0 comments/ 74126 views/ 1 favorites Seduction By: Crew Cut I got to thinking about the first (and really only) time I deliberately set out to seduce a gal by using exhibitionism. I was in university, and she was in one of my lectures. At the time she hung around with this guy, they'd meet after our lecture (he wasn't in that course) and sit out on the grass at lunchtime chatting. It was a little grassy section away from the main part of campus, with bushes around. Not too many people went there. They never kissed or were physical with each other, except in a friendly, pal-like way. I noticed over a period of time that she was looking at me rather a lot, so I decided to go for it, building up over a period of time. First of all I wore a pair of tight jeans where I had a rip in the crotch. It was quite small, but if I lay half reclined on the grass with one leg propped up, bent at the knee, I could place myself so she was staring right at my crotch....her boyfriend's back was to me, she was facing. At first I wore panties - red - and just lay there reading. I did that for a couple of days, then started slowly stroking myself in that area. By the end of the first week, I was no longer wearing panties, and I was quite openly masturbating when I could. The second week I started by wearing cutoffs. It was really hot too, so I wore a crop top. I slid my finger in the side of my shorts leg and played with my clit. Panties on again at first, but no bra. Then one day I took my top off to catch some sun, and lay on my front. I made sure I left before they did, so I had to sit up to pull my top back on, and as I sat, I spread my legs so my pussy was directly facing her and my tits were pointed straight at her mouth. My pussy hairs peeked out of the shorts legs, and they were so tight against my cunt you could see the outline of my slit. Next day, I took the cutoffs off as well, and sunbathed just in my bikini bottom. I slowly circled my pussy with my hand, and arched my breasts to the sun. I knew now that she came there to watch every lunch, and I knew she was staring at me. By this time the guy had stopped coming (later on I learnt he had transferred courses and had a class at that time) Then came the time we had to do presentations in class, and it was her turn. That day I wore a really short skirt and a tight tank top. Anyway, it was her facing the class, so I sat in the front row, spread my legs, periodically crossing and uncrossing them, and giving her pussy glances for the entire hour. I left in a hurry as she was packing her materials away. At the end of the hour we again were on the grass. I took off my top, and rolled over onto my stomach, making sure the skirt was pushed up over my bare buttocks so that the very tip of my ass was exposed. Before too long a shadow was falling over me, and she was standing astride me. I rolled over, and she sat on my pussy. She leaned forward and kissed me hungrily, lightly touching my tits with her soft hands, rubbing her pussy on mine. She wore a long floaty dress, no panties, so her dress was pushed up, exposing flesh on flesh. We tumbled and kissed and embraced and rubbed and sucked tits for ages, then went back to my room in a shared house near campus, where we made love for two days. We were tender and rough by turns, one moment caressing with butterfly kisses, the next pumping cunt with dildos. I rode her with my strapon, she ate me for a full two hours! Sometimes we just lay so close that a hair's electric charge separated us, as we enveloped each others fingers in our juicy holes. She said I was the first woman to switch from domme to sub in syncopation with her needs. She delighted in running her hands and sliding her wet cunt over my stubbly head. I'll never forget the excitement, the slow tease of exhibitionist seduction, all with the folly of youth. Seduction This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains graphic sex. If this offends you, don't read it! If you're under 18, get lost. None of these people are real, just little corners of my mind that I sometimes let out to play... - FOR LORI - I see you immediately across the dark, smoky room as I make my way onto the stage, the only female in a crowded room of men. Our eyes meet, shooting daggers at each other, locked together in a passionate stare. Your face flushes, your breathing quickens, I smile. Though I am not the only dancer on the stage, your eyes remain glued on me. I know what you're here for. My smile broadens and I begin my SEDUCTION. The music blares out in the background but I ignore it, moving to the music in your eyes. I slowly strip off my clothes, baring myself to you, body and soul. Your eyes drink deeply of me, your desire plainly visible in them as I dance my way across the stage to you. I sway seductively back and forth in front of you, teasing you, tantalizing you. My hips churn, my nipples burn, my passion a mirror of your own. Our eyes remain locked as I descend from the stage to dance at your table, my dance only for you, ignoring the whistles and laughter from around me, they mean nothing. I notice the wedding ring on your finger, but I dismiss it. Again, I know why you are here, in this place, a place with room only for two. I lean forward, whispering in your ear, offering a lap-dance. You stare deeply into my eyes and nod, unable to speak. I straddle you, my arms going around your neck as my weight descends upon you, pulling your head forward to rest in the valley between my breasts. I feel your body trembling as I slowly begin to grind myself against you. Your tongue darts out to taste me as I move faster and faster, my passion burning ever higher. I feel your body tense and relax as your climax comes upon you, and I realize just how hot you are, cumming just from the feel of my naked flesh rubbing against you. I kiss you deeply, whispering for you to wait for me