2 comments/ 21446 views/ 2 favorites The Cube By: patricia51 (How can something so cold and wet be so wonderful?) "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the dark-haired young woman on the bed moaned. There was another touch and the moan became nearly a cry of passion. She twisted and squirmed wildly but the bonds holding her spread-eageled to the bed only stretched without giving way no matter how she struggled. "My, such sounds. Do you want me to stop?' huskily questioned the older woman who knelt between her outstretched legs. "Good God, NO!" the first woman managed to gasp. "Good," whispered the second one. She lowered her head to a firm breast. A breast that was already shinning with the sheen of a fine coating of liquid. Her tongue flicked a nipple that jutted straight up in the air. A muffled sob answered her. The tongue retreated and full red lips closed over the nipple and then slid down, drinking that breast into a warm mouth. "Oh God I can't believe what you are doing to me." When she heard those words the woman on top lifted her head and smiled wickedly at the speaker. Then she giggled. "What do you mean Lee darling? Didn't I promise you something unforgettable for your passing the bar exam on your first try?" "Yes you did Barb but I thought you meant something like dinner at a fancy restaurant or perhaps a new briefcase ala 'Working Girl'." "So you're disappointed then?" Barbara Clausen sat back on her heels, a mock look of dismay on her face. "We should quit this and get dressed and go to Jason's place for the night?" "Don't... you... DARE," answered Lee Waters to her lover, life-partner and soon to be law partner. "Just because this is totally unexpected as well as totally NOT something I would have expected you to come up doesn't mean it's not one of the most thrilling things I have ever had happen to me." The young attorney cocked her head sideways and looked at her lover. "In fact, how did you come up with this?" "That would be telling," purred the brunette. "Maybe after we are done." She idly ran her hands along the long slender legs that formed the lower portion of the "X" her girlfriend formed. Fingers danced down over thighs and calves until they reached the other woman's ankles. Nylon stockings were looped around those ankles and led to the bottom bedposts. Another pair of stockings ran from Lee's wrists to the headboard posts. Lee wiggled on the bed, pulling lightly on the nylons. "What?" she teased. "Afraid I'll get away?" Barb pretended to leer evilly at her lover. "You're MINE Lee Ann Waters! And your little dog too!" "Oh NOOOOOO," squealed the younger woman. In truth the nylons only made her a prisoner because she wanted them to hold her. The loops around her wrists and ankles gave ample room for her to slip her hands and feet from them. She tugged on them again, reveling in her assumed helplessness. Changing moods, Lee murmured in her most seductive voice. "Barbara?" When the older woman met her eyes she continued with a single word. "Please." The look on the younger woman's face was filled with desire and longing. "Very well sweetheart," smiled Barb as she reached into a stainless steel bowl resting on the nightstand. There was a slight rattle before she leaned forward and touched the dripping ice cube to Lee's lips. The young woman licked it and shivered. Barb plucked the cube from her lover's lips and replaced it with her own. She slid the dripping piece of ice down over Lee's chin to the soft hollow of her throat. She circled there and then ran it down between the breasts that had already been treated to the experience. Goosebumps sprung up only to disappear as Barb followed the cold wet trail with her lips. The older lawyer slid down between Lee's legs. She propped her head on one hand and grinned like a Cheshire cat as she began to circle the fast melting cube on the firm taut stomach, paying particular attention to the cute navel. She shook her head, letting her hair fall over the quivering belly as Lee moaned deeply and tugged harder on the nylons. The last of the ice cube melted onto Lee's tummy. The cold water made her shiver even as Barb's tongue warmed her as it swirled over her skin. The older woman found the tiny pool in her girlfriend's navel and lapped it up before she sat up again. This time she took two cubes from the bowl, holding them up before Lee's eyes and smiling. Lightly, so lightly that half the time Lee thought she was imagining the cold touch, Barb caressed the inside of both thighs with her fingers. Lee was so aroused, so hot that she couldn't believe that the ice wasn't being vaporized at the first touch against her skin. But it wasn't. Two chilling trails danced down her thighs and disappeared under her to circle the soft secret places behind her knees. Lee's toes