and I was trembling with excitement as I picked up the damp item, held it in both of my hands, and buried my nose approximately where her womanhood must have touched.

The smell was a bit foul. I was disgusted and turned on at the same time. I figured her sweat must have soaked in with her womanly liquids and probably overpowered what I heard was supposed to be musky smell—not that I knew what musky smell is like. Her body odor was a bit overpowering, but I should have expected that since she wore it while she exercised. I inhaled deeply trying to clearly distinguish between the two kinds of scent I was supposed to find in that material. I inhaled again and again, trying to hold the smelly air in my lungs as long as possible like a person smoking weed. Soon I was hyperventilating. 

Then came the voice that I had feared so much. I heard my mother scream: “What the fuck are you doing?”

I froze in my tracks. For a second I thought she had noticed the missing six pack, then the realization came. I stood there with my sister’s panties pressed into my face as my mother swore me left and right. Then she came after me with the broom she was using to clean the mess in the kitchen. That’s when I decided to flee.

I was faster than her so I made it to my room and locked it from inside before she could charge after me. She banged on it loudly and told me to come outside so she could beat the hell out of me. I sat on my bed and waited for the storm to wither away.

I heard my sister come out of the bathroom and ask my mother what the commotion was about. I heard my mother’s muffled voice as she relayed the story to her. I heard my sister yelling at my mother for overreacting. I heard my mother yelling back at her for being too liberal. I heard my sister telling my mother that I was a teenager and all teenagers do things like this. So on and so on.

I was in a state of panic. My mother soon gave up and left and my sister went to her room. Soon thereafter I heard banging on my door and my sister yelled: “Open this door immediately K.D.”

“No,” I yelled back.

“Open this door, right now. She is gone. I want to talk to you.”

I was embarrassed beyond belief. I didn’t want to face my sister after getting caught red handed with my face in her panties. What must she be thinking?

“Come on K.D., open this door,” she said in a bit gentler voice.

I reluctantly went to the door and opened it. I stood in front of her with my eyes staring at her feet. I noticed that she had nice looking feet, which incidentally were attached to some nice looking legs. I realized that she was wrapped in her towel as water dripped down from her wet hair. 

She thrust her hand at me and said: “Here!”

She was holding another one of her panties and was motioning for me to take them. I instinctively followed her command and took them. 

“Enjoy!” She said then turned around and went to her room.

I stood there dumbfounded. My sister was not angry at me. Instead she was actually giving me a tacit approval for my actions. She was okay with it. Man, did I have a great sister!

I jumped with joy as I locked my door again and then jumped on to my bed with the panties firmly pressed against my nose.

To my disappointment, all I smelt were the washing powder and the softener from the machine. Her panties were clean, too clean to do anything for me.

I was disappointed, but enthralled at the same time. I did have a material in my hand that had the privilege of being next to a woman’s pussy, even though the woman in this case was my sister. But, it was pussy nevertheless, even though it was my sister’s pussy. I felt my cock stir as I ran my finger on the outside front of the garment. I imagined where her pussy lips must have been and caressed them with my fingers. I then ran my tongue on them as if I was licking one. I even held them against my hard cock trying to dry fuck the panties and ultimately imagined myself rubbing against my sister’s cunt with my cock firmly pressed into her, well, pussy.

I felt ashamed of my last act and put them away on my night table. Around ten or so, as I was busy reading a book, she popped her head in and asked: “So, did you get what you were looking for.”

“Huh,” I said like a dummy. Then I realized what she was talking about and replied: “Oh, that. Nah.”

“Why not?” She seemed disappointed.

“They are too clean.”

She thought about my statement for a second, then it dawned on her. “Oh!” She exclaimed. “I see!” She came to my night table and took her panties. As she left my room, she said: “Let me see if I can rectify that.”

She came back after about forty minutes or so. She was wearing a silk chemise and looked quite good in it. She was perspiring around her forehead. As I watched her, she reached under her night garment with both hands, grabbed her panties from each side and shook her ass in a nice, provocative way as she pulled them down over her knees and down to her ankles. After removing them, she came to me and handed them to me. She said: “There, now you’ll get what you want.”

As I watched her leave, I took the panties in my hand. They were wet, I mean they were really, really wet. My heart jumped as I realized why they were wet. My sister had gone through a lot of trouble to get me the panties that were soaking wet with only her womanly juices and no perspiration.

I buried my face into them. There was that undeniable scent of my sister. It was musky; it must have been, because I felt myself becoming instantly aroused. There was an intoxicating effect that smell had on me. I felt my body fill with sweetness as her hormones or pheromones or whatever she must have secreted, made their way to my brain and stimulated parts of it that had never been stimulated before. To say that I got horny would be an understatement. I was so hard that my skin around my dick was coming apart at the seams.

I smelt her smell. I inhaled her aroma. I even tasted her juices. There was enough liquid present in the material that I squeezed a few drop out onto my tongue. It was the weirdest taste I have ever tasted and it made me moan like an animal. I then shoved it into my mouth and sucked on it to get every last bit of her juices. My sister’s pussy secreted this wonder drug that took my brain to an incredible high. I quickly took my pants off and rubbed the material on my head. The thought of my cock rubbing where once her pussy had been made me extremely aroused. My balls ached with the pressure my system put on them and my cock screamed for release. I frantically rubbed her panties around the head area as I jerked myself to an incredible orgasm. I had never climaxed the way I climaxed that night.

I fell asleep with her panties still wrapped around my dick.

She didn’t come back to me until Saturday night when Mom had gone out with her sister and we were both alone in the house. She asked me again: “So, did you get what you were looking for?”

“Yes, I did. Thank you.” I replied. “And more!”

“More, huh.” She seemed excited for me. Then she looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. “What do you mean more?”

“Well, I not only discovered the wonderful scent but also the magical taste.”

“Ooh!” She exclaimed. “Were you able to taste as well?”

“Yes, I was. Your panties were so wet that I was able to taste you as well as smell you.”

She looked at me with a strange look. “I can’t believe it. I had this sudden rush when you said that you could taste me.”

“I could taste you and it was extremely arousing.”

“There it is again.” She looked in a panic as she tried to listen to her own body. “That rush. Like a jolt on my spine. You were aroused with my taste.”

“I was aroused with your panties. I was extremely aroused with your scent. I exploded with your taste.”

She jumped up and rushed towards me, grabbed my hand and pulled me after her as she ran towards her room. “Come, let’s see how you do with the real thing.”

Once in her room, she released my hand. Quickly took her top and her jeans off and then jumped on her bed. She grabbed her panties on each side, lifted her ass up and pulled them down. After removing them completely, she settled her head into her pillow and opened her legs for me. 

“Come, smell and taste the real thing.”

I was standing there trembling. Things had moved so quickly that my head was spinning. My vision was a bit blurry as I could only see the silhouette of my sister. I was fully aware of the implication in her pose, but was I ready for her, I didn’t know. I couldn’t know. I had never been with a woman before. I had never seen one naked or looked between her legs, and there was one willing and eager for me to do to her as I had fantasized in my mind. 

“Come, quick. I can’t wait for you to taste me.”

I climbed onto her bed from the feet side. I was crawling on all fours as I made it to between her thighs. I was overwhelmed with emotions at being so close to a real pussy. It looked beautiful. The wheat grain enlarged a thousand fold, with her silky black pubes surrounding it from almost all sides. I didn’t know what to do.

She placed her hands between her legs and grabbed the back of her thighs with them. Then she pulled her thighs up and spread them wide so I could get my head in between. I was still fully clothed as I lowered my face onto her love nest. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do first, so I did what I thought would be the first thing. I lowered my nose onto her cunt and buried the tip between her pussy lips. 

“Ahhhhh!” She screamed and I panicked. I hadn’t heard that cry of a wounded animal before. Before I could pull my face away, she grabbed the back of my head and forced it down onto her pussy. “It’s okay. I am okay. That sound is a good sound.”

The tip of my nose was wet and glistening. I could sense it as I looked down onto her cunt. She pulled her lips with each hand and exposed that pink area around her hole. “Lick there, if you really want to taste me.”

I extended my tongue out and stuck it right in that hole.

“Ahhhrrrrrhhhh!”

But this time I knew it was a good sound, so I pressed my tongue as deep as I could. 

“That’s it baby. That’s what you should do and a lot more often.”

I did taste her. It was a bit creamy taste. I bit pungent but pleasant. I felt a bit more at ease once her words of encouragement poured through my ears. I started to rub my tongue around her hole and in between her lips. She pointed her finger at a knob towards the top of her cunt and said: “Press on this with your tongue. Suck on it. Lick it. Do whatever comes to mind.”

I proceeded to do exactly as she wanted. I sucked, licked, pressed and squeezed that thing. 

“That’s it baby. That’s it. Just do that for another hour or so.”

I liked her taste. There wasn’t much smell there but enough to tell me that I was in a rather humid area. Soon I started to enjoy myself. Once I mastered what I was supposed to do, I did it over and over. She was encouraging me all the way and giving me those signs of pleasure and grabbing my head and pressing my face hard on her pussy, sometimes so hard that it was difficult for me to breathe, and making me move it from side to side as my lips kissed, caressed, and sucked basically every part of her genitalia and my tongue darted in and out of her hole and licked around the inside of her pussy to not only my but her heart’s content.

I was really into it. I was tasting her juices and couldn’t get enough of them. I was exploring her with all the interest I could muster when I felt her clamp her legs around my neck as she held me tight in her grip. My mouth was pressed hard on her clit as my tongue rubbed it around. I peeked up without moving my head. She had grabbed the headboard and she started to thrust upward into my face. She was yelling loud as she held my head down and shoved her pussy into my mouth over and over. I tried to keep doing what I was doing to the best of my ability. Her thrusts became stronger and stronger until she held her butt above the mattress with my mouth almost inside of her pussy. She thrust up and held, thrust again and held, and thrust really hard for one last time as she yelled: “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

I held on for dear life and waited for her to have mercy on me and let me breathe, which she did after a gigantic stretch of her body before collapsing back onto the bed. She ran her fingers through my hair and caressed my head as she kept repeating: “Oh, that was good baby. That was very good. That was incredible.”

Once she released my head from the clamp of her legs, I continued with my exploration. My cock was so hard that I felt extremely uncomfortable. She was relaxed. Her legs felt like they had no power left in them. I pushed them up with my hands hoping she would keep them up, but they fell back down. I placed my hands on the back of her thighs and pushed her legs against her breasts. Her pelvic area thrust upwards and became more exposed. I noticed the ridge between her pussy and her anus and found it to be quite intriguing. I ran the tip of my tongue on that ridge. She moaned. I did it again and she moaned again as if she was coming back to life. Soon I was sucking and licking on that ridge. She danced to the rhythm of my tongue as my mouth slipped down bringing my tongue in contact with her anus. She moaned loudly. Taking that as my cue, I then proceeded to devour her asshole until she was thrusting and bucking against my face again. But this time I was holding her legs so she couldn’t clamp them around my neck. I actually forced her to hold that pose while I explored, licked and tasted every nook and cranny of her private parts, including the ones not usually used for sex. She came again and as hard as before.

By this time I was feeling a bit tired so I stopped my onslaught. She looked so lifeless as she laid there all stretched on the bed. Her eyes were closed as she gave a low moan every now and then to show how satisfied she was. I realized then that she probably couldn’t tell what I was doing and this was my opportunity to experience the ultimate thrill. I so wanted to be out of the Virgins Club and I finally had my chance to lose my virginity into my sister.

I quietly removed my clothes and once completely naked, I pushed her legs up and opened her wide again. She smiled with pleasure. Her eyes were still firmly shut as she welcomed me again to perform that tongue dance on her pussy. This time, however, it wasn’t my tongue that I pressed onto her hole. It was my hard, throbbing cock. I held her legs on my shoulders as I grabbed her wrists to keep her movements restricted and pushed myself into her. 

This time the “Ahhhhhhhhhhh” came in stereo, from both of our mouths.

I was in heaven. That’s what my sister was, heaven. She held rivers of pleasure for me and they all flowed over my shaft. I couldn’t believe how good a woman’s pussy felt around my dick. No hand job could compare to this. I was floating through the air. I was enveloped in extreme pleasure. Her pussy was the ultimate resting place for my weary cock, but resting was the last thing on its mind. He wanted to drill, and drill I did. I fucked my sister like there was no tomorrow. I pumped endlessly into her until my system decided that it was time to ejaculate.

Yes, I came. Yes, I came with a bang. I think I hurt myself as the sperm just rocketed from my balls into her vagina. I could tell from the look on her face that she felt the force and that she liked it. I thrust into her with all my might to get her back for her thrusts and then held myself stretched against her pubic bone like she had held hers against my face. I finally learnt why she had made all those sounds and why she had collapsed after her orgasm and had felt so lifeless. I, too, made those sounds and I, too, fell on top of her, lifeless. I stayed awake long enough to feel myself soften and come out of her with a soft whisper of a plop. It was an incredible feeling.



Scent of a Woman



Lark Tisdale was the kind of girl who always got what she wanted. A typical Southern belle in almost every way, she had long, flowing, blond hair, blue eyes, and a tall lean body with athletic legs, medium sized perky breasts, and attention grabbing hips. She dressed in a traditional prim and proper way that enhanced her best features and left just enough to the imagination. She was used to getting attention from every man in the room and drew a certain sense of power by making them all want her, even though she sported a large engagement ring on her finger.

Lark was a senior at the University of South Carolina, working part time as a hostess at Quincy's Steakhouse. She drew and welcomed attention from every man who walked through the front door, and many an evil eye from their significant others, who noticed her flirtatious manner. She was indeed a wonderful flirt and went out of her way to become a pleasant distraction for any lucky man of her choosing. 

On this evening the object of her attention was Troy Carter, a third year college student and one of the waiters at Quincy's. He had just started working there a week ago and he was warmly received by all of the female employees. Troy had curly, dirty-blond hair, light blue eyes, a perfectly chiseled face and body, and a charming presence about him that had quite an effect on women. However, Troy was fully committed to his high school sweetheart Jaime, who was back in New Jersey attending Rutgers. 

Troy relished attention from females but also knew where to draw the line. He made it clear to everyone that he was taken and that he had the woman of his dreams back home. Although often tempted, Troy was a faithful boyfriend and didn't want to do anything to jeopardize his relationship with Jaime. This was the girl he intended to marry after graduation. He had only been intimate with two women in his life and Jaime was one of them. He sometimes wondered what he was missing out on by staying monogamous, but never long enough to act on his curiosities. He was fully committed to Jaime, even though there were 800 miles between them. 

On this night Lark decided to test his mettle and find out just how committed he was. She had met Troy briefly and was instantly attracted to him. She was drawn by his handsome face muscular body and charming smile and couldn't help but notice she was not the only woman with her eyes on him. She heard that he had a girlfriend but that only seemed to make him a more appealing target. At the end of the night, all of the servers ran their check summary reports and cashed their money out with Lark. She had made sure to seat the last several guests in Troy's section so he would be the last server to come see her. Lark, always proficient in piquing men's curiosity, had strategically undone two buttons on her blouse before he reached the desk. 

"Hi Troy, this is the first chance we've had to say more than three words to each other. How was your night?" she asked.

"Not too bad, I guess. Can't complain about the tips but I was hoping to get out of here earlier." 

