2 comments/ 45222 views/ 4 favorites Rack 'Em Up By: Wicked Ways The bar was smoke filled and crowded for a Tuesday night. I walked up to the bar and ordered my regular, a scotch on the rocks. I winked at the bartender and laid my money down. "Hard day?" she asked. I nodded and sipped my drink. This place was my away, my out. When I was this tense and frustrated, I always stopped by to drown my worries. I quickly drank my scotch and tapped the bar to motion that I was ready for the next one. The sound of pool clacked in the back room. I swirled around to look and saw that only two tables were being used. Maybe later, after a few more drinks, I'd step up to shoot a game myself. As I turned back to the bar, she caught my attention. She was leaning against the jukebox, pumping quarters in. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back and barely touched the top of her Levi's. I'd never seen her here before, or maybe I'd just never noticed, I wasn't sure. Come to my window cranked out of the jukebox as she returned to the back of the bar at a table in the corner. I continued to watch her as I rolled my scotch around in the glass, enjoying the clinking of the ice cubes. My day had been torture and I vowed to forget all about it tonight with a few drinks and perhaps a game of pool. The bartender noticed that my drink was low and walked over to place another one in front of me. She touched my shoulder lightly and cleared her throat. I turned around and found the drink placed there on the dark mahogany bar. I finished the one I was drinking and grabbed the new one. "Hey babe," I said to the bartender, "The blonde, in the back....she new here?" "Oh, she's been here a few times, but isn't very regular." she answered. I spun around again to find the blonde. She was still sitting in the corner, singing with the jukebox, slightly swaying with the rhythm. I noticed that she was drinking whisky and was soon to be finished. What the hell, I thought to myself. You've had a bad day, maybe she has, too. I ordered two drinks....a scotch and a whisky before I hopped down from my stool to venture into the back of the bar. I sauntered over to her table, when she looked up at me with the most gorgeous blue eyes. "I hope you don't mind, but I saw that you needed another drink." I said softly as I extended it towards her. She just smiled brightly at me and shoved the empty chair towards me with her foot. I sat down and offered my glass to toast her. Our glasses clinked and we each took a sip before she spoke. "I was hoping you'd come over.....I'd love to shoot a game of pool and had nobody to play with." I smiled, finished my drink, and stood up. "Well honey, I'm here now, let's play!" She blushed and stood, too. I felt a surge of joy shoot through me and welcomed it after the day I'd had. I grabbed our sticks and she deposited the coins that released the balls. We both looked at each other as neither one of us knew who was going to rack. I opened my mouth as she grinned at me with that sexy mouth and told me, "rack 'em up, baby!" I did as I was instructed and felt a warmth take over my body. Not sure if it was the many scotches or her, I decided to just go with it and play along. Crack! The balls went everywhere, sending them in every direction. A solid dropped into the side pocket and the game was on. I walked to her side where she stood holding her stick tightly while rubbing the blue chalk over the tip. I eyed the table, decided on my shot and bent to take it. My stick slowly slid back and forth between my thumb and finger. I licked my bottom lip as this made me think of playing with her nipples the way I played with the stick. I took my shot and missed. She giggled and walked to the corner at the other end of the table. She bent over the table, taking a shot that seemed impossible to make. She stretched over the corner, her breasts almost touching the felt. I lost myself in her....looking down her open top at her creamy breasts. Her white bra barely containing them, they seemed to spill out. I imagined touching them, kissing them, sucking her soft pink nipples until they hardened in my mouth. I bit my lip and gasped at the thought. She made her shot and moved to my side of the table. As she passed me, between the table and myself, I caught her scent. She smelled like night blooming jasmine. She was intoxicating. As she scooted by me, her breasts touched mine. She reached out to touch my arm and apologize. Immediately, my skin felt on fire. She had so unknowingly melted me, while setting me ablaze. "Not a problem." I offered. She grinned that same deliciously wicked grin at me, giggled, and turned to make her shot. She took longer this time, knowing that I was enjoying the view from behind. Her ass was so smooth and round in her tight jeans. I wondered if she wore any panties tonight and sighed when the image popped into my head. She wiggled her rear as she took her arm back in a long, slow stroke. Damn! She is driving me crazy! She missed the shot, but seemed to be happy with her performance. I took the blue chalk and rubbed it vigorously around the tip of my stick while contemplating my next shot. She walked over to me and stood very close. "There's a good shot." she pointed. I looked and saw nothing. Seeing the confused look on my face, she said, "right here......look," as she pulled me down towards the table. She was so close to me, taking my arm and stretching it out pointing it towards the shot she wanted me to take. I leaned closer to the felt, rubbing my breasts on the table, making my nipples harden. She leaned in close to me and ran her hand along the top of my arm until it lay perfectly over top of my own. She whispered in my ear, "right here, sweetie...see?" I turned my face towards hers and whispered back, "All I see is the door to the back room." Her wink and sly smile told me that I had discovered the shot she wanted me to take. She pushed the heavy door open to expose a dark, small room that contained only a couch. A few posters adorned the paint chipped walls that showed the live music that had played here on Saturday night's past. The muffled sounds of the jukebox pumped into the small room, surrounding us with a soundtrack of tonight's backroom business. She twirled around to look at me, dancing for my pleasure. The way she moved made my insides flutter with desire. I fought the urge to rush to her and take her right now. She sensed this and played with my feeble attempt to be a stronger woman. She seemed to glide over to me, and walked around and stood behind me. My breath quickened as she traced my bra line through my shirt with her nimble fingers. She ran her hands down my back, and slid them under my shirt. She lifted my shirt as she explored my back until she reached my bra again. My nipples hardened with anticipation as she proceeded to unhook my bra, freeing my breasts. She reached around to take them in her warm hands as a soft moan escaped my mouth. I raised my own hands to mimic hers, pressing hers onto my breasts. "Oh God, honey, I want you right now." she whispered in my ear. Hearing her soft voice made me want to oblige her every desire. I turned towards her, placed my hands lightly on the sides of her face and kissed her gently on her full lips. I tasted whiskey on her lips and wanted more. Our kiss grew deeper, tongues exploring, tasting each other for the first time. I reached around to garb her ass and pull her closer to me. She felt so soft, deliciously warm next to my body. She bent to nibble my earlobe and kiss my neck, sending me into a rage of passion. My hands played in her blonde hair, keeping her there on my neck. She reached up and took my hand and guided it down to her full breasts. I cupped it in my hands, enjoying the softness. I found her nipple erect under my palm and proceeded to rub it with the heel of my hand. Her mouth ventured down to my collar bone where she planted soft kisses. She unbuttoned my top slowly, exposing my breasts. Her devilish grin informed me that she happy with what she saw. My dark pink nipples were proudly erect, calling to her, wanting her to lavish them the way she had my ear, neck and collar bone. She must've read my mind, as she bent to lick my nipples, gently biting them. Her own nipples were growing under my palm as I slid my hand down her white tank top and bra. She breathed hard on my breasts as a moan escaped her mouth. I manipulated her nipple between my thumb and finger making them more erect than I thought possible. I reached around with my other hand and pulled her tank top up and over her head, making her release my now swollen nipples. Her breasts fell as I unhooked her bra, bouncing playfully there before me. She cupped both my breasts and placed a kiss on each nipple before taking my hand and led me to the couch. Besides my heart thumping in my chest, I felt the music pumping through my aching body. I pushed her back, both of us falling on the couch. My mouth found hers in a passionate lip lock. We kissed hard and seemingly unending. She pulled me onto her, grinding her hips into mine. The friction between us made my cunt twitch. My arms went around her as I kissed her mouth, her chin, the tender spot on her neck, before diving down to her breasts. I devoured them, licking and sucking, until she whimpered in delight. Her hands played in my hair as she writhed under me on the couch. We clawed at each other, not getting enough to satisfy our hunger. Her hand found its way into my jeans, her fingers playing my clit like a fine instrument. I paused long enough to slide my jeans and panties down towards the floor, allowing her complete access. She wiggled out of her jeans as well, as I leaned in to kiss her soft, slightly rounded belly. I placed tender kisses under her breasts and farther down to her belly button. I looked up at her as I dipped my tongue there, swirling it around, driving her insane with pleasure. Her fingers resumed their position on my now engorged clit, causing me to gasp. Goosebumps now covered my exposed skin from our heat, as it radiated through the entire room. I allowed my tongue to travel down her belly, in that luscious space between her belly button and her pubic bone. My hands grabbed her sides, squeezing and tantalizing. I slipped them under her ass and raised her to me. I placed a single kiss on the inside of each of her milky thighs before burying my face in her pussy. She smelled delicious and tasted even better. My tongue lapped at her lips, slow and steady, before lightly flicking her clit. She arched her back, moaning louder now, as she grabbed my head steadying it there. I licked her with the flat of my tongue while slipping two fingers into her now sopping cunt. I fucked her that way, while lapping at her juices, until she let loose with an orgasm that seemed to shake the entire room. My fingers still inside her, slowly pumping, she reached up to kiss me sharing her juices with me. She pulled me to her, rubbing our cunts against each other in a mad frenzy. I brought my fingers to her mouth and she suckled them like a baby would a mother's breast. I held her tight as she continued to grind into me, her cunt rubbing my clit. Her mouth found my breast and squeezed it as she pinched my nipple. I let out a loud moan as rubbed my cunt harder and continued to play my nipple with her hand. My breathe quickened as my release was so close. She sucked my nipple into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it as my body rocked with desire. We stayed like that for awhile, kissing softly and whispering into each others ears. As I sat on the couch, dressing myself, I knew that I would probably never see her again. I wasn't sure what to say and chose to say nothing at all. I glanced over at her, pulling her tank top back on, admiring her beauty. I let out a quiet laugh, realizing that this was just what I needed to end a bad day. I stood to leave and she reached out to take my hand. "Remember, if you ever have a bad day again, I'm always here on Tuesday's." she uttered softly with that sly grin. I smiled as I bent down to brush her hair from her forehead before placing a kiss there. My hand trailed down her jaw line to her chin, lifting it and looked into her brilliant blue eyes. "I can only hope Tuesday's are always this bad!" I said with the sly grin she had perfected so well. Rack 'Em Up We decide to go play pool at a small hole in the wall bar. The drinks are two for one, and you convince the bartender to let us play pool for free, as long as we are drinking! I select a table in the secluded back part of the bar. It is typical bar lighting-- dark! I rack up the balls as you bring me two amaretto sours, with a splash of rum. You decide to make it a bourbon night, setting your drinks on the table. I ask you what you would like to play for. . .I like to have some kind of bet going on whenever I play pool. I tell you we can play for money, mowing my lawn, or. . .wink wink, "something" else. You opt for the "something else." I hand you the cue stick. You place the cue ball on the table, then line up your shot. While you are bent over, preparing to shoot, I come up behind you to rub on your ass. You quickly tell me to stop because I am ruining your concentration. Okay, I say, as I walk away. You shoot, resulting in a meager attempt to separate the balls. Nothing drops. Except the cue ball. I giggle, as you joke with me about what I made you do. You then put me on notice that if I am going to cheat, then you will, too. Fine by me. I am wearing my little miniskirt, a linen shirt, and a bra. Oh, and some shoes I took off once we started to play. I study the table, trying to discern what would be my best shot to drop as many balls as I could. . .you start to laugh at me, asking me how was I going to bend over to shoot? You knew my ass would be exposed whenever I went to take a shot. I give you my evil smart ass look, as you take a drink. I tell you I know how to play pool in a miniskirt and you should be worrying about your own ass. So there. I stick my tongue out at you. You give me the don't-start-nuthin-u-can't-finish line. I lean over the table just a bit. I could feel the skirt rise on my ass, but I knew my shirt would cover the parts the skirt bared. Only thing I did forget about was how my shirt fell open when I bent over, giving you a great view of breasts safely tucked away in my bra. I shoot, dropping two high balls and two low balls. I declare the table to still be open as I hand you the cue stick. You line up your next shot. When I figure out what ball you are targeting to drop, I go stand at that part of the table. As you look down the cue stick towards the cue ball, you can see my eyes behind the ball you plan to drop. You tell me not to be mad at you when the ball pops up and gives me a black eye. . .I say nothing. You shoot, but the ball doesn't go in. I take a big swallow of my amaretto sour, then I take the stick from you. You don't sit down. You watch me line up my shot. As I bend over the table to shoot, I can feel you move in behind me. You are on my left side, and I am surprised as I feel your hand on my ass. I instantly get wet. I say something about you not playing fair-- I didn't touch you to ruin your shots, okay, okay yes I did, but you are a better pool player than me. . . I stop talking as I feel your finger slip inside of my wet hole. You tell me to hurry up and make my shot, you want to play too! All I can do is enjoy the feeling of your finger moving in and out of me. I muster up the strength to hit the cue ball, but nothing drops. I just rearrange the balls on the table, consumed with thoughts about rearranging the balls in your pants. You take the cue stick from me, leaning it up against the wall. Your finger is still inside of me, teasing me. I push my ass back onto you. . .what the hell-- if you are going to feel me, might as well do a good job of it! You ask me if I like what you are doing. . .should you continue? Or, should you stop, and we could just resume the game? My reaction speaks volumes-- I shove all of the balls out of the way on the table and pull myself off of your wet finger. I turn around, and hop up on the table. I put my ass on the wooden edge of the table. You laugh at the fact I am sitting below a sign which says "Rest no ass or ash on this table." I then put one leg up on the table, giving you a perfect view of my glistening pussy. I don't have to ask you to do anything, you automatically come in close to me, giving me wet kisses as you unbutton my shirt. I am using my hands for balance on the table, so I can't stop you from doing what you are doing. All I can do is get wetter. And feel my shirt drop down to my wrists. You then unhook my bra, pulling me forward for support as I finish removing my pesky top. I lean back to my position, as you feel my hard nipples with your fingers. When you make the move down to each nipple with your mouth, it only takes me a few moments to come. My sweet, hot juice gushes out of me, onto the table. You stick your finger back into me, telling me to come for you again. You use your thumb on my clit, driving me wild. You watch me enjoying myself on the green pool table. My breasts are heaving up and down as I get excited, moving myself to the moment of mind-erasing orgasm. Come for me baby, you say, causing me to come again right on your cue. This one is so intense, so pleasurable, I lose my balance and fall back onto the table. You pull out your hard cue stick. I know you already have your shot lined up, as I hear your pants drop to the floor (keys jingling) I then feel your thumb on my clit, as you push your cock into me. Extraordinary pleasure hits me, as you begin to pound into me. You hold onto my hips, as I wrap my legs around you. I lift up again on my arms, seeing you disappear into my body. . .disappear down below the miniskirt pushed up around my waist. My nipples are so hard-- with the fucking you are giving to me, my tits are bouncing furiously. When I open my eyes, I can see you smiling. I smile back, and you slam into me harder. All I can think about is how sensational it feels to have you inside of me. When I open my eyes again, you have on your serious, here-I-come face. This part of the action I love to view. I find the way the muscles in your arms tighten up, the increased harness in your cock, and then you turning red to be absolutely fabulous! Then I feel you shoot inside of me, as your fingers grip me tight. . . This is the first pool game I have ever played where both participants won. Rack 'Em Up She looked over the room and scanned the crowd for someone that she knew, that she could actually have a conversation with and saw no one. She sighed and drained her champagne flute and sat it on a table and wondered through the crowd. Her friend Amy loved throwing theme parties and tonight's was a 1920's gangster era party. She and Amy would go shopping in thrift stores and find stunning dresses and outfits and then decide to have a party based on what they could find and their moods. When they wandered into a thrift store and found a rack of flapper dresses they both went silly and decided to throw a party even before they had picked out a dress. They tried on dress after dress and both found ones that perfectly fit and matched them. Her friend found a luscious pale yellow while she had found a mint green with fringe and pearls all over and was a tank style with only one strap over one shoulder. Dangling pearl earrings, and a pearl necklace and bracelet set, and retro shoes, they both spent way too much money but knew they looked fabulous and loved wearing the dresses. It was well past midnight and she was getting tired, but had said she would stay and help clean after everyone went home, which didn't look to be soon. She wondered through the house toward the back and down the hall. She heard clicking and realized someone was shooting pool in the den, which she thought was supposed to be closed to the guests. She went down the hall to see who was in the room and with the intention of shooing them out. She pushed the sliding door open softly and looked into the room. She saw the finest butt she'd seen in a while encased in a pair of black tuxedo pants. The body attached to that butt was leaning over getting ready to take a shot. He had removed his jacket and thrown it on a chair. He pulled back the cue, thrust it forward, and missed horribly. He hung his head and chuckled. She walked into the room and slid the door closed quietly. "You missed." She said quietly, walking up to the table and running her hand along the table. She reached the end of the table and faced him, picking up a ball and rolling it in her hands. He looked up and laughed, and laid the cue stick on the table and began untying his tie. He took in her presence; she was a very lovely distraction in green. "I know." He finished untying his tie and left it hanging and unbuttoned the button at his neck and breathed a little easier. He looked at her as she rolled the ball in her hands, and began unbuttoning his shirt sleeves and rolling them up one at a time. He finished and leaned both hands on the table and nodded towards it. "Do you play?" he asked. "No." she laughed. "I only know the balls go in the pockets with the stick. That's about it." She laid the ball back on the table and rolled it towards him. He caught it with his hand and tossed it in the air and caught it. "You know, no one is supposed to be in here. It's usually off limits during a party." She said as she walked up the table to him. She stopped at the end of the table beside him, rested her behind on the table and folded her arms and looked at him questioningly. "Well," he sighed, "I'm not much into parties, and I only promised to come as a favor for a friend and she begged." He laughed. "I actually think she was trying to set me up with one of her friends, but I can't prove it." He walked around the table and pulled the triangle out and began loading balls into it. He looked up as he did, admiring the back of her. Her hair was caught up in some fashion at the top of her neck, exposing her skin, but letting little curls fall against her neck in an enticing way. He saw her turn her head half way and caught her profile. Her skin was fair and the dress she wore looked stunning on her. He followed the one strap down her back to her small rear that was resting on the table. "You wouldn't be David, would you?" she asked. He stopped what he was doing and looked up in question. He finished placing the balls in the triangle, rolled them forward and then pulled them back and removed the triangle and returned it to its place. He walked around the table and sat at the end of it with her and looked at her. "Yes, my name is David." He said holding out his hand. "Not that I mind a lovely woman knowing my name, but who are you?" he smiled. She groaned in outrage and let her arms fall and pushed away from the table."I'm going to kill her." She whispered and headed toward the door. "Wait, wait a minute." He said, taking a hold of her arm. "Why would my name spark such anger? I'm really nice guy." He grinned. She stopped and turned and looked his hand holding her wrist lightly. She sighed and took one step back toward him. "This friend you promised, what would her name be?" she asked. "Amy?" he said softly, hoping it wouldn't set her off again. He lifted her hand in his and kissed the back of her hand. She groaned again and hung her head, shaking it gently back and forth. "You realize you've been set up? We both have." She asked. "Amy invited you here to set you up with me." "Well," he began, lowering her hand but still holding it in his hand, "I'll have to thank her later." "No, you don't understand." She laughed and tried to pull her hand free He looked up in surprise and pulled her towards him until she was flush with his body. "I understand that Amy wanted me to meet her very lovely friend." He said huskily. "Heidi." He said as if the name just came to him. "You're name is Heidi. You're a very nice person, very giving, and very caring." He listed off things Amy had told him about her that he was now remembering. "You have a wonderful smile, beautiful blue eyes, and adorable ears." She arched her eyebrow at the last comment as he laughed. "Ok, I made that last part about your ears up myself. Oh, and if I hurt you, I'm to die a thousand deaths of immense and impossible to describe pain." He finished, laughing. "Well, at least she warned you." She laughed. She looked down at her hand still in his and cocked her head to one side. "I really need to go and kill her now, so if I could have my hand?" "Oh you don't need to do that right now. Play pool with me; let her wonder where you are." He suggested. "I told you I don't play." "I'll teach you." He leaned over and picked up the cue and brought it between the two of them. "Well, I'll need both hands." She said, looking down at her hand still held in his. "My loss." He whispered and let her hand go. He walked behind her, holding the cue stick in front of her. He leaned in and inhaled her scent as he stood behind her. She reached up and took the pool cue, feeling his breath on her neck. She turned her head slightly to look at him and realized he was still very close to her. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "you smell incredible." He dragged a finger up her arm, making it tingle. He inhaled deeply next to her ear, letting his breath warm her earlobe. "Well, I'm not sorry." He admitted, chuckling. He pulled back from her and waved to the table. "Take the first shot." She took a deep breath, regaining her composure after feeling giddy when his breath hit her neck, leaned forward with the stick in her hands, and aimed. She missed the cue ball terribly and laughed. "I told you I don't play." "Yes you did." He chuckled and shook his head. "Let me teach you." He said stepping behind her. He groaned inwardly feeling her rear against him. He looked down and realized she had no bra on underneath the silky confection of her dress and he swallowed hard. He gathered his thoughts together and tried to push the image of her naked out of his mind. He covered her hands with his and helped her position it and leaned over with her to help her take that shot. "Now, you take the stick in your hand," He chuckled softly. "That sounds bad, doesn't it?" She laughed and put the stick down on the table. She stood up, and turned around slowly to face him. "I think it's a lost cause." She said softly, looking into his eyes. "Maybe pool is." He whispered, running a finger over her bare shoulder and running it down her arm. "But we could do something else to pass the time." He cupped her face in his hand and ran his thumb over her lower lip. He stepped close to her so there was no space between them. "And what could we do?" she whispered. He smiled and brought his other hand up to her face and pulled her to him and kissed her gently. First kissing her lower lip and running his tongue over it, then repeating the movement on the upper lip. He felt her gasp against his mouth and as her lips opened wider he gently licked her tongue with his. Feeling no resistance, he pushed his tongue into her mouth, slowly stroking against her tongue. He tilted his head to the side and leaned into her, pushing her bottom against the table. She heard a sound and realized it was her as she moaned into his mouth, feeling his tongue slide against hers. She brought her hands up and placed them on his arms, his chest pushed against hers, and her bottom snug against the pool table. She felt his hands move down her back and settle against her hips. He pulled his mouth from hers slowly and laid his forehead against hers, his breath coming in pants against her lips. "Tell me I'm not the only one who felt something there." He groaned, opening his eyes and looking into hers, his body not moving, still pinning her to the pool table. She licked her lips, his taste still with her and looked back at him. She ran her hands up his chest and to his neck, slowly sliding her thumbs over his earlobes. She ran the fingers of one hand down his jaw and up over his lips, feeling moisture on them from their kiss. "No." she whispered. "You're not the only one who felt something there." She leaned forward and kissed his lower lip. She smiled at him and let her hands rest on his chest again. "Thank God." He said as he leaned his head in and took her mouth again. He kissed his way down her jaw, and licked her earlobe. He heard her gasp and licked again. He licked his way down her neck and bare shoulder. He reached over with one hand and pulled the strap down of her dress, letting the fabric of her dress rest above her breasts. He pulled back and looked at her, seeking permission. She shrugged her shoulder, the strap falling further and exposing more of her breasts. He ran a finger under her chin, down her neck, between her breasts and snagged the dress with his finger and tugged it down. She stepped away from the table to let the dress fall. It pooled at her feet, leaving her standing before him in white lace bikini panties, thigh high stockings of silky sheer nylon and high heeled vintage shoes. He breathed in deeply, telling himself to calm down, even though he felt himself go immediately hard when he took in her naked body. He leaned in and kissed her gently, sucking her lower lip into his mouth and running his tongue over it. He placed his hands on her shoulders and ran them down her arms, holding her hands in his and enjoying her mouth. He stepped up to her and slid his hands down her back to waist and lifted her up and onto the pool table. He pushed her legs apart gently and stepped between them, his crotch resting in hers. He groaned as he felt the heat of her through his zipper. She reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt, placing kisses down his jaw and neck as she did so. She reached the button just above his pants and whispered into his ear. "Help me get this off so I can feel you." She spread his shirt open and ran her thumbs over his nipples. He pulled his shirt out of his pants and let it drop to the floor. He felt her hands running over his chest, thumbing his nipples. He watched her lean forward and kiss his nipple and he groaned. She smiled against his chest after hearing his groan, and licked it lightly. She felt it harden and kissed her way up his chest to his neck. She licked her way to his ear and sucked the lobe into her mouth. She felt his hands on her thighs, slowly rubbing them. "You should know I don't normally do this." She whispered into his ear. "Do what?" he groaned and kissed her shoulder. "Have sex with strange men I've just met." "Ah." He said, leaning back and looking at her. He held her face in his hands and kissed her softly. "I'm not strange, I'm David." He chuckled against her mouth. She laughed, sending vibrations through him and making him smile. She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, loving the feel of his skin. "I don't normally do this either." He said as he took her hands in his and kissed both of her palms and placed them back on his bare chest. "But you are so very attractive and kissing you is...I can't explain what it is, but I want to keep doing it for days." He leaned in and licked her lower lip. "And if that's how I feel about kissing you, I can't imagine how it will be making love, but I'm willing to risk it." He pushed his tongue into her mouth and moaned as she glided her tongue against his. He ran his palms down and cupped both her breasts, feeling her gasp into his mouth. He ran his thumbs over her nipples, feeling them stiffen and then rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. He felt her push them into his hands and groaned. He broke off kissing her and leaned down and lifted her left breast up and to his mouth. He licked once, heard her gasp, and took it into his mouth and began to suck gently, running his tongue over it again and again. He looked up and saw her head fall back and heard her moan, urging him on. He felt her hands on his head, holding him to her breast. He moved to her other breast and gave it the same attention, hearing her moan as he licked her nipple and sucked it between his teeth and held it gently to flick his tongue over the tip. He took his mouth off of her nipple and dragged his tongue up her breast and to her neck. He could feel and hear her panting against him, making him smile against her skin. He slowly bent down and was squatted between her legs, eye level with her pussy. He looked up at her as she ran her hands over his head. He kissed her inner thighs and ran his hands up to her hips and pulled her to the edge of the table. He ran his hand over her panties, dragging his fingers over the lace. He inhaled her scent and ran his fingers over the elastic at the edge of her panties and pulling gently. She leaned back on her hands and lifted her hips up, allowing him to pull her panties off. He tugged them down her thighs, slipped them over her knees and down her calves. He pulled them off and let them drop on the floor with his shirt and her dress. He stood up, slowly dragging his hands up her thighs, lifting her legs up behind her knees and spreading her legs as she lay back on her elbows and watched him. He slid his hands down her inner thighs, and slowly stroked her pussy lips with the back of his fingers. She gasped and watched him through half closed eyes. She didn't know what she was doing, but she wanted him, she wanted him to taste her, to be inside her, and make her cum. She never went with her feelings, she always had a plan. She didn't know whether it was too much champagne, but she knew she didn't care as she felt his fingers part her lips and stroke more insistently. She felt his thumb find her clitoris and gasped. "Please." She whimpered. He looked up and into her eyes, and leaned in and kissed her stomach and dragged his tongue downward and kissed the top of her pussy lips, letting his tongue slip inside and graze her clit. He felt her legs fall further apart, and he used his fingers to spread her lips open further and slid his tongue down her inner lips. She moaned and bucked her hips up as his tongue slid downward. He slid his hands up under her thighs and slid his tongue up and wrapped his lips around her clit. He heard her moan and he held her hips down as she surged up off of the table and pushed her pussy to his mouth. He sucked on her clit, rubbing the underside of his tongue up over it and flicking the tip of his tongue over it again and again. He slid one hand from under her thigh and gently pushed a finger into her warmth, thrusting it in as he heard her hands slap the table. He looked up to make sure he hadn't hurt her, and saw her head falling back, her mouth open and her breasts rising and falling with each panting breath she took. He began thrusting his finger in and out, in rhythm with his tongue stroking her clit. "More." She panted. "Please, more." She felt his tongue running all over her clit, his finger thrusting in and out. She looked down and panted as she felt him insert another finger inside her and began moaning louder. "Yes, please." She moaned, pushing her hips upward. She could hear his fingers going in and out she was so wet and ready to cum. She felt the tingling in her pussy and her breasts and she gasped, realizing she was about to cum. He hummed against her pussy, licking furiously and thrusting his fingers faster into her pussy as he felt her clamp down on them and heard her urging him on, telling him she was going to cum. "Yes. Yes. YES!!!" She cried out as she humped her hips up to his mouth, feeling the orgasm wash over her, collapsing back onto the table, panting hard, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. He'd never seen anything more beautiful as he watched the spasms subside and her come back to reality. He kissed each thigh softly and leaned up to kiss her tummy. He slid his hands up her stomach and cupped her breasts, running his thumb over her nipples. He stroked her arms and caught her hands and tugged on them, pulling her up into a sitting position and looked into her eyes. He slid his hands up her arms and up to her neck, cupping her face in his hands. He leaned in and kissed her lips, feeling her breath against his. He leaned his forehead against her, inwardly counting backward so he wouldn't jump her and mount her like some farm animal. She ran her hands down his chest, hitting the waistband of his pants and unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper down slowly. She pushed his pants down his hips and heard them hit the floor. She ran a finger just inside the waistband of his briefs looking down. "Those look a little snug." She grinned up at him. "You have no idea." He groaned as he felt the back of her fingers brush his cock through his briefs. "That feels very good." He whispered and placed his hands on either side of her hips on the table. He heard her laugh softly and felt her tugging his briefs downward, freeing his cock so it practically bounced against his stomach. "Oh my." She whispered and took it in her hand and softly stroked it. "And how does that feel?" she asked slyly as he moaned and pushed his hips forward, pushing his cock into her hand. "That feels even better." He whispered against her lips. He pushed her thighs wider and pushed his body forward. He looked down and took his cock in his hand, feeling her fingers brush his as she let go. He guided it to her pussy, feeling her heat on the tip. She shifted her hips forward, feeling the head of his cock against her wet pussy. She felt him stroke the head up the lips of her and go back down again. She gasped and leaned back on her hands, enjoying the pleasure. "That feels very good." She panted. He smiled and pushed the head into her opening slowly. "And how does that feel?" he asked, pushing forward slowly. She gasped and let her head fall back as she felt him push his cock deeper inside her. She felt his hands under her thighs lifting them slightly and pushing his cock all the way inside her. "Oh God." She gasped and began to lie down on the table. "No." He moaned, and grabbed her hands and tugged her towards him in a sitting position. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her to him, his cock buried inside her. Rack 'Em Up She grabbed onto his shoulders as he leaned in and kissed her lips, opening his mouth wide and sucking her tongue into his mouth. She felt him begin to rock against her and she moaned into his mouth. She slid her hands down his back and placed her hands on his ass and pulled him towards her. He pulled his mouth away from hers and kissed her neck, groaning as he felt her muscles clamp around him. He kept up his slow rocking against her, enjoying the feel of her, running his hands all over her body, feeling the softness of her skin. "Take me." She whispered against his mouth. He groaned and thrust hard into her, feeling her body accept him. "Again." She whimpered. "Do it again." She ran her hands up his back and grabbed his shoulders and held on as he began pumping his cock inside her. "You feel so good." He groaned into her mouth, pumping harder into her, feeling her hands sliding down his back. He let her lay back on the table, lifted her legs under her knees, and began pumping hard. She moaned as he thrust into her, her breasts bouncing as he slid into her each time, over and over. "Please don't stop." She whimpered, rolling her head from side to side, loving feeling of him pumping inside her. She brought her hands to her breasts and began pulling at her nipples unconsciously, panting hard, biting her lip. "I'm so close." She panted. He watched her playing with her breasts, groaned and heard her words and pumped harder, lifting her right leg up and over his shoulder, and bringing his other hand up and between her legs. His thumb found her clit and brushed it from side to side, making her moan louder. He felt her clamp down on him and her back arch, her breasts thrust in the air as she lifted herself up on her hands. "Yes." She panted. "Don't stop, I'm gonna cum. Don't stop...PLEASE!!!" she cried out and threw her head back and moaned long and loud. He thrust hard and felt her clench him inside her and felt her spasms as she came, feeling his cock slide faster as her moisture washed over his cock. He watched her slide her arms back and lay on the table, panting hard, and her body quivering. He slowed his thrusting and waited for her to come back to him. "That felt so good." She whispered, running a hand over her breasts. She looked up at him and smiled. She brought her leg down from his shoulder and slowly sat up and ran her hands over his chest. He slowed his thrusting even more and just started rocking against her. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Watching you was incredible." He smiled and ran his thumb over her lip. He slid out of her and leaned back away from her. She looked up at him questioningly, as he smiled at her. He pulled her towards him, and she hopped off the table and stood in front of him. "Turn around." he whispered. She gasped, but did as he asked. She felt his hands on her back, urging her to lean over the table. She did so, feeling the crushed velvet feel of the table brush her nipples and breasts. She spread her legs for him and felt him lift her right leg up and place her knee on the table, fully exposing her pussy. He pushed forward and slid into her all at once, hearing her gasp. He placed his hands on her ass and began pumping fast and hard. He grunted as he thrust into her warmth, feeling his balls tighten as he felt himself begin to lose it. She moaned for him not to stop, her nails dragging across the table as he thrust harder into her pussy, feeling her slickness ease his way. She felt him thrust harder, his balls smacking against her clit, making her moan incoherently. He began thrusting harder, she could hear his hips slapping against her. "Yes. Yes." She chanted over and over, feeling the tingling begin in her pussy as she felt herself cumming for a third time. She moaned, hardly believing she was about to cum again. "Don't stop." She moaned, looking over her shoulder at him. He looked up at her, grunting each time he thrust. He felt himself begin to lose control. He sped up his thrusts and groaned, feeling her moisture wash over his cock again, her heat making him go over the edge as he thrust and moaned. "Oh baby, yessssssss." He groaned as he felt himself go inside her, still thrusting and jetting cum inside her, he slowed his thrusts, fully enjoying the feeling. He stopped thrusting, rocking instead, shrinking inside of her. He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder and her neck, panting against her skin, feeling her damp skin against his lips. He leaned back and brought her with him, easing her leg off of the table and wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face in her neck. She held his hands around her waist and turned her head and kissed his cheek. They stood together for a time then she pulled his hands away. "I need to go back in and check on things." She whispered, looking for her panties and dress. He leaned down and pulled up his briefs and pants and reaching for his shirt. "I'll go with you." He said as he watched her step into her panties and pull her dress up. He reached over pulled the strap over her shoulder and kissed her neck. He reached for his shirt that she'd picked up and shrugged into it, tucking it into his pants and fastening his pants. He buttoned the shirt but left the top two buttons open. He reached for her hand and brought it to his mouth and kissed her palm. "You aren't having regrets are you?" he asked. "Because what we just shared was amazing." "No." she murmured. "I just don't do this sort of thing." She blushed and laughed at him. "Lucky me." He grinned and pulled her to the door, grabbing his jacket and shoving his tie in the pocket. The grandfather clock chimed two a.m. as he pushed the door open and pulled her out with him. They walked down the hall together holding hands and looking at each other periodically and laughing. "There you are!" came a voice from the end of the hall. "Hello Amy." She laughed. "I've been looking for you all night! You were supposed to be around to meet David!! Where were you?!" she screeched. "What..." she turned and looked at him, questioningly. "I have no idea what she's on." He laughed. "Amy, who did you want me to meet?" She asked. "David." She sighed. "This is David." She pointed to him. "Oh, not him." She laughed. "You two would have nothing in common." She waved her hand at them both and then stopped laughing, looking at their hands held together. "Maybe you're wrong about that." David murmured and half laughed. "But...you two....wait a minute, you're playing with me, aren't you? You want me to think you two were doing something? Ok, very funny, ha ha." She sighed and walked back into the room. "I try to get you to meet a nice guy and you have to think it's funny. You'll regret it one day." She warned, shaking her finger at her friend and walked away. They both turned and looked at each other and burst out laughing. She fell against him, hugged him and kissed his chin. "How about you give me a ride home, mister?" She said laughing and tugged him towards the door. He laughed with her and wrapped his arm around her waist and walked through the door with her into the night.