11 comments/ 18451 views/ 17 favorites New Jersey By: RowanWildrose "I don't think I could ever be attracted to a woman," she says. "Is that so," I ask, my eyebrow raising in amusement. She's a challenge waiting to happen and I'm more than happy to accept that challenge. She doesn't answer but looks skeptical. She's absolutely gorgeous to me - tall and curved in all the right places with cafe au' lait skin and dark hair. She's a spitfire with a mischievous streak but she's also got a surprisingly sensitive and self-conscious side to her. She carries herself as if she knows she's beautiful, but I catch moments of doubt in her dark eyes. "Do you trust your body?" I ask her quietly. Oh what a body it is. Long, lithe, strong arms and legs, ample curving hips and butt, and full, plump breasts with tantalizingly thick nipples whose shadows stand out visibly in the sweaters she likes to wear. "What do you mean?" "I mean," I patiently explain, "do you trust what your body tells you? You've got an opinion formed from the thoughts in your head. Your brain and your mind tell you that you couldn't be attracted to a woman. For whatever reason, you think you couldn't be attracted to a woman. But, what if your body told you something different? Would you trust your body?" She hesitates and her brow knits as she contemplates this question. "I don't know," she answers honestly. "Are you willing to try?" I inquire. "Are you willing to give your body a chance to tell you what your mind might not yet know?" --- She looks at me quizzically when I open the door. There's a masseuse's table draped in a dark maroon queen sized bed sheet in the otherwise empty room. "Have you ever had a massage?" She nods slowly and her eyes narrow as she searches my face. "Good, so then you're familiar with the idea of undressing to your comfort level." I smile. She's wary and my blood is racing. She's not afraid but she isn't quite sure what to expect yet. She nods, still not yet speaking. "Before you undress, however," I continue quickly, "there are some rules we need to discuss." "Rules?" she asks sharply. Her eyes dart from the table back to me quickly. I smile. "Yes, all good interactions have rules. These rules are very simple. If you want me to continue, you say yes. If you want me to stop, you say no. Do you understand the rules?" She looks at me for a long moment, not saying anything. I hear her taking long slow breaths. Slowly, she nods looking into my eyes. I return her gaze and speak deliberately. "For the rules to work, you need to actually use the words." I pause for emphasis. "Do you understand the rules?" "Yes," she says simply. "Are you comfortable with idea of undressing to your comfort level?" "Yes," she says. "Good." I break the eye contact and move towards the, door. "Then please do so and lie down on the table, face down, and cover yourself, again to your comfort level with the sheet." "What's going to happen?" she asks. Now there's a tentative note to her voice. She feels the control slipping out of her grasp and she's not sure when or how it will return. I pause before closing the door. "Do you remember the rules?" I ask. My voice isn't sharp, but neither is it coddling. "Yes..." she trails off. "That's what will happen," I answer simply. "You have complete control. You can stop anything that happens at any moment. Feel free to make use of your control. We can always resume once you give consent." I shut the door. --- I knock gently on the door. "Are you ready?" "Yes," comes the muffled response. I open the door. The maroon sheet comes midway up her back. She is lying face down on the table, her face in the cushioned cut out. She's still got her pink bra on and I'm sure there's a matching set of panties underneath the sheet. I smile. I knew she'd never get completely naked this quickly. But she's curious and the knowledge of that makes me shudder in anticipation. "Are you undressed to your comfort level?" I ask, walking around the table. I set up a small folding table in the corner and lay a second sheet across it and a bottle of massage oil. She breathes deeply and finally answers, "yes." "I am going to use my hands and some light massage oil and will be touching your skin." The devil is in the details. I remember to take my time and not rush things. "Are you ok with that?" I inquire. The dark skin of her arms breaks into gooseflesh and she can't suppress a slight shudder from running down her body. "Yes," she breathes. Her mind has clearly already started to play this out. I grin, wondering what her mind has had me doing to her in the few minutes I've been out of the room. "Remember, if you say no, I stop. No questions, no explanations, I simply stop. We can discuss things after you say no, but the moment you say no, my hands go into the air. Do you understand?" "Yes," she answers. To acquaint her body with my touch, I let my fingertips alight gently on her exposed shoulder. I brush them across the back of her neck, and across to the rise of the other shoulder, smiling as the gooseflesh follows the trail of my fingertips. I caress the soft down of her hairline and run my fingertips around the delicate shell of her ear. She shudders again and her breath catches. I'm going to uncover your back now," I murmur quietly near her ear. "Would you like me to continue?" She swallows hard before she answers. "Yes," she whispers. I draw the sheet back slowly, exposing the sweeping lines of her back, careful not to uncover the pink clad rise of panties that I glimpse underneath the soft dark sheet. Her skin is smooth and unblemished. There are softly defined ridges of muscle across her shoulders and down her spine. She's holding a lot of stress and tension in her shoulders and back. "May I undo the clasp of your bra? I would like to have unimpeded access to your entire back." She is silent for a moment. I wait patiently. After a full minute, she answers. "Yes." Gently, I undo the clasp and part the straps. I do not remove the shoulder straps but simply allow the sides of the bra to part and give me full access to the smooth expanse of her back and shoulder blades. I coat my palms and fingers in the jasmine scented light massage oil. First rubbing my palms together to warm the oil, I spread the warmed oil across her light brown skin. I slide my thumbs down along the taut muscles and then splay my fingers across the flat planes of her torso, playing across the warmed skin. Gradually, she starts to relax under my hands. I slide them up to the back of her neck and stroke the tight tendons lightly. I slip my fingers under the pale pink straps of the bra and slide them outwards, very slowly, waiting to see if she will say anything. "May I slide the straps of your bra out of the way?" By way of answer, she shrugs the strap over one shoulder. I don't touch her. She stops, realizing her omission. "Yes," she says quietly. I reach over and help her slip her arms out of the bra without exposing herself. I massage her shoulders and neck firmly, and she eases back into relaxation under my ministrations. I let my fingertips brush along the side swell of her breast as I work down her arms to her sides. She stiffens slightly but says nothing. I work down to the narrowing of her waist, letting my fingertips play across the small of her back, dipping just under the edge of the sheet to lightly brush the satin edge of her panties. She gasps and I run my flat palms up the expanse of her back and knead her back and shoulders firmly, in safer territory. The light perfume of the jasmine oil mixes with her own subtle scent - something near to sandalwood but lighter. I inhale deeply, enjoying the feel of her body under my hands, focusing on loosening the tension in her muscles. When I get to the small of her back, she sighs contentedly. I transition my hands to the sheet and stroke firmly down the outside of her thigh. She lies still, seeming to contemplate this change. My hands continue their transit up the back of her thigh and smoothly over the sheet and panty clad swell of her buttocks. As my hands broach the edge of the sheet, I tentatively slip my fingertips under the sheet edge and play them across the lace top of her panties. "No," she croaks hoarsely. My hands fly into the air and I step back from the table. I move to the head of the table and squat down. She raises her head a little bit and looks at me. I smile. "This is where we discuss," I say. "You said no when I went under the sheet." She nods. "Do you want me to stay on top of the sheet when it comes to the area you kept covered?" I ask tactfully. "Yes," she says. Her voice is still thick. "Is that all?" "Yes," she says again, nodding. She puts her face back into the cradle. I gently place one hand on the small of her back, flesh touching flesh, and one hand on the back of the thigh closest to me, over the sheet. I reacquaint her to my touch slowly. My open palms caress the swell of her buttocks and thighs and she sighs again, relaxing into the sensation. I continue the caress down the length of her firm, long legs. "May I lift the sheet to work on your legs?" I ask. I see her body shift slightly as she flexes her legs and rotates her ankles. "Yes." I lift the bottom of the sheet up and uncover her feet, and then calves, massaging them firmly as I work my way up. Her legs are strong and beautiful. The bands of muscles are smooth and taut. When I get the sheet worked up to her knees, I move back up and bring the top of the sheet midway up her back, so she doesn't feel too exposed. As my lightly oiled hands stroke and caress, I work the sheet up her thighs, firmly massaging their backs and sides but allowing my fingertips to lightly caress the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Her legs are still close together and while she is relaxing, she still holds herself tightly. Slowly, the sheet is just covering her panties. I pay particular attention to the backs of her upper