0 comments/ 7118 views/ 2 favorites From the Sea By: melodiclyrics Sasha, my lover. As of the 26th of May, I've been underway for 74 days. It would be a safe estimate to say I've made myself come twice a day, thinking about you. I say that's a safe estimate because for every day I seem to be able to make enough time for only one, there are days where I'll come for you three times. So, before I even start, thank you for the 150 something orgasms... including the one (so far) today. I only wish all of that come could have been inside or on you in some way. When I have enough time, I make sure to draw out the fantasies of you, stroking myself in the way I'd have your hand do. Today's fantasy was particularly sweet, as it was set in the night following our wedding. I was lying next to you, on your left side as we've become accustomed to. I took your left hand into mine and kissed your ringed finger. "I cherish you", I whispered. "And you're mine now." You smiled, and I continued speaking, "mine to watch over, and keep safe, and protect." I drew closer to you, my lips caressing your neck, and I continued in a soft voice, "and mine to pleasure, to pleasure myself with, and use until you're drained of energy." I felt your body shudder as my teeth lightly sank into the soft skin of your neck. You drew in a quick breath as I traced my tongue up your neck to your ear, where the soft sound of my deep breaths caused your body to tingle. "In fact, my wife," I grinned, "I think I'll take you now." Your eyes met mine with equal parts insistence and submission. I parted your legs with my knee, and slid my body on top of yours. I felt the heat rising from underneath your panties, soaking the front of my boxers with both wetness and warmth. As my hips pressed into yours hungrily, I entangled my fingers into your hair. Grasping a handful, I firmly drew your lips to mine. Our tongues slid across each other as our bodies instinctually started grinding together in rhythm. As the kiss deepened, you could feel me growing harder against your sweet pussy. The head of my cock escaped the front of my boxer shorts, and the feel of its skin against your inner thigh caused you to draw in a quick breath. We pulled away from our kiss to study the intensity in each other's face, our hips still swerving in unison. By now, a puddle of our juices had formed on the front of your underwear. I pulled my chest away from yours so that I might watch my now exposed cock tracing lines of precome over the front of your panties. It was so slick, so slippery, that I knew I could come simply by continuing to stroke myself over the front of your wet clothed pussy. However, you know how Pavlovian and thirsty I get upon seeing you wet, especially when your sweet scent reaches my senses. I slowly slid my whole body downwards, maintaining firm pressure against yours. I maneuvered myself further down between your legs, feeling a slick streak paint my chest as it rubbed against the lake of juices we'd collected on the front of your underwear. Once my face was between your legs, I sucked the front of your panties into my mouth. The sweet cocktail of our combined nectars filled my mouth, and as my tongue writhed against the soaked fabric, it parted your lips and stroked your stimulated clit. Your hips arched, your breath drew in deeply, your nipples hardened, and I snickered to myself in anticipation of the brain-melting I was about to inflict upon you. After thoroughly licking your inner thighs clean (for your honey is precious and shall not be wasted), I took the waistband of your panties into my teeth and started pulling them off of you. The front of them adhered slightly to your lips as a result of the thick nectar that had flowed out of you. As your underwear was down around your upper thighs, they got caught and I ripped a small hole in the front with my teeth. Frustrated, playful, and hungry, I simply took the fabric into my hands and tore it in two pieces. Your eyes widened as you saw the intensity in my eyes, but upon feeling me spread your legs strongly, they drifted shut again and you sank your head into the pillow beneath. Your hands instinctively drifted to your breasts. Soft fingertips met hard nipples, and you rolled them between your fingers and thumbs at the same pace that my tongue licked your clit. I started with small, light circles, tracing its circumference and pushing back its hood. Soft, loving kisses interchanged with puppy dog laps. You pinched your nipples hard between your fingers as you felt a firm but gentle bite against your clitoris. One long, slow lick passed, and your eyes drifted open from the soft shock of my cold breath blowing against your wet lips. The chill I'd inflicted was lusciously replaced with deep warmth as I sucked your clit and lips into my mouth. An animal moan escaped you as my tongue paint brushed you. Your nipples in your fingertips, your hips, and the endorphins in your blood were all swirling in unison with my tongue's rotation. In a steady rhythm, and entirely within my mouth, my tongue would stroke your clit with its top, caress it with its underside, flick it with its tip, and then penetrate your pussy as deeply as it could to pull out more precious honey. And though our long and luxurious sexual history would have forecasted no orgasm until my fingers were inside of you, you felt the sensation building deep within. Your breath quickened in response to the building climax, and your moans had lengthened into a serenade of wordless beckoning. The sensations swelled to the point of explosion. Your come gushed into my mouth, all down my chin, and dripped onto the sweat-soaked sheets underneath you. I ravenously drank every drop I could salvage, and forced my tongue as deep as I could inside your sweet pussy until you pulled me away via two handfuls of my hair. You breathlessly alternated between pitiful utterances of "fuck" and "please". My smile widened. ------------------------------------------------- I took your wrists into my strong hands and pushed your hips back down against the bed. Your imploring eyes met mine, and my intense expression seized your attention. "Sasha," I spoke, "my wife. I told you, you are MINE now. I'll be the one to say when I'm done with you or not." I forced your wrists hard against the bed by your hips, and