While Lark was counting the money, Troy let his eyes slip down for a glance at what she was displaying and she immediately looked up to catch him in mid-stare. He had fallen for her little trap and she knew exactly when to pounce. 

"Yeah, I can't see why any man would want to be alone with me at the end of the night," she teased, with a naughty smile on her face. "Guess I shouldn't have put those last three parties in your section, huh?

Lark was adept at taking conversations right where she wanted them and enjoyed planting tasty images in men's active imaginations. She knew he had seen the huge diamond engagement ring on her finger yet the inviting tone in her voice had Troy both excited and confused. 

"Well..." he tried to think of a witty retort but she cut him off.

"So I hear some girl in Jersey has made an honest man out of you." she probed.

"And where did you hear this?" he asked, wondering how she knew so much about him already. "Oh, a little birdie told me," she offered innocently.

"Well, it appears that you are also accounted for, unless of course that's just for show," he said, gesturing towards her ring.

"Oh this, yes. David is in the Navy and is on assignment for six months." 

Lark finished cashing Troy out and handed him his money, making sure he could notice her soft hands on his, just a little longer that he expected. 

"I suppose I'll let you go on your way," she said looking straight into his eyes holding his glance for an extra moment. 

Lark was so beautiful and he couldn't help but notice the sensation she had created in his pants. Her piercing blue eyes, full, moist lips, open blouse and teasing manner had had quite an effect on him. If her intention was to make him think about her later that night, she was successful.

"It was nice talking with you Troy. I think you are going to enjoy working here." 

"Goodnight," he said, then headed out the door, hoping she wouldn't notice the extent of his interest. 

On the ride home, Troy's mind raced as he thought about this little interlude with the beautiful hostess. Was she coming on to him or just being a friendly flirt? All he knew was that he was driving home rock hard thinking about her. He called his girlfriend Jaime every night at midnight and had fifteen minutes to get Lark off of his mind. He had been dating Jaime for six years and she could read him like a book. If his mind was elsewhere, she would detect it and start asking questions. Troy managed to regain composure and he was back to focusing his thoughts on Jaime. He had never been unfaithful to her and wasn't about to start with someone who was engaged, even if Lark was one of the sexiest women he had ever met. 

Towards the end of their conversation, Jaime began telling Troy how much she missed being intimate with him. They hadn't seen each other in three months and it was a considerable test on their collective libidos. They had a wonderful sex life when they were together but Jaime she wanted provide Troy with plenty to look forward to. She had a vibrator next to her bed, which she turned on put it up to the phone so he could hear. She let Troy listen as she teased him and brought herself to an intense orgasm. 

"Just wanted to give you something to think about until next week when you can have the real thing" she teased, leaving him wanting more than she was going to provide.

And with that Jaime said good night. Like Lark, she enjoyed sending Troy away with naughty thoughts. After he hung up, Troy lied in his bed began stroking his cock thinking about these two women who had both driven him crazy within the same hour. He chose Jaime at the point of release, if only because of the unfair advantage her little toy provided.

The next day Troy arrived at work and he was met with a big smile from Lark.

"Did you miss me?" she asked, confident he did. 

"Hi Lark," he offered, smiling, then walked past her to clock in. 

He resisted the urge to go talk with her, knowing this would only weaken his resolve to get her off of his mind. Over the next few days Lark made this increasingly difficult for him, ramping up her flirtation, and he soon was a very willing participant.

They both knew they could only push things so far, given that they were both in serious relationships but in some ways this allowed them to be even more flirtatious which added to the quickly intensifying chemistry between them. 

That Friday night, at the end of his shift, Troy changed out of his uniform and into his regular clothes. He was meeting up with some friends and was in a hurry to get out of work. In his haste, he left his Quincy's shirt and dress pants in the office, and quickly headed out the door.

"Be good!" Lark warned him, smiling and grabbing his arm. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." 

He smiled and was on his way. Lark knew how to press his buttons and keep him guessing until he saw her next. As usual, he thought about her as he drove in his car, wondering if he would be able to resist her much longer. He also knew his girlfriend was arriving the next day and he had to get this tempting Southern belle off of his mind.

At the end of the night, Lark noticed Troy's pants on the floor, and curiously looked in the pockets. She pulled out a printed e-mail from his girlfriend Jaime. 

"Can't wait to see you tomorrow. You have NO idea how horny I am!! I am touching myself right now as I type this e-mail to you just thinking of your delicious cock. My flight gets gets in tomorrow at 5PM. I'll see you at the airport. Oh yeah, one more thing. Let's just say that you're going to enjoy the ride back from the airport. Don't be late! I love you. -Jaime" 

As she slid the paper back into the pocket Lark smiled and knew exactly what she needed to do. She hated competition and needed to put an end to it. 

At 2:30PM the next day Lark got ready and put on one of her sexiest summer dresses that showed off all of her best attributes. She wore nothing underneath. She looked amazing and she knew it. Her perky breasts were pressing against the fabric of her dress with just a hint of her hardening nipples visible, her lean waistline, shapely hips and firm ass perfectly accentuated, her beautiful blond hair blowing in the wind as she walked towards her car. 

It was now 3:30PM. She had a five-minute ride to his house and about 30 minutes to work with before she knew he would be leaving for the airport. She drove with one hand, leaving her other hand free to play as she thought about the mischievous plot she was about to enact. By the time she arrived at his dorm room she dripping wet. 

She knocked on his door.

"Lark? Wow, this is a surprise!" said Troy

"Hope not an unwelcome one," she replied, looking straight into his eyes, holding the silence for a moment.

"Of course not! Please come in," he said, forgetting momentarily that he had 30 minutes before he had to leave for the airport. 

This stunning blond that he had fantasized about several times was now dressed to the nines and paying him an impromptu visit. The timing could not be worse but he was not about to tell her to leave. Lark closed the door behind her and moved a little closer to him.

"So, to what do I owe this visit?" he asked, hoping he already knew.

"Troy, I have been thinking about you a lot and I just wanted to stop by and see you before I leave," she said, lying about the latter. 

"What do you mean? Where are you going?" he asked

"My fiance really wants me closer to and I am transferring to Charleston. I have to leave in thirty minutes but I really wanted to come say goodbye to you first."

"Wow, that was kind of sudden, I had now idea you were leaving. I'll definitely miss seeing you."

It was now 3:45PM and Troy had a 1-hour ride to the airport. Fifteen minutes. Lark was right on schedule. 

"Well, I was hoping for a little stronger reaction than that," she beckoned, as she moved a little closer to him. "Come on Troy, I think we both know there is an attraction between us. Wouldn't you like to have a little fun before I go? It'll be our little secret," she persisted.

"Lark, you know I am attracted to you but you know I have a girlfriend and the timing is horrible. She is flying down here right now and I have to leave for the airport in less than 10 minutes."

"Shhhhhh, she pressed her wet finger to his lips. "I promise this won't take that long." 

As he took in her wonderful scent, he relented and Lark unbuttoned his pants and slid them to the floor. She pressed him back onto his chair and looked down at him. Hiking up her dress, she lowered herself onto his throbbing cock so just the head of his cock could enter her. Lark smiled as she began slowly riding him, knowing her juices were dripping all over the head. 

"Mmmmmmm...don't move. Let me do all of the work," she said, taking complete control.

Slowly, she moved on him, still only allowing the head of his cock to enter her. Watching him squirm beneath her only made her wetter which would help her ultimate cause. She gradually allowed Troy to enter further inside and her juices dripped all over him. His cock was impressive; certainly capable of hitting spots that David couldn't dream of hitting. 

When he was fully inside of her, she reached down and started rubbing her swollen clit.

"Mmmmmmm...that feels so good. Do you like watching me, baby?"

"Yessss!!" was all he could say.

Next she slid her finger inside then removed it to slowly trace Troy's lips. She wanted her juices everywhere and Troy was in no position to resist.

Lark knew she could make him cum whenever she wanted but needed to leave him no time to shower. Slowly grinding on his rock hard shaft, feeling just the right amount of pressure on her swollen clit, Lark looked down at Troy, knowing how badly he wanted to release his hot load inside of her. He felt amazing and she was going to enjoy every delicious second. 

Troy suddenly looked at the clock and realized he had to leave in 3 minutes. He wanted so badly to cum and started thrusting his hips to increase the intensity. As Lark sensed this and pulled back, frustrating him even more. She slowly continued to ride his cock until she decided it was time to let him cum. 

"Mmmmm....drive that cock and cum for me, baby!! Show me how badly you have wanted this!!!"

Troy dutifully drove his throbbing cock deep inside of her and came instantly. She continued to mount him for another minute as his erection slowly subsided, making sure all of their shared juices seeped down onto his cock and public hairs. 

"Mmmmm...that was wonderful." She leaned down and kissed him. "I promise this will be our little naughty secret."

Then she climbed off of him and they both quickly got dressed. His mind began to race as he remembered what Jaime had promised in her e-mail. Oh Shit!! There was no time for a shower. He was already running late. 

"I am so sorry I kept you so long! Please don't be mad," she said, knowing full well that he had no complaints.

"Oh yeah, one more thing" She slid a piece of paper into his pocket brushing he hand against his cock one last time. "That's my cell number if you want to reach me."

He ran to his car and drove off. Lark grinned as she walked back to her car.

Driving 80 mph the entire way, Troy manage to arrive at the airport on time. Jaime looked captivating and she met him with a loving hug and kiss. She had spent the entire week getting ready for this visit.

"Baby, I can't wait to get into the car with you!!" she whispered into his ear. "I have been thinking about it the whole flight down!"

When they got into his car, Jaime's hand immediately moved between Troy's legs. She felt his body react the way she wanted and she slowly worked him with her hand, through his pants, until the coast was clear. Troy's cock had sprung back to life and was begging to be released. He started moving his hips in enjoyment and anticipation, forgetting about the surprise that was about to meet his beautiful girlfriend's mouth. She had done this for him countless times before and she knew he loved every minute of it. She enjoyed the added excitement of knowing other drivers might catch a glimpse of their act and knowing she had complete control as Troy had to keep his eyes on the road.

As they hit the highway, she unbuttoned his pants and slid down his zipper. His cock, now in open view stood straight up awaiting its reward. She leaned down onto him and took his stiff cock, loaded with Lark's juices and Troy's recycled cum, into her eager mouth. 

Lark got home, lied down, removed her dress and took out her vibrator. She had executed her plan perfectly and became aroused at the thought of another woman taking in her juices. She placed her little friend on her clit, leaned back and brought herself to a wonderful, powerful climax. 

The phone should be ringing any minute now, she thought.



Scent of a Woman



The bar was crowded, hot, and loud. The thick heat radiated from the dancing bodies as I reached for my drink on the bar. I watched the young girls dancing, grinding their bodies against one another in drunken arousal. It is no doubt a sight to see, and for a moment can make your blood rush, but it is not what I'm looking for. I have dated girls my age, and found that most of them were exactly that, girls. My fascination lies with women. There are no games, no time wasted, and no beating around the bush. 

The friend I came to the bar with, Kevin, was wrapped up in a girl on the dance floor. I stood at the bar, and drank from my glass. After placing a tip on the bar, I looked up to find a pair of piercing green eyes staring at me from a distance. I was paralyzed for a moment. She was a vision. Her black hair poured down the sides of her beautiful face. Her lips looked delicious, her tan, olive skin was enticing, but her eyes made my hands shake. We shared a stare, a slow, seductive stare that let both of us express interest. I was interested. I was hooked. 

I disappeared into the crowd. I slipped outside to smoke a cigarette and calm my nerves. It had been a while since I was nervous about talking to a woman. I took a drag from the cigarette and a sip from my drink. After a deep breath I felt myself easing and I was ready to go back in. That is until I saw her walking out towards me. I felt myself immobilized again. Her heavenly curves swayed back and forth as she walked towards me with an intoxicating confidence. I took another swig from my drink, hoping for a liquid confidence to seep in, but it never did. 

"Hey there sweetie," She said, her voice was just as I imagined it. Soft and gentle, yet sexy and strong at the same time. 

"Hi there," I said, trying so hard to keep myself from stuttering. 

Her eyes were amazing. I couldn't take mine off of hers. 

"Coming out to get some air?" I asked, trying to make any small conversation. 

"Nope, I saw you out here and I wanted to talk to you." She said. Her response caught me off guard. Her honesty made my blood begin to rush. 

"Is that so?" I tried to sound cocky but I was shaking in my sandals. 

"Absolutely. You're cute. I saw you looking at me in the bar. My name is Kristin" 

"I'm Mike. You're kind of hard to miss. You are absolutely stunning. I couldn't help but stare." I said as we both broke into a laugh to ease the tension.

"Can I take a drag from your cigarette?" She asked. I handed it to her. "I don't usually smoke but I think I need it." 

"Yeah I don't usually either, but I definitely needed it." I said, matching her smile. 

"I see you're not holding a drink, would you like to get one?

"Sure, I could use one." She said, as we walked back inside. 

I forgot how hot the bar was. My mind was captivated on the Venus walking in front of me. 

"What do you drink?" I asked as we got to the bar. 

"Martini?" She said hesitantly. 

I handed the bartender the money and she sipped seductively from her glass. Her eyes stared into mine, and I could feel the chemistry flowing in my veins. She started dancing to the music, her body pressing against mine. Her firm ass, accentuated by her tight black pants, pressed against my crotch. My cock stirred, and the scent of her hair only urged it on. She turned around and sipped her drink. We made small talk and danced a little. Our hands wandered each other under the bar. Her legs were soft and smooth, and every inch drove me closer and closer to insanity. I felt her hand rub against my cock, and a shiver of excitement coursed through every inch of me. She turned around and looked me into the eyes. 

"Would you like to get out of here?" She asked, with one thing on her mind. 

"Yes." I didn't hesitate. I drank the rest of my glass and took her by the hand. We left in a frenzy, anxious to get back to my place. In the parking lot I pinned her against my car, and kissed her hard. We kissed passionately, our hands exploring each other in absolute lust. 

I pulled the keys from my car and we got in. Before I could put the key in the ignition she was kissing my neck and rubbing my cock through my jeans. I finally got the car turned on as she continued to rub hard through the denim. 

"I see someone is a big boy." She said in the sexiest voice imaginable. 

I didn't live far from the bar, but it felt agonizingly long. She began to undo my fly, and pulled my aching hard cock from its confines.

"Mmm, he's perfect." She said as she began to take my cock head into her mouth. I almost lost my mind, driving as fast as I could to my apartment. Her mouth was warm and wet, and I could feel her lips moving up and down my shaft. As we pulled into my apartment parking lot, she sat up. I kissed her hard, running my hands all over her heavenly body. I looked down to see my saliva soaked cock, and tried to get it back inside my tight jeans. She giggled as we got out of the car, and the tent in my jeans was beyond obvious. 

I fumbled with my keys at the door, but managed to get in. I throw my keys on the table and turn to her. She stands like a goddess before me, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Her beautiful breasts slowly come into view, pressed together with a lacy, black bra. She removed her jeans slowly, and I could feel my cock pressing hard and harder against my jeans. A black thong appeared over her hips, and between her lovely ass cheeks. I removed my shirt and jeans and we walked into my bedroom. 