after the show. Your eyes agree, burning me with your desire, and I walk back to the stage to finish my work. I see you standing in the storm as I exit the building, the rain unable to quench the fire raging inside you. You seem unable to move, to go or stay. I remove the decision from you, taking your hand and leading you away from that place, taking you to a place where your fires can at last be put out. We enter the hotel room hand in hand, having never said a word on the trip here, our eyes saying all that needs to be said. Our lips join together in a fiery kiss as soon as the door closes behind us, melting into one, our passion finally allowed to be free as we begin our mutual seduction. I break our kiss, standing back slightly, as I begin to uncover your body, slowly peeling your wet clothes off, touching you, caressing you, building your excitement to a fever. Finally you are naked, your body free of it's confinements, open to me. I sit you on the bed and begin another dance, slowly removing my clothes, stoking your fires with my sensuous movements, till I am naked once again for you. You cannot resist yourself any longer as I sit on the bed with you, and your hands begin to move of their own accord, caressing me. The buds of my nipples become pebbles under your fingers, the flower of my womanhood opening for you, the wetness of my desire coating your fingers as you kiss me, moving slowly, oh so slowly down my body. Your lips sear my skin as you cover my nipples with them, teasing them with your tongue, tasting me. My moans fill the air as you gently kiss your way down my taut belly, lingering for a moment at my navel, making me squirm. You look up at me and my eyes beg you to continue, my body now putty in your hands, my passion soaring. Slowly, tentatively, you open my flower with your tongue, licking the swollen lips, tasting of my wetness. Your hands continue to caress me as your sweet lips kiss the center of my sensations, your tongue probing to the very core of my being. I feel myself approaching the mountaintop and somehow make you stop, wanting this feeling to last just a little longer, and I push you away. I lay you back on the bed and cover your lips with hot little kisses, my tongue tasting you. I kiss you all over, your face, your eyes, your neck, your throat, and on down as I continue to tease you with my tongue. Your back arches as my mouth closes on your sweet nipples, my teeth gently biting, sending you off in a whirlwind of sensation. I suckle at your breasts for as long as you will permit me, your moans growing louder as your temperature rises, till your hands push me down farther, forcing me to the center of your desire. I nestle between your legs, gazing at the sweet wonder that is your sex. I part the petals of your flower with my fingers, finding the rosebud inside them. I linger for a moment, teasing you. Your body trembles as my hot breath blows on you, your arousal very evident by your wetness. I breathe you in for a moment, exulting in your scent, then bring my tongue to bear on your rosebud, my lips kissing yours, drinking of your cup. Moaning, your body writhes under my kisses, your hips lifting to meet me, you are so very hot! I try to pull away, wanting to tease you, to prolong your ecstasy, but you will have none of it, clamping my head in the vice of your legs and holding me there, forcing me to continue ravishing your sex. Your ardor swells, your passion climbs, suddenly your dam breaks and your river overflows it's banks. I drink of you, your taste is heaven, like water to one dying in the desert. I cannot stop, cannot be sated, your honey sweet as wine to my thirsty lips. Finally your river runs dry for the moment and, after a few more kisses, I crawl upward to find your other lips, sharing your taste with you. Slowly we kiss, gently at first, then more passionately as the wind of your taste blows across the embers of our desire, fanning them rapidly to open flame. Instinctively our legs scissor, bringing our sexes together in a kiss of their own. Lips to lips they merge, becoming one, as two flowers sprouting from the same stem. Gently I begin to rub against you, slowly. You push against me harder, grinding against me, the heat from your sex almost more than I can bear. Passion breaks our kiss as we lean back, lifting our hips from the bed to further our efforts. Our movements become feverish now, rubbing, humping, grinding, as together we climb the mountain of passion. Our moans fill the air, interrupting the silence, proclaiming our ecstasy for any who would hear. All too soon we crest the pinnacle of our desire, crying out our pleasure as we plunge into the abyss of orgasm, our nectar spewing forth to merge as we have merged, soaking the sheets as evidence of our union. Exhausted, we spoon together, touching, caressing, kissing, whispering sweet nothings to each other. Totally spent, we fall asleep in each others arms... I awake some time later and rise from the bed, quietly gathering my things and dressing. I take your sodden panties as a keepsake of you, leaving you mine to remember our passion. I go to the door and pause to look back at you, lying in the moonlight, sprawled on the sheets of our mutual passion. I drink in your beauty, the lovely shape of your mouth, the curve of your breast, the sweet cherry in it's center, the swell of your hips, and the lovely rose blossom between them. I blow you a kiss from the doorway, you smile in your sleep as though you are aware of me, and I am sorely tempted to return to you, awaken you to begin our play all over again. You stir in your sleep, your wedding band glimmers in the moonlight, and I realize that tomorrow you will return to your loving family, your fantasy fulfilled. And I?...well, I don't even know your name. I close the door behind me. Ah well, lover... perhaps we shall meet again one day... - FIN - * * * * * Please send all correspondence to the email on my profile and specify which of my stories you are referring to. Comments are always welcome... I love to hear from you all! Seduction I was sitting on Zack's lap all throughout the movie, it was a black and white film. While I was watching the movie, this thought of seduction came to mind. I turned to Zack and kissed him, I have to go pee, I'll be right back I said. I went into the on suite bathroom and I closed the door behind me. I wasn't sure if I could pull this off but I wanted to give it a try since it is my sexual fantasy. As I came out of the bathroom, I was only wearing my black push-up bra, black bikini panties and a denim shirt, buttoned enough to just cover my bra. *********** I then stood in front of Zack, his eyes were on me, I had his full attention now. I leaned over and kissed him on the lips, I then backed away. I started undoing the buttons of my shirt. When I had undone the last one, I brought my hands up and I slowly ran my hands over my body indicating the way I wanted to be touched. As I looked at Zack's face, I saw that his lips were parted and moist. I kissed him again and this time my tongue followed I again backed away and I slowly removed my shirt. My chest was now heaving with anticipation of what I was going to do next. I then took a couple of steps closer. I placed my hands on his taut stomach muscles and I then slowly moved my hands upward to bring the shirt up with my hands and leaving him bare-chested. I then took my warm mouth and started to give light kisses to his chest. I stepped back again and his eyes followed. I brought my hands to my back as I undid my bra, I then slid my hands over my arms as I removed my straps from my shoulders. The bra fell to the floor. I then stepped closer, I took on of Zack's hands and I brought it up to my mouth where I started to suck on each and every finger. I then slowly brought his hand down to cover my breast as to show the rapid breathing and raising and falling of my chest. I then slowly brought his hand down my wanting body and into my panties where I let him feel that I was getting wet. I took his hand out of my panties and back up to my mouth where I started to suck on them again. When I was done I returned his hand to his lap, where I then ran my hand over his manhood. He brought his hands up to touch me but I backed away. I then removed my panties and as I did this I stood with my thighs spread apart. I again took my hands and I seductively touched every part of my wanting body. I then placed on of my fingers inside my pussy. I brought it out again and I brought it up to your lips to taste. Your hands then caressed my wanting body. I helped you out of your jeans and briefs. You then pulled me close, I could feel the fullness of your manhood on my stomach, you moan. You pick my up and then place me on my bed. You then look into my eyes and you tell me I'm beautiful as you place yourself in side me. I can feel your trusting getting deeper and deeper, I call out your name as I climax. Just as quickly as my orgasm came it goes and it left my breathless and gasping for air. Seduction Leslie checked her watch; it read 8:05, just when the crowd at her favorite bar would be at it's fullest. As she strutted up the steps to the Victorian home-turned lesbian bar, she could feel the cool night air making it's way up her one-piece red mini-dress, carressing her bare thighs. She stopped and lit a cigarette, and swung open the front door, entering the house. The lower level was the women's area, the upper level the men's. Tasha, the door-woman, greeted her warmly, and Leslie made her way directly to the bar, winding her way through the various females drinking and talking. The jukebox rang out with a new Madonna song, and most of the girls swayed to and fro to it's beat. She knew many of the women, and greeted them all with a hug. Leslie was a regular here, and it was her usual hangout on Friday evening. Several of her friends complimented her on her new short haircut, and Leslie loved the attention. She finally settled in at a vacant barstool, and eyed the crowd. Brandy, the barmaid, brought her the usual drink: vodka and cranberry. Crossing her legs seductively, right over left, brought the attention of the usual women who were there every night, always trying to secure her attentions for the evening. Leslie could feel her body warming, her nipples hardening under the soft cotton fabric. Being around so many females always had this effect on her and she relished the feeling. Her first smoke finished, she mashed out the butt in the nearest ashtray, and surveyed the other women sitting at the bar in the reflection of the full mirror, which exposed the entire room. She recognized only one of the three pairs of couples, but at the far end was another woman sitting alone. She was sipping on a glass of wine, and the woman's close-cropped hair resembled her own. Leslie found her very attractive, and began to keep her eyes riveted on the stranger. Her face was a thing of beauty, and Leslie could only tell she was wearing a white blouse of some sort. She seemed to be in her middle forties, which made her all the more attractive to her. Leslie was about to walk over and introduce herself, but suddenly eye contact was made through the mirror. The woman smiled at her, and, of course, Leslie replied with a seductive grin. Leslie and her new friend kept exchanging glances, and by now her nipples were like pebbles, aching to be touched, and showing proudly through her dress. The time for decisive action was at hand. Leslie grabbed her drink, and quickly wound her way to the opposite end of the bar. Before she knew it, she was upon her prey, went in for the kill. "Hi, I'm Leslie," she said, extending her hand. "Hi Leslie, I'm Gwen. Nice to meet you," was the reply. "I haven't seen you in