actually curled in excitement and anticipation and the slickened cold touch followed the curve of her thighs. Then Barb was rubbing the ice against the bottom of her feet and over her toes. Lee tried vainly to stifle a cry as she bucked wildly against the nylons and found herself having an orgasm without being touched anywhere else. "THAT'S what I wanted," whispered the senior attorney. "Poor cold toes," she noted. "We should do something about them." Following her words Barb crouched between the outstretched feet and ran her tongue over the still curled toes of Lee's right foot. Quick feather kisses followed before one by one all five now wiggling toes were drawn into Barb's eager mouth and sucked. Lee could feel the other woman's tongue part her toes, taking away the last of the cold there. A quick shift and the same actions repeated on the dark-haired girl's left foot. "Barbara, Oh my GOD Barbara." Lee's head rolled loosely on her shoulders, her eyes losing their focus as the spasms continued to run wildly through her body. Never in her twenty-five years had she ever felt anything like this. Barb finally stopped her teasing torment and once more knelt between Lee's legs, smiling as she gently stroked her lover's legs. "My goodness lover, I think you really enjoyed that. Look how wet you are, even where, perhaps especially where, I haven't even touched you. Yet." Lee had sunk back against the mattress as the wave of her orgasm subsided. She looked down at her lover. "Yet?" she whispered. "Yet." Barb replied firmly. "An omision that I plan to fix right now." Barb plucked one more ice cube from the bowl. This time though, instead of holding it in her hand, she opened her mouth and closed her teeth on the ice. She shivered and her own dark brown nipples stood out from her heavy breasts just as her lover's pink ones were still doing. Then Barb bent forward and touched the cube to Lee's already soaking pussy, pressing it right between the already swollen lips. Lee thought she had been unbelievably stimulated before but the very first touch of the cold cube between Barb's lips brought her arousal to a degree she had never felt. Then Barb pushed a bit harder and the dripping ice slid between her labia. The other woman began to bob her head, moving the melting cube up and down along the open slit, mimicking the motions that she often used with her tongue. The young black-haired girl tensed as the strokes grew longer for she knew exactly where Barb's movements would reach in just a few seconds. Then the remnants of the cube touched her clit and Lee completely lost control. Her hips came completely off the bed as she flailed wildly. Barb dropped the last sliver of ice from her teeth, wrapped her arms around Lee and hung on for dear life; even as she locked her open mouth against her lover's pussy. Finally Lee's body started to relax. She slipped her hands and feet from the nylon loops as Barb crawled up her body. The two women snuggled together, with Lee still attempting to get her breathing back under control. When that finally happened and her pulse returned to near normal she lifted her head from where it rested on Barb's shoulder and kissed her girlfriend. She tasted herself on Barb's lips. "Okay you," Lee demanded. "Where DID you come up with this idea?" Barb giggled. "Remember that book we glanced at when we went by the bookstore two weeks ago?" "Which book?" "The one with the Black and White photos of women making love." "Oh, THAT one." "Yes. Well, one of the pictures showed a woman running an ice cube over another woman's breast." Barb blushed. "The next day when you were out delivering documents and at the courthouse I experimented. It was so cold, but it was such a turn on. I knew you'd love it." Lee reflected. "Hmmm, that's a pretty sexy image you know. I can see you, leaning back in that big leather chair of yours with your blouse open, your bra pulled down and the cube in your hands. Your eyes are closed and there is the naughtiest smile on your face." "A pretty accurate description darling. You know me so well." Lee rolled sideways until her body covered her lover's. "I know you well enough to imagine that I am going to enjoy my turn at this as much as you did." The older woman never spoke a word. But she stretched out and slid her feet and hands through the nylon stockings that will still tied to the bed posts of the duo's bed as Lee sat up and reached for the bowl. (The End) The Cubicle Have you ever stopped and watched the people hanging around outside of the changing rooms in department stores especially the men. Husbands with wives, boyfriends with girlfriends. Most men stand there absolutely bored. You can tell what they're thinking. "I wish I was somewhere else. In the pub, watching the box ….. anywhere but here." If you spot