She pushed me onto my bed and removed her bra. Her body was amazing, soft and lean, and her breasts were large and heavy, but managed to keep shape. For an older woman, I have never seen a body like hers. She removed my boxers, and my hard cock came bouncing free. She smiled as she leaned down and took it into her mouth. I moaned in ecstasy. Her heavy tits rested on my thighs as she sucked my cock hard and long. The way an older woman does it; with an admiration and love for a young, hard cock. Her saliva dripped down my base as she sucked it passionately. She stroked my wet cock and stared into my eyes. I almost came immediately. 

"Look at these big, heavy balls." She leaned down and sucked on them. She rolled them around in her mouth and licked them until they were dripping wet. I was going crazy. I reluctantly interrupted her, but I needed to taste her. I got to my knees as she got onto the bed. I pulled the soaked thong from her, kissing up and down her thighs. Her scent was undeniable as licked her pussy. I licked and sucked on her clit. Her hair was trimmed, the way I love it. A pussy with hair is the sign of a real woman. Her hands ran through my hair as I attacked her pussy with my tongue. Her moans only fueled my passion. I lick and suck and nibble until her thighs begin to shake. Her body shifts, and I can feel her cumming on my tongue, her wetness dripping from her throbbing pussy. 

I move up to kiss her hard. Our naked bodies press against one another. Her skin was soft and warm, damp with the summer night's humidity. 

"I want it, Mike, please, I need it." 

I took my cock and rubbed the thick head on her soaked pussy lips. I slowly entered her. We both gasped as I moved inch by inch inside her tight, wet pussy. 

"Mmm you fit me so well." She moaned out. 

"God you feel so tight."

I slid my cock all the way into her, until my balls rested upon her ass. I kissed her neck and began to move in and out of her. We moaned as our bodies began to smack against one each other. My heavy balls clapped against her ass with every deep thrust. Her nails dug into my back, urging me to thrust harder. 

"Oh, it's so good, harder!"

I obeyed. I thrust harder than ever, feeling her writhe beneath me. She came hard. I rest, my cock fully within her, trying not to move. My slightest movement causes her to gasp and squeeze my arms because of the extreme sensitivity. I slowly take my cock out of her pussy and drop down to lick her pussy juices escaping her freshly fucked pussy. 

She got to her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder. 

"Please, give it to me again." She said, still panting. 

I leaned over and licked from her pussy to the middle of her back. My hard cock rested between her luscious ass cheeks. She reached back and grabbed the thickness of my cock and positioned the head between her lips. She bit her lip as I slowly penetrated her again. It was only a matter of time before I was thrusting into her uncontrollably. She moaned into the night as I ran my hands over her damp back and watched my cock move in and out of her pussy. I could feel my swaying balls slapping against her clit. 

She came soon, but I didn't stop thrusting. Her cum drips down my thighs as I continue to pound her pussy with my cock. She screams and moans as she grips the bed sheets. I smack her ass hard and give another deep, hard thrust. 

"God I'm going to cum again." She cries out. And I can feel a wetness pouring from her pussy. I watch her body shake and quiver against my hips, my cock still deep inside her. I slowly pull out, and lay down on the bed. She stays in the doggie style position, gyrating her hips for a moment before turning around. 

"That was beyond words." She said as her eyes filled with lust. Her eyes look down at my cock covered in her cum.

"Suck it," I say, filled with confidence. 

She lowers her head immediately and takes my cock into her mouth, tasting her pussy on it. She rubs my balls while sucking my cock harder than ever. 

She stops, and straddles my cock. I watch her face fill with ecstasy as my cock penetrates her inch by inch. It is a vision I will never forget. Perfection. Her body was now glistening with sweat as she began to rock her hips back and forth on my cock. She leaned down so her breasts swayed in my face as she fucked me. She held onto the headrest and began to bounce violently on my cock. I held her hips down and began to thrust up into her very quickly, feeling the heavy load of cum about to release. She leaned back and came again, and I watched her juices drip down my cock. It was too much for me. 

"I'm cuming!" I shout. Her eyes opened wide as I felt laces of cum shoot from my cock. She overflowed quickly, and cum began oozing down my coc k from her pussy. She leaned down upon me; our bodies were flushed, sweat and cum covered. We are both panting as she slowly moves down my body, kissing my stomach. She began to lick up our cum from my cock and balls. With every suck I gasp, succumbing to ultra sensitivity. She licks me clean, pressing my cock against her face. 

When she comes back up she rests her head on my chest. 

"That was amazing," I say, my chest still pounding. 

"It really was. I guess I better get home, it's late." 

"Why don't you just stay?" I ask, confused when I see its 4:30am. 

"My husband will get suspicious." She said with a devilish smile.

"Your husband?" I said, startled.



Scent Of A Woman



She was on all fours in front of me, her shortish dark hair hanging forward, caressing her cheeks. She was warm and milky white, soft and silky smooth. I knelt behind her, knees on the floor between her lower legs and placed one hand on her ass and ran the other down her spine and back. Then taking my thumb and beginning at the coccyx I slid it all the way to the base of her neck, tracing the tense muscle that runs along the spine. I repeated on the other side as she dipped her top half slightly forward, acknowledging and encouraging me. She took a breath through her nose, held onto it and exhaled with a push from the diaphragm, making a hissing sound as she did. I rubbed her back a few more times until she straightened herself up, intimating to me that the next act was due. 

I looked down at her curves and her Cyclops was staring up at me. I was holding her ass with both hands now and I slid one between her legs to feel her darkness. It was there as expected. Hot and wet and super-slippery, she was turned on by the anticipation of the sex to come. My hand motioned back and forth in the slippery dip she had offered me, my longest finger reaching for her clit and sliding around it. I rubbed away at her for a short while, switching her off and on as I discovered small spots of pleasure within her purple lips. Her pretty mouth opened just enough to allow her to breathe through it as her heart rate increased.

Her head was tilted to one side, one shoulder slightly higher that the other. Hands flat on the floor, she took one and with a single finger gently removed the hair from her cheek and placed it behind her ear. She turned her head gingerly in my direction. Our eyes met, recognition and desire and naked vulnerability – we were making art!

My first finger made its way into her opening and I felt the plushness of velvet that was waiting there. Her head rocked a little and her mouth opened some more. She made a little sound that made no sense. I listened intently as if it did. My heart rate increased and my blood was rushing through me with excitement. My eardrums were pounding and my chest was tensing up. My cock was rock hard and my balls inched closer to the rest of me. She adjusted herself so that her legs were just a bit more further apart, then dipped her head and chest, simultaneously pushing her ass up toward me. I was really turned on by this and stuck a second finger inside her wetness for good measure. She moaned approval. She liked it. I liked it. I leant in close and smelt her. I inhaled pussy and muskiness and something indescribable. I saw flashes in my mind's eye. I smelt again. Inhaled long and deep, the scent of a woman. I took my fingers out and replaced them with my tongue. She rocked presently at the wet on wet feeling. She made little love sounds.

I could smell her ass as I licked her purple lips. They were swollen now but that just meant more for me! I gave a couple of deep licks into her pussy and made one long lick all the way up to her Cyclops. I licked again. She raised her head slightly and gave a little "ahhh" before pushing her ass towards me. I stopped momentarily, a hand on each cheek, observed her glistening Cyclops and began kissing the inner side of her butt. I could smell her loveliness and I wanted to make it mine. When I had completed a circle I put my mouth on her precious and softly sucked. Then I licked some more as she gave little moans of delight. Warm, slippery, musky, rosy – my desire increased as I involved myself more and more. 

Enthusiasm rose up within me in waves that made me rock with each ebb. I was growing hotter and hungrier for her. I held her ass to my face with delicate dexterity and searched and found the secret circle that was now all mine! I angled my head so that it rested against one butt cheek and pushed my tongue along the edge of her anus. She groaned. I swapped sides and did the same and she groaned again, this time with a little more control in her voice. I sucked and licked her ring with confidence, her sounds reassuring me, encouraging me, enlivening me. 

She held her milky white ass in front of me with poise, afraid to rock or buck lest the pleasure lessen or halt. I continued to devour her secret. Her breathing became more rapid and her cheeks flushed red, patches of warmth breaking out across her body. The Cyclops continued to give forth its musky scent, ratcheting up my horniness. My senses being invigorated through the process as the sacred aroma triggered memories of previous encounters.

I paused, reared up slightly and took a breath. She sensed the moment and reached back with one hand, grabbing my cock. She pulled my hardness to the entrance of her pussy and placed me deftly at the door of this exclusive nightclub. She propped and wriggled and took in my head. Hands on her ass, I rocked on my knees and slid into her. She let out a hiss. I retreated. Arm outstretched, hand on my thigh, pulling, beckoning, she wanted me now. NOW.

I charged forward a little too fast and she bucked, nostrils flaring, eyes flashing. I slipped myself back and this time got the pace right. She moaned long and low. In, out, in, out. I was fucking her pussy and it felt fantastic! Intuitively sensing my rhythm, she rocked just enough to meet my forward thrust and waited patiently after I withdrew. We made little slapping sounds as we came together and hissed as we separated. Our skin hot. Heat gathering in obscure places and rivulets of sweat running down our bodies. In, out, in, out. Slap, hiss, slap.

Her pussy could now swallow all of my hard cock. Her pubes were wet with desire and exertion. I thrust into her and she clamped onto me. Held me in check and displayed her strength, momentarily. I felt something deep inside myself change shape. She relented. I pushed again and she moaned, a sound I hadn't heard before and can't describe. I took my eyes off her rear and focussed on what I could see of her face. She was delirious, breathing hard, shaking her head gently and drooling on the floor. I would have wiped her face but there was no way I getting any overtime at that end right now!

Shoulders propped now, arms stiff and straight, back arched, muscles tensed and displaying their hidden beauty. She was gorgeous! Wet and hot and horny as hell. Slap. Hiss. Slap. She hissed and her cheeks rippled. Half her tongue hung out of her drooling mouth. I fucked harder. She called to me. I don't know what she said. She called again. I fucked harder and faster. Her leg started to shake and then the rest of her followed. I felt her vibrate through me and then I started to shake. From the inside out. I felt it low down and then felt it move up within me. The hot force that takes the spiral path. My head rocked and my eyes saw nothing. My third eye saw the white light. She went stiff and silent. Then screamed like a night cat, then moaned long and low, then let out a series of hisses, again making her cheeks ripple. She went slack.

I stared down at her with admiration, her back glistening with exertion. We were still joined and I pursued her sweetness with vigour. Her pussy was all mine. My mouth was dry. My shoulders were hot. I held onto her ass tightly. My cock was at full mast and plunging into her. My third eye saw the beginning of things. I saw colours and shapes without edges. Flames! Fire! I exploded into her dampness. She made a little love sound. I shook and heaved and shook again. I stayed there for a minute or two, I don't know which. Just savouring the physical unity for a moment or two longer. Absorbing the oneness of the ancient act.

She lay collapsed on the floor on her side, exhausted and I didn't feel any different. I lay down beside her, facing her back and embraced her. She took my hand in hers and placed it between her breasts. She took a deep breath and I did the same. Making small adjustments we shaped ourselves around each other and fell asleep. The warmth of our bodies enough for now, heartbeats in unison, breathing in perfect time with one other.



Scent of a Woman



I sat alone at a table near a window, nursing my scotch as the snow gently fell outside.

"Why did I even bother coming?" I asked myself.

I had only been with BC Engineering for two months and I really did not want to be at the annual Holiday Party, but I was told by management and co-workers that it is expected for all employees to attend, and because a major announcement was to be made at this year's gathering, it would be a good idea to be there. Besides, what else was there to do in this small town on a Friday night in the middle of winter?

To be honest, the evening wasn't going to be a total bust. The caterers served a wonderful meal, and there was an open bar. If nothing else I was going to get a free meal and a buzz.

Still, having not really "cliqued" with any of my fellow employees, it appeared it was going to be a pretty boring affair for me.

I spent my time people watching. It can be amusing to sit at one of these events and watch people interact. You can always pick out the "brown nose". He's the guy that pretends to hang on every word his boss utters. Then there's the social butterfly who believes it's her job to interact with everyone at the party whether others are interested or not. Then there's "Mr. Tipsy", the guy that has one or two too many. He's not sloppy drunk, but just drunk enough for his speech to slur and for his brain to allow one or more inappropriate comments escape.

There was all of that and more at this party.

At about nine o'clock I watched as one of the production workers, a heavier thirty-something woman, made her way toward my table. She was dressed smartly, but was obviously uncomfortable in the fancier attire she wore for the occasion. She had a look in her eyes that said she was going home with someone tonight no matter what.

"Having fun?" she asked, attempting to bat her eyelashes seductively.

"I guess so. The meal was good, and there's a good selection of scotch at the bar." I paused for a few seconds as she continued to make eyes at me. "You got something in your eye?" I finally asked.

My question was an effective deflection of her come on, and she turned abruptly heading back to the thick of the party.

I looked up from the table and saw Lauren about twenty feet from me. Her hand was clasped over her mouth. Her cheeks were pulled tight so I knew she was stifling a laugh. She began walking towards me.

I did not know Lauren well, but I knew who she was. She worked in the HR office and was present while I interviewed for the position I was recruited for. I had also seen her in the cafeteria numerous times, but had never been able to screw up the courage to talk to her.

Lauren was by no means a "knock out", but she certainly was not unattractive either. I guess she would qualify as what my generation called a MILF. I figured her to be in her mid to late thirties, five feet ten inches, and about 160 or 170 pounds, married, and a mother of three. She was very curvy and well proportioned. Her blond hair was shoulder length with subtle waves, cascading naturally around her attractive face. She was dressed very elegantly in a longer black dress that exposed no cleavage yet it hugged and accentuated her breasts and the rest of her curves. Her legs were cased in very shiny hose that looked like they may have cost more than my suit.

"What did you say to her?!" Lauren asked me, her words on the cusp of laughter.

"I just asked her if she had something in her eye. The way she was blinking made me think she had some dirt in it or something."

"That explains her hasty retreat! You do know she was coming on to you, right?"

"Yeah," I answered. "I couldn't think of a nice way to brush her off."

"I'm Lauren, by the way." She said as she extended her hand.

I quickly rose from my chair and daintily took her hand in mine. It was soft and warm. I fear I may have held onto it a little too long. There was just 'something' I felt when her hand was in mine. "Must be the scotch" I told myself.

"Seth" I responded. "It's nice to properly meet you." We simultaneously sat down, Lauren scooting her chair a little so she was more facing me than the table.

"Likewise. Care for a little company young man?"

Her question caught me off guard. I thought for sure she was here with her husband.

"Umm, sure! That would be nice. Your husband won't mind?" I asked, nodding my head toward the handsome, well dressed man she had been chatting with.

"Oh lord! That's not my husband! That's Jim Cantor, one of the firm's attorneys. He's as gay as the day is long and would have nothing to do with someone like me."

"I'm sorry Lauren. I didn't mean to make assumptions. I'm just so new here I haven't been able to figure out who's who yet."

"That's okay Seth." She reassured. "I understand it takes time. So, what do you think of your time at BC so far?"

"I'm really enjoying the work. Very demanding and challenging. I just wish I could get a better feel on how I'm doing, performance-wise." I confessed.

Lauren replied "I think you'll have an answer to that in a few minutes."

Now that Lauren was close to me, I was able to get a better look at her. Her face was lightly made up, and attractively so. She knew how to put on make-up. Her eye liner and shadow were applied to accentuate her blue eyes, not to create a mask. Lauren's full lips were painted in a subdued red, not an over the top glossy color that would draw too much attention to herself. She wore diamond stud earrings and a delicate gold chain around her neck from which dangled a sparkling diamond pendant.