started nibbling your inner thighs, lips, and pubic hair. You writhed against me helplessly. I released your left wrist from my right hand, and you feebly attempted to pull my head from between your legs. Your will and insistence stopped, however, when you felt my fingertip part your wet lips. Your body collapsed in submission; I laughed, "I know you have more than one orgasm in you. This is your fault for telling me how many times in a row you can come with your toy." You mumbled some sort of acknowledgement or weak protest; it didn't matter. My finger was already sliding slowly inside of you, occasionally squeezed by your still contracting vagina. Your fuzzy brain was barely able to perceive the progression from soft licks to deep sucking, from one finger teasing you to two fingers stroking your g-spot. All you knew is that I had quickly locked into the lush cadence of licking and finger fucking that had caused so many liters of your come to soak our mattresses. You felt another climax building inside of you, but it was the intense and powerful kind that only came from the passionate manipulation of your most inner erotic zones. As dictated by the habits I've deeply engrained in you, you begged me not to stop. Your clit was vacuumed into my hot mouth and my fingers were buried in your soaking pussy. Your hands were loyally pinching and pulling the hard nipples on your heavy tits. The flood of endorphins in your blood and juice inside your vagina were just about to burst the dam when you felt the light pressure of my left index finger against your anus. The sensation sent you so far over the edge of orgasm that you screamed a guttural "FUCK!!!" into the bedroom air. Your hips sharply arched, your clenched fists yanked at your breasts, and wave upon wave of warm come squirted from your throbbing pussy onto my tongue and face. The air was filled with a chorus of moans, growls, expletives, and the splashing of my fingers still pumping into your incomprehensibly wet vagina. You fought the paralyzing orgasm just barely enough to push my head from between your legs in a fit of childlike shoves and tantrums. Once free from my control, you rolled on your right side, sucked your thumb, and curled into a fetal position. I chuckled to myself, placed my hand on your hip, and received a firm kick for my cruel caress. I lay behind you, admired your spasming body, and soaked in your soft whimpers. I scanned your body with my eyes, feeling victorious. My gaze paused alternately upon the wedding band on your left hand, your t-shirt which had been mercilessly stretched by your hands clutching and pawing your breasts, the shards of fabric that had once been your underwear still encircling your shivering legs, the thumb in your mouth, and your beautiful eyes (which are still gorgeous even when shut). I was then that I peripherally spied a small stream of nectar flowing from your swollen pussy, down over your bottom, and onto our darkly stained sheets. I drew a bead of the moisture from your bottom with one fingertip, and you grumbled a protest at my touch. I coated the head of my penis with your natural lubricant (for that is where it belongs), and stroked myself back into full erection. The subtle wet sounds and the noise of my rustling sparked your attention, and you curiously looked over your left shoulder. Your eyes caught the sight of my masturbation, and with your thumb still in your mouth, you looked up at my face and raised one eyebrow. I brought my left hand up to yours, caressed the ring on your finger, and whispered, "Mine." "And I'm not finished with you yet." ------------------------------------------------- Grasping your left hand in mine, I pulled the thumb from your mouth. I kissed your thumb, and drank in the light film of your saliva still coating it. Pulling your hand away from your face, I drew my lips to yours. You weakly kissed me, and my tongue parted your mouth. The taste of your honey washed over your tongue, and you kissed me back with a renewed vigor. The tip of my tongue playfully caressed the stud piercing yours, and my fingers once again became entangled in your now-wild hair. It was then that I turned less playful. Gripping a handful of your hair, I pulled your hair and your lips left mine. Your eyes opened wide in shock and slight fear. I pulled your head back, exposing the porcelain skin of your neck. I vampirically sank my teeth in, tasting your sweet sweat. Your hands rose to my chest to fend off my intensity, but I snatched your wrist and forced it above your head. You were captured by my hand ensnaring your locks and your small wrist. A futile attempt to regain control using your free hand was quickly subverted, and you found both of your wrists pinned by my left hand above your head. "Kyle!" you implored, as if you were unsure of or reluctant towards your immediate fate. I grinned reassuringly, and softly said, "I won't hurt you, and you know this. I promised to keep you safe. But I also promised that I would use you for my pleasure." You relaxed, though hesitantly, and indicated your submission by meekly parting your legs for me. I took my hard penis into my free hand and placed its head at the opening of your still-wet vagina. Your eyes indicated your exhaustion, your hope for romantic mercy, your submission, and hinted at a longing still unquenched. You drew in a deep breath as my cock effortlessly slid inside of you. The squeeze of your contracting vagina milked drop after drop of precome from me. The blood continued to stiffen my cock, and you felt its increasing size stretch you from within. When I was fully immersed in your body, I freed your hands, and they fell meekly to your sides. "Now," I growled, "now I enjoy you." Deliberate, piston-like thrusting soon accelerated into feverish fucking. Your fried nerves sent a delayed sensation of pleasure to your saturated senses. A soft moan escaped your lips, though thoughts of concern filled your mind regarding your own stamina. You were quickly jarred from your absent thoughts by the sounds of our bodies slapping together. "Oh!" you said, and reciprocally uttered a deeper "oooooh" as the flood of sensations finally caught up to your brain. Your breath was shallow, your eyes were shut, and you were sure despite the pleasure that your body could not endure the