thighs and the tight tendons of her outer thighs. "I'd like to move the sheet up higher now," I state simply. "Is that ok?" "Yes," she says. I push the sheet up onto her lower back slowly, exposing the satin clad curves. "So lovely," I murmur, catching myself as she shifts her body. I fold the sheet neatly across her back and reach over to the folding table for the second sheet. I drape the second sheet gently across her lower legs so she doesn't get chilled. Starting with my palms on the outside of her hips, I move them slowly but firmly up and over the pink swells. I stroke the large muscles firmly and then squeeze each cheek slowly, gently parting them and then firmly caressing them back together. I slip my thumbs under the satin and stroke the muscular globes firmly. I hear her sigh faintly. I repeat the stroke but allow my thumbs to slip higher up over the crest of her ass and hips. I work the material down an inch over the expanse of her hips and she raises her hips slightly to accommodate the motion. "I'd like to remove these now," I croak. My voice is thick with desire but this moment is not mine, it is hers and it will go at her speed. She lifts her hips in response but I keep my hands firmly against her sides until she finally answers, "Yes." I slip the pink panties down her hips quickly but gently, the sheet slipping to the floor in my haste. I replace the sheet across her legs. Not losing contact with her flesh for long, I resume massaging the large muscles of her upper thighs and buttocks and then up into her lower back. Her skin is heated and is like warmed silk under my hands. As she relaxes, I notice the scent of her arousal over the jasmine. My heart skips a beat and I feel my own body responding. I slide the second sheet back off of her legs and recover her whole body with the first sheet. She wiggles a little, relaxing even more and enjoying the feeling of the soft cotton covering her now naked body. I slip my hands under the sheet and continue to touch her, gently caressing without hesitation. I let my hands roam freely over her, down the side curve of her breast, to her narrow waist, across a plump curvy cheek, down a thigh, back up her inner thigh. Her thighs part incrementally with each pass and I lightly feather across the sensitive flesh but move firmly away before they make intimate contact. Completing the circuit, I move to the other thigh and then up over the other cheek, hip, waist, ribs, and breast. I complete this slow, languorous circuit several times, listening for the small quiet noises of her relaxation and pleasure. Finally, I bring my hands back up to the back of her neck and shoulders. "It's time to turn over onto your back now." I explain how I will hold the sheet so she can flip over unexposed. She flips the discarded bra off the table as she changes position. I have her scoot down the table so I can remove the face cradle. I slip a thin pillow under her head and a bolster under her knees. The muted light in the room makes her blink. "I'd like to shield your eyes," I say. I hold up a soft black sleeping eye mask. "Yes," she says and I slip the band over her head and the soft mask over her eyes. I keep the sheet pulled up to her shoulders and gently run my fingers across her collar bone, shoulders, and down her arms. I massage her upper pectoral muscles, letting my fingertips slip under the sheet and up the swell of her breasts. She makes no protest and her nipples stand out thick and erect under the sheet. I lick my lips but keep my fingers clear of those tantalizing peaks. Instead, I follow the curves around the sides and then down her ribs, careful not to inadvertently tickle her and make her jump. Sliding a hand across the plane and slight curve of her belly, I work the tension out of the intercostal muscles of the ribs and then down to her hips and fronts of her thighs. I follow the ridge of her hips into the tight groin tendons, and her thighs part, pulling the bolster up against her bottom as her knees spread to give me better access to the tight muscles. The rich scent of her arousal is intoxicating. The pulse in her groin is fast and strong, despite her relaxation. I force myself to breathe deeply and calm my own heart. Of course, inhaling deeply makes me more acutely aware of the delicious woman laid out underneath my hands. As I work the last vestiges of stress and tension out of her body, the movements of my hands under the sheet drag the top edge of the sheet down her body. I notice that the dark edge of her swollen nipples are visible. I close my eyes for a moment and make a decision. I tug purposefully on the sheet and then pause, exposing one dimpled and quite erect nipple. She takes a deep breath and holds it. I swallow hard, probably audibly. I tug the sheet again and expose the other breast entirely. "God you are so lovely," I whisper, my self control at its end. I lean over and breathe a warm breath across the nipple closest to me and she lets her breath out shakily. "Should I continue?" I ask. I can't keep up the pretense of calm control anymore. I know she can hear the desire making ragged edges of my voice. "Yes," comes the almost inaudible whisper. I drag the sheet slowly down to her waist. With my palms cupping the outside of her breasts, I let my thumbs rise up and brush across both nipples. She arches under my hands and a moan escapes her parted lips. I squeeze lightly and then more firmly. I bring my thumbs against the flats of each index finger and roll the delicious nipples gently, which elicits another moan, this time louder. I move to stand at the head of the table and drop down so my mouth is right by her ear. "I want to taste you now." She bites her bottom lip and breathes her consent. I lightly lick the delicate curve of her ear and then draw her earlobe between my teeth, grazing it gently. She shivers and the goose bumps rise all down her arms and breasts. I continue my exploration down the graceful curve of her neck and into the hollow of her collarbone. I kiss and lick and nibble around the swell of her breast, tactically avoiding her mouth watering nipple until I come around the sensitive underside and back up the swell. I dart the tip of my tongue across the sensitive tip of her nipple and it immediately becomes even more turgid and swollen. She gasps audibly as I wrap my lips around it and envelop the entire peak into the warmth of my mouth. I suck the sensitive flesh hard and flick the tip of my tongue rapidly over the peak until she cries out. I roll the other nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeeze gently. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she pulls me against her, arching into my mouth. I slip my hand down under the sheet and caress her inner thigh firmly. I can feel the damp heat radiating from her core. I kiss my way down her belly as my hand moves up and my fingers brush damp curls. I pause, and watch her face intently. She seems to realize why I am waiting. She whispers something, barely audible. I don't move. She struggles to make her hoarse voice heard. "Yes," she pants. "Yes." I slip my fingers into her silken heat. New Jersey Bound "Damn it" is all PJ could think. Delta flight 423 was going to be landing 2 hours late. Two more hours of wondering , thinking, going nuts waiting for Mike to show up. She absentmindedly reached and tossed her shoulder-length auburn curls to her back. She began fidgeting again. Crossing her legs; first the left on top, then switching them, she folded her arms across her lap, then, dropped them , tapping her fingers on her faded jeans. Finally, after a sigh of contempt for the waiting, she reached out and grabbed the first magazine she saw. 'Vacationing in New Jersey'. That title brought a smile to her face. She had no desire to vacation in New Jersey. Way too many people there from what she had seen so far. She was more the camping type. More the type to run thru the woods, in tight denim cutoffs and a man's sleeveless ribbed t-shirt with no bra on. Just to feel the cook breeze on her skin and hear the crickets singing. She loved the outdoors, walking through the woods, fishing, and sleeping under the stars, all done nude if at all possible. Her love of the outdoors would shine in her eyes when she talked of her cabin at the lake in Ohio. PJ flipped through the magazine and still somewhat agitated, tossed it back on the disarrayed stack on the table, where she found it. Crossing her legs and arms, she sat there, bouncing her leg nervously, her mind began to wonder again, back to how they met at this chat-site on the internet. Just chatting at first. Then somehow, they ended up talking on a chat program for hours on end. The topics varied from day to day, everything from furniture he made, marriages, trust, kids, music, to discussing jobs. It was their game of Truth or Dare, while chatting, that seemed to keep them both on edge most of the time. The incessant teasing, and pushing the envelope, yet, never crossing that line and actually having cyber sex. That is what drove her crazy. As she sat there thinking about all of the dares, she realized that she was becoming wet yet again, because of this man. "Damn it!" she thought. Looking at her watch, 4:15 p.m. another hour to wait for him. Another hour to wonder what he would think when they did finally meet. She reached up and held her auburn curls in both hand, pulling her hair back again. Glancing down at what she chose to wear, she thought, I had to wear this, this is all that I have ever worn when talking to him, except for the late night talks in my jammies. She brushed a spec of lint from her pale green satin top and it fell on her faded jeans. Again, she brushed it, to knock it off of her thigh. As she brushed it off her jeans, her mind went back to when he came into the chat room and did a slow virtual strip tease for her in front of everyone. If he only knew how erotic he was that night. Hell, for