But most striking was her smell. The perfume she wore was incredible. I had never smelled anything like it before. It was totally captivating, and I inhaled deeply, filling my nostrils with this intoxicating scent.

"Not bad for forty six" she said, snapping me out of my daze.

"Hmm? Excuse me?" I queried as I came to the sudden realization I had been staring at her as I luxuriated in her heady scent. "I'm sorry Lauren, I was caught up in a thought there for a minute. You were saying?"

She was smiling at me, and blushing just a little too. Her eyes twinkled as she whispered "I said 'not bad for forty six'"

"Really?" I replied in genuine surprise. "Never would I have figured that."

Lauren's smile widened as she leaned back in her chair, her eyes twinkling a little more. "Thank you Seth. Forgive me if I don't believe you."

"Honestly Lauren. I had you pegged for a late thirties married mother of three. Are you going to tell me I'm wrong on the other counts too?"

"You are. No kids, and happily single" she answered. "Does that surprise you?"

"It does" I answered honestly. "Lauren, please pardon me if this is too forward, but would you tell me what perfume you are wearing?"

"You like it?"

"I do! It's like no other fragrance I have ever smelled on a woman before."

"It is unique, isn't it? Right now it's called "Morse 17.21 Alpha" she answered. "I doubt it's marketable under that name though. I don't even know if it's marketable at all."

Lauren found amusement in my confused look.

"My job here pays the bills and allows me to pursue my passion, which happens to be women's fragrances. The one I'm wearing is a brand new formula, and it appears to be having it's intended affect. Well, on you anyway."

Lauren and I spent the rest of the evening talking. I found her to be a fascinating, intelligent woman. She holds a Master's degree in chemistry and a Bachelor's in Childhood Development. Lauren has been employed at BC since its inception and has worked her way up from receptionist to her current role as a manager in HR. She told me she likes the anonymity she can have in a small town relaxed setting.

As we talked, Brian Currel (owner of BC Engineering) made the big announcement everyone had been waiting for. Because of the work my team and I had been doing over the last two months (I had been recruited to program / operate / run a cutting edge CNC machine to produce precision industrial quality housings for a new electronic device to be introduced by a leading electronics manufacturer) BC Engineering had landed a lucrative contract to produce 500,000 of the industrial housings that would be worth ten million dollars, potentially more. Brian also told us that the plant would be closed for the next three weeks as additional CNC machines and controllers were installed. The employees were none too happy until Brian added that we would all receive normal pay during the hiatus and we would not have to use any vacation time.

Lauren patted my hand and said "Congratulations!"

"Thanks Lauren. I didn't do it all by myself you know."

Immediately following the announcement, wait staff roamed the room distributing what turned out to be significant Christmas bonuses. I stuffed mine in my coat pocket to open later.

"Take me home" Lauren blurted, seemingly out of nowhere.

I considered her demand, but politely and graciously declined. "You flatter me. Lauren, you are a beautiful woman, but we've only just met. I don't think that's a good idea."

Lauren and I continued our conversation for another fifteen minutes as the excitement around us began to wane.

"Well Seth, it looks like the party is starting to break up. Would you like to go somewhere with me?" Lauren asked.

"I want to Lauren, I really do. But people might talk. You know, "the new guy leaving with management" thing?"

Lauren seemed to understand, and again we returned to our conversation.

Ten minutes later, Lauren leaned forward until her face was a few scant inches from mine. Again her perfume overwhelmed my senses and she throatily whispered "Seth, honey, please take me someplace where we can be alone."

This time it seemed as though I was powerless to refuse her, and before my brain could catch up I heard myself saying "What did you have in mind?"

"Anyplace that's not here" she answered. "Let me leave first. I'll meet you in the parking lot. We wouldn't want anyone to talk."

"I'd like that Lauren" I answered, smiling ear to ear.

"How did that happen?" I thought to myself as Lauren gathered her things, said goodbye to Brian and the rest of the management team, and made her way out the door.

I waited a few minutes before I excused myself and said my goodbyes as well.

Once outside I was surprised by how much snow had accumulated. I was suddenly glad I had only had the one drink all night. Being engaged in conversation with Lauren had saved me from driving home drunk.

The short honk of a car horn and flashing headlights told me where Lauren was. I walked across the lot to the source of the noise and found Lauren sitting in the passenger seat of her Subaru. The car was running and the snow had melted off the windows. I assumed I would be driving and got behind the wheel.

"What took you so long?" she chided. "I've seen women leave a party faster than you!"

I gave her a sheepish smile, knowing was just kidding.

"I hope you don't mind driving Seth. I hate being behind the wheel in this weather."

I honestly don't know what the hell she was thinking letting me drive. I learned how to drive in Texas, and this was the first time I had driven in an accumulation of the white stuff.

"No problem. So, where are we going?" I asked.

"Just start driving, I'll give you directions."

We pulled out of the parking lot and Lauren gave me turn by turn instructions. It seemed to me like we were out in the middle of nowhere when Lauren finally told me to turn right into a driveway. After driving for what seemed like a mile through a dense forest, Lauren pressed a button on the console and a garage door opened. I pulled the car inside and Lauren closed the door behind us.

"I hope you don't mind me bringing you here Seth" Lauren said.

"I take it this is your place? It's pretty deep in the boondocks, isn't it?"

"That way no one will be able to hear you scream." she deadpanned before letting go with a nearly sinister laugh. "Come inside."

I was really starting to like Lauren. She had a wicked sense of humor and I was completely comfortable around her.

Lauren took our coats and hung them in the hall closet.

"Don't be shy honey, take your shoes off and make yourself comfortable" she instructed.

I readily complied, and had a seat on the couch next to the Christmas tree in her tastefully appointed living room.

Lauren made her way to the kitchen, still visible to me from where I reclined. She grabbed a couple of glasses from a cabinet and filled them with red wine as she talked.

"Would you like to put your feet up? It might be more comfortable."

"Thank you Lauren, I'm good for now" I replied.

She began talking as she busied herself in the kitchen. "I like my privacy Seth, so I choose to live out here in the country. I have over a hundred acres, thousands of trees, wildlife, a creek, and no nosey neighbors. I can live however I please, even walking around outside naked if I want!"

Lauren made her way into the living room and handed me a glass before taking her place next to me. She curled her sexy hose covered legs under her and sat so she was facing me. Her left arm was on the back of the couch behind my head, and her left breast pressed ever so slightly against my right arm. I turned a little so I could look at her without craning my neck.

"Seth, sweetie, put your feet up here next to me" she gently instructed.

Again, as if unable to deny her gentle request, I complied and placed my legs next to hers, our calves making light contact.

"Don't you just love Christmas?" she asked.

"Yes I do. It'll be tough this year though, I won't be able to go back to Texas to spend it with my family."

"Why not? You have plenty of time off now."

"I know, but I wasn't anticipating it, so my family is taking a vacation to Europe and won't be around. I can't afford the airfare this late in the game to join up with them."

"Well, we'll make sure you're taken care of for the holidays. It's the way we do things in the Midwest" she answered before taking a sip of her wine. "So what are you going to do for the next three weeks?"

"Well, I haven't really thought about it. I guess my schedule is clear" I answered.

"I'd like you to spend some of it with me, Seth" she asked in a very soothing, shy tone.

"I'd like that too" I answered, again unable to resist her suggestion.

We sat on the couch and talked for well over an hour, discussing everything from her fragrance work, my machining background, everything really. I couldn't remember the last time I was able to just sit and talk to a woman for that long.

"Will you excuse me for a minute Seth?"

"I don't know Lauren, I'm pretty comfortable with you touching me like this" I answered.

"Sweetie, I like it too! But be a gentleman and excuse me for a little."

"Let me help you up" I answered.

"I'll be right back."

I stood, took Lauren's hand, and helped her stand. She gave me a peck on the cheek, thanked me for being a gentleman, and disappeared down a hallway. She was back a few minutes later dressed in very cozy looking flannel pajamas. She had also applied a misting of her perfume, and my nostrils were soon full of the alluring scent.

"I hope you don't mind. As much as I love being dressed up and feeling pretty, I hate sitting in a dress."

"I don't mind at all. I just wish you hadn't put on more of that perfume."

"Why?" she asked with a grin. She knew what she was doing to me.

"Because it's taking a lot of effort to not throw you down on the couch and kiss you" I confessed sheepishly.

Lauren took that opportunity to close the distance between us and pressed her full lips to mine.

Her lips lingered on mine, and her right hand came around to gently stroke my cheek.

"There. Now that that's out of the way, let's get back to our evening" she said, her hand still lovingly touching my cheek.

I smiled.

We spent the next hour and a half talking, learning about each other. It was a very pleasant time.

"Seth, it's snowing too hard for me to take you back to your car. Besides, we just finished a bottle of wine. So, you're welcome to spend the night here if you'd like." She gently kissed me again and very quietly said "But you have to know that I don't go to my back on the first date. I hope you're not disappointed."

"How could I be disappointed? I was expecting a dull, boring, lonely night but instead I spent it with a fascinating, beautiful woman. I'm thrilled!"

Lauren got off the couch and extended her hand to me. "Come."

It wasn't a question, nor was it a demand. Her voice seemed to convey that it was an offer filled with genuine desire and want.

I took her hand and rose from my spot on the couch. Lauren led me down the hall and into her bedroom. Pressing her cheek to mine she lustfully whispered in my ear "You can sleep in here with me, but be a gentleman" she said.

"Scout's honor" I replied. Any desire to get physical with this woman suddenly vanished, and I wanted nothing more than to lay in bed with her and hold her.

Lauren pulled back the covers and slid between the sheets, still in her flannel pajamas. I stripped my clothes off down to my boxers.

"I hope you don't mind Lauren, but I can't wear clothes to bed" before climbing in bed next to this alluring woman.

She responded by cuddling up to me and wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing her body tightly to mine.

"As long as you kiss me, I'll let it slide this time."

My lips were on hers in an instant. We kissed, our mouths open, our tongues dancing. And that's all we did. We kissed until Lauren said "Sleep deeply, handsome young man."