someone of like mind you nod to him, raise the eyebrows. Display the macho characteristics that tell him you're a member of the "I'm bored out of my skull" fraternity. Come on guys admit it, you know what I mean! Occasionally however you notice the guy who doesn't seem to be waiting for anybody but he keeps looking across to the changing area. He moves from clothes rack to clothes rack checking the various female articles of clothing, occasionally picking something up to check the size or price but always sneaking glances across at the changing area. Last week I spotted one of these peek-a-boo artists. I just happened to be out shopping with my wife who was after a new dress and underwear. She'd picked out what she wanted a nice dress and a couple of sets of matching knickers and bras. It was a quiet day in the store and there was no assistant "guarding" the changing room area so you didn't need to declare how many garments you were taking in with you. As my wife disappeared behind the curtained cubicle I started my wanderings pretending that I wasn't bored to death. As I sauntered around among the dresses I noticed a middle aged man stealing looks at the changing area. I followed his line of vision and could then see what was attracting his attention. The cubicle which my wife was using didn't have the curtain pulled all the way back and the gap that was left allowed the voyeur to see directly into a mirror which vividly reflected my wife taking her everyday clothes off. Now my wife isn't a small woman. A very tasty size 14 in fact. Nice 36 inch breasts with a shapely waist and huggable thighs. I could see that she had removed her blouse and was leaning forward to loosen her boot laces and as she did so her breasts were reflected in the mirror the two large orbs hanging down, restricted only by the bra that was restraining them. That is if you could call it a bra. Two lacy pouches which hid nothing. Her dark brown nipples and areola clearly visible as if she had nothing on at all. As she removed her boots and then her jeans her matching knickers failed to hide the dark thatch between her legs. I watched the man watching my wife. He was openly staring at her mirrored image. As he watched I saw his hand disappear into his trouser pocket and from his actions he was obviously stroking himself. Surprisingly I wasn't annoyed. Quite the opposite. I was excited myself not at the sight of my wife, although that feeling has never disappeared, but at the thought of someone else enjoying the sight and clearly "taking matters into their own hands". As I watched him and then the mirror I could see that my wife had removed her bra and knickers and was standing admiring her naked, perfect, body before trying any new clothes on. She flicked her nipples which responded instantly, sticking out prominently as they do when we have sex, and then she combed her dark thatch using her long fingernails. A little smile crossed her face as she posed hands on hips then she reached behind her to try on the first of the bra sets. I looked at the voyeur and his hand was definitely moving faster. He looked around to see if anyone was in the vicinity and not seeing anyone opened his flies to pull out his cock which he proceeded to stroke with his right hand. I watched fascinated by the performance. How could anyone do what he was doing in the middle of a department store? The guy was clearly a raving pervert but… in some perverse way someone to be admired if only for his sheer nerve. When I looked back to the cubicle my wife had just fastened the bra clip of her second bra and was picking up the dress to try on. At this point I had my erotic idea. I went and picked up another bra and knicker set and took them to the changing area. When I reached my wife's cubicle I stepped inside and when I pulled the curtain back made sure that the gap still allowed unrestricted viewing of the mirror. I told my wife that I had just spotted a lingerie set that I thought she would like and would she try it on. She was obviously pleased that I was showing such an "interest" in shopping. If only she knew. She pulled the dress off and then removed the bra set she was wearing. Before she could try the new set on I looked at her body and whispered in her ear that she looked absolutely fabulous in her birthday suit. She smiled at me, almost embarrassed, and kissed me on the cheek. At which point I turned her round to face the mirror and proceeded to squeeze her tits and tweak her erect nipples pulling them until they stretched out about an inch. I knew all this was being reflected in the mirror and the "handjive gentleman" would be getting a good eyeful. I then moved my hand down to her dark bush and began to push my fingers into her cunt. As I pushed she opened her legs allowing more fingers