wolfish passion with which I was taking you. I sensed your desperation, but I was still unsatisfied... I pulled my cock out of you, and a couple drops of our combined juice dripped onto your stomach. Your shirt was casually stripped from you and cast onto the floor. You quizzically titled your head, but nodded once in recognition as I pressed your breasts together with my hands. Your hands slid softly over mine, fingers intertwining. Upon feeling my hardness nestle between your soft breasts, you gazed down and found yourself stunned by my size. The slippery cocktail of our nectar combined well with the beads of sweat on your chest, and I felt myself drown in the incredible sensation of your soft skin against me. I pressed your breasts together firmly, and your fingertips absently teased your own nipples as I fucked the soft valley of your chest. Dark animal moans escaped my mouth as I tossed my head back and savored the rapture of your soft body underneath mine. I looked down into your doe eyes, and read the complete submission to my will from your flushed face and pursed lips. I freed your breasts, and my hand once again found your hair. Your eyes closed knowingly, expectantly. Your mouth opened obediently, and you felt the head of my cock penetrate your lips as I pulled you by the back of your hair to meet me. You again tasted the honey that had saturated my skin, but its taste was quickly replaced by the salty precome drawn out by the tightness of your mouth. You sucked yourself lightly around my circumference, and massaged the underside of my cock with your tongue as it slid shallowly into and out of your mouth. The sensation of you swallowing the pooling precome elicited growls of pleasure from me. My hand released its grip from your hair, and I caressed your cheek. Your hands found my hips, and you held my body still. Braced by your grip, you took me as deep into your mouth as you could manage. Our position prevented you from taking me in fully, and you grunted with annoyance. Pulling me out of your mouth, you scooted up to sitting, and led me by the hips to a semi-standing position on the bed. I braced myself with the headboard, hunched over you sitting up straight in front of me. You then took my cock between your fingertips and guided it back to your mouth. You slid your hands between my thighs to my backside, placed them on my bottom, and urged my hips forward. All breath left my body as you took me fully into your mouth. I felt the massage of your tongue stud as you worked the bottom of my penis with your talented mouth. You sank your nails into the skin of my backside, sucked hard, and fucked me lusciously with your blowjob. My knees buckled. The sensation of your fellatio and the sheer sexiness of the sight of it were too much for my woozy head to process. I crumbled onto the bed in front of your sitting body and lay on my back. You laughed darkly and got on all fours. With animal quickness, my cock was back in your mouth and you were massaging my scrotum. I whimpered, almost protestingly, but immediately found myself wondering why I would protest such a thing. I had relinquished all control, and you had seized it as firmly as you'd seized my shaft in your hand. You pumped me and sucked me and bathed proudly in the moans steadily escaping me. Feeling me near explosion, you teasingly stopped fellating me. I whined, and you shushed me. You then perched over me. You slid one finger into your pussy to verify its wetness, and finding ample lubrication, you pushed your fingertip into my mouth. I sucked it clean. You expertly guided my cock to your vagina, and captured me fully as you sat. You forced my hips down, trapping me. "My husband," you said, "you're MINE. My body is yours to use for pleasure, but yours is mine to use, to drain, to control, to OWN, and to devour as I see fit." (This may not sound like genuine dialog to you, but do keep in mind this is my fantasy. When this all happens for real, I'm sure your words, though different, will carry equivalent meaning.) As could have been predicted, I wasn't going to last long underneath you. You gripped my hair and forced my mouth to your breasts. I alternated taking each of your nipples into my mouth, pinching the other with a free hand. My teeth hungrily sank into your nipples, and you cried out with the sensation. You grinded me strongly, fucking me into complete coma. I tried to grasp your hips; I attempted to hold you still so that I could rapidly thrust into you via my own power. You refused. You forced my pelvis down and ordered me to hold still. Then you recommenced grinding. You tossed your head back, your wild hair flying everywhere. I lay stiff beneath you, powerless to resist your will or the growing orgasm inside of me. "Sasha," I gasped, "I'm coming!" This did nothing to lessen your pace, and as you felt me pulse inside of you, your eyes met mine with an expression of dominance. I writhed, I came, I moaned, I came, I clutched the pillow, and my come filled you. My moans and growls of pleasure, coupled with the sensation of my pulsing cock, brought you surprisingly near the edge of your own orgasm. You pulled my still-rigid cock out from inside of you, and started furiously rubbing it against your aching clit. I thrashed beneath you, blinded by overwhelming orgasm. Come flowed between your fingers as you massaged your clitoris with my hot, hard, and slippery cock. Your third orgasm swelled and burst through your senses, passing over you in waves. You collapsed on top of me, and laughed a minute later when you realized your breasts had landed perfectly on either side of my face. I certainly wasn't complaining. In fact, I was incapable of saying much of ANYTHING. You rolled off me and lay in your rightful place at my side. You cuddled against my chest, and took my left hand into yours. You gazed admiringly at our matched wedding bands, and sighed gently as I kissed the top of your head... exactly the same way I kissed the top of your head in our first-ever meeting. A warm tingle enveloped your whole body as you realized that our love had truly come full circle. I love you, Sasha. Let's do this forever. From the Shower to... I went to the gym the day that Eric wanted to coordinate that we be there. I went for a swim, but didn't see Eric yet. After 15 minutes of