We fell asleep in each other's arms.

~~~~

Gentle kisses to my forehead and cheeks woke me. Bright December sun burst through the windows, causing me to squint as my eyes opened. I instinctively inhaled deeply as I came back to life, and once again my brain was overwhelmed by the magical scent Lauren wore. I began to feel a stirring between my legs.

"Hi" was all she said as she gazed into my eyes.

"Good morning" I replied.

Lauren closed her eyes and tenderly pressed her lips to mine, letting them linger briefly before darting her tongue into my mouth. The stirring I had felt between my legs instantly turned into a full, raging erection. I responded by pulling her closer to me, our tongues languidly playing.

Lauren separated from me slightly, breaking our kiss. "It seems you're enjoying this" she commented as her thigh pressed slightly against my erection.

"I am" I replied, and began very gently thrusting my pelvis against her, causing my cotton covered cock to rub against her flannel wrapped leg. I was very horny at this point, and had decided I was going to make love to this woman, right here and right now.

Lauren seemed to sense my decision. As I reached my left hand down toward her ass, Lauren said "No, Seth", but my hand continued it's advance toward her full, lush derriere.

"Oh baby, I want this too, but now isn't the right time" Lauren whispered, and again I was compelled to honor what she had said. My hand stopped moving toward her butt, and my engorged, rock hard cock began to deflate. What the fuck was going on? How the hell was she able to do that?

I stared into her sparkling blue eyes. They were alive with joy and excitement. "Kiss me again, Lauren?" I asked, almost childlike.

Lauren again moved close to me and kissed me deeply and lovingly, gently touching my face, scalp, and shoulders with her nails and fingertips. Miraculously, my cock did not respond to the intimacy despite it still being in contact with her leg.

"Let's have some coffee and start our day" she said before squirming from our embrace and padding off to the kitchen.

I got out of bed and threw my dress shirt on. All I had for clothes was my suit, and I wasn't going to wear it now.




Scent of a Woman



I made my way to the kitchen. Lauren was seated at the breakfast bar, typing on a lap-top. The coffee maker gurgled away on the counter as I took a seat on a stool across from Lauren.

"Just recording a few notes, hon. Coffee will be ready in a minute" she said.

"No problem. So, beautiful, what did you have in mind for today?" I asked innocently.

Lauren looked up from her computer with a look of pure joy on her face. "Well, handsome, I thought we could at least get out of here for a little while. We could head into town and pick up some things. Obviously we need to go to your place first and let you change into something more casual." Lauren's voice lowered a little and she cast her eyes toward the counter top, before saying in an embarrassed-like voice "Hon, I enjoyed your company so much last night, I would like you to come back here and spend the evening with me again."

As soon as those words left her mouth I involuntarily and shyly responded "Me too."

Lauren clicked the lap-top shut, smiled at me and rose to pour two large mugs of coffee. "Cream or sugar?" she asked.

"Black for me, please."

Lauren joined me at the counter and we sipped our coffee, chatting and laughing the entire time.

Once we had our fill of coffee, Lauren graciously excused herself to take a quick shower and slip into some winter appropriate clothes.

As my lovely mature host sauntered down the hall, she glanced over her shoulder and said "Seth, honey, be a dear and put your clothes on once I'm in the shower, then wait for me on the couch."

Again, as if under some kind of spell, I waited a few minutes before walking to Lauren's bedroom, putting on my clothes, and returning to the living room and sitting in the same place I had the night before where I waited patiently for her to return.

"Are you ready to go, hon?" she asked. Lauren was dressed in jeans and a turtle neck sweater with a Tartan plaid flannel shirt over the top. Somehow this enchanting older woman even made this casual attire appear elegant. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail that made her neck appear gracefully long, even though it was covered by the cowl of her sweater. She wore little, if any, makeup, yet she was as beautiful as she was the night before.

Of course she had also applied some more of that maddeningly delicious perfume, and my head began to spin with desire the instant it reached my olfactory nerve.

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?" she asked as she fastened a dangly earing to her left lobe.

"How do you make jeans and a flannel shirt so sexy?" I asked.

"Mmm, baby, that's so sweet of you to say. Good genetics, I guess. Would you be a dear and warm the car up for us?"

Again without thinking I made my way to the garage and started the Subaru before returning to the kitchen, where I found Lauren tapping on the keyboard once again.

"Thought of a couple of things in the shower that I needed to record before I forgot" she said before again clicking the laptop shut. "Shall we?" she asked before grabbing our coats from the closet and heading to the garage.

Lauren again sat in the passenger seat meaning it was up to me to drive.

"Baby, we'll head to the restaurant to get your car first, then I'll follow you to your place so you can change and pick up a few things" she instructed.

"That works for me, but you'll have to direct me back to the restaurant."

Lauren pressed the button on the console causing the garage door opened behind us. As I backed the car out I was surprised to see the snow had already been plowed. Lauren must have seen me raise my eyebrows because she was quick to point out that she has a crew contracted to keep her driveway clear. "It's just too long for me to try to handle on my own" she added.

As I pointed the car down the long drive, Lauren slipped her left hand into my right and held it all the way into town. Somehow, that simple act seemed to me to be extraordinarily intimate.

Lauren directed me back to the restaurant with the typical, "Take the next left" and "Right at the stop sign" commands, all the while gently and lovingly stroking her thumb against my hand.

Once we were back at my car, Lauren got out of the passenger side, gave me a peck on the lips, and said "Why don't you start your car and join me while it warms up."

As if I was on auto-pilot, I unlocked my car, started it and turned on all of the defrosters before joining Lauren in her car.

I had just closed the door when Lauren threw herself at me and began passionately kissing me. Her arms were around my neck as she crushed her torso to mine. "I've wanted to do that all morning, honey."

I flashed her a smile of unadulterated pleasure. "Me too" I managed before closing in for more of her. Again, our physical contact coupled with her perfume had my cock straining inside my boxers.

We made out like high-schoolers while my car warmed and the snow melted.

"Oh, sweetheart, I love the way you kiss me. I wish we could stay here and make out all day, but we have things to do" she confessed. Her face was still very close to mine, her eyes darted back and forth, up and down as she studied my eyes and face. Mine did the same as I drank in her subtle beauty.

I opened the door to exit her car. Again, I wanted to stay and hold her but I was compelled to get in my own car. "I'm only a few blocks from here."

"I'm right behind you!" she said.

Lauren pulled in behind me and got out of her car just as my leather soled dress shoes lost friction in the snow and I fell flat on my back in the driveway.

"Are you okay baby? Seth, honey are you alright? Oh my God, you fell so hard!" Lauren was kneeling next me in the snow, a look of true concern on her face.

"I'm alright. Really. Nothing more than a bruised ego" I quipped.

Lauren showered my face with kisses. "Oh thank goodness!" Kisses. "Thank goodness!" More kisses. "I thought for sure you would have been badly hurt!" Still more kisses. "Let me help you up and get you inside."

Once inside my meager little apartment, Lauren embraced me closely and whispered in my ear "I'm so glad you're alright. I thought for sure I'd be taking you to the E.R." Lauren dropped her arms until they were wrapped around my lower back. She squeezed, her cheek on my shoulder. I winced, and she noticed.

"Nothing more than a bruised ego my ass!" she said. "Let me take you into the bedroom so you can undress and I'll have a look at your back."

I held her hand and led her to my tiny bedroom where I stripped off my shirt so she evaluate my injury.

"Be a dear and bend over the bed Seth" she gently demanded. I unquestioningly complied. I thought I heard a raspy sigh escape from her throat. Lauren pressed her pelvis against my ass and held it there as she began pressing on the flesh of my back. I was getting hard again.

"Does it hurt here?" she would ask each time she pressed her fingers into my skin. I answered in the negative until she pressed on a spot near my upper right hip. I winced and pushed back against her. Again I thought I heard her sigh.

"Looks to be just a bruise. It's probably going to hurt for a while. Why don't you get undressed and get in the shower. The warm water might make it feel better."

Lauren left the bedroom while I undressed and turned on the shower. Despite the discomfort in my back, I was rock hard again. Lauren's hands on my flesh had turned me on like nothing I've known.

Once the water was hot I pulled back the curtain and got in. I let the spray fall on my hip, the warm water seemingly loosening up the area.

Suddenly the shower curtain was pulled back. "How we doin' in here?"

I turned to see Lauren standing just feet from me, shirt sleeves rolled up like she was ready to get to work. My cock was throbbing, hard as a rock, standing straight up in front of me. The humidity of the shower seemed to make her perfume a physical entity that enveloped my whole body. It was making me delirious.

"Did I do that?" she asked, her eyes fixed on my raging erection. A wicked smile crossed her lips as her eyes traveled back up to mine. Her eyes were on fire with desire, and the look caused my heart to race. "Now is the time, Seth honey. Let Lauren take care of this for you."

Any apprehension I may have had disappeared as soon as those words left her mouth. My arms dropped to my side. I stood like a man paralyzed, unable to move as I watched Lauren extend her delicate hand and wrap it around my achingly hard cock.

"You've wanted this since last night, haven't you baby?" she purred as her hand began to glide up and down the shaft. "You've been longing for me to touch you like this. Did I tease you too much honey?" she again purred as she increased the tempo and pressure of her stroking. "You don't mind though, do you Seth?" Lauren stopped speaking while she continued stroking me. Her eyes were fixed on mine, and at that moment I felt completely, utterly powerless to resist her.

"Trust me Seth, I'll make it all better." Again she was silent as she stroked my cock and peered into my very soul. "Here's what's going to happen Seth. I'm going to stroke your very beautiful cock until you cum." Again she paused as if waiting for the words to sink in. "You're going to have a massive, explosive cum, aren't you honey?"

I nodded. Barely.

Lauren maintained a perfect rhythm as she manipulated my penis, lustfully staring into my eyes the entire time. I was transfixed by her gaze, unable to look away even if I wanted to.

"Cum for me Seth. Be a good lover and cum" she pled.

In seconds, great ropes of semen rocketed from the end of my cock. Most of my load went straight into the air and fell harmlessly to the shower floor. But some of it ran down my cock and onto Lauren's hand. Once my cock stopped spewing, Lauren removed her hand and licked my cum off of it before pulling me to her and kissing me with her sperm coated lips and tongue. I instinctively swallowed the semen Lauren had deposited in my mouth.

"You did wonderfully Seth" Lauren praised. It was hard to hear her as my ears were still ringing from the incredible orgasm I had just had. "Now, be a good lover and finish washing up. When you're done put on some casual clothes and pack a bag with a few days' worth of clothes and toiletries, please. I'll be waiting for you on your bed."

Once out of the shower, I did as Lauren had asked. Once my overnight bag was packed Lauren beckoned me to join her on the bed.

As I reclined on my side next to her she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. "Did that make you feel better honey?"

"It was incredible Lauren. I don't think I've ever had an orgasm like that before."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

We kissed again for a few minutes when Lauren detected my burgeoning erection. "I see you want more, don't you honey? Now is not the time though."

Again my erection deflated almost immediately. Why the fuck did this keep happening, and what was causing it? I was starting to get pissed.

We loaded my things into Lauren's car, and I drove us to the market. Lauren told me she loved to cook, and went about picking out fresh pastas, vegetables, cheeses, and meats. Lauren asked me to go pick out several bottles of wine, and to be sure to include whites and reds. "Get a bottle of scotch for yourself, too" she shouted as I walked away.

We returned to her home, unloaded the car and put things away in her kitchen. It was getting late when we both realized we hadn't eaten lunch. Lauren got started cooking while I sat at the counter and chatted with her, both of us sipping a delightfully crisp white wine. Again I found myself struck by how easy it was to talk to her, and how much I enjoyed just being with her. Of course, I still wanted to bed her. But at this point it wasn't the driving force. I was content to just spend time with this wonderful woman.

We had a delightful dinner of fettuccine alfredo with fresh vegetables and chicken. After dinner we again sat on the couch, this time a little more intimately. I was sitting in the same place, but Lauren sat next to my legs and reclined back on my lap, resting her head on the arm of the couch so she was looking up into my face. We held hands and gently touched each other. The only light was her Christmas tree.

"Seth?" Lauren quietly asked breaking the silence. "You do realize I'm old enough to be your mom, right?"

I paused, letting brain process the question, trying to figure out where she was going with it. "I suppose you are, but it never crossed my mind until you mentioned it."

There was a pregnant pause until she asked "Are you spending time with me just so you won't be alone?"

"Lauren," I replied, not having to even try to be sincere. "I am here because I enjoy being with an intelligent, witty woman. And it doesn't hurt that I find you to be irresistibly attractive."

My words caused Lauren's face to simply glow. "I like being with you too. I think we are developing a very nice relationship."

Lauren then put her arms around my neck and pulled me close for a deep, loving kiss.

"Come, it's time for bed" she said as she sat up and swung her legs off the couch. I followed her down the hall to her room. I excused myself to use the bathroom. When I returned, Lauren was already in bed with the covers pulled up around her neck.

"I know how much you love my perfume so I put some on. You don't mind" she said very matter of factly. She didn't even have to tell me. The exotic aroma was evident as soon as I entered the bedroom. "Why don't you take you boxers off before you get in bed" she suggested. My hands instantly went to the waistband of my shorts and slid them down my legs. I slid between the sheets trying not to allow any cold air in.

Lauren lifted her head slightly and I slipped my right arm under her so her head rested on my bicep. She moved closer to me when I felt the hard peaks of her nipples press into my chest. My eyes went wide with surprise.

"You like?" she asked.

"Oh Lauren, they feel wonderful pressed against me."

Lauren's right hand glided down my side until it found cock. Her fingers quickly wrapped around it's girth.

"This guy says my breasts feel good too" she said as her dainty fist began reciprocating on my cock.

Lauren kissed me with her tongue as she very slowly fisted my manhood.

She broke our kiss momentarily. Gazing into my eyes she said "I noticed you have a lot of hair down there. We'll do something about that tomorrow."

"Of course" I replied.

As we returned to our kiss, my mind raced. What did I just agree to? "Of course"? Really? I have never trimmed my pubic hair!

My internal self-scolding was interrupted when I heard Lauren say "I want you to make love to my breasts and nipples while I stroke your cock."

I didn't have to be told twice and was instantly licking and sucking her tit flesh and nipples. Lauren rolled slightly to her back to give me better access to her ample bosom. I was in heaven. Lauren continued to tug my cock while I lavished attention on her wonderful breasts.

While mouthing Lauren's incredible orbs, I moved my left hand down her side and toward her sex. I wanted to touch her so bad, to feel her moistness and to bring her the same pleasure she was bringing my cock.

"I can cum just from having my tits worshipped. You don't need to touch anything else."

Instantly my desire to touch her pussy was gone. This was getting unnerving.

I continued to make oral love to her breasts, alternating from one to the other and from smooth delicate flesh to her hard rubbery nipples.

"Fuck baby! That feels so good! Suck on one nipple and roll the other" she insisted. Her wish was my command so I sucked her left nipple while I rolled the right between my thumb and fore finger. "That's it baby! Ohhh YEEESSSS! Your mouth is so good! You're making me cum Seth! Cum with me!" Even though I didn't think I was close to my orgasm, when Lauren screamed "I'M CUMMMING!" my cock exploded in her hand. Thick jets of my white hot cum splattered on her belly and thighs.

"Ohhh baby! That was perfect! You did me so good!" she exclaimed as she rolled on top of me and forced my legs apart, trapping my still hard cock between our abdomens and smearing my daddy juice between us. Lauren attacked my mouth with hers as she gently thrust her pelvis against mine. It was a new sensation for me, and I was enjoying it.

"Play with my ass cheeks and suck on my nipples baby!"

Both of my hands were instantly on her ass. It was then I realized she was wearing satiny boy shorts. My mouth consumed her thick, long nipples as I squeezed and played with her voluptuous ass.

"Oh my God! This feels so fucking good! It's been so long since I've felt like this! You made me cum so good baby! You'll do me like this again!"

"Oh Lauren, of course I will! That was the most incredible sex I've had. I have never had a woman cum just from having her breasts sucked."

"I'm special that way honey. I can't wait for you to learn all of my special secrets!"

Lauren was still thrusting into my pelvis, my cum lubricating my cock as it slipped between our torsos. "What other secrets do you have?" I asked.

"You'll find out in time, baby. Now it's time for us to have a deep, restful sleep."

Lauren extricated herself from between my legs and snuggled up to me. We held each other closely and drifted off to a peaceful rest.

~~~~

The following day, Lauren followed up on her desire to groom my pelvic region more to her liking. She started with a small battery powered hair clipper and removed a majority of the wiry black hair that surrounded my cock. She then coated my cock and scrotum with a thick gel that smelled exactly like her perfume. I felt myself losing control of my inhibitions and my cock stiffen at her touch.

"Spread your legs for me honey" Lauren gently instructed. Without a thought I instantly spread my legs as far as they would go. "Pull your knees up toward your chest for me baby" was her next request which was also honored without delay. Lauren then spread more of the gel in the crack of my ass. When her fingers brushed against my hole my cock twitched and strained. "You like it when I touch you there" she stated. "Have you been touched there before?" she asked.

"Unh-unh" I managed to croak through my suddenly dry mouth.

Lauren continued to rub my against my sphincter with two fingers all the while gazing on me with a look of wicked amusement.

"You'll need to hold really still for this next part honey." With a ladies razor in her right hand, she began the task of removing the hair from my balls and the crack of my ass. When my shearing was complete, Lauren wiped my privates down with a towel and applied a warm, white cream to all of my exposed parts. "This will prevent all of that nasty hair from coming back" she said as she continued to massage my genitals.

"Would you like me to take care of this?" Lauren asked, her hand now pistoning up and down my achingly hard shaft.

"Yes" I answered.

"Oh baby, you can do better than that! Tell me what you want me to do."

"I want you to suck my cock Lauren. I want to cum in your mouth" I answered.

"That's not going to happen now honey" she replied, and the thought of her blowing me instantly vanished.

SON OF A BITCH! It happened AGAIN! How was she able to do this to me?

"You want me to stroke your cock and massage your asshole until you cum" she instructed.

"I want you to stroke my cock and massage my asshole until I cum" I parroted.

Was she a fucking Jedi? How in the name of all that is good and holy did she make me say that to her!?

"I thought you'd like that" she said and proceeded to masturbate me until cum erupted from my cock and landed with successive splats on my chest and belly.

"There, there. Now that you feel all better, hop in the shower and clean yourself up. Inspect my handiwork in the mirror and let me know what you think. I'll be in the kitchen."




Scent of a Woman



Lauren gave me a gentle kiss on the lips and left. I dutifully showered and dried off. As I looked at my manscaped genitalia I was stunned at how much more attractive my crotch was without all of the hair. When I slipped into my boxers, by balls seemed to be more free, and I loved the way they felt. Whether or not I actually wanted this done to me, I can honestly say I'm glad Lauren did it.

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Lauren and I were inseparable after that. We did everything together. We went for walks in the snowy woods, drove to town at night and took walking tours of the neighborhoods looking at Christmas lights. On Lauren's suggestion, we even went to the mall to get each other Christmas presents. "It's not really Christmas if there aren't presents to open" she had said. Her child-like enthusiasm for the holiday was endearing. Even if I had thought it to be a silly idea, I couldn't have resisted the suggestion. I never could.