that matter, every night they talked. The other women whispering to her about how excited his words even made them.. "Oh damn, girl, who is that Jackson Browne that is stripping in here for you?", came Angel's first comment. And how much they enjoyed watching him, and seeing her speechless. She replayed every line he sent her the black attire, slowly unzipping, turning from her and lifting his shirt off. God, how hot it had her that night. She sat there for what seemed 5 minutes, in her trance, smiling out the window. The sound of a man's soft voice saying "PJ, aren't you even going to say hi?" brought her back to reality. She looked up, and there in-front of her was this handsome man, dressed in all black, with his carry on bag, the strap slung over his tight shoulder. Those baby blue eyes sparked as he smiled from ear-to-ear, knowing he had caught her in an erotic day-dream. She blushed as she stood up smiling back at him. Before she could speak, he put his free arm around her waist, leaned into her, and kissed her deeply. She could only put her arm around his neck and return the kiss. "Hello Jackson," she managed to squeak out after he finally released her mouth. Jokingly she said "I was expecting Mike to appear, with his white shirt, tie, and dress pants. Never expected to see Jackson Browne show up!" "Well, when I travel, I like to be comfortable. I thought about other outfits, but, this one seemed the most appropriate for our meeting." He replied as he slipped his arm around her waist. They walked together to retrieve his luggage making small talk of the trip each had to get to there. "You were a million miles away when I came off of the plane. Truth or Dare." He nudged her as he spoke. Smiling, she replied, "Truth." "Where were you when I arrived. What were you thinking about?", he asked. "Oh, just thinking about this dancer I met in the room." She said light-heartedly. They arrived at her Toyota in the parking lot, loaded his luggage, and both climbed in. When she started the car, the CD in the player began with the horns, the very well know beat, 'You can leave your hat on'. Mike reached over and squeezed her thigh as they pulled out of the lot. The weather was great for having the car opened up, windows down, moon roof open….and the radio up loud. As they pulled onto the turn-pike, the traffic came to an instant stop…. One of those infernal traffic jams New Jersey is known for. PJ put it in neutral, and turned the radio down a bit, so they could talk more. Mike yawned, and said he was a bit wrung out from not sleeping well the past few night, and being at the airport since 5 that morning. She reached over him and pulled the lever beside his seat and he fell back. Laughing, she said, " I am the one that drove for 8 hours to get here, and a little older than you, and here you are needing a nap" He just smiled at her and told her, "I will make it up to you, besides, it's your fault I didn't sleep. I was thinking a thousand thought about us finally meeting." Then he closed his eyes, and almost instantly dozed off. The traffic jam lasted about an hour. Inching forward every few minutes, she thought how glad she was they only needed to get to the next exit. "Let's make a night to Remember" came on, and she turned to him and smiled, she couldn't stop her eyes from him pleasant look on his face, his goatee, then lower. His chest moved slowly as he slept. He stirred a bit, and she quickly turned her head forward. Hoping he didn't catch her watching him sleep. After a couple of seconds she glanced back at him. His pleated pants, black….the leather black shoes. He sighed in his sleep, and she smiled a bit, and realized that he was completely out of it. She looked out the window and saw the sign finally for the exit they needed. And again traffic stopped. Damn, she thought. She turned to see if the stopping had bothered her snoozing passenger. Chuckling to herself, she couldn't help but notice something was bothering him, but, NOT the stopped traffic. At some point in his sleep, he must have had a very nice dream. The pleats in his pants were stretched to their limit. He stirred gain, and again she turned her head to the front. Mike breathed deep slow breathes again…….as he went back to that deep undisturbing sleep. She reached over and let her hand rest on his thigh. Lightly rubbing it, feeling the shape, the contours of his muscles. As they sat there locked in a seas of cars, she took the liberty of touching his chest…..lightly, with her nails running softly over that black shirt. The feel of her fingers hitting the slopes and small valleys of his muscles makes her visualize that damn dance again. This time with more passion, being able to see his body better than ever. The thought of this man next to her stripping aroused her. She felt her nipples tighten up as she drifted back to that dance. Seeing him dance with nothing on but his pants half unzipped, no shirt, made her instantly wet. She adjusted in her seat a bit, to try and bring herself back to the real world. But, she couldn't stop seeing this man dancing …..swaying his hips, his hand on his own body, lightly touching his chest. She hadn't realized it but, her hand had slipped from his chest to his stomach, and was lightly tickling him with her nails, stroking his stomach from side to side, up to his chest, then back down to his belt. She noticed the cars around her had shut their engines off as she came to. And asked the driver next to them what was going on. He replied, the was a small wreck ahead and we would all be there for quite some time. PJ shut the engine off and turned the key so the radio would continue playing. She let her seat lay back a bit and reached back over to Mike again and continued the soft touch to his chest and stomach, wondering if it helped him rest better. Leave your hat came on the player again transcended her to that dance, those hips, the pants lose at the top, seeing only a small portion of his briefs, his stomach, him sucking on her finger. Her hand began to roam once again, his chest, then his stomach, back to his chest. Her hand brushing harder at times, the times she thought of seeing his briefs, seeing the muscles in his back constrict as he moved his hips for her. She let her hand graze over his stomach lower not realizing it. She heard a soft tinkling noise and assumed it was something outside blowing by the car on the passenger side, and didn't even open her eyes. Just instantly drifted back to his dance. She felt him stir a bit, and just let her hand lay motionless on his stomach. Keeping his vision in her mind, she waited half there, for him to stop moving so she could again touch him. Tapping against the belt as she touched him was a nice barrier. An automatic return switch in her head. She saw him in her mind, with her own finger in his mouth, slowly sucking it ….and then letting it softly slide back out. Then a flash of him in those briefs, aroused. Reaching for her hand, placing it on himself. God she thought, I wish he hadn't left the room as quickly as he had. The feel of his hardness in her hand seemed so real right them. She wanted to grip him, touch all of him. She stirred in her seat once more. The seam in her jeans was saturated, she could tell as she moved one leg, and placed it behind the gear shift to open legs and be more comfortable there. A soft moan came from Mike, and she looked over at him. There he lay, eyes open, smiling at her. His pull-over was off. How?? When??? She thought. Then she saw her own hand, it had taken his hard cock and was slowly stroking, teasing him. His pants had been pushed to his ankles. His briefs there too. Startled at the sight, she started to remove her hand as her face turned crimson. Mike reached down and stopped her from leaving his body. "Oh, such a nice way to be awakened PJ. You haven't heard a word I have said to you for the past 10 minutes girl!" he chuckled. He reached over and undid her pants, and let his hand slip into her panties. His fingers slid between her lips with the first trip. She was swollen already. Her passion was deep, and her hips moved on their own to meet his hand's motion. They both lay there, the music soft and sensual in the back ground, and touched, caressed and felt each other for what seemed an eternity. The deeper he pushed his hand into her jeans, the harder she gripped him, and the faster she stroked. Then he would stop, not moving his fingers or hand at all, and wait to see how long it would take her hips to rise in need of his fingers in her deeper. Within seconds PJ would answer his mental question. He thrust his fingers into her deep. And she responded with her hand around him… her thumb slowly grazing over the very slick tip. Mike reached down and held her hand still and told her she had to stop or he would explode right there. PJ lightened her touch on him but refused to stop. She pushed his hand deeper into her pants wanting release from these months of agony when she left his words. She had to have him make her cum. The semi behind them blasted his horn. Jumping in her seat, she looked in the rear view mirror and out the windshield and realized the traffic was moving with out them. Both were red faced and laughing as they both quickly fastened their pants and she put the car in first to pull forward. Within a few seconds they were grid locked again, only this time the car on Mike's side kept looking their way. He just smiled at them and laid back for a short nap again. "Think we better behave this time. We have company," he said as he smiled and pointed his thumb to the watching car. Traffic broke up after yet another hour, and she slowly made her way to the hotel he was registered in. she thought it's a good thing he told me what hotel before we both left. As they pulled into the hotel parking lot, she reached over and placed her hand on his thigh, softly shook him and said, "Hey, sleepy head, we are