to gain entry. With three fingers in her I masturbated her until her fanny juices were coating my fingers. I even pulled them out so my watcher friend could see the glistening wetness. She came with a bucking of her hips, forcing herself on to my fingers. I had to cover her mouth with my other hand to keep her shrieks from escaping from the cubicle. When I pulled my fingers out of her fanny I put them in her mouth to lick clean. I kissed her and told her I would wait outside. When I looked around there was no sign of the man but I did see a price tag from one of the dresses where he'd been standing sticking up. I walked across and there was one word written on it in pencil.."THANKS". So next time the woman of your life invites you to help her chose something new to wear don't be too hasty to say "no"…. and keep your eyes open for others who want to enjoy the show!! The Cubicle My high heels echo on the tiled floor as I slowly enter the woman’s bathroom. As I take in the starkness of my impersonal surroundings, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I tug self-consciously at my short denim mini skirt. I had noticed people looking at me when I walked through the Mall. I wasn’t sure if they had been checking out my curvy ass or my tattooed leg. The white shirt I’m wearing is pulling tight against my breasts. I move closer to the mirror and undo a couple of top buttons. I open up the collar a little, revealing a flash of breast tattoos. It was you, who had instructed me on what to wear for this adventure. I lift my gaze and look at my reflection. My black hair falls loosely to my shoulders. I run my fingers through the waves silently wishing them to grow faster. My cheeks are slightly flushed and my green eyes are sparkling mischievously. I could feel my heart pounding. I’m feeling very nervous and naughty at the same time. I can’t believe I’m about to do this... Earlier today you dared me to do this; to strip naked in a Mall bathroom cubicle. Leaving the door unlocked, to catch the reactions of anyone who ‘accidentally’ walked in. You know how much I hate backing out of dares… I pull my thoughts back to the here and now and have another look around…. There are a few women in here already. I observe several empty cubicles and I wander over to one. I close the door quietly. A quick glance around tells me there isn’t a hell of a lot of room in here. I take a deep breath as I unbutton the rest of my shirt and slide it off. I lower the toilet lid and drop the shirt over it. I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. I slip the straps down my tattooed arms and drop this also, onto my shirt. I rub my hands over my full breasts, enjoying the freedom. I give them a loving squeeze. It is quite cool in the bathroom and I can’t help but notice how hard my nipples are. I lick a finger and run it over my nipples, watching them grow instantly bigger. I smirk as I slowly lower the zip on my skirt – the noise is quite noticeable. I pull it down over my ass and wiggle out of it. I kick it aside. I pause and consider leaving my black g-string on. This passes in an instant, as I know you wanted me in here naked. I tuck my thumbs into the sides and pull them down. These too, I kick aside, leaving my 4 inch black stilettos on, as per your instructions. I hear the main bathroom door open and close a couple of times. A shadow passes by my door. It disappears then comes back. I’m leaning against the cold wall pinching my nipples. The door opens a little, and I hear a womans voice ask, “Anyone in here?” I say nothing as the door continues to open. In seconds I’m face to face with the owner of the voice. “Oh shit!” she says, eyes wide open. She has big blue eyes and looks like one of those executive types. She quickly looks me up and down. I continue playing with my nipples and tits. My eyes lock onto hers as I run one hand down to my pussy. It’s all too much for this woman. “Sorry,” she squeaks, and closes the door quickly. I giggle to myself. The door is left slightly ajar. I push my clothing off the toilet seat and straddle the porcelain. I sit down carefully, enjoying the sensation of the butt plug. I blush when I remember how you insisted I add it to my ‘accessories’ this morning and the fun I had inserting it. I lean back a little and place my hand on my pussy. Wet. I idly run a finger up and down my slit. I close my eyes. I’m surprised at how much I’m enjoying this. The next instant, the cubicle is filled with light. My eyes fly open. “Oh my God!” I hear a horrified screeching voice. There is an older woman standing in the wide-open doorway. She seems so disgusted that she can’t even move. I notice there is a group of maybe three younger girls at the bench behind her. They are laughing and trying to see what this woman finds so distasteful. I look up at the woman’s face. I remove my finger from my cunt and bring it to my mouth. I lick it before plunging it in my mouth. I swear she nearly passes out. She is speechless as she stumbles away. I laugh. So do the girls at the bench. “Holy fuck!” says one of them when she spies me. “You nearly killed the old bat!” laughs another. I wink at them while reaching for the door with a foot. “Ooopsy!” I say as I push the door closed with my toe, after I give them a cheeky wink. The girls giggle and I hear them talking excitedly at the same time. “Fucking cool,” says one. “Good one!” calls another. Their voices fade away as they disappear back into the mall. I am nearly laughing now and I sigh as I stand up. I wonder how long I am suppose to stay in here. You never did give me a time frame. The place is silent. I turn around. My back facing the door. I consider getting dressed. I reach down for my clothing, when I notice the cubicle door opening slowly. I keep my position, with my ass up in the air and look behind me. It’s that executive chick. She looks at my ass. “Shit,” I realize suddenly. “She'll see the plug.” She looks at me. “Y'know, you’re not supposed to use these bathrooms for what you’re doing.” I stand up and turn around. “I’m not suppose to do a lot of things, but I do them anyway,” I tell her. She is actually very attractive now that I get a better look at her. She has perfectly straight long hair, an auburn color. Immaculate make-up. She is wearing a low cut suit jacket and a mid thigh skirt. She enters the cubicle and closes the door, locking it. “Wow,”' she says, looking at my tattoos. Her gaze lowers. I am playing with my pussy jewellery. Her eyes widen as she crouches before me. “I’ve never seen one of these close up before,” she says. Her voice has become quite husky. She asks me a few questions about the piercing. I feel my pussy getting wetter, seeing her before me. I’ve never had a woman touch my cunt before and I’m trying hard not to stammer when I answer her. She slowly raises her hand and runs a perfectly manicured finger down my freshly shaved pussy and touches the jewellery. She flicks it sending a gorgeous shock wave to my clit. My breathing gets a little heavier. She runs her fingers down the length of my slit. I move my feet apart a little as she slides a finger up my slippery cunt. I close my eyes as my head falls back a little. She continues to work my pussy expertly until I am dripping. My God, I think to myself. She’s surely done this before. I look down to see her face moving towards my glistening cunt. Her tongue extends and licks my slit slowly. Her tongue plays with my jewellery. I’m in a state of bliss. She uses one hand to open me up to her hot tongue and reaches behind me. She finds my butt plug. Her tongue works its way deeply into my pussy as she gently pushes on the plug. My knees want to give way. I reach down and grasp her head. Instantly she stops. “Please, don’t touch me.” She doesn’t even look up. I groan and extend my arms out each side of me, using the walls to support me. She buries her face into my pussy and digs her tongue back into my cunt. She taps on the butt plug driving me crazy. I feel my body tensing up and know I am going to cum any second. She must know this as she thrusts a finger deep into me. “Oh fuck,” I moan.... I can’t believe I am naked in a cubicle, my legs spread wide, with this woman kneeling before me, eating me out. It’s all too much. I feel my cunt so deeply tense it nearly hurts. I am panting heavily and my knees nearly buckle as the immense wave of orgasm crashes through me. I ride her tongue hard as I cum in her mouth. Deeper and deeper her tongue works into me. I want to scream out, make some noise. My hips buck from the intensity and she grabs my ass, holding me still. I feel a sweat break out on my brow and my breasts are heaving. I try to catch my breath. She continues to lick me as the jolts eventually subside. I groan as I finally relax, enjoying the moment of her lapping my juices from me. I feel her licking my outer lips and she twirls her tongue around my clit. Fuck it is so sensitive. She gives me one last long, deep lick. I look at her as she moves away a little, licking her lips. She stands up and looks at me with her bright blue eyes, before she leans in and kisses me softly. Her tongue probes my panting mouth and I taste myself on her lips. She pulls away, straightening herself up. Her lipstick is smudged. She opens the door and walks out without saying a word. She doesn’t look back. I catch my breath and touch my sopping wet cunt. It’s still pulsating. I feel slightly flustered as I force myself to reach down for my crumpled clothing. I can’t help but smile, as I think of you and your dare. Oh baby, I can’t wait to tell you about THIS…