We grew very close during this time. As much as I did not want to admit it I was falling in love with her. Shit, why deny it? I was in love with her and I knew it. To top it off, for the first time in my life, I knew I wasn't just in love with her pussy, or 'in love' with the sex, because we hadn't had sex yet. Basically, we had just had some foreplay that resulted in orgasms. It wasn't about sex, it was about Lauren and my desire to be with her.

~~~~

Christmas day finally arrived. Lauren and I had spent the last seven days glued to each other's sides. Since it was just the two of us with no place to go, we spent pretty much the entire day in bed naked (well, I was naked, Lauren wore her sexy red satin boy short panties) kissing and gently touching each other. We napped every now and then too, always in the other's arms.

When we woke again, we noticed it was dark. We had spent the entire day in bed loving each other completely. It had been a wonderful day.

"I have an idea Seth. Why don't you start a fire in the living room. I'll grab a nice quilt or two, a couple of fingers of scotch for each of us, and we'll pick up where we left off. What do you say?"

I kissed the tip of her nose and said "That, my dear Lauren, is a great idea"

"Oh, and there's no need to get dressed" she added. This made us both smile.

Soon enough I had a roaring fire going and Lauren and I made ourselves comfortable between two luxurious quilts.

"I think this may be the best Christmas I have ever had" Lauren said as she pressed her near naked form against me.

I produced a small gift from under the covers and handed it to Lauren. "Merry Christmas sweetheart" I said before kissing her lips.

Lauren was beaming as she unwrapped the small box. It was a gold ring with a diamond set deep in the metal. When I saw it at the store I realized it matched her earrings and necklace perfectly, and that I had to get it for her.

"Seth! Seth! This isn't..."

"No, no. It's not. When I saw it I couldn't believe..."

Lauren interrupted "How perfectly it matches my earrings and necklace!"

"Yeah!" I said.

"Oh my God! This is fucking beautiful! But I can't let you spend that kind of money on me! Jesus Seth, it had to cost a fortune!"

"It's Christmas, and it's a gift for the woman I love. So just accept it and wear it!" I said excitedly.

In a flash Lauren was on top of me, smothering my face with passionate urgent kisses. "Do you really mean it?"

"Of course. You will be beautiful wearing it."

Lauren stopped kissing me and pinned my arms to the floor next to my head. Her eyes were burning with an intensity I had not witnessed before. "You better not be toying with me baby!"

"What? I don't understand!"

"You just said I was the woman you love. Did you mean it, or are you fucking with me?"

I was silent for what seemed like a very long time replaying that sentence in my head. Yep, I really had said it. Spontaneously. Heartfelt. Honest.

"I meant it" I replied.

"Then tell me. Tell me with conviction." Great drops of tears dripped from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. "Tell me" she whispered.

"I love you Lauren Morse."

"Oh Seth! Oh baby! I love you too! Oh my God! Oh Seth baby, you are gonna get so fucking lucky!"

Lauren ducked under the covers and slurped my cock into her mouth. She sucked, she licked, she stroked, she blew me with an intensity I cannot describe.

"I love your cock baby. I absolutely love your cock. I need to feel this inside of me right now!"

Lauren removed her boy shorts while still under the covers. Without a word, Lauren squatted over my groin, grabbed my slick, hard cock and lowered herself onto me. Without a doubt this woman had the tightest pussy I had ever been in.

My hands went straight to her full firm breasts. I palmed the fleshy mounds while my thumbs flicked across her erect nipples.

"OOHHHH! FUCK! THAT FELLS SO FUCKING GOOD!" she screamed and started bouncing up and down on my spear, her palms pressed to my chest for balance. "YES! Play with my tits while I fuck you!"

I was more than happy to oblige her.

"I've wanted this all week Seth. Oh fuck me! Fuck my ass good!"

Her ass? Why was she letting me ass fuck her?

'Oh my God! Oh Seth! Fuck me! I love you Seth! I love you baby! Oh my God you're making me cum!"

"I love you too Lauren! Your ass is so tight!"

Lauren, still squatting, continued to bounce up and down on my cock, her hands on my chest and ass on my cock were the only parts of our bodies that touched. Lauren wailed and moaned the entire time she rode me.

"I'm there baby! Cum with me Seth!"

And again, as if on demand, my cock exploded just as Lauren screamed "I'M CUMMMI-I-INGG!" My cum splattered inside of Lauren, coating her insides with my virile seed.

That was when I felt something on my chest and belly.

Lauren's orgasm began to wane. She dropped to her knees, keeping my still hard cock inside of her, and lowered herself to me. Her breasts pressed firmly against my chest as she forced her tongue into my eager mouth. She rocked her hips against me causing my cock to slide in and out of her tight passage, and her cock to glide effortlessly between our stomachs, lubricated by her thick, white cum.

"Merry Christmas Seth honey" she whispered in my ear, still rocking against my penis which remained surprisingly hard in her clutching tunnel.

Lauren slowly removed the quilt that was covering us. The blaze in the fireplace had made the living room very warm. As Lauren sat up I could see that her body was covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, and strands of her hair were stuck to her sweaty face.

"That was better than I ever thought it could be" she said. Lauren continued to roll her hips, which kept me agonizingly hard.

My eyes wandered down her body, past her perfect breasts which shined with the evidence of our exertion, past her flat belly that was slick with her smeared semen, and down to the appendage jutting out from her hairless crotch and the two balls squishing out from either side of her cock.

"I told you that you'd learn about more of my womanly surprises, remember?"

I could only stare at Lauren's still hard cock, a strand of her cum extending from the tip to my belly.

"Mmmm, I think Seth loves his girlfriend's cock" she cooed.

As I stared at her glistening erection, I was beginning to agree with her. As much as I was expecting Lauren to have a dripping wet pussy, I had to admit that her cock looked perfect on her. As she continued to work my pole in and out of her tight rectum, her cock twitched and jerked, dribbling a little bit of her syrup every time she bottomed out on me.

"What makes you think that?" I asked, finally managing to break my eyes free from the hypnotizing vision of her cock and looking into her captivating eyes.

Lauren lowered herself to me again, pressing her body to mine and delivering a crushingly passionate kiss. The continuous motion of her hips stopped while we kissed, but my hips began to move. Operating completely on instinct, I began working my cock in and out of my lover's pulsing passage.

Lauren separated from our kiss, placed her hands on my cheeks, and emotionally whispered "Because you want to make love to me now."

She was right.

I placed a hand on each of her lush ass cheeks and began to slowly, deeply push my very hard cock into her now sloppy, well lubricated ass. Lauren's arms were around my neck now, and she placed her lips to mine. Our tongues swirled and caressed against the other's, never separating the entire time we made love.

Moans and sighs escaped from each of us as we surrendered our bodies to the unspeakable pleasure we were sharing.

As Lauren approached another orgasm, her moaning into my mouth became more intense, her breathing became shallow, and her hips began pushing back against my member. Her cock slid between our bodies, further stimulating her and hastening her approaching release.

Lauren's bucking became more fervent and she was now nearly panting into my mouth, but she never stopped kissing me. She then squeezed my neck as tight as she could, and slammed her ass down on my cock each time her own cock let loose with another pulse of her ejaculate. And every time her cock pulsed, her sphincter tightened around the base of my veiny spear.

The squeezing of her ass, her swirling tongue against mine, the meaty flesh in my hands, and knowing I had just made this gorgeous woman cum again sent me over the edge and I emptied myself into her, volley after volley, for the second time.

I was surprised it took as long as it did, but my cock began to lose its turgidity and slipped from Lauren's backside. Lauren quickly repositioned herself, urging my legs apart. She lay on top of me in a missionary position, our slimy cocks to rubbing together as her pelvis thrust against mine, as if she were fucking me. Lauren stopped kissing me long enough to say "Play with it" before again probing my mouth. I dipped my right hand into the crevasse of her ass and probed her slippery gaping hole with my fingers, eliciting a throaty growl from her.

I have no more recollection of the rest of the night. I was exhausted and fell asleep. When I woke the next morning, Lauren was pressed tightly to me, our legs intertwined and our crotches pressed tightly together with a quilt over us. My sense of smell was immediately overwhelmed by her intoxicating scent.

Lauren's eyes opened and focused on mine which were peering lovingly on the features of her flawless face.

"Hi" she whispered.

"Hi" I whispered back, my left hand reaching up to gently move several strands of her locks from her face. She pressed herself even more tightly to me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close.

I'll admit that at this point I was a little confused. I was head over heels in love with this beautiful creature in my arms.

But she had a cock.

I wanted nothing more than to spend every waking minute with her.

But she had a cock.

The lovemaking we had shared last night was beyond human description.

But she had a cock.

I was finally able to not think about it, closed my eyes, and drifted back to sleep.

When consciousness came to me again, I was alone under the quilt. Lauren had showered and dressed and was sitting at the counter sipping coffee as she tapped away on her laptop.

"Gonna sleep all day?" she asked, an obvious smile in her voice. Lauren rose from her stool and walked toward me. She was wearing very tight black leggings or stockings under a red skirt that came to about mid-thigh and a grey crew neck sweater over a red mock turtle neck. Her thick blonde mane was again pulled back into a pony tail. If I didn't know the truth about her, she could easily have been a twenty-something college co-ed.

"You wore me out, woman" I answered as I rolled to my back. Lauren pulled the quilt from over me before straddling my hips and pressing her torso to mine. The silky hosiery covering her legs caressed my thighs as she settled in on top of me.

She placed her glossy lips to mine for a lingering, soulful kiss. "I have never experienced anything as beautiful as what we shared last night."

"You are a very special woman" I replied.

"I'm glad you feel that way Seth. I do love you."

I closed my eyes and kissed her full lips. "I love you too Lauren."

We hugged there for a few minutes as I breathed in her magical scent.

"Well, I could do this all day, but we have an adventure to start mister. Let's go! Get in the shower, get dressed, and wear sensible shoes!"

I diligently did as she had asked, had a cup of coffee, and out the door we went.

I drove, and again Lauren gave me turn by turn directions until we pulled into the parking lot that was the post-Christmas zoo of the area's largest mall.

I was mortified.

"Let's go Seth! Time's a wastin'!" she cried as I put the car in park. "There are deals to be had!"

Lauren hooked her arm in mine and we began our dangerous trek through the parking lot and into the sea of oblivious bargain hunters.

As we walked, I glanced down and noticed Lauren was wearing the ring I had given her on her left ring finger. My eyes quickly darted up and to the right. Lauren was staring at me, a look on her face that combined apprehension and adoration. When I smiled and kissed her, her eyes glassed over and her countenance changed to one of total acceptance. She held my arm even tighter and leaned her head on my shoulder.

Our time in the mall combat zone was uneventful other than the frustration I felt because I don't do crowds well, much less stupid, heads-up-their-asses crowds.

Once back at her house, we worked together in the kitchen cooking supper and cleaning up.

We retired to the bedroom. Lauren donned her flannel pajamas and handed me a wrapped package. "We got so busy yesterday that I never gave you your gift." Lauren knelt on the bed as she waited for me. "Go ahead, open it!"

I undid the ribbons on the box and tore off the paper. Lauren's hands covered her mouth and nose as she watched, seemingly concerned about how I would react to what was inside.

When I took the cover off of the box, I found a pair of flannel pajamas that matched hers exactly. I laughed uproariously.

"You like?" she asked.

"I do!" I answered between chuckles. "Their perfect!"

"Put 'em on for me" she requested. I stripped down and adorned myself with the soft cotton garments. "I bought those today. Your real present is still in the box."

Her hands were back to her face. Taped to the inside of the larger box was a smaller ring box. I looked at Lauren as I retrieved it, she appeared to be on the verge of tears.

I opened the ring box to discover a very plain gold band. It looked like a wedding ring.

"It's not a wedding ring. Well, at least it wasn't supposed to be. I don't know what it is now. I really did get this the day we went shopping for presents. Something inside of me kept telling me that I needed to get this for you." There were tears streaking down her cheeks.

"It's beautiful" I said as I slipped the dense metal ring over the ring finger of my right hand. "But why are you crying?"

"I was afraid you would think I was being to forward, that I was rushing into something. And that's not the case at all! Even before we made love I realized I enjoyed being with you so much that I wanted to give you something to remember it by. To remember me."

I soothed her concerns by taking her in my arms and kissing the tears from her cheeks. We fell onto the bed still holding each other. I pulled the covers over us and held her close, gently dragging my fingertips over her body.

~~~~

We spent the next few days together doing things with Lauren I never dreamed I would do.

We went to antique stores.

We ate at exotic restaurants.

We took down Christmas decorations.

We went to the movies.

Everything Lauren suggested we do, I willingly did. Whatever it was I couldn't seem to deny her anything. I thought I might be going insane.

On the day before New Year's Eve day, the telephone at Lauren's home rang for the first time in nearly two weeks.

"Hello!" Lauren chimed into the receiver.

"Good morning Mr. Currell"

"Thank you Brian."

"That won't be a problem at all. I can meet you in thirty minutes."

"See you then."

"What did Mr. Currell want?" I asked.

"There are a couple of minor issues with paperwork regarding the CNC installation contractors. Brian wants it cleaned up before the end of the year so he asked me to come in and help him take care of it today."

"Do you want me to come with?"

"No, just stay here and make yourself at home. If you want you could start something for dinner" she answered.

"OK. Well, drive safe and I'll see you in a little while."

"According to the boss, I'll be home by 5:00." And out the door she went.

I spent some time watching TV, surfing the web, and playing with the ring on my finger. I went in the kitchen to pour myself a drink. I must have bumped the mouse because the screen on Lauren's laptop came to life, displaying an Excel spreadsheet.

I sat at the counter with my scotch and took a look at the screen. It seemed to be some type of research log as best as I could figure. There were notes that referred to "subject" and words like "compliant" and "willing". As I read more and tried to digest the complex charting, I came to the horrifying realization that I was reading research results for Morse 17.21 Alpha, and I was 'subject'! Lauren's perfume was some type of concoction that used pheromones and other compounds to control a man through his sense of smell! No WONDER I couldn't resist Laurens suggestions. It wasn't that I was willingly submitting, it was that I was completely unable to resist! Now things made sense! Now I understood why my desire for her would change as soon as she suggested it should!

I was nothing more than a Guinea pig. A fucking lab rat!

Looking closer at the data, I could see she was also tracking my responsiveness to different means of control. Lauren had labeled these as 'Asks', 'Harsh Tells', and 'Gentle Tells'. Apparently, I responded best to 'Gentle Tells' and worst to 'Harsh Tells'. Thinking back to our very first encounter, Lauren had at first told me to take her home, then asked me to take her home, before gently suggesting I take her home. The records in her spreadsheet indicated that she quickly suspended 'Harsh Tells' and soon thereafter quit using 'Asks' too.

I was stunned. How could she do this to me? How could she use me like this and still tell me she loved me? I began to think it might all be a lie.

I got up from the counter, poured another scotch, and tried to decide what I was going to do now. Despite what I had just learned, I was confident my feelings for Lauren were real. I decided I wouldn't make a scene right away. I would let nature take its course and see where things went.

Lauren returned right when she said she would.

"Did you start dinner honey?" she asked.

"No, I wanted to wait until you were home so we could do it together."

"That's so sweet of you" she said as she hugged me a kissed me. Again, I was taken by her perfume and felt myself falling under her spell. "Hi."

"Hi" I answered.

We worked side by side preparing dinner and sipping wine. I really did enjoy this part of our being together. But now there were doubts.

After dinner I lit a fire, and the two of us spooned on the couch basking in the warmth.

"Did you miss me?" Lauren asked.

"I did. I hadn't realized how much I treasured being with you until you weren't here."

"So what did you do while I was gone?"

"Watched some football on TV. Surfed the web. Had a couple of cocktails. Took a nap. You know, boring stuff."

"I hope you're not bored now."

"Not at all."

"Seth, I want you to play with my tits and make me cum"




Scent of a Woman



"Odd" I thought to myself. "That sounded like a 'Harsh Tell'".

Regardless, I found myself cupping her firm globes and strumming her nipples through her blouse and bra as she ground her ass against my growing erection.

Apparently 'Harsh Tells' have started to work now. Damn it!

I nipped and tongued her ear as I continued to manipulate her majestic mammaries.

Lauren released a deep, guttural moan as my tongue probed deep into her ear. "OOHhhh! Fuck! No one has ever done that to me! That's so hot! Don't stop!"

I continued to maul Lauren's tits and perform oral on her ear. She continued to buck her hips against mine. She was getting very worked up and I could tell by her breathing that she was very close to shooting a load in her panties.

"I'm going to cum Seth. You're making me cum! Cum with me honey! OH! OH! FUCK! I'm CUUUMMMMINGGGG!" she wailed.