at your hotel." He sat up like she had hit him with a stun gun. The first thing he said was "Owwwwww" as he reached to adjust his still tight pants. She laughed and told him he seemed deep in a dream and she didn't want to distract him from it. Mike's face reddened a bit, and as he was climbing out of the car told her, "Yeah, well that was your fault too!" He checked into his room at the desk, and they proceeded elevator to go to the 8th floor. When the doors closed and we were alone again, he dropped both pieces of luggage, and took hers from her hand setting it on the floor also. Pinning her to the wall of the elevator, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her forcefully to him. Their lips met once again, and this time they both moaned softly as their tongues came together. ~Ding~ The elevator reached the eighth floor. The doors started to open and he hit the close door button. Looked deep into her eyes, and kissed her again. Her hands roamed over his taunt back and pulled him to her chest as tight s possible. She felt herself getting warmer by the second. And the first kiss had caused her nipples to harden, this one, Ohhhh god …….this kiss had cause her whole body to tremble somewhat. His hands on her back, lowered to her backside, he ran his hands over her behind firmly. Then kneading her cheeks, pulling her to his again excited groin. ~Ding~ Again the door opened and they both smiled and almost ran out of the elevator towards his room. He pulled the plastic key from his pocket and slipped it in the slot. No green light. Again he tried it. again the red light. The key wouldn't work. He knocked on the door and an older man opened it. Shocked, they just stood there laughing. The gentleman called the front desk for them. And with apologies from the manager they were bumped to a better room. The bell boy brought the new key to a room on the 2nd floor. He asked the bell boy if it had been tried yet. He assured both that the room was in fact empty and the key had been checked. As they reached the elevator, he held her arm and pulled PJ back. The bell boy held the door for both of them and Mike told him, "Go on, I left something in the other gentleman's room I think." PJ knew we left nothing there, and wondered why he had told him that. Mike stepped to the second elevator and pushed the down button. " I didn't want to spend the next minute in a small room with you and have anyone else there," you said smiling. The doors close and PJ's bag dropped to the floor, before he could get the shoulder strap off of his shoulder, she stepped to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and back, she began kissing softly on his neck, biting at it. PJ's head rose to his ear, with out cheeks softly rubbing together. Her warm breath crosses Mike's ear as she tenderly run her tongue over the lobe, drawing it into her mouth. ~Ding~ The doors open and she lowered her leg that was wrapped around his hip….smiled and exited with her bag. The green light flashes on the lock, and they both heard the other exhale a soft sigh of relief. The door opens to a very nice room all in cream, teal and a soft peach. The brass king sized bed is stacked with pillows of different shapes, colors and textures. The small table is adorned with a peach table cloth and a candle in the middle of it. On the cherry dresser sits an ice bucket with a small bottle of wine….and an note of apology from the Manager. As I turn to the bubbling noise beside me, I see the hot tub has been filled and awaits one of our many excursions in it ~S~ New Jersey Club I decided to stop in this bar in New Jersey for a drink. OK, I drove two hours to this particular club. There was a band playing and everyone seems to be rocking. Particularly this girl up front; while she wasn't actually on the dance floor, but she was moving like she wanted to be out there. She was near this table with one guy sitting at it, who seemed to be enjoying the band, but wasn't interested in dancing. The table had stuff on it that made it look like the band sat there between sets. The girl kept trying to get this guy to dance and every time he turned her down, some of the band members would laugh. She was a slim redhead who was definitely built for speed. Not many curves but she could move what was there. And in that dress, she looked hot; so I decided to take a shot at it. It looked like she was really tossing back her drink, so I decided to check out the tables near the bathrooms, figuring that she would need to go there at some point. I was in luck as the table closest to the hallway was empty; so I took it over and sat down to think about the next step. The club was dark and with the light in the hallway, it would be hard for anyone to notice what was happening at this table. I caught the waitresses eye and asked what the girl was drinking, pointing down front. She said it was a tall coke so I knew she was driving and he was the one getting hammered. I ordered a coke in a tall glass, just in case, and an Absolute on the rocks with a twist for myself. When they got to my table, I sat back to enjoy the show. I could tell that she was enjoying herself, but that she really wanted something else. Her husband looked oblivious to her antics as she got more and more turned on watching the band. Finally, she headed to the bathroom, coming right past me. I took a deep breath counted to 20 and stood up. I needed to time this just right. I knew she would come back this way and get right back into the band, instead of watching where she was walking. I caught her opening the door and I put my foot out and caught her foot with it. As she started to go down, I caught her. I watched her eyes open wide as she recognizes me, but I kissed her before she could speak. I could feel her arm going around me and she sighed into my mouth. When I pulled away, her eyes were closed and there was a smile on her face. I pulled her back into the darkness as I stood her up, brought her tight to me and kissed her again. I took her hair in one hand and pulled her head back, so I could get to her neck. The other hand was cupping her ass, so I could grind my pelvis into her. I moved her a little to the side as I brought my hand around the front of her and slipped my hand up her leg, under her dress. She moaned and pushed her hips forward as I rubbed her pussy through her panties. I could feel the heat as I moved my hand down between her legs. She spread her legs a little as I moved her panties aside so I could slide my finger along her pussy lips. She was hot and wet and really felt good. Her hand was rubbing the front of my pants as I slipped a finger inside her. I worked it in and out of her as she pulled my zipper down to get my cock out of my pants. She moaned as she felt the heat from my cock on her hand. I used her hair as a control so I could get to her ears and bite the lobes. I pulled away from her, turned her around and bent her over the table. I continued to use her hair to keep her pinned to the table as I flipped her dress up over her ass and pulled her thong aside. I used my knees to get between her legs as I lined myself up with her pussy. I rubbed my head up and down several times before I stopped at her opening. I pushed just the head in and stopped. She was so tight I had to let her relax a little before I could any further. When she started to move her hips, I shoved forward while holding her still. I heard her grunt as I drove into her and hit bottom. The band was still playing and her husband had no idea that I was in the back of the club fucking her. I started to move again and stroke in and out. She had a clear view of the band and her husband as I kept going. I used a little of her fluid on my thumb, so I could slide it in her asshole. That was all it took to drive her over the edge, as she gripped the table and came very hard. Her pussy was clenching my cock as she continued to cum, and it put me close to top. I slipped out of her, pulled her off the table and made her kneel on the floor in front of me. I took control of her hair again as I put my cock against her lips. She opened her mouth and I pushed in as far as I could go. I knew she could taste herself on me as she moved her tongue on the underside of my cock. I pulled out a little and she started to suck on my head. I pushed in a final time and groaned as I started to cum in her mouth. I moved back so that my cum would coat her tongue, instead of going straight down her throat. I shot several times before I was done and let go of her hair. I sat down in the chair behind me as my cock popped out of her mouth as she worked on swallowing what I had given her. Some how, we didn't spill either of the drinks, so I reached for them as she stared up at me. I handed her the coke, raised my glass toward her, and said my first words to her, "Hello, Shelley." I grinned at her as I took a drink. She finished what was in her mouth before she took a drink, and then I put out a hand to help her up off the floor. She looked quickly toward the stage, and then smiled back at me. "Damn that was good." "I think I'll stick around awhile, if you want to cum again..." She twisted her head and stuck out her tongue at my joke, as she straightened her panties and dress and then headed back to her table. She was almost there with her coke, when the set ended... New Jersey Massage This is another true story which began while I was on vacation on Hilton Head Island a couple of years ago. (Look at Hilton Head Massage.) My sexual experiences in the past have been usually conservative and I have tried being faithful to my boyfriend. One night stands are definitely not my style, but a massage from an older black man at the hotel spa on Hilton Head had gone way beyond professional. Something about the sexual experience had struck a nerve with me and had become a recurring fantasy to relive it. It had been over a year since I met Alan on Hilton Head