laps back and forth, I got out and changed into basketball shorts and a t-shirt. On my way to the weight room, I heard Eric call my name. I saw him come up to me, dressed in a short sleeved white button-down shirt and black slacks. He said he would go swimming while I worked out in the weight room. I did my usual 20-30 minute routine then walked to the pool to see if he was there. I didn't see him so I went upstairs to my locker. He was there, taking off his swimsuit. I took off my clothes, and we headed to the shower. Again, he took the shower across from mine so I could see him soap himself up and vice versa. From here, I noticed that his balls weren't as close in size than I thought. He had one that was significantly larger than the other. After the shower, we went into the steam room. It was crowded so I left after a couple minutes to go to the jacuzzi. I went in and sat down, letting the jets relax my muscles. I still, but Eric did little laps back and forth. Occasionally he would stand in front of me and reach behind him to feel my dick and balls. Then he would go back and forth across the jacuzzi. When he sat down next to me, I reached over and stroked his dick and balls. He did the same with me. He moved to the other wall to do stretches, and I let my dick get soft so I could get out. I grabbed my towel and headed upstairs to the jacuzzi. I went in and noticed it was empty. I sat down, and Eric came in a couple minutes later. Eric lay along the far wall, doing stretches like he was the last time I saw him. I wanted to try to touch him, but another man walked in. We sat in silence, and when I was finished, I went out to the showers. Eric came out of the steam room and walked toward my shower stall. He rubbed my dick while I was soaping up my arms. When he heard someone coming he moved across to the other shower and started taking his. About 2 or 3 times he looked down the way to see if anyone was there and came over to stroke me to hardness. I turned away when I thought I was close to cumming. I was also able to reach over while he was close to me and stroke him as well. When he finished his shower, he came over to see if I was going to the jacuzzi again. I said I was going to get ready to leave, and he did the same. As we were getting dressed (I got a lock to leave my stuff in a locker upstairs across from his), I glanced over to watch him get dressed. I got a little excited to watch him cover up his dick and balls in white briefs, then his briefs in dress slacks. He put his shirt on and buttoned it down, and put on black socks and dress shoes. Through all of this I'm getting dressed and deciding what to leave in my locker. When I got organized, and he was ready to leave too. Outside, he wanted to go out for a drink or get something to eat. I didn't want to feel like more than acquaintances. However, he asked if I wanted to get in his car. I was reluctant, but I figured I'd be able to explain myself and straighten him out. He put his stuff in the car, we got in, and he drove to the end of the parking lot. I told him I want to keep our encounters coincidal and not coordinating when we would be going to the gym next or going out for drinks. I didn't want to turn encounters into a relationship and bring on conflicting emotions and questioning my sexuality. I did, however, want a massage. 'Are you any good at massages? I've been sore for the past few days and think I need one.' 'I'm ok. I could try if you need one' 'You said you live in the area?' 'Yeah. My aunt lives closeby too, and she's out of town so we could go there.' 'That should be fine.' And with that, he drove a few miles to a house. We talked about the explorations of my sexuality, and experimenting with what I like or what happened between us in the jacuzzi. We also shared how much we've done sexually with other men. My being inexperienced with men or women, I told him right away not to read more into what we were going to do than just massages. Also, on the way, he put his hand on my thigh and started rubbing it. That made my dick hard so he started stroking that a little bit too. We got to the house and went inside. He led me to the bedroom and said he left some lotion in the car. So I stood by the bed and waited. When he got back, his shirt was untucked and unbuttoned. I could see his chest hair through the space between his shirt. He handed me the lotion and finished undressing. He took off his shoes and socks, and his pants and briefs. Just watching him strip got me hard. He started walking over to me, and I took off my shirt. Then he undid my pants and pulled them and my boxers down. I grabbed his dick and gave it a few strokes before deciding what to do next. 'How about I give you a massage first so I can show you where I'm sore.' 'Ok.' He setup a towel on the bed so no lotion would get on it and lay face down. I looked at him from head to toe. He had a patch of hair around the bottom of each shoulder blade and a bigger patch of hair on the small of his back. His butt didn't have any hair on it at all, and about an inch if his ballsac was visible between his legs. I squirted lotion on my hands, sat down at his side, and started rubbing his neck. I put pressure on both sides of his neck and the sides of his spinal cord, only rubbing down. Then I traced the sides of my fingers along the tops of his shoulders along the collarbone. While I was doing his upper back and neck, his hand reached down and started stroking my dick. I was already hard and told him to stop after a few minutes because I would cum. Then I started in the middle of his back and pushed my hands out along those muscles. I moved lower to his shoulder blades and made big circles around them with my hands. I watched the hair on his shoulder blades stick to his body and point in the direction of my strokes. I eventually moved down to his butt. I started at the small of his back, applying lotion so it wouldn't feel rough to massage where he has hair there. I rubbed my palms across the top of his pelvis out to his sides. I told him that was where I was sore, and that's where he should focus on when he massages me. After rubbbing those muscles, I moved down to his butt. I squeezed his cheeks together a couple times and pushed them upwards. I made circles around each cheek with both hands together. I