And for the first time since we met, I didn't cum on her command.

I tried to process this development: 'Harsh Tells' now work, and 'Gentle Tells' don't. What.The.Fuck?

"Did you cum too baby?" Lauren asked.

"I'm sorry Lauren" I said remorsefully.

"No need to apologize baby! I'll take care of you!"

Lauren reached behind her, deftly undid my jeans with one hand, snuck her delicate hand inside my boxers, and proceeded to jerk me off.

I must have been close because I was cumming in a matter of seconds.

"That's it honey! Cum all over my hand! I love it!"

Lauren quickly turned and faced me, kissing me deeply as soon as she could.

"Nothing like a good cum to make you forget about your problems, is there?" Lauren's tongue was in my mouth before I could answer.

Her fingertips were now lightly stroking my cheeks as she pulled away slightly. Her face was radiant and her eyes expressed the depth of love she was feeling for me. "Let's shower together baby" she suggested.

I was quick to follow her to the master bath.

So now 'Gentle Tells' were working again. Shit!

We playfully stripped, and I went to join Lauren in the shower. As I pulled the shower curtain back I froze. I realized that up until that very moment, I had never actually seen Lauren completely naked.

She was stunning.

She was a goddess.

She was hard.

I stepped into the shower under the cascading warm liquid. Lauren was on me immediately, pressing herself to me like she never had. I could feel her erection sliding next to mine as Lauren slowly pumped herself against me and probed my mouth.

We kissed under the water for a long while. Lauren grabbed a bottle of body wash from the corner shelf and squirted some on her hand. She handed me the bottle and I did the same.

Lauren redirected the shower head toward the wall and we began slathering each other with the slippery soap. Her skin was so soft and delicate to the touch. I was mesmerized by her body. I washed her back, her butt, her breasts; my hands never leaving her. Lauren was doing the same to me.

Her left hand dropped from my shoulder and slid between us, descending to grasp my fleshy root. Our eyes met as she washed my cock and balls.

Her right arm around my neck and left hand massaging my manhood Lauren, sounding breathlessly desperate, said "I want you to touch me. I need to feel you touch me."

As if controlled by something other than my brain, my left hand extended to grasp her incredibly erect penis. As my fingers closed around its circumference, Lauren released a staccato sigh of relief and pleasure. We kissed as we stroked each other, each inching the other to another orgasm.

"I'm surprised you're hard again sweetheart" I whispered to her.

"I am too! You have me so fucking hot I can't stand it!" she replied.

Lauren's talented hand and innovative hand job skills had me on the precipice, and I told her so.

Lauren dropped to her knees and engulfed my cock in her hot sucking mouth while sliding a finger into my asshole.

I exploded in her mouth, and she gulped down my cum. Removing her finger from my ass and releasing my cock, Lauren stood and placed my hand back on her cock. I began stroking her in earnest, I was almost desperate to make her cum. Part of me wanted to kneel down and suck her perfectly feminine probe, but I could not bring myself to do it.

"Baby, finish me! Finish me the same way I finished you!"

To my knees I went. For the first time in my life I had a close up of a cock. Laurens was spectacular. Completely hairless, gently curved, with a large, well defined mushroom head. I put her cock in my mouth and a soapy thumb in her ass.

I tried to emulate what Lauren had done, seeing as how this whole cock-sucking thing was new to me.

"Press you tongue against the bottom" she said.

"Suck your cheeks in. There you go. You're doing it baby! You're making me cum!"

Suddenly my mouth was filled with her viscous white honey. I swallowed every single drop, and loved it.

Lauren withdrew from my mouth and with her hands on my cheeks directed me to stand. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. Rubbing her tits and cock against my body.

"That was so fucking good baby! Thank you thank you thank you!" Her mouth was back on mine.

I redirected the shower head over the two of us, rinsing the sudsy body wash from our forms.

We dried off, donned our jammies, and climbed into bed, tightly pressed together like we did every night.

Lauren stroked my cheek with her left hand as he looked lovingly into my eyes. I pulled away a little to see she was still wearing her present on her left hand. Looking back to her I again saw a concerned look on her face. My smile told her I was OK with it and she smiled in return.

~~~~

"Rise and shine baby! We have party prep to do!" Lauren exclaimed.

"Party prep? We're having a party?" I asked as I got out of bed and followed her voice and scent to the kitchen.

"Of course, silly! It's New Year's Eve! We HAVE to have a party! With Champagne and noise makers. Appetizers! Cocktails! And after midnight, everybody has wild passionate kinky sex! It's tradition!" Lauren shouted, enjoying the release.

"Who's all coming?" I asked.

Lauren spun, flung herself into my arms and kissed me. Looking directly into my eyes she whispered "Just us" before kissing me again.

We spent the day preparing for our "party". We vacuumed, did laundry, changed the sheets on the bed, mopped floors, everything you would typically do when expecting guests.

Lauren made a game of it and the time went really quickly. Of course, she was wearing her damn perfume again and I did everything she asked me to do. As much as I loved it, I was beginning to loathe it.

We had hamburgers and French fries for supper, washed down with a couple of bottles of really good IPA.

After dinner we made out on the couch for a little while before Lauren suggested I get ready for our party.

She told me to take a shower first. "There's an enema bag hanging on the shower head. Make sure you're completely clean, okay honey?"

"Okay" I answered cheerfully.

"I'll lay the clothes I want you to wear on the bed while you shower."

I walked down the hall, undressed, and hopped in the shower. It took me a few minutes to figure out how to use the enema bag, but eventually I was able to insert the nozzle and release the warm liquid into me. The sensation was strange, but not entirely unpleasant. I removed the nozzle, emptied myself of the contents, and repeated the process. After all, Lauren wanted me completely clean.

When I had finished showering and drying off, I went back to the bedroom to put on the outfit Lauren wanted me to wear, but there was nothing there. I walked out of the bedroom saying "Honey? I think you..."

What rested before my eyes made me stop in my tracks.

Lauren was reclining on a queen sized air mattress which was covered with expensive looking dark blue satin sheets. Lauren was wearing a dark blue garter belt that held up very rich looking dark blue stockings. Lauren had her head propped up one arm, her hair falling on her neck and shoulders while she lazily played with one of her nipples with her free hand. She must have had her cock tucked between her legs as there was no sign of it. The air was lightly filled with the scent of her perfume.

"Hi" she said.

"Hi" I replied as I moved toward this exotic woman. I was at full staff before I lay down next to her. "You're gorgeous" I breathed in awe.

Lauren just smiled and pressed herself against me. We did nothing but kiss for hours.

"I want to touch you" Lauren finally said at about ten o'clock. I rolled to my left just a little to allow her access to my leaking cock. "Looks like someone is turned on" she whispered.

Lauren smeared my copious pre-cum all over the head of my cock and twisted her fist on the head. Not once did her eyes leave mine.

She twisted her hand, pumped her fist, and scraped her manicured nails all over my erection for almost an hour and a half. Every time she sensed I was about to cum she would stop her ministrations and wait for me to recover. I was desperate to cum.

She then stood, releasing her cock from between her legs. It was very hard, almost pulsing, and shiny with her own pre-cum.

"I need you Seth. I need you. Are you ready for me?"

"I want you so bad Lauren. I'm ready."

Lauren straddled my hips and lowered herself. She sat on me with my cock in the crack of her ass. She rolled her hips to and fro, allowing my cock to slide against her. Bending at the waist she pressed her glorious breasts to my chest and ravished my mouth with hers. I could feel her cock pressed between our bodies, oozing fluid in anticipation.

Lauren lifted her left leg first, wedging her knee between my legs. She did the same with her right, forcing my legs further apart. She was on top of me in a missionary position sliding her cock against mine.

It was at that point I realized I was going to be on the receiving end of our lovemaking. I must have had a sudden look of apprehension on my face as Lauren soothingly said "Relax baby. Relax. Let me make you feel good."

From under one of the pillows Lauren produced a tube of Astro-Glide. She squeezed a generous dollop onto her fingers before gently applying it to my ass. It felt cool, and slippery, and the pressure Lauren placed on my asshole was very stimulating.

Lauren slipped an arm under each of my legs, lifting them and spreading them until I was completely exposed.

I felt the spongy head of Lauren's cock make contact with my lubricated pucker. Our eyes were locked in a passionate gaze as Lauren began to slowly push forward. I felt the head of her beautiful cock wedging through my sphincter. The entire time Lauren eased into me, she soothed my fear with her words. "Relax baby. I won't hurt you. When I'm in you'll feel sensations and emotions you never knew existed. There, there. Am I hurting you?"

"No" was all I could say.

Soon Lauren's cockhead was inside of me, and the rest of her tool soon followed. I felt her tight scrotum make contact with my perineum and I knew she was all the way in.

Lauren released my legs which I promptly wrapped around her back, hooking my ankles. Her eyes were afire as she searched my eyes for an unspoken response. As I grew accustomed to her cock inside of me, she saw what she was looking for -- she saw pleasure.

"You are so tight baby. God you feel good around my cock."

"I can't believe how good you feel inside of me. It's incredible" I gasped.

"I'm going to make love to you now sweetie" she warned before beginning to pull her cock out. When just the head remained inside she slowly reversed direction, pushing her meat inside of me. She continued her slow, deep penetrations until she could see I was totally comfortable. Lauren then increased her pace slightly, but it was still slow lovemaking.

I held a breast in each hand, flicking my thumbs over her erect nipples. Our eyes never broke contact. Her thick blonde hair now fell to either side of her face as it swayed back and forth due to her pumping.

"I'm not going to last much longer baby. I'm going to come inside of you very soon!"

Her words were having an effect on me. I could feel my cock straining to release. I had never been so hard or in such urgent need to cum in all of my life.

"You feel so good inside of me sweetheart. I can't hold back any longer. I need to cum. I need you to come with me. Cum with me Lauren!" I urged just as my cock transformed into a cum squirting fire hose. I released the largest load of semen ever! I sprayed cum everywhere. I had cum on my chest, forearms, and on Laurens tits.

Midway through my massive orgasm, Lauren began hammering into me. "I'm cumming inside you baby! I'm cumming!" And cum she did. Stream after stream of her girl cum splashed against the walls of my rectum. "Oh my God! Oh my God! FUCK!" she cried as she emptied her essence inside of me.

Lauren collapsed on top of me, her hips involuntarily bucking into me as she covered my face in a kissing frenzy. My cum smeared between our bodies as she writhed in passion on top of me.

As we both caught our breath from the powerful orgasms we just enjoyed, Lauren's stiff member began to lose its rigidity and slowly slipped out from the confines of my rectum. I felt her deposit begin to trickle from me. I tried as hard as I could to squeeze my sphincter closed to keep her inside of me as long as I could.

"I love you Seth baby! God I love you so much! Love you so much!" she whispered in my ear as she rubbed her smooth cheek to mine.

"I love you Lauren. That was so good! I can't believe how much I enjoyed it! I love you!"

Deep inside, I was in terrible turmoil.

I knew I loved Lauren, but was that love based on false pretenses? Was I in love with her only because of her damned experiment? Did I love her for who she was? I was lost! Her notes said I didn't respond to 'Harsh Tells' yet today I did. I didn't "cum on demand" like I had before either. I was really fucked up now.

I let Lauren fall asleep on top of me and rolled her to her side and cuddled her a little later. I had decided that I would leave before she woke up and go back to my apartment so I could sort through things.

And that's what I did.

I never stopped to think about the panic it would cause her in the morning. It never occurred to me that I didn't have my own car. I was being selfish, and I proved it with my actions.

I sat in total darkness for more than four hours contemplating what had happened over the two previous weeks and trying to assemble a mental timeline of all of the events surrounding Lauren's experiment.

Them my phone rang. It was Lauren.

"Hello?"

"Thank God Seth. I was worried sick about you. You weren't next to me when I woke up, and I couldn't find you anywhere. Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, physically anyway. Just mixed up. And hurt. You know, inside."

We were both quiet for a long time.

"You have every reason to be mixed up Seth, but we can work it out."

"I read your notes, Lauren. I read all about "Morse formula 44D or whatever the fuck it is" I said, my voice thick with vitriol.

"I know you did" she said calmly.

"How could you possibly fucking know I read your God damn notes?" I asked with as much scorn and contempt I could muster.

"Because you didn't leave the spreadsheet at the top of the page" she answered, again very calmly.

I had no response. She did know I read it.

"Seth, I don't want to do this over the phone. Why don't you drive back over here and we can discuss this face to face?"

"Why should I come over there? Why don't you come here? Why don't we meet on a neutral field?" I railed.

"Seth, you're becoming irrational"

"Where do you get off telling me I'm being irrational?"

How she managed to remain calm was beyond me, but she did.

"Seth, I can't come to see you because you have my car."

It was hard to argue with that logic.

I took a deep breath, exhaled and said "I'll be right there."

~~~~

I parked the car in the garage and walked into Lauren's house. She met me at the door, flung her arms around my neck and said "I'm so sorry." There was obvious humility and sincerity in her apology. I decided I would hear her out.

"Come, sit" she said.

I sat on the couch the same place I always did. Lauren joined me, except at the other end of the couch, her legs tucked demurely under her exquisite butt.

"You deserve an explanation Seth."

"Well, we agree on that" I answered sarcastically.

Lauren glared at my unnecessarily harsh response.

"Seth..." she started, but I interrupted before she could even start.

"You used me! You turned me into an everyday fucking lab rat and played with my mind to test your fucking formula!"

"Se..."

"You made me do unnatural things with you!"

"Se..."

"All so you could test your PRECIOUS FUCKING FORMULA!"

"SETH! STOP! You don't have all of the information! You don't know what you're saying!" She began to sob uncontrollably.

"You..."

Sob.

"Only..."

Sob.

"Read...

Sob.

"HALF!"

Lauren was sobbing so hard her body shook

"YOU ONLY READ HALF OF THE NOTES!"

Her sobbing reached the point of being inconsolable, and I'm sure my face was as gray as ash. I had embarrassed myself. But my biggest crime was that I had deeply wounded Lauren. I waited until her crying subsided a little.

"I'm sorry, so very sorry. I..."

"When did you read my notes?"

"On the 30th."

"I stopped using the Alpha formula Christmas Eve day."

I was stunned.

"But, the smell, you... you were still using the perfume."

"I switched to the Bravo formula. It smells the same but lacks the pheromones and other compounds that suppress a man's ability to resist. Everything you did from Christmas day on you did because you wanted too. You did them because you love me!"

"I don't believe that Lauren. It has to be lingering side effects or something..."

"Seth, my research shows the formula is only effective for three or four hours. It's why I always had a fresh application on. The formula has no lingering or lasting side effects."

"But, why doesn't it affect you then?"

"Seth, baby, it's because I'm a woman. Just because I have a cock doesn't mean I'm a man."

The room suddenly became very quiet. I had overreacted because I did not have all of the information.

Worse, I had done what could have been irreparable damage to my relationship with Lauren.

It was my turn to cry. I lowered my head into my hands and wept.

I felt weight next to me on the couch and a gentle touch to my back.

"I'm so sorry Lauren. I can't imagine how deeply I've hurt you. I violated your trust, and worse, I didn't trust you. I didn't trust you enough to confront you. Please forgive me.

"I will forgive you, under one condition."

"Anything Lauren. I'll do anything" I said with the deepest sincerity.