Island for my massage. My relationship with my boyfriend had been growing stronger during that time and it was possible we would end up getting married. He had given me a ring but we had not officially become engaged. I never told him how my massage had gotten out of control. Some readers have given me feedback that I should tell him, or that he might have even liked that it happened, but that is not him at all. Part of me felt guilty, but I had never regretted it had happened and thinking about it always turns me on. It had been the first and only time I had been with a black man and what was intended to have been only a nice professional massage had turned into one of the most thrilling experiences of my life. I thought I would never see Alan again; that had been the first and only time I had been to Hilton Head. While it had been a nice vacation, I doubted we would return anytime soon. When the opportunity to attend a business conference on Hilton Head Island came up, I will admit the thoughts of getting another massage from Alan immediately crossed my mind. I had carefully thought about what still attracted me to even considering a repeat performance. I was absolutely not romantically motivated. The sex had been intense and unbelievable, but I wondered how much of that had been "lightning in a bottle," a one time thing that would be difficult to repeat. There had been the unplanned surprise and ongoing allure of being with a black man, to some level within my innermost thoughts still a forbidden thing. I was certain the spontaneity had contributed to my consent. If I had walked into my massage thinking sex was a possibility, I know it never would have happened, realizing the paradox. Finally, I also realized even though I had only just met Alan that time, I had felt safe and comfortable with him. With a stranger, usually I would feel the opposite. I speak at a variety of technical conferences. The conference to be held on Hilton Head was easy to justify from a business perspective. I had kept Alan's card from last time. I had thought about sending him a message shortly after I got back home, but ended up deciding it would be better to just let it go. I thought about it for a week before deciding to contact him and let him know I would be coming back. I sent him an e-mail reminding him who I was and telling him the week the conference was going to occur. While I was not yet certain of the trip, I wanted to see if he was going to be around. I got a reply the very next day which was very warm and inviting. His comments included "of course I remember you!" and it would be great to see me again. However, he told me that he and his family had moved to New Jersey because his wife's mother was very ill and they wanted to be near her as it looked like she did not have that much longer to live. They had been there since winter and had bought a house and gotten jobs as they really had no idea how long they would be there. Alan was doing massages at one of the fancy New York Hotels and his wife was working as a nurse. I replied to Alan I was glad to hear from him and explained I come to New York from time to time (which was true). I would let him know when I was coming back that way, but I wondered whether this was just a good reason to just forget the urge and keep it part of my memories. A few months later I needed to visit a supplier in New Jersey. With Alan working out of New York City, I wasn't sure if I could work it out or not. I sent another message telling Alan I would be coming and some of the travel details so he would know what time constraints I had. He seemed enthused and mentioned the hotel he was working at so I could get an appointment, but he gave me another option if it was more convenient. He lived about 30 minutes from New York and had been doing massages at his home on days he was not working in the city. He was leaving it my choice, but doing it out of the house would be less costly as he only gets a fraction of the money they charge at the hotel. I wondered how it would work out with his wife being around. As if he had read my mind, the next comment in his message mentioned he was not sure what day my schedule would allow, but his wife worked long shifts on Wednesday and Thursday. It seemed he was hoping I would pick one of those days, but he also said the other days would be fine and he was sure we could work something out. After looking at the map, it would be much easier for me to do the massage out of the house rather than going through New York City. I don't know if he thought I was trying to save money, but I do well financially and money did not enter into the choice at all. I decided to fly out in the morning, meet with my customer for a couple of hours that same afternoon, have the obligatory dinner and then finish our business the next morning. After all this complicated scheduling mess, I told Alan I thought I could get out to his place on Wednesday afternoon. He thought that would be great and would plan to finish up early and meet me. It was a really hot day, perhaps about 90 degrees and humid, but no surprise in the middle of June. I finished my meetings and went back to my hotel to change and check out. I was wearing beige shorts and a lightweight white tank top; it probably looked like I was going to go out to the golf course. I had arranged a late checkout and the timing was really working out well. To say I was anticipating meeting him again would be an understatement. I wondered whether I would feel the same way. During the drive to Alan's house, I had all kinds of mixed feelings and guilt again, but also I was getting horny. It was the forbidden aspect that was intriguing, knowing there was a strong chance we would end up having sex, but also the safety of him being a known quantity without any strings or implications. I got on the road for what would be about an hour drive. I arrived around 3:30 pm and walked up to the door. Alan's house was in a nice middle class neighborhood, something close to what I grew up in. They had a nicely kept up colonial and from an attitude and environment aspect, so far so good for my "nervous factor." I was surprised when the door was answered by a young man who looked to be in his early 20's. "Hi, you must be Beth. I'm AJ, come on in." "Nice to meet you." He told me his Dad was running late. He got backed up at the spa and he would arrive in about an hour. He was very apologetic on his father's behalf, but I realized it was my own fault. Alan had no way to contact me to let me know as I had not given out my cell phone number. AJ said his Dad had hoped I would wait, but he would understand if I did not have time. I felt really dumb. Somehow when you imagine these things it always works out smoothly and I had not thought about dumb things such as traffic or delays. AJ said his Dad had called about 5 minutes ago, and he would call again when he was ready to leave. I was a little disoriented and I tried to think. I noticed my surroundings while I thought about my options. There were several pictures around the house and I saw one with Alan and his nice looking family. His wife looked to be in her 50's; you could tell she had been very pretty in her day. It looked like AJ was the baby of the family as the other son looked to be in his 30's. I was good on time. Really I had nothing else going on, so I decided to wait for Alan. AJ had answered the door in a pair of shorts and a flowing baggy silk shirt. He said he had been out vacuuming the swimming pool and said his dad wanted me to be comfortable. He could turn on the TV or some music. He also said I was welcome to use the pool and asked if I had a bathing suit. It just so happened I had a couple of bathing suits in my bag. This was my 'emergency kit' in case Alan's wife was there. I trusted what Alan had told me, but what if she was home sick that day? I thought to wear a bikini for at least the start of the massage this time to give me the option of control if I ended up deciding I only wanted a massage. Who knows, maybe I would not have the same attitude the second time around. With an hour to kill, I thought getting some sun would be a great idea, so I thanked AJ for the option of using the pool. He said if I wanted to change, I could leave my things in the massage room which was down the basement, first door on the right. I went down to change as he suggested and I noticed the room was much nicer than I expected in a private home. It was very bright and ultra-clean. He had a professional massage table in the middle of the room and there was a shower stall in the corner of the room - very nice. I was glad to have brought more than one swim suit. I had bought a "mix and match" bikini with multiple tops and bottom styles to select from. I had brought all white, both a conservative and a thong bottom, and a conservative and more revealing top. When I say conservative, I should qualify that neither the top nor bottom were old lady style, they showed a lot but still preserved a little modesty. I had intended to wear the thong and small top if it was only Alan in the house, but the other ones if his wife had been around. With everything that had happened and Alan's son as my host, I opted for the more conservative set. The bikini bottom was cut high up on the hip, but was fairly wide in coverage on the front and back. The top tied on the neck and on the back, and as I looked myself over in the mirror I thought I looked pretty good for 33 years old. I am pretty with blond hair and green eyes and in good shape from running. I have a lean 115 pound build on a 5'7" frame. My 34C – 23 -34 figure was in good shape from running and although I was not dark, I had a decent tan for me even though I had some tan lines. The white suit showed off my tan well. I went upstairs and out to the pool where AJ looked to be finishing up vacuuming the pool and putting the equipment away. They had a nice built-in pool and although the houses were close together, there were a lot of trees and a high wooden fence providing a high degree of privacy. I should describe AJ. I cannot say he looked like his dad much. He was about 6 feet and lean. He had the shaved head look which was really common these days for black men. His skin color was significantly lighter than Alan; from the picture he might have gotten that from his mother. He was very polite, articulate but soft spoken. "Would you like something to drink?" He offered a variety of beverages and in the heat, beer sounded best. He gave me a towel and I laid it out on one of the chaise lounges facing the sun. As I lay back, I thought it was working out pretty well despite the fact Alan had been delayed. AJ came out with a couple of beers and asked if I would mind if he joined me by the pool, he had intended to swim and relax after he had finished the pool. "Oh, I think it is OK for you to use the pool at your own house." I was laughing. He pointed to sunscreen on the table and just said "if you need it". I thought both the drink and the sunscreen were very gracious. "Thanks. I will probably want the sunscreen a little later." He unbuttoned his shirt and I could see his lean frame was also muscular, but not bulky. What I thought were shorts when he answered the door was actually a somewhat clingy, black swim suit. Not a Speedo type, this one was a stretch material like Lycra but it had thicker material than a Speedo and had legs that went a little down on the thighs. It was revealing, but not grossly so. I was enjoying the sun and the nice cold Corona he had brought out. From my conversations with Alan last time, I knew AJ was going to school in engineering, but I thought it would sound a little weird if I knew that much about him. It soon came out anyway as we talked. We talked about how school was going; he was in electrical engineering, I had been in chemical. We talked about our schools and although it was obvious I was older, maybe someone would have been guessed about 5 years when in reality it was more like 12 years. I found out he was on the track team, which explained his lean build. We talked for a while about running as I had also run track in school and still run these days to stay in shape. In this regard he was like his father being a good conversationalist, not overbearing; surprising for someone his age to listen and not just wait to talk. When he found out I was just in town for a couple of days, he said "that was a long way to come for a massage." I said, "I met your father in Hilton Head. I was going back and tried to schedule an appointment, but he had sent me an e-mail that he had moved. I explained it was just a coincidence that I also visit New Jersey on business. So here I am." I flipped over to lie on my stomach after about 10 minutes; the sun was very strong and I did not want to burn. AJ asked if I wanted any sunscreen and I said I was trying to even out my color a little. We continued to talk and I learned AJ stood for Alan Junior, although he jokingly begged me not to call him that. I said if he did not call me Elizabeth or Liz, I would be happy to oblige. After another 10 minutes or so, I was ready for some sunscreen, but I kept it to myself and asked if it was OK to cool off in the pool. He replied, "Absolutely, would you like another beer?" "Thanks, that would be great." I climbed in while he went inside. The water felt great, but very cold. I was not in very long, just enough to cool off. I climbed out about the same time AJ was coming out with more beer. He said "That was quick." I replied, "The water is cold and I really wanted to get more sun anyway." As I was walking toward the chairs, I caught my reflection in the patio door glass. To my shock, I realized the thin white material of my wet suit was giving a pretty good show. I had never worn this suit before and I had not tested the wet factor. You just assume that a normal bathing suit is designed to handle water. Fortunately at least, I was shaved under my bikini line, but my hard nipples from the water were pretty prominently displayed. AJ must have noticed. Because of my predicament, I decided to lie on my stomach. The towel on the chair would help dry off my suit a little. We continued to chat. AJ had been back from school for a few weeks and his dad wanted him to find a job. I laughed when he admitted he had been trying to stall, but had started working about 10 days ago as a bartender. After a couple of minutes while we were talking, AJ asked if I was ready for sunscreen. "No problem though, just trying to be a good host and keep out of trouble with my dad." I laughed and said I would not turn him in. I thought about whether to just flip over and apply it first on my front, but I was not sure if my nipples had calmed down yet. AJ sat up and started to rub the lotion on my lower back. His hand ran along the line of my bikini bottom and along my lower back and sides. He said, "Would you like to leave your top the way it is or untie it to avoid lines?" I had thought about that myself and I wanted to avoid more lines anyway. I would have normally untied it, but I did not want to give him any wrong ideas. I reached back to untie the back strap and left the neck alone. He quickly smoothed in the sunscreen without making a big deal out of it which scored points with me. AJ then asked whether I wanted sunscreen on my legs or if I would rather do it myself. I thought to myself that this young guy had very good instincts and maturity. Because I thought he would not take any of this as something more than applying sunscreen, I told him, "Thanks for asking, that would be nice." Again he did not make a big production out of it, but I had probably not realized my own reactions to being rubbed high up on my legs. I had forgotten how my thoughts had been drifting during the drive to their house and how horny I had been while I anticipated Alan's massage. So even though he was just trying to not miss spots, I had to admit that when his hands were on my thighs near my bikini I could feel myself tensing up. I had not thought about the fact the bikini bottom was cut high on the hips, so when he smoothed the sunscreen, he as touching a good portion of my butt. I was relieved when he finished even though it had only taken a short time. I guess it had been about 30 minutes total since I arrived at the house and about that time the phone rang. AJ walked inside to get it, and while I could not hear everything, I could hear him say, "Beth is here now; she is out by the pool. Would you like to talk to her?" AJ had come out and given me the phone. I noticed he was now carrying a little bulge and I suspected it must have been from the sunscreen application. Alan apologized profusely for being so late; his last client was just showering and he would get on the road as quickly as he could. He asked if I was OK and if AJ was being a good host. I said, "AJ had been a perfect gentleman and I was just relaxing by the pool having a beer." Alan sounded relieved I had not just left and thought he would arrive anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour depending on how long his client took to get dressed and traffic. I told him not to worry; timing would not be a problem. He sounded relieved again. I had sit up to take the call, halfway up realizing my top was untied. I had been holding my arm over my top to keep it from falling off while I held the phone. When I handed the phone back to AJ, I noticed that I had not been entirely successful and he probably had caught a look at some part of my breast. I needed to use both hands as I lay back down and he probably saw more of my breast hanging while I was lying back down. I told AJ his dad was still going to be a while. I realized he probably had other places to be and unless he was uncomfortable leaving me alone, he did not have to wait. He said he was just hanging around the house anyway and did not have to work until later. It looked like AJ was bothered by something. He was acting sheepish and finally asked if I would not to tell his father about him putting on my sunscreen. He thought his dad would get upset if he had been anything less than on good behavior with one of his clients. I laughed and told him not to worry. I did not think his dad would have that reaction, but I would keep the secret. I had the impression AJ respected his father, but there was also a little bit of fear too. There is probably a more complicated story, but suffice to say that relationships between parents and children are frequently complex. I lifted up a little to reach for my beer and noticed AJ was trying to look without being too obvious about it. I reached back to tie my top and flip over and put sunblock on my front. AJ had also been using sunscreen; although mine was an SPF15, he was using a 4 which was more of oil. AJ was reaching back to put the oil on his own back. It was a little awkward, but to be polite I asked whether he wanted me to put the lotion on his back. There was nothing sexual about it, just common courtesy and reciprocating for his treatment of me. He hesitated for a moment and then said, "If you don't mind." New Jersey Massage Very similar to the way he did me, I did not make a big production out of it. He looked lean and sinewy; I could feel he had not a bit of fat. I asked if he wanted me to do his legs as he had done for me. "Yes, thank you." As I was finishing the phone rang again and as AJ got up to get it, it was obvious the bulge in his suit was larger. The clingy material of his suit showed that his dick was pointed upward at an angle. It was Alan again. He was in the car but was in gridlock trying to get out of the city. He guessed it would be more like an hour. AJ had wrapped a towel around his waist while he was talking, he was obviously embarrassed. After he hung up the phone, he said he was sorry about that. I told him to relax and he should not worry; I would worry when the day comes I don't get that reaction anymore. I said everything in a joking manner which seemed to put him at ease, which was of course my intent. He said, "That is easy for you to say." I laughed and told him, "Now you know how I felt when I got out of the pool in my wet suit and again when I sat up to take the phone falling out of my top." He sort of had a sheepish look on his face and said, "I am sorry if I was staring, but you look great in that bikini. I did enjoy your accidents." I laughed, "You rat." I suggested we both relax a little, I will try and not be embarrassed and he should try and do the same. I said, "Look, if you are worried about your father, I will tell him you stayed in the house while I was out by the pool." I am not sure if it was good or bad, but that remark apparently hit home with AJ; his whole demeanor changed. "That is a relief. I don't need any hassles with him right now. We are having a little disagreement over paying for school this fall and I don't need any more arguments." He seemed to relax and laid the towel back down on the chaise lounge. I tried not to stare and I was glad to have my sunglasses on, but when he sat down, his hard-on had subsided a little but was still prominent. If he had been wearing a Speedo, I suspect a little would have stuck out over the top. What a scene – a 21 year old black man is sitting there with an erection with a 33 year old blond having some equipment (bikini) malfunctions. He asked if I wanted another beer and as he went in to get them I flipped back over to lie on my stomach and untied my top again. AJ came back with the beers. I was really grateful in this heat. When I reached up to drink, I lifted up a little and I saw AJ was trying to be nonchalant but was looking pretty hard to get a peek. I took a good long drink of the beer and lay back down. With my head to the side, I could see that AJ had gone back to his earlier state of arousal. We were quiet for a few minutes, just relaxing and finishing our beers. AJ noticed and said, "On a day like this, beer sure hits the spot. Are you ready for another?" I said it was my turn to get them. I did not like being waited on. "No way Beth, in this house you are a guest." He went back in and I continued to be impressed by his manners. That was short lived, I know he was joking, but the next thing I knew he placed the can on my lower back. I was surprised and yelped, while reaching back. When I did that, my breasts were essentially exposed. I could have handled the cold if I had not been surprised. I realized the show I was giving as I laid back down. "Sorry Beth, I was just kidding around and couldn't resist. But I am sorry; I did not mean to surprise you like that." I laughed, "Don't worry about it, no blood, no foul. But you may never know when I might retaliate." We were chatting a little more on various subjects. I asked how he liked bartending. I had done that for a little while in my younger days. He said the money and tips were really good. I asked what kind of a place it was and he replied that it was a dance club. "Oh really, what kind of music?" He hesitated for a moment, and then said it was a strip club. While he seemed embarrassed about it, I was more casual; telling him I thought it was no big deal. It is not easy to find a summer job and "What the hell, as long it is decent money." We talked about it a little more. I have been to strip clubs a few times. Some boyfriends had wanted me to go and I had been out a few times with friends too. I am not a veteran of strip clubs, but it had been fun the few times I have gone. I asked how big the place was, what kind of crowd, that kind of thing. I learned it was not a seedy place and also not one of the 'upscale" places either. He said it was maybe half and half blue collar and white collar and the dancers were about 50-50 black and white. He finally said he thought I was really cool; other women he talked too about his job had been dismissive and judgmental. Despite him being around strippers, I still saw he was trying to catch a look at my boobs whenever I would reach for my beer. We had been drinking a bit by now and I needed to use the restroom. I reached back and retied my top while AJ told me where it was. I looked in the mirror while I was in the bathroom. I did not care how much he had been around strippers; I was convinced that my breasts were as good as anyone's. When I came out of the bathroom, AJ was in the kitchen. "Another beer Beth?" I am a decent drinker for a woman and on a hot day like this, I was grateful for his ongoing supply. We knocked cans as a mini-toast and headed back out. AJ sat down on the chair while I took a quick dip in the pool. I really did not swim much, after a short time I felt quite refreshed. When I climbed out and headed back to my chair, I knew from before that this suit was giving AJ a good show. I could feel my nipples were hard from the cold water and the thin material did not leave too much to the imagination. He had been very polite all day, so even though my original show was unintended, I was content to let him look while I walked back. I took my towel off the chair and used it to dry off my hair a little before sitting back down. AJ was sitting with his leg toward me bent so I did not see whether I had an effect on him and I wondered whether he was trying to hide his condition. I told AJ that this had been a nice day and I was enjoying the pool, sun, beers and our talk. I said it is not so common for young guys to be so mature. He surprised me by saying, "What do you mean young guy? How old do you think I am?" I did not answer, but when I asked him how old he thought I was, he replied 'about 25', I told him he was very sweet and a charmer. He was very defensive, "No really, how old then?" When I told him I was 33, his first reaction was "Oh" and then he came back with, "You don't look it at all, you look great." That could be taken a couple of ways, but I realized he was trying to be complimentary. I laughed and said, "See, that's what you get for staring at an old woman." He said, "I know the girls at the club are all younger than you, but you are as nice looking as the best looking ones and better looking than most." I knew he was again trying to be complimentary, but I came back fake indignantly, "Oh, you think I look like a stripper?" I knew he had not meant it that way, but I was just having a little fun with him. He suddenly realized that I had been teasing him and he flipped the water on his hand from the sweating beer can at me. "Hey, don't take this wrong, but you could do very well at my club. They have an amateur night contest where first prize is $500, but that is on Friday. But they let 'non-employee girls' dance all the time and I hear they make great tips. You would do well with a body like yours." I said, "Well, I am not quite sure how to take that, but I appreciate you comments, but I guarantee guys don't want to see anyone my age out on stage." He said, "That is not true, but I understand not everyone wants to do that." I just sat silent and drank my beer. I said, "From what I remember, most of the money is made on table dances." "You are right, that is true." I thought it was a little strange that I was sitting by the pool with the son of the guy who was going to give me a massage and talking about strip clubs. AJ got up and headed for the pool, like me just having a quick dip to cool off. I noticed on his way back the front of his swim trunks had gone back to 'normal'. It was a little bit of an awkward silence and I flipped over to lie on my stomach again. I reached back to untie my top myself and felt the wonderful warmth of the sun. I had turned my head away from AJ at the beginning. After a few minutes, I turned my head to his side and I saw he was looking at me. "Beth, do you need another beer?" I said I did not need another one yet. I reached up for mine and when I lifted higher to drink, I knew that he was getting a look at my breast again. My attitude was once again that he had been so pleasant all day and since he was obviously hoping to get a look, I made a more exaggerated reach and lift for another drink. I was sure he got a decent look this time. He smiled and I looked down and said "oops." He was looking and smiling again, "Beth, I won't tell anyone if you want to lay out topless." I replied, "What a line AJ, does that work well with the girls?" He laughed and said, "Not very well." I did not retie my top, but I flipped over again to lie on my back while holding my top on with my arm while I turned. As I sat down, my untied top was pretty much just resting over my breasts. "Well, I think you have essentially seen my boobs already anyway, so this seems a little silly now. " I joked that his earlier line does not work very well because he does not hang out with 'older women' enough, and with that I dropped my arm. I untied the string at my neck and set my top aside. He said, "Wow, I thought they looked great before." I just took the compliment and smiled. I laid flat back in my chair and I could see AJ continued to look. I told AJ I was ready for another beer if the offer still held. He said sure and quickly got up to get them. When he returned, I saw the bulge in his trunks was back, maybe more prominent now than before. As he was standing there, unlike before, he did not seem embarrassed anymore; I suppose because of our deal that his father would not be told anything. I lifted my glasses to look at him and then lifted my head up to look at his face. I smiled and said he could enjoy the view and I took it as a compliment that I could still have a positive effect on young guys. "Other than being great looking, Beth, you are one cool lady. Thanks for not getting upset about my condition." I said "Guys don't seem to understand that we like to look too, remember that there are strip clubs for women too and I will repeat your compliment to me. You would do very well too." While he was standing there and we were talking on this subject, I could swear he had gotten a little harder. Some guys get self-conscious, get nervous and sometimes have trouble holding an erection. His dick was now right at the edge of his swim suit. He did not mind now and even seemed to like the display. AJ laughed and said he needed to cool off and headed toward the pool. He dived in, swam to the other end and back. He came to the edge of the pool near me and said "Beth, c'mon in, the water is fine". It actually sounded good and I went to the ladder and lowered myself in. That end of the pool was shallow and the water came to about my waist. I think my breasts look even better when I stand, large but firm. I did not move toward AJ, rather moving toward the middle of the pool until the water came to my neck. AJ stayed by the side but turned to look toward me. He climbed out first and as I was coming up the ladder, he held out a hand and helped me out. I walked over to our chairs. I handed AJ his beer. We toasted "to the good life" and stood there while we drank. The cold water had the normal effects on both of us, my nipples were totally hard now and AJ had lost most of his erection. He looked at my breasts and just said, "Wow." We talked for a little bit. I mentioned that it was OK to look. I had gone to nude and topless beaches before. I like to look at other people too, that women enjoy looking at a nice looking man as much as the guys like to look at us. "Well, I am glad you aren't offended if I admire your body." I said, "Fair is fair, I hope you don't mind if I have checked you out a little too. Remember, you started out topless." We both laughed a little and he said he would not mind if I wanted to lie out nude. "AJ, we have to work on your lines a little, you know, make them less obvious. And anyway, if you think I am going to do that alone, you are crazy." Without missing a beat, he asked, "Are you serious, I would love to get out of these, for a while there I thought I was going to break something." I had not answered him, but went back to my chair and sat down. AJ looked at me and just smiled. I looked over at him and said, "It is up to you, but I won't mind or tell your father". AJ had apparently been hoping for something like that, because he wasted no time, both smiling and removing his trunks. He was still relaxed, but I knew from before that he was large when aroused. I realized that AJ had many of the same positive qualities that Alan had, and I found myself becoming attracted to the younger man. He stood there for a moment and I thought I saw that he was beginning to get an erection right in front of me. I think that was a little embarrassing for him because he turned around quickly and looked away while he drank some of his beer. His butt had a nice shape and was nice and muscular. By the time he sat back in the chair, his dick had grown and was lying sideways on his thigh. He was about 7 inches long and more than average thickness. I would say he was not as large as his father, and not as thick, but no one would complain. I told myself to not do anything that I would regret – if I was horny and wanted sex that all I had to do was wait a little while for Alan to arrive. "One more quick dip and I will be better." AJ got up and dove in the pool. He took a quick dip and when he was walking back his erection had subsided. He was still long, but now his dick was hanging. I had closed my eyes until I felt drops falling on me and AJ was standing blocking the sun drinking his beer. I lifted my glasses and opened my eyes, "Feeling better? You seem a lot more comfortable now and this is not a bad way to spend the day. Thank you AJ." "My pleasure. I think it has been mutual." We were silent for a moment. He stood there looking at me and I looked up at him. The angle I was looking up at him made it easy to look at his body, especially his dick, without being too obvious. Hey, I like to look at good looking men and I had not yet mentally explained this newfound attraction to black men. The phone rang again. AJ was talking to Alan again, who said he thought he was probably about 30 minutes away. While they were talking, AJ was standing there looking at me. I am not sure how to describe this other than AJ started to get hard right in front of me. He wrapped the towel around his waist again and then hung up. "Sorry, it has been a losing battle to suppress my woody while you have been looking so good." "No, I am sorry. I shouldn't have been teasing you so much." "Believe me Beth, I have no complaints." I looked up at AJ and smiled. He dropped the towel and stood there with a major league erection. He was obviously not embarrassed anymore and made no effort to hide it. I thought about what was happening. All the feelings, the guilt, everything. But I also remembered what I had driven there for, and there was no part of that which was any more justifiable. I moved my hand to rest on the outside of his calf, lightly touching his leg. I was looking at his hard cock, now sticking straight out from his body. He leaned over and touched my leg, and moved his hand up my thigh. He was probably wondering if I intended anything when I moved my hand slowly to the front of his thigh and then slowly up until I touched the shaft of his dick with my finger tips. AJ smiled, "Yeah baby." I looked up at him and smiled as I stroked him a couple of times. I could feel his hard cock pulse in my hand. I took off my glasses and looked up at him while he stood there smiling. "Yeah Beth. You want to suck my cock, don't you?" Not exactly the most charming thing to say, but he was right. I didn't answer him but I sat up and started to lick the end of his dick with my tongue and looking up at his still smiling face. I started to take him into my mouth, slowly; very slowly, deeper and deeper. He had a beautiful cock, hard and soft and the same time, almost a feeling of velvet over steel. I sucked the end of his cock, and then again took him deep inside my mouth, sucking softly and gently. I could maybe take 5 inches before I felt a gag reflex, so I backed off slightly but held as much as I could comfortably take for a long time. I sucked again and now started to squeeze his balls with one hands and his ass with the other. I wanted him to fuck me, but I had a little more control and realism now than when I had met his father. I decided instead that I would give him a blowjob. I could tell this was not going to be difficult, he was throbbing already. Sure enough, he reached for my head and told me he was cumming. I kept him in my mouth deeply, but I started sucking more vigorously and stroking his balls. I felt him shoot off in my mouth, and I swallowed the first load when another big load came and started running over my lips and chin. I started to stroke him with my hand, and continuing to suck on the end of his cock. His semen dribbled out a little more and when it was clear he was done, I took him back in my mouth deeply as one of my favorite parts of sex is feeling a man soften in my mouth. He did soften a little while I sucked, but eventually he started to get hard again. I was a little surprised by this, and I attributed this to the fact he was so young. I looked up at him and laughed, "Aren't you done yet?" He said, "That was fantastic, but I really want to fuck you." I was a little surprised that he was ready to go again already. He pushed me back on the chair, and then ran his finger up and down on my pussy. I leaned back and AJ pulled my bikini bottoms off and dived into eating me out. He was good at it too, alternately licking and sucking, softly and harder. He found my clit and sucked on that too, and he could tell when I came. He pulled me up and then he lay on the cement while he stroked his cock. I positioned myself to face him while I lowered my dripping pussy onto his dick. I was so wet that he easily penetrated me, and when I was all the way on him I ground my pussy against him. It felt absolutely fantastic, and I contracted my pussy muscles around his cock and then we really started fucking. He grabbed my tits while I went up and down on him, and after a while we changed positions so he entered my from behind while I held onto the top of the chair. I could feel his balls slamming into my pussy. Sometimes people make love, and other times they fuck. This time was very raw, very primal. I could feel his hard cock plunging in and out; it felt so good as he slid on my wet pussy. It did not take me long to have another orgasm this way, and it was not long after that AJ pulled out and came all over my ass and back. He quickly took me in his arms and kissed me, just a wonderful passionate kiss and I could still taste my pussy on his tongue. After a long hug, AJ said, "I expect my father to be home very soon. If it is OK with you, I am going to go inside and get dressed. Is it still our deal that you will not tell him anything?" New Jersey Massage I said, "You have nothing to worry about, that was wonderful. I have no desire to get you in trouble." He smiled and went inside. I put my suit back on, and dove into the pool to clean off and to cool off. It was still light out, but the direct sun was blocked by the trees now, and I just relaxed while I waited for Alan. A twinge of guilt came over me regarding what I had just done, first thinking about my boyfriend and then wondering what was wrong with me that I had fucked Alan before and now I had just fucked AJ. The schizophrenic part of me also realized I was glad that I had fucked AJ. I again wondered what it was about black cock that was so intriguing. I was troubled by the thought that I was "a little out of control," and how when I got into a mood like this I would have to learn to control myself. But for now, I was content to bask in that just-had-sex afterglow, and I felt wonderful.