here before, and I come here pretty regularly. First time?" Leslie asked. She noticed what Gwen was wearing, which consisted of a black mini-skirt, the white blouse, her bra clearly visible through the fabric, and black pumps. Her legs were crossed as her own had been minutes before, and the total picture was enticing. She moved in next to Gwen at the bar, their legs touching, and she pushed her bare thigh up against Gwen's leg. "Yes, it's my first time here," Gwen answered, although nervously. "Well, Gwen, it's a really nice place, and it's easy to get to know the girls here. Can I buy you another glass of wine?" "Sure Leslie, I would love it." Leslie got Brandy's attention, and soon the wine was placed on the bar. "A toast to you, Gwen, for coming here tonight." Each sipped their drinks, and as Leslie set her glass back down on the bar, she could feel Gwen's eyes on her hard nipples. This only served to fan Leslie's fire, and she soon felt that familiar tingle between her legs. She moved in closer to Gwen, and tipped her chin up. "I can tell you like what you see, Gwen." Startled, Gwen groped for words, but all that came out was a slow "uh-huh". Leslie rested her hand on Gwens exposed knee. She looked around the room, taking in the sight of all of the different women around them. "Gwen, can I ask you something personal?" "Of course, and I must say, I feel quite comfortable with you." "Have you ever made love to another woman?" "Only once, several years ago, but I could never put it out of my mind." "And you enjoyed it, didn't you?" "Yes, very much so." "And now, due to some unforseen circumstances in your life, you are at a lesbian bar." "Yes. I just had to come here, as if something inside of me was calling me." Gwen was quickly drinking the glass of wine, as if to sooth the erotic effects that Leslie was having over her. Her breath was quickening, and her nipples were becoming hard under her sheer bra. Leslie turned and faced the bar, and Gwen could not help but notice the curves of Leslie's butt and legs. It was a heavenly sight to behold, and her arousal increased in leaps and bounds. This woman is seducing me, Gwen thought. She did not feel that she had the power to resist, nor did she want to. Butterflies roamed her stomach, and her face felt flush. "Do you feel like going to my place?" Leslie asked. "I would love to," Gwen replied. Without saying a word, they left the bar, and Leslie took Gwen's hand as they walked through the small parking lot toward their cars. "Follow me, I live close," Leslie instructed. Gwen only nodded in reply. She was captured, and she knew it. Shortly thereafter, Leslie was pulling into her driveway, followed by Gwen. Once inside, they exchanged small talk, telling each other where they worked and other unimportant information. Leslie made drinks, and the two women settled in on the couch in the living room. More conversation followed, and Leslie took Gwen by the hand again, and looked deep into her eyes. "Gwen, I want to show you something," said Leslie. Gwen watched as Leslie stood, and moved to the other side of the coffee table, facing her. In one incredibly quick motion, Leslie slid her dress down her body and stepped out of it, nude except for her heels. She placed her hands on her hips, and moved her legs apart slightly. Leslie bent her left knee forward, and turned her hips slightly. "Gwen, do you like my body?" Leslie asked. Gwen's eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open, and her nipples were about to rip through the fabric of her bra. Leslie's body was stunning. Her perfect titties were capped with rock-hard nipples, her round hips framing her light patch of pubic hair perfectly, and shapely legs ran for what seemed like forever to her high heels. Gwen gulped, and then moved to the edge of the couch. "Yes, Leslie, I love your body." "Come to me then, Gwen." Gwen stood, and moved slowly over to Leslie. The contrast was incredible between the two women; Leslie nude, except for her heels; Gwen still fully clothed. Fingers intertwined, and Leslie pulled Gwen close to her. "Kiss me, Gwen," Leslie said. Mouths parted, and a slow, deep kiss entranced them. Tongues met, and swirled in pleasure. Gwen could only think of how lucky she was, and how there was no other place on earth that she wanted to be. A slight moan of pleasure escaped her lips. Leslie broke off the kiss, and her hands found the buttons on Gwen's blouse. Slowly she unbuttoned them, she daintily removed the blouse, dropping it at Gwen's feet. She paused to survey her work, and then quickly unzipped Gwen's mini-skirt. That too, fell to the floor around Gwen's ankles, upon which she stepped out of the skirt. Leslie was pleased to see that Gwen was wearing a black lace g-string. "A good sign," she thought. She was also happy to see that Gwen was wearing a front-close bra. Gwen's hands rested on Leslie's shoulders as her bra was un-clasped, and Leslie watched in delight as Gwen's ample bosom appeared before her. The bra fell to the floor, and Gwen crooned at the pleasure she felt. Each wrapped her arms around the other, they sighed together as breast touched breast, nipple feeling nipple. Another long French kiss ensued, lasting only a minute, but seeming like hours. Their thighs slid along each other's, and their hand found backsides. As the loving kiss ended, Leslie looked deep into Gwen's eyes. "Feed me your breasts, Gwen, please," Leslie pleaded. Gwen held Leslie by her neck, and guided her lips to her awaiting nipples. Leslie licked and sucked each one in turn, and then began to lick Gwen's incredible tits all over, soaking them with her saliva, rubbing them all over her face. "Oh yes, baby, that's it, lick them all over. Feel my titties on your face. Lick them, worship them," Gwen murmered. Legs intertwined as they stood, the two lovers began a slow, grinding dance. Gwen's right thigh met Leslie's wet pussy, and Leslie's right thigh mashed repeatedly into Gwen's soaked g-string. In one motion Gwen pulled Leslie's face back to meet her own, and another deep kiss ensued. Both women were whimpering in the glow of their lust, and as they broke off the kiss, Leslie took Gwen by the hand, leading her down the hallway to her bedroom. They sat on the bed, and another long frenchkiss started. Hands met breasts, and four sets of fingers began to pinch four nipples. Tighter and tighter they squeezed, until slight pain mixed with the pleasure. Lipstick was smearing on their faces, and their uncontrollable lust was overwhelming them. "Take me," Leslie gasped. Those words were explosive to Gwen. She stood, and faced Leslie. "Get on your knees, my pretty girl, and lick my high-heels," Gwen hissed. Leslie fell to the floor, and began to lick Gwen's pumps, which were so close together that they touched. She was on all fours, her legs spread wide, and her breasts were jiggling as she lapped at Gwen's shoes. "You seduced me in the bar because you need me in the worst way, didn't you?" "Oh yes Maam, I need you in the worst way," Leslie replied. "Then kiss your way up to my panties," Gwen ordered. Leslie began to lick her way up Gwen's legs, over and over, until she could smell the aroma eminating from Gwen's wet panties. It was an intoxicating smell, one that Leslie could never resist. Suddenly Gwen moved to the bed, and bent over at the waist, telling Leslie to remove her g-string. Leslie quickly ran them down Gwen's legs, reveling in the sight of the wetness before her eyes. "Kiss my ass, Leslie, all over, and don't stop untill I tell you to." Leslie began to wildly lick Gwen's twin cheeks, moving up and down, soaking them, and finally running her tongue slowly down the length of the cleft in the middle. Gwen's groans increased ten-fold, and Leslie knew she was pleasing her. Her nipples played on Gwen's thighs, and Leslie paused at Gwen's puckering hole, her tongue moving in circles around it, and then lapping at it like a cat drinks milk. Gwen mounted the bed, on all fours, with her ass high in the air, providing easy access for Leslie's slithering tongue. Leslie stopped to survey the incredible sight before her; Gwen on all fours, offering up her ass and pussy to her. Her labia were full and extended, with her clit in full view. She ran her fingernails up and down Gwen's legs, creating a shudder within both of them. Leslie bent her neck slightly, and layed her wet tongue against Gwen's clit, moving it ever so slowly. "Oh god yes, a woman's tongue, oh yes, don't stop Leslie," Gwen said. Slowly Leslie worked Gwen's clit, breathing in through her nose, which was ever so close to being against Gwen's wetness. She held Gwen's ass firmly in her hands, feeling that if she let go she would lose it forever. She could think of nothing but worshipping this woman. Whatever Gwen wanted, she would provide. Leslie worked her long tongue inside Gwen's wetness, and after swirling it twice, she slowly licked up the entire length of Gwen's behind. Over and over she did this, starting at Gwen's clit, and stopping at the bottom of her back. Gwen began a series of high-pitched squeals, and Leslie sensed that Gwen was nearing a climax. Her head was moving up and down; her eyes held tightly closed. Leslie, kneeling now, locked her lips around Gwen's clit, moving an index finger to her tight ass, while circling her tongue around Gwen's clit. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, don't stop, oh god, don't stop, " Gwen begged. Leslie continued to swirl her tongue, and waited for the right moment. "OOOOOOOHhhhhhhh yessssssssssssssssssssssssssss, " Gwen screamed. At this moment Leslie's finger pushed into Gwen. Gwen reacted violently, her ass moving up and down in quick strokes, uncontrolled by her pleasure. Her loud screams filled the house, and trailed off as her orgasm subsided. Leslie slowly retracted her finger, and her face was coated in Gwen's juices. Gwen fell to the side, exhausted, gasping for air, basking. "Leslie, I have never, ever, had an orgasm like that," Gwen said. "Well, you have never been with me before," replied Leslie. Leslie opened the nightstand drawer, and produced four sets of Velcro handcuffs. She attatched them to the four posts of her bed, and removed her high-heels. Gwen could only look on in awe. She then fell back on the bed, spreading her arms and legs in the classic eagle position. "Please, cuff me," she asked. Gwen was only too ready to comply. She took a deep breath, and stood next to the bed, gazing at Leslie's nude body. "So submissive to me," she thought, as she moved to the foot of the bed. Gwen cuffed Leslie's right foot, and then the left, into the velro, and she moved to the headboard, quickly cuffing Leslie's wrists. Gwen's lover was effectively immobile, except for the movements she could make with her waist. As Gwen stood next to the bed, and her bound lover, she began to massage her own breasts, pinching her nipples, and moving her hips in circles. Leslie watched. The cool air caressed her naked, bound body. Her hips moved upward in a desire to feel something, anything. A wet spot was forming on the sheets of the bed. Her sexual excitement had taken control of her mind and body. "Do you like these titties, Leslie?" Gwen asked. "Yes, yes, yes Gwen. I want them so bad," Leslie hissed. Gwen mounted the bed, and straddled Leslie's waist. Her breasts hung inched from Leslie's mouth, and she shook them back and forth. "Please baby, I need to taste them," Leslie begged. Gwen took her by the head, and eased her breasts to Leslie's mouth. Leslie worshipped them, licking, sucking, and twirling her tongue around Gwen's nipples. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed over. Gwen could not resist Leslie any longer; she slid back down her body, and she positioned herself between Leslie's legs. "Lick me, Gwen. Please, lick me," Leslie crooned. She watched as Gwen's long tongue began to lap at her clit. The feeling was incredible as the stimulation of her clit caused Leslie to grind all over the bed. Gwen ran her tongue up and down the lips of Leslie's pussy, and she stopped to penetrate her, drinking in the wetness. She found it intoxicating, and she began to rub her cheeks all over the moist pussy before her. "Oh Gwen.......don't stop......it feels so good........ahhhhhhhhhhohhhhhhhhhunggggghhhhhhh," Leslie moaned. Gwen got into a rhythm now, licking up her pussy, and then twirling her tongue around Leslie's clit. "Gwen... Gwen... oooooooooooo hhhhhhhhhhhhh ggggggg aaaaaaaaa wwwwwwwwww ddddddddddddddddddddddddddd !!!!!!" Leslie, her legs tight and extended, her arms pulling at the sturdy Velcro, climaxed violently. It was as if she was trying to buck Gwen's face off of her pussy, but Gwen held fast. Her first orgasm was subsiding, and she expected Gwen to move to other places, but she felt her tongue push deep into her again, arousing her with a passion. Over and over Gwen made her climax, and finally she moved up onto Leslie, their pussies meeting in a soaking-wet kiss. Gwen began to rotate her hips, and she kissed Leslie deeply. Leslie met her kiss, their tongues twirling again and pushing deep into each other's mouths. Gwen began to move down her body, kissing her neck and armpits, and then moving to Leslie's breasts. She held her breasts together with both hands, roughly biting the nipples, sucking her titties into her mouth. The feeling of Leslie's nearly shaven pussy against her own was driving Gwen crazy, and she reached under her to cup her ass in both of her hands. She drove her pussy into Leslie's, and soon both women were peaking again. Gwen was beginning to lose control; she wanted nothing less then to devour this insanely erotic woman. They had just met only two hours ago, and now it seemed as if they were lovers for life. Her body tensed against Leslie's, and she was burying her face against Leslie's breasts. She clenched Leslie's ass with all of her might, and with one last push, released the orgasm that had been building within her. Leslie was in heaven as Gwen fucked her. She had definitly picked the perfect woman at the bar. She had had a feeling that Gwen was of the dominant type, and it just took a little persuasion to bring it out of her. Gwen was ravishing her, taking her, raping her, fucking her, and she knew that Gwen would go on and on until they collasped. Gwen was devouring her breasts, and she felt her reach under her and clench her ass with both hands. A crushing orgasm was building within Leslie. Their clits stimulating each other's, Leslie tightened her entire body, yearning for that special feeling. Gwen was taking her breasts completely into her mouth, alternating from left to right. Leslie looked downward; the sight of Gwen's lovely round ass moving up and down made her drunk with lust. In a split second, she went over the edge of passion. Gwen's head shot up; her mouth parted, her eyes wide, staring into Leslie's. She screamed as her climax erupted within her, and she began to wildly drive her pussy into her lover's. Her head moved up and down as she rode her orgasm. Leslie's head reared back as she succombed to her orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed though their bodies. Gwen fell back down onto Leslie, still gripping her ass tight, nearly passing out at the unbelieveable pleasure. Leslie kept moving her hips up and down, matching Gwen stroke for stroke, and feeling her body burn. Eventually, they slowed, their sweating bodies moving slowly, tingling, and glowing in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Minutes passed, and they simply enjoyed each other. Gwen looked up, and kissed Leslie's lips before releasing her wrists from their bonds. She managed to move down to Leslie's ankles, releasing them also. They moved under the covers of the bed, and held each other tightly. "Leslie, I have never experienced anything like this," Gwen confessed. "I'm glad, baby. You know I needed you, and I love how you make love to me. I love aggressive, dominant women. I will teach you so much," Leslie replied. After a while Leslie got up and retrieved her cigarettes, sitting cross-legged on the bed. They shared a smoke, and Gwen couldn't take her eyes off of Leslie's wet pussy. Leslie leaned over and kissed her, and whispered to her. "You can't resist me, can you Gwen?" "No, I can't. I want you again already," she replied. "Gwen, baby, you just tell me what you want." Their lust for each other continued, nearly till dawn. They awoke wrapped in each other's arms and legs. One last session took place in the shower, around noon. As Gwen was ready to leave, Leslie kissed her one last time. "Be at the bar, tonight. OK?" "I will be there at eight, sharp," Gwen replied. Leslie watched her new lover drive off, and her hands wandered down to her still-wet pussy. She couldn't wait till tonight, and in a daze, she wandered back to her bed. She lay nude, spread eagle, and began to think of Gwen. She looked at the clock; "I can't wait eight hours," she thought. Seduction And in minutes, her orgasms began. Seduction and Pizza When she answered the door, blonde hair dripping, wrapped in a clean white towel that barely reached her upper thighs, Ewan was momentarily struck speechless. In the five months he had been working part-time as a pizza delivery driver, he had been called to this apartment many times. Each time, he had greedily feasted his eyes on the lady of the house, and often – back home alone at his own apartment after his shift – had laid on his bed and stroked himself to incredible climaxes while fantasizing about having her lying naked beside him. She looked to Ewan to be about three or four years older than his own twenty three years. Blonde, she had sky blue eyes, full, pouting lips, and an open and ready smile that seemed to mix innocence and seduction in an amazingly erotic combination. Ewan had often noticed her great body, too – with gentle curves in all the right places, and breasts of just the right size, not perfect in the traditional sense maybe, but incredibly sexy to him. She was usually dressed comfortably in a sweatshirt and jeans or sweatpants when she answered the door, which only added to the appeal for Ewan, who preferred his girls casual and comfortable. Her voice, sweet but slightly deep and sultry, completed the picture in his mind. Now she was standing here in nothing but a towel, smiling sweetly and apologizing for not having the money ready for the pizza Ewan held. “I called in my order just as soon as I got home from work. I thought I’d have time to shower and be dressed before you got here,” she was explaining. “I guess I just misjudged”. “That’s OK,” Ewan stammered. “I’ll just wait here while you get the money. That’ll be thirteen fifty towel…ummm, I mean TOTAL, sorry…” Ewan blushed scarlet at his slip, and the beautiful blonde broke into a broad grin. “Towel, eh…??? I wonder what YOU’RE thinking, young man,” she said playfully. “I was going to ask you to come in out of the cold while I go get your money, but I’m not sure you can be trusted, now”. Cocking an eyebrow at Ewan and looking him up and down, she asked with mock sternness “Can you be trusted, pizza boy?” Ewan knew when he was being joked with, and joined right in with a big, dimpled smile. “The name’s Ewan, not pizza boy, and I can be trusted, yeah. The question is, can you be trusted, lady?” “Amanda’s the name, and I’ll try to restrain myself, Ewan,” she said, closing the door behind him and turning toward the kitchen, “be a dear and set the pizza down there on the coffee table, would you? Have a seat on the sofa and make yourself at home, I’ll just be a minute”. Walking back toward the kitchen, Amanda thought about her exchange with Ewan. The kid was interesting to her, that was for sure. He had something of the artsy type about him, with his long, shaggy hair, tall but slight build, goatee, and well-spoken voice. She figured him for twenty two or twenty three, about five years younger than her own twenty seven. Not traditionally handsome, she supposed, but then she had always been attracted to the offbeat type. Her own long-time boyfriend, Jason, was a painter for example, and had a similar look. “Well, at least I’m consistent in my taste in men,” she laughed to herself as she took a twenty dollar bill from an envelope in the silverware drawer. Turning back toward the living room and the guy waiting there, she pointedly tried to not think about the largish bulge she had glimpsed in Ewan’s cargo pants when she had inadvertently glanced down at him when he had arrived. Amanda was amused to find Ewan flopped comfortably on her sofa, slouched back spread-legged among the many plush throw pillows, remote control in hand, when she re-entered the living room. “Wow, big guy,” she joked, “when you make yourself comfortable, you really make yourself comfortable, huh? I’m surprised you didn’t just strip down to your boxers and take a nap. You look too comfy to move”. “If I were REALLY making myself at home, I’d strip all the way down, and not just to my boxers”. Ewan tipped Amanda a sly but somehow boyish wink, and she felt a sudden weakness in her knees. “Hmmmm…well maybe some night when your shift is over, you could come on over and get REALLY comfortable then. I love few things more than entertaining naked pizza boys”. She returned his wink with a conspiratorial one of her own. “Excuse me for saying so, Ma’am, but I wonder what your boyfriend would think about that,” Ewan drawled lazily, rising to his feet. “You remember him, don’t you? The guy who’s picture you have plastered all over this place…? The one I’ve seen in the room behind you sometimes when I’ve made deliveries here…?” Smiling broadly, Amanda shot back “Oh, you mean Jason. He doesn’t mind if I entertain the occasional pizza boy, as long as he’s here to chaperone.” “Is that a fact?”, Ewan asked, surprised and momentarily unable to think of a witty response. “And just how closely does Jason like to chaperone?” “Oh, I don’t know. Pretty closely, I guess. He’s thorough like that,” Amanda said with her lips set in a deadpan expression, though her eyes were wrinkling at the corners with amusement at Ewan’s quickly reddening face “but I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t mind…he’s a great chaperone. Very permissive.” “That’s all right Amanda, I’m a big boy. I don’t really need a chaperone these days.” Ewan smiled uneasily while reaching for the twenty dollar bill Amanda was holding out to him. “But thanks anyway. Just let me get you some change for that, and I’ll be on my way”. “No change is required, Ewan. Just keep it. I feel badly for making you wait for me.” As the delivery boy passed through the door and out onto the porch, he heard Amanda say softly behind him, in a voice that made him immediately question what he had heard, “And, by the way Ewan, I noticed just what a big boy you were right away, so you don’t have to remind me of that. It’s just sad that a big boy like you wouldn’t want to hang out with a big girl like me”. Turning to see what Amanda had meant by that comment, Ewan was amazed to glimpse her standing there facing him, backlit by the living room lamplight. Hands on hips, towel puddled around her ankles, nipples poking out jauntily and invitingly, and a big grin on her face, she reached out and swung the heavy apartment door closed behind him. As he reached for the door knocker, prepared to knock again, the porch light was suddenly turned off, and the door’s window shade was pulled down. The message was unmistakable, and Ewan turned to walk to his car, nursing a budding erection and a head full of very confused thoughts. As the door swung shut, and she reached to turn off the porch light, Amanda laughed softly to herself, amazed at what she had just done. She didn’t know what had possessed her to drop her towel like that, but the look on Ewan’s face had been priceless. She had seen surprise, shock, and lust mingled there in the instant before the door closed, and Amanda was strangely pleased that she had been able to get such a reaction from the guy. Unable to resist, Amanda pulled back the shade on the door just a fraction, and watched as the dazed pizza boy walked back to his car. She giggled again as she saw him glance back, glance up and down the quiet street to make sure no one was watching, then reach down to his crotch and adjust himself awkwardly before opening his car door and folding himself into the driver’s seat. “He’s going to have an uncomfortable ride back to the shop,” she thought, chuckling to herself. Still nude, Amanda padded to the sofa and curled into a comfortable position in the corner, with her legs tucked back underneath her. Reaching for the pizza box, she suddenly sat back instead and, in one easy motion, spread her knees apart just a bit and inserted the first and second fingers of her left hand into the cleft of her thighs. Tentatively, in an exploratory fashion, she gently rubbed in a circular motion, and was surprised to find just how wet she was. “Bad, bad boy Ewan,” she whispered, and smiled as she easily found the rhythm she always used when pleasuring herself, “bad, bad, naughty boy….” Using mainly slow, circular strokes, punctuated by longer, lingering ones up the length of her pussy, Amanda carefully worked herself up further and further, enjoying the sensation as her clit became progressively more and more engorged, and more and more sensitive in turn. Switching hands occasionally, and rubbing her inner thigh slowly and tenderly with her free hand as she worked, Amanda repeatedly brought herself to the very edge of a climax, then backed off. An expert at fingering herself, she knew just how to manipulate her womanhood to achieve the maximum sensation, without allowing herself to slip over into a climax until she was ready. As she progressed, she fantasized about Ewan, with his rag-tag clothing, and crooked grin. He was like a younger, leaner, more boyish version of her own beloved Jason, and she thought it was that fact that was making her so crazy about him. She wanted to bed the boy, and she wanted Jason to watch. She wondered what Jason would think of the suggestion. She wasn’t sure, but she thought it might not be all that hard. Though their sex life was excellent to put it mildly, they were both experimental by nature, and she and Jason had talked many times about the possibility of bringing another person or persons to their bed, as a watcher if not as an actual participant, and she thought somehow that Jason might be agreeable to considering her new pizza-wielding friend for that role. In the meantime, her vision was clouded by the image of Ewan as he had been when she returned from the kitchen with his money. Reclined in the same bed of pillows in which she now lay, white t-shirt pulled up just a bit in the front to reveal a tight, taut stomach, long, coltish legs spread wide to reveal the outline of what looked like a truly spectacular cock. Even through the baggy green cargo pants, Amanda could discern that the guy was in possession of a bulge to be proud of. She moaned at the thought of releasing that manhood from its cotton prison, and the pleasure she could give the boy. Amanda remembered what Ewan had said about enjoying being naked, and imagined her own hands playing over his entire body. Wiping the shaggy black hair away from in front of his eyes to reveal the green flashes of color she had immediately noticed there, then moving her nails down his neck, to stop to tweak and play with his nipples. Then down his stomach, naturally flat and not muscle-bound as was so popular with college-age guys these days. Reaching his pubic hairs in her mind, she mentally curled her fingers into them, and then took hold of his massive, beautiful cock… The orgasm was immediate and took Amanda completely by surprise. At the thought of taking Ewan’s remarkable tool into her hands, her body bucked and shuddered violently, and all her expert control was lost in a flood of ecstasy. Her soft moaning turned to passionate calls of lust, and her fingers wildly worked her pussy and clit, fucking her as if with a mind of their own, and bringing her to ever more intense waves of pleasure. A gush of warm, slippery fluid rewarded her efforts, and still the orgasms rolled through her. Two became three, and three four, until she was lost and the count of them meant nothing to her. Random sexual images flashed through her mind. Ewan’s smile just a short time ago, and the tented look of his cargo pants. Her Jason’s own not-unsubstantial cock as it approached her hungrily waiting mouth. Her own image, as she had glimpsed herself once in the bedroom mirror, writhing uncontrollably on her bed as she fucked herself with one of her many dildos. It seemed for a moment as if she would never stop coming, that this one orgasm would carry her away into sweet and total oblivion. Then, finally, the wave crested, and began to break, and after a while she lay back spent into the softness of the pile of pillows. Tears streamed lightly down her face, as they sometimes did after a terrific sexual experience, and she laughed through the tears at what a great job she had done on herself, with Ewan’s help. “I haven’t seen the last of you, my sweet pizza boy,” she whispered to no one in particular as she drifted off into a nap, pizza forgotten, everything forgotten in her sheer delighted exhaustion. “No, not even close…”