Great tears welled up in Lauren's eyes as she prepared to loose her condition on me.

"Seth, my love, look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't fall in love with Lauren, the woman. Tell me you didn't cherish every second we shared. Tell me you didn't enjoy everything we have done together."

She waited for me to answer. As I looked into her eyes I could see her sorrow. I could see her hurt.

"Tell me Seth."

Again she waited for me to answer. In her eyes I could see the hurt and pain begin to diminish.

Her voice now at a barely audible whisper, Lauren said "Tell me."

Through my tears and a tight throat I managed to squeak out "I can't."

Lauren jumped into my lap, threw her arms around my neck and repeatedly whispered "I forgive you" between kisses.

We were both still crying. But these were now tears of overwhelming joy. I had nearly lost the love of my life to an assumption, but I now had her back. I held Lauren and stood, carrying her to the bedroom while she feverishly kissed my mouth.




Scent of a Woman



We fell on the bed began removing our clothes. Once naked we slid between the sheets. I laid on my back and willed Lauren between my legs.

I gave myself to her willingly.

As Lauren tenderly skewered me on her beautiful girl cock I knew that I would never be with anyone else. I surrendered myself to her at that moment, and she could see it in my eyes. She made slow passionate love to me that morning, and without the aid of formulas we came together.

While Lauren playfully pushed her softening cock into my cum filled ass, I took the ring she had given me off of my right ring finger and placed it on my left.

Lauren wept with joy.

~~~~

Lauren and I now live as husband and wife. Well, because we are.

Lauren's extremely costly formula is protected by multiple patents even though few chemists in the world are capable of duplicating what Lauren has created.

Jouir du Puissance has been a smashing commercial success for Lauren and, by extension, for me as well. We are both employed by her privately held corporation and work from our country home.

Of course, with the two of us working from home, we spend a lot of time in our pajamas, in bed, making out like a couple of horny kids.



Scent of a Woman



Edits by SexyGeek.

It was another rainy day in my small Swedish home town. Not the slightest sunshine, not even a little. I always go through the center when I am at school, the same way, and every day I meet the old man with the walker and the young guy with his Labrador, nothing new, always the same people. My school is very small. I know who everyone is and if someone new pops up I notice it right away. That's how small it is here where I live.

I have to wait for something new in my life to happen. I need someone to make life exciting. All the girls in my class have boyfriends except Carro who is the school nerd and has her pants up to the navel. She will probably never meet anyone. 

I know I am different, and I also know that I am gay, but my nice friends do not care, they like me anyway.

I wandered as usual to school in my worn out Converse sneakers, bag hung nearly down to the ass, tight-fitting jeans that would not snap. Once at the entrance I met Elvira who threw her arm around me and talked about her weekend. We are best friends and have known each other since we were little girls.

I knew I could tell her everything, even about the girl on the internet that I have emailed a bit with but never met. I have told Elvira that my internet friend already has a girlfriend so we just talk on a friendly level. I knew that Elvira cared about me and did not like that I met other people online. I did not think it was dangerous but she said that something might happen to me. 

After school Elvira wanted to grab a snack before she took the bus home. She lived a bit outside of town. We wandered in to Coffee & Cookies, the only cafe located in this small crappy town.

Oh, my God, there was Johanna, the girl I wrote to on the internet! I was quite sure that it was her. The thoughts swirled in my head. Should I say hello or should I ignore her? We had, after all, been talking half a year. I could not see her very well because we sat at the other end of the cafe. Elvira chattered about all the thousands of guys she wanted to date while I listened with half an ear and kept glancing over at the girl. I thought she was there with her girlfriend but I was not sure.

I kept trying to get a good look at her. She had blonde hair in a braid on one side that folded so nicely against the leather jacket, and another strand of hair was hanging on the other side of her face. Her body was slim with long legs, big tits, flat stomach and a well shaped butt. 

She laughed almost the whole time. She was much more beautiful in reality than in the small pictures on the internet. Heavens! Such bad luck that she should have a girlfriend, but looking costs nothing.

"Vilma?"

"Huh?"

"Shall we go? I have to catch the bus. What are you thinking?"

"No, nothing, I'm just daydreaming."

"Typical. Come on."

We stood up and walked towards the door and I saw that Johanna raised her head and smiled at me gently. I thought she recognized me, but I was not sure. I smiled back and then we left.

Later that evening I received a message.

"Hey, I think I saw you at the cafe today, did you see me? It was exciting to see you that way. I want to meet you someday? Johanna."

I had no idea what the heck I would respond with. Sure, I wanted to see her, but God, how scary and nerve wracking. I wrote back:

"Hello, yes you saw right. I would love to meet you. That would be fun. Vilma."

That evening we had messaged a while and decided that we would meet the next evening and look for something to do.

There was no problem with getting out of bed the next morning. I knew that Johanna had a girlfriend but I was curious to know how she is as a person. I knew I was absolutely nothing more than a friend to her, I told myself that it may never happen. 

Two hours before time to go, I stood in the closet half an hour and did not know what I would take with me. So now I had to pull myself together!

"We are just friends. We'll just talk and get to know each other." I told myself. I decided to take my black jeans and my purple shirt with my Converse sneakers. It would have to do. I flattened my dark brown hair and threw on mascara. I looked in the mirror and saw a skinny girl with well developed boobs and a lovely ass. I was really happy with my appearance tonight. We were, after all, just going to stay home and eat good food.

Her girlfriend was working nights so I got to be her entertainment, she joked the day before. I looked forward to the evening but my stomach lived its own life and did not stop tingling.

All of a sudden I was standing in their hallway. I smelled food even out in the staircase. When I entered the apartment, I thought that they had it so amazingly nice and cozy. It was located close to the center of the city. Her girlfriend greeted me and was really friendly. Johanna was in the kitchen fixing the food, so I really had no time to talk to her. Moa, her girlfriend showed me around and talked freely, not shy in the least. Moa was very nice herself, with very straight brown hair, no makeup and leggings with a tunic.

"Moa, can you come for a while?" Johanna shouted from the kitchen.

I sat on the couch and could relax a bit. The worst was over. This will be a great evening, I felt.

Johanna came out into the living room and sat down beside me on the couch. I felt a whiff of perfume and hairspray. She had wavy hair naturally and it fit perfectly to her face. She threw back her hair and smiled at me and I saw her dimples. She wore a tank top that sat so tight that you could see the nipples on her round breasts and it turned me on. She had a pair of tights and a mini-skirt. It was a little difficult to keep my eyes away. She was really good looking.

Johanna hugged and said goodbye to Moa who would go to work. We poured a glass of white wine and sat on the couch again. We talked forever. It felt like an eternity. And yet I knew her fairly well, because we've been talking via computer before.

My whole idea of Johanna was changing now that I had met her. I learned so much I did not know. I had no idea that she could sing and play guitar. I asked her to sing something she liked.

She sang a self-written song. When she opened her mouth and began to sing and play the way she did it blew something inside me, I felt that my hand started shaking where I held the wineglass in a firm grip. I had to set the glass down on the table, otherwise it would have dropped. She sang with such empathy, smiling and looking at me deeply. It was so magical and heart-warming that words could not describe.

"I wrote it to Moa when we met." Johanna said after she finished singing.

"Oh God, you are good! She was happy?" I asked.

"Oh, she has no interest in music so I really do not know, but she said it was just nice anyway." Johanna continued.

I thought to myself that if someone had written down a song for me, I would have blushed and melted like a puddle on the floor. But of course I did not say that. Then we talked until it was time for me to go home.

"Thank you very much for tonight. I enjoyed it so much. I want to do this again."

"Yes, absolutely, it was really fun to meet you and get to know you, even more than I already did," I answered back.

As I tied my shoes, I saw from the corner of my eye that she was looking at me. As soon as she saw me looking at her, she looked the other way. She hugged me for a very long time and followed me to the door. Then we said goodbye and I went home.

I slept for a long time. I woke up and thought about yesterday and how perfect the evening was. I could not stop thinking about why she looked at me like that especially when I got dressed. But I could not ask her that. She had been with her girlfriend around a year and they had all the good that I was missing. 

"Get it together Vilma! She is taken; do not even think about it. Just drop it!" I thought.

The days went on and I had to force myself not to think about Johanna but could not keep my mind off her.

She had not said anything in particular, she had not done anything, but that spring evening would not go out of my mind no matter how damn hard I tried.

A month later I had talked to some other girls on the internet of course, but none were as exciting as Johanna. She had the smile that stuck in my head since the first time at the cafe. I do not know why I felt the way I did and I knew that I certainly should not feel like this. But I had promised myself I would never tell them anything and those words I kept.

One evening when I was at Grandma's for dinner, I got a message from Johanna.

"Hey! Hope all is well with you, I was just hoping we would meet again soon? It was a long time ago. Hug."

Johanna came to my place this time. I warned her that I lived in a small apartment a little ways out of town but it made no difference to her.

We had decided that we would go bowling this evening and then go home and eat something good and watch the Eurovision Song Contest.

We had fun at bowling and laughed almost the whole time. I won, but Johanna was not a bad loser, she just laughed. Then we went home, cooked tacos and took out the wine.

I noticed that there was something Johanna was hiding but I could not figure out what. I was not certain she wanted to tell me something about it. So I asked some general questions such as how it was with Moa and her.

"It's just fine with Moa, but we argue a lot, unfortunately." She seemed not at all sad about it. 

This made me hope that she wanted to say more to me right now. Instead we changed the subject and drank several glasses of wine while we continued to talk and talk. Eventually the wine bottle was empty so Johanna wove out into the hall to pick up her bag. I got up and started playing music from my list on Spotify as Johanna came back with another bottle. I stood up and took it and saw that Johanna was ready to fall down so I grabbed her hand. She suddenly stopped and looked at me deeply. It felt like it lasted a hundred years, and then she sat down on the couch and opened the wine bottle with a wide smile on her face as dimples appeared all the way to Spain.

We sang to party songs on my Spotify and laughed. Johanna showed this dance she had learned from a friend and it looked too damn funny. After a while we had to rest so our stomachs would not cramp from all the laughter.

Johanna said, "You know something? You're probably the sweetest girl I have ever met."

I blushed and shivered and my stomach was about to explode.

"Do you?" I pretended that I was not embarrassed.

"Yes! I have not laughed so much in a very long time."

I smiled. Wine bottle number two also finished, but we listened to the music and the next song made the atmosphere become completely insane.

"This you cannot know. 

But I am waiting for you.

You need time for yourself.

But I am waiting for you. 

I bide my time and it takes time. 

I said nothing to you. 

But I am waiting and waiting. 

You are so fine. 

There is something about you. 

It felt like coming home. 

The first time you said hi to me. 

It is logical but not for you. 

You have no clue. 

I can only think of you."

Johanna sat quiet as a mouse and I turned my head towards her. She looked very seriously at me. When the song was over, she went to the hall and picked up her guitar and sat on the sofa next to me again and said, "Do you want to hear a nice song I have had in my head way too long?"

I was completely lost to her at this moment, but I managed to say yes and she started to play.

"I cannot hide my feelings any longer.

I am still fragile like a flower.

Our friendship has grown stronger.

My wish is to be your lover."

Then she paused. She looked at me and I felt how my cheeks turned bright red. Her voice trembled when she sang and I said, "Keep going that was touching."

She took up the guitar and continued.

"I tell myself that I cannot hold out forever.

I said there is no reason for my reaction.

I feel secure when we are together.

You give my life direction.

You make everything so bright.

I wander in the deep cold snow.

I am keeping you in my sight.

You are a candle in the window.

The light in the dark winter night.

I am getting closer than I thought I might."

She put down her guitar and looked at me and I did not know if she would say anything.

"You sing wonderfully and your voice is magically beautiful," I said without even thinking.

"Do you really mean it?"

I moved closer to her and it seemed like she wanted to say something but did not dare to.

"Yes, I really mean it, Johanna."

She sat silent for a while until I saw how she looked me up and down. I was so full of butterflies, that it felt like they would fly out through my ears. We leaned back on the sofa and I turned on the TV to see if there was any thing to look at. It was a romantic comedy. All the laughter was gone, now it was all very serious. We sat close together. I wiggled closer against Johanna and asked, "What are you thinking on right now?"

It took a while before the answer came.

"That this is my favorite movie," she answered and stretched out on the couch so she happened to come closer to me.

I put my hand next to her leg and looked forward to the film with my wine glass in the other hand.

Johanna suddenly said, "I'm not with Moa any longer."

"Huh? Why? What happened?"

"It did not work anymore, I was not in love, and we fought a lot."

My heart started to beat faster and I wanted to believe that they had broken up, but I could never replace her. I replied that it was really sad and asked if she wanted a glass of wine. She said yes and smiled at me as she asked if we could go out on the balcony and take a breath of air. It was a starry night out, not a cloud and absolutely perfect weather. I leaned over the balcony railing and heard Johanna put down her wineglass and walk towards me.

I turned around and felt a small warm hand touch my hand while she looked at me very seriously and close. She was standing so close that I felt that my knees were touching her. She smelled so good of hairspray, shampoo and perfume. She said nothing, just stood there and looked at me.

"What you looking at?" I asked cautiously and nervously.

She swept away my bangs hanging over one eye and took a small step closer.

"I am looking at you. You are so terribly delightful, Vilma."

I turned around quickly so she would not see my embarrassment on my cheeks.

"Thank you." I said softly as I slipped past her but I did not get far before she grabbed my arm.

She pressed me against the wall, leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I want to kiss you and I am going to do it right now."

I closed my eyes, and felt how she pushed me against the wall of the balcony. Her legs slipped between my legs so that she could get as close as we possibly could.

Her soft breath was a few millimeters from my lips and I peeked at her and saw how attractive she was in the soft light. We stood and kissed for so long that my legs shook and it felt like they were collapsing.

I felt us sinking further and further down towards the ground. In the end, she lay over me and kissed me so softly that I almost lost my breath. I wanted her so much that my panties were drenched and my stomach exploded after each kiss she gave me.

She looked at me and was breathing very heavily. Johanna was making me even hornier.

"Come." I said and grabbed her hand.

My hands went to her breasts softly, and I felt how incredibly much she liked what I did. She closed her eyes and took hold around me and continued to kiss me while her hands caressed my back. She started breathing really loud and heavy when my shirt went off along with my bra.

"Vilma, you are so damn wonderful that I do not have words for it." She said breathlessly.

I grabbed her and started to breathe heavier and heavier. I tore off her shirt and bra. When her naked soft breasts and hard nipples were touching mine I died with joy, for real. What a girl, what a night. I wished that this moment would last forever.

I felt her fingers approach my breasts. My stomach went up and down from the stimulation. She lay next to me and then I could not keep calm because her fingers caressed my chest. It was so exciting that my pussy was about to explode and come soon.

Her fingers wandered down to the abdomen and the thigh. My jeans went off and the panties came off with them. When her fingers touched my pussy then she started moaning really loud and stroked my pussy so softly and gently that I started to moan at least as high. I felt her finger plunge into me and I was so excited. She started stroking me faster and faster and the finger went in and out.

"Come for me, Vilma!" Johanna moaned.

When I climaxed then it was so fantastic that I relaxed and my pussy clenched hard. The juices just ran down my legs. One thing was certain; Johanna knew exactly what she was doing and she did it with love.

No doubt about it. She had won my soul and healed me. Just what I wanted and needed. I hoped I had done the same for her.