moved to the backs of his thighs. I used both hands on each thigh and went along the sides up to his butt. He spread his legs so I would be able to go all the way up. I went up and down for a little bit and rubbed his balls. I went down to his calves and massaged them too, the same way I massaged his thighs. When I was done, we switched places, and I laid on my back. I told him to do the same things I did to him, but it didn't work too well. His strokes were too wide, spanning multiple muscle groups at a time. I tried to tell him to go section by section, but it was ok. I felt a little bit relaxed at the end. When he was done, I sat up and we started stroking each others' dicks. He said he was close to cumming so we went to the bathroom. We kept stroking each other, facing the toilet. He came first, still stroking me as he shot. I took a little while longer, but eventually came too. He flushed the toilet and turned on the shower. He took his shower first, and I waited for him to finish. I took my shower, he handed me a towel, and we got dressed and left. On the way back to the gym I told him that I was glad to be able to experience this with someone else and understand that I'm not as into guys than I thought I was. This was further apparant from the second time that we exchanged massages, about a week later. The massage from him was better, but when he started kisssing my back, it felt weird to me. I told him that I don't think we should do this again, and he complied. From the Start From the Start: Driving around on a Sunday afternoon somewhere between Dallas and Ft. Worth on Highway 114 in around 1969. Driving around surely exhibits being raised in the country where just driving around was the objective for many a Sunday afternoon. First wife and I were just kicking back, relaxing and enjoying the bright sunny autumn day in north Texas. My beautiful, slender and sexy wife seemed to enjoy playing sexually almost as much as I did. So I had no qualms about suggesting she take you bra off while we were riding around. She said," Someone might see me." "Naw, no one can see inside the car (68 Cougar)." "Things like this scare me," she says looking around in all directions to see if anyone is near us on the highway. "What are you scared of?" I say. "I don't know. You know doing something like that in public, out in the open, in the car, you know." She says. "Isn't that kind of exciting now that you are thinking about it?" "I don't understand! You act like it would be OK for someone to see me." "Hmmm, not only OK but I would find it terribly exciting. For someone else to know how lucky I am to have someone as good looking and sexy as you." "Oh, how sweet." She says leaning over to kiss me on the cheek. Which allows me to reach up and pinch her nipple through her top and bra. "Euww, that feels good." "See if you had taken you bra off already it would have felt even better." Again, looking all around, she smiles, leans back against the door in deep contemplation. "You know I can help you take off your bra without ever taking off your blouse." "Ohh, you think so, do you?" "I know so!" "Show me, then." "Lean forward." She complies. I reach around to her back and unclasp her bra. "Opps!" she cries grabbing her breasts with both hands, as they swing free. "Ok now you gotta move your hand if you are going to let me do this." Smiling slyly she removes her hands from her breasts. I reach in to her sleeve closest to me and pull her bra strap down her arm. Then I gently pull the strap over her elbow and off her wrist and hand. Again she moves to grab her breast again. "Now, now don't be grabbing those beautiful tits again." She smiles and drops her hands back into her lap. I ask her to turn and face me. When she does this, I reach up her other sleeve, grab the other bra strap and pull the bra free from her blouse. In one motion I hang the bra on the rear view mirror. Confusion is apparent, unsure whether to grab her boobs or her bra, she finally covers her nipples with her right hand and grabs the bra with the left hand. "I don't believe you, sometimes." As she rolls her bra up and starts to put it in her purse, I check out her nipples. As I thought they would be, they were hard as rocks and very obvious under the thin blouse with no bra to cover them. "I see you are enjoying this also." "What, what do you mean?" "Your nipples look great trying to poke holes through your blouse now that you do not have a bra to cover them up." Looking down, growing red and again reaching up to cover her nipples she looks at me and asks, "Do you really like the way they look?" "Absolutely! If I had my way you would never ever wear a bra again in this lifetime." "I couldn't do that!" "Why not?" "Everybody would know that I was not wearing a bra." "And what, my beautiful, sexy wife, would be wrong with that." "Well..., well..., I don't know. I know taking my bra off has already starting to make me horny." "How wonderful. Because I have had a hard-on since we started talking about taking your bra off." "Really?" She reaches over and grabs my swollen cock. "Why don't you take me home and use that thing on me?" "I'm sure that is where this is going to go before the day is over. But right now why don't you turn my dick lose, before I cum in my pants." Giggling she turns me lose and leans back against the door. Looking down at her nipples, which were still trying to poke holes in the thin blouse. She notices I am trying to drive and look at her nipples at the same time. With a sexy smile she reaches up and begins to touch her right nipple with the index finger of her left hand. "Going without a bra makes me really horny. See how hard my nipples are right now?" "It makes me very horny also, as you just felt." About this time a 12 wheeler pulls beside us on the right side of our car. She is so wrapped up in what she is doing to her nipple; she never notices when he slows down to my speed. It dawns on me he can see what she is doing. "Why don't you pull your blouse up so you can be really nice to that hard rock of a nipple?" Having reached a level of desire where she was no longer thinking about anything but how good she was making her nipple feel. She slides her right hand to the bottom of her blouse and slowly pulls it up and uncovers the breast she was manipulating. She then takes the nipple between her index finger and thumb and starts to roll in back and forth. Closing her eyes, leaning her head back against the window, she forgets anything but how much what she is doing is exciting her. "Honey, why don't you just take your blouse off, so you can play with both your nipples without hindrance?" She without thinking or looking around grabs the bottom of her blouse and rips it over her head. Immediately, she begins to roll both her nipples between her index fingers and thumbs. Totally lost in sexual excitement, she lets out a low guttural moan. About this time the driver of the 18-wheeler blows his horn and begins to pull off the freeway onto the exit ramp. My wife snaps her head around, trying to slide down into the seat and cover herself at the same time. "What was that?" "Well, I think it was the driver of the truck showing his appreciation for you showing off your tits in such an erotic manner. I guess you made his day. He will most likely go home and give his wife the best fuck in years. Of if he is going to a motel room, jack off thinking about your beautiful tits." "Why didn't you tell me he was there? Why did you let him look at me like that?" "Because what you were doing was making me very horny and I did not want you to stop. And when he pulled up and slowed down I realized he could look down and see what you were doing. This just about made me blow my load without even touching myself." "Do you think he liked what he saw?" "I have no doubt he did. You heard his horn when he pulled off didn't you?" "All this is really making me extremely wet and horny. You aren't mad that someone else saw me naked from the waist up doing what I was doing?" "Not only not made, you see that truck up ahead of us? I think I'll pull up next to him and let you give him a show just like the last guy got. What do you think about that?" "Oh, no, I'd be too embarrassed." "Ok, why don't you lean back against the car door, close your eyes and start rolling your nipples again. Like you were doing before." Without another word, she leans back, starts to pinch her nipples again and as we come up on the truck, closes her eyes. Her breathing is audible over the radio as she is really getting into this erotic scenario. I pull up beside the truck, slow down so the driver's window in right above her. She whispers, without opening her eyes, "Is he looking?" "I don't know. I can't see him. I guess you will have to open your eyes and look up to find out for yourself if he is looking or not." She stops rolling her nipples and cups her breasts with both hands and starts to gently flick her nipples with the fingernail of her index fingers. She turns her head, facing the truck driver and opens her eyes. Again a low guttural moan comes from deep inside her. Again surprising me beyond all belief, she moves her left hand down her stomach and begins to rub the palm of her hand over her cunt mound. The truck driver shows his appreciation by blowing his horn, which causes her to smile while still looking straight at him. "I think he likes it!" "No shit! He is not the only one who likes it. I know I am loving it and unless I'm wrong you are enjoying yourself immensely." Again all I get is guttural moans and she stares the guy down. She then spreads her legs to allow better access to her cunt mound. Slowly growing bolder and hornier as this scene progresses she moves her left back up to the top of her shorts and slides it under the waistband. Squirming around trying to get her hand back on the good spot she finally gives up. With both hands she grabs the snap of her shorts, stops and looks straight at me and asks, "Are you going to hate me if I take my shorts off and make myself cum while this cute guy watches me?" "Certainly not. This is the most erotic thing I have ever seen in my whole life. Please, go ahead and do it." "Your sure?" "Totally!" "Ok, here goes." Turning her eyes back to the truck driver she unsnaps the top of her shorts. Again the truck driver blows his horn in appreciation. "I think he likes the idea, too." Slowly she grasps the zipper and gently pulls it down. Looking back at me then hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and begins to slide them down her legs. Gracefully stepping out her shorts she moves her hand back to her slit and starts to rub herself again. Taking turns pinching each nipple as she watched this guy watch her show off. "Well I guess it would be rude for me to stop now." She moves her hands to the top of her panties, hooks her thumbs in the elastic and starts the absolutely most erotic action I had ever witnessed. Very slowly she pulls the panties down over her stomach, stopping just before her pubic hairs came into view. "I don't believe I'm doing this. It is making hornier than I have ever been in my whole life. You better not ever get mad at me for doing this. It was all your idea." "I'll only get mad if you don't talk to me about it in the future." She raises her ass cheeks off the seat with both feet on the floorboard and slides the panties down over her thighs, over her knees and off her ankles and feet. She looks at me and sees my state of excitement, then turns and looks up at the truck driver. Who again showing his appreciation blows his horn long and loud. She giggles, turns in the seat with her back to me. Then lays back with her head on my lap, brings her right leg up and leans it against back part of her seat. Leaving her left foot on the floorboard, she is now totally open for both our new truck-driving friend and me. She reaches down and spreads her cunt lips with her left hand. Then with her right hand she begins to push two fingers over her clitoris into her pussy and back. She kept this up until she was raising her hips up and fucking herself for our watching pleasure. But I don't think we were having nearly as much fun as she was. Then with loud scream she grabs herself with both hands squeezing and rubbing herself to orgasm. Wave after wave of orgasmic convulsions rack her body as she finishes herself off before slumping into the seat exhausted. From the Sublime to the Ridiculous This story shares some elements of my other stories in the beginning, but goes in a totally different direction. If you like fetish, unpredictable androids, B/D and Science Fiction/Fantasy, this story is for you! CHAPTER 1- THE "CHANCE" MEETING I had pulled into a gas station on a raw overcast evening to gas up. The station was old and minimal, with 1 row of pumps. Recently the proprietor, who I had known by face for 20 years, installed a glass booth inside of a tiny store front, where you could buy some chips and smokes up until late. The booth was lit, but the attendant was busy in the back probably catching up on the TV he couldn't get to at home. As I started to gas up my car with hydrogen, in the light mist illuminated by the station lights, a new model sedan pulled up to the opposite side of the pumps. Since I am nosy, I stood closer to the pump to see who was in the car. A tall woman in a hooded leather trench coat got out of the car. I couldn't help to notice the swing of her hips as she walked toward the pump. What registered a second later was the hollow sound which her heels were making. The sound on the damp pavement was attenuated slightly, but was not made by merely a shoe, but was a more deliberate racket. It was a concentrated noise made by a heel at the bottom of a female leg wrapped in a long shaft. The lady in the leather coat had to be wearing high heeled boots. I strained to look as the lady pulled out her card and operated the pump. I could see that she was quite tall and wore sunglasses. Due to the shadows I could not see her boots, which my sight coveted, but she was operating the keypad with no problem with a pair of dark colored gloves. It didn't happen so often anymore at 50 years old, but I could feel a boner coming on. I had a vivid imagination, but that's generally as far as things went. After staring for longer than I wished, the woman caught me watching her out of the corner of her eye and glanced my way. I felt butterflies invade my stomach and was thankful that all she did was glance at me, before beginning to fill her tank. I must have really taken my time, because the lady had completed her fill up and replaced the cap to her gas tank, before I was finished. I was just trying to finish up and leave quietly, when I heard those hollow footsteps coming toward me! I continued what I was doing and tried to act nonchalant, but as I turned around the woman was facing me from about three feet away, with a hand on her hip. She smelled of a delightful perfume mixed with something else, of which I was unsure. I could not help myself and looked down at her feet. The light where I was standing was pretty adequate and I could see her leather boots now very clearly. They were black and had very tall heels, with about a one inch platform and they continued up under her leather trench coat. The boots had some small crinkles around her ankles, but otherwise they had no sag to them. In my book they were highly effective weapons of mass confusion for me. Taking stock of myself I found myself coming up several inches short facing this tall mysterious woman, who apparently had something to say to me. All I could get out was, "hello there". I acted silly sometimes when I was embarrassed. The woman scrutinized me for a period of time, which felt like forever, before she spoke. "You appear to take an interest in me." The lady had a very melodic and throaty voice and she was clearly very blunt. There was something strange about it, which I couldn't put my finger on." I sputtered for a moment before composing myself to speak. "Yyyyou dress very well put together, I didn't know how to tell a stranger." I realized I was barely making sense. The woman placed one foot to the side in a smooth feline gesture and rocked her boot on its heel, before replying. I saw this as a flirting gesture, so did my cock, as I had to shift my weight at a poor attempt to hide my boner. I had to focus to stare at her face. After my routine, which could pass as comedy, she finally replied, "I can see that I make you bashful!" I was stunned and could not speak. Thankfully the woman reacted to this nonplussed. She removed her sunglasses and hood and some of my questions were immediately answered. Her eyes were an aqua blue, which could have been altered by contact lenses, but the complexion of her skin gave her away. Her skin was flawless and porcelain in color. This lady was an android! She was modeled after a young brunette of about 25 and she was gorgeous. The mechanical woman heard me gasp and took another step toward me, so she was well within my personal space. One of the robot's black gloves rested on my thigh, with a very light touch, only an inch from my erection. She had to know that she was tantalizing me. What I noticed, was that the glove was very well fitting but made of thick rubber, as was her hooded coat, not of leather! At this distance the odor of the rubber was very pungent. I glanced down and noticed that her boots were very shiny but made of leather. The robot fixed me with a penetrating gaze, but kept her rubber gloved hand in its teasing position. She spoke, "Can I visit you?" I was numb from her presence and just nodded. What was baffling, was that she abruptly turned on her heel and just walked away from me. I got into my car, pulled out of the station and noticed that the robot's vehicle was gone! Robots were a household item in 2046, but androids of this caliber were generally only owned by corporations or very wealthy individuals. These robots were also rarely out and about alone, because even expensive robots did not have the facility for good judgment in many situations and had gotten their owners sued from time to time. I was a senior software developer for a company, which manufactured robots. I worked on some of the low level processing for robotic motion and had some general knowledge of robot limitations, even though robotic rules and heuristics were not my job responsibility. I hoped that I could counsel this robot and just get her to go back to where she belonged. I had driven straight home and didn't see any car follow me. How would the robot even find me? Did she pick me for a reason or was it random? There were many other robotic professionals. Sleep did not come quickly this evening, because I knew I didn't do the right thing. Owners could get jealous over their androids and this had caused serious problems. Maybe I should have called the police and installed an electronic magnetic sensor device in my home, to alert them of the arrival of the missing robot. I was putting my own cheap thrills first. I really just wanted to spend a little time with her to see where she came from. Finally I fell into a restless asleep well after midnight on Saturday morning. CHAPTER 2- THE ROBOT CHAUFFER Being a light sleeper, it didn't take much sound to wake me. The clock said 3:15 and I could see a person standing deep in the shadows across my bedroom. Groggily I raised my head and before I could adjust to the dim light, I heard a soft clapping sound and the lamp by my bed turned on revealing the robot woman across the room! I had more time to observe the robot's figure and saw that she had a thin waist, but her trench coat could not hide the swell of her full breasts. Her attention was not immediately on me, but on studying my bedroom as I admired her long pin straight dark hair. The android continued her study of my room as she stepped toward my bed and finally turned to address me. "I wish to demonstrate to you my driving skills, so we can get acquainted. You told me that I dress very well put together and that you didn't know how to tell a stranger. While I drive, you can watch my boots operate the pedals. Isn't this something you would like? " As the robot said this she gave me a polite smile. I was thrown for a loop, by her repeating exactly what I said and how. She really picked up on my interest in her boots! Yet perhaps this was simply learned behavior over time, based on her owner's reactions to her fetish outfits? This went against my common sense. Why would I take a ride with a stranger, even if she were a robot? Robots are trained to do specialized tasks like drive and are designed to be harmless, per the three universal laws of robotics: 1. A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm. 2. A robot must obey any orders given to it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law. 3. A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law. Also robotic intelligence is not at a sophisticated level in 2046. As I contemplated the situation the robot brought me my coat, which was flung over a chair. As she held up my coat to assist me in putting it on, I noticed that she was now wearing white leather gloves with an attractive stitching which made them look ultra feminine. The android was still wearing her black rubber trench coat and her boots, which she wore before at the gas station. "I don't understand. Where are you taking me? I still have my pajamas on!" The robot rocked her boot back on its heel and clasped her hands together as if in anticipation. "As my passenger I will keep you dressed comfortably so you will remain peaceful, as if you were not removed from your sleeping environment. As your chauffer, I wear my full leather uniform with formal white dress gloves to show my dedication to providing you the highest level of service." As the robot said this she slipped on my coat, without waiting for my reaction, and then deftly placed on my slippers. She then palmed my house key and took me by the hand. Her gloved hand felt cool and extremely soft. It had to be made out of lamb skin. Using my key, she locked the door to my house and guided me to her car in the nearly pitch dark. The youthful appearing robot led me to the passenger side, opened the door and guided me into my seat as if I were precious cargo. I was getting excited having her rubber coat and long straight hair brush against me. When I was seated, she deftly strapped me in and her white gloved hands lingered for a second on my torso. She saw I looked comfortable and she gave me a disarming and hypnotic smile, yet the smile never touched her eyes. To show she was pleased and she kissed me softly on the lips for several seconds! Her full red lips felt like soft, warm pillows! No kiss had ever felt this sensual before! The robot girl shut my door and walked around to the driver's side. She slipped off her coat, folded it neatly and opened the back door of the sedan and placed it on the seat. As she slipped into the driver's seat I saw her outfit. She wore a knee length black silk dress, which accented more than hid her soft curves and ample chest! A delicate pastel scarf with some streaks of red in it gave her outfit some additional color. Her white gloves were at least elbow length, which disappeared under the short sleeves of the silk dress. The shafts of her black boots also continued up to some unknown height, beneath her knee length hem. I was surprised when she put back on her sunglasses, since she was driving in the dark! The robot meticulously checked the mirrors and activated several low intensity floor lights. As such, I was able to see all of her when the overhead lights went off. The android's shiny boots were positioned above the pedals, prepared to commence the ride. It was at this point that I could see that they had an exaggerated high arches and sharp six inch heels, with a small platform. The way that the robot's wonderfully feminine gloves were gingerly adjusting the controls, it appeared more like fondling than a simple pull or twist movement. No one had ever driven me anywhere wearing such tall boots, not to mention gloved also. The fact that the robot had knowledge of my interests and encouraged the ride was a huge thrill for me. I felt butterflies in my stomach and my torso tremor involuntarily. The gorgeous mechanical girl put the car in reverse and pulled out of my driveway, carefully checking her blind spots and looking in all possible directions. After less than a minute, she made a left turn, which could only lead to an entrance onto the interstate! I wondered why the robot chose to go on the interstate, but couldn't find my voice to speak. As we entered the interstate, the robot suddenly stepped down hard on the clutch and gas as I watched her adeptly shift the car into fourth gear. It was 2:47 AM and quiet on the road, so the robot stayed in one of the middle lanes as she accelerated the car up to 75 mph. As we drove along for about another five minutes, the landscape had become more rural. I lived at the outer edge of the suburbs. Twenty miles further out was empty high desert. This was where the android was headed! There was almost nowhere to go in the hinterlands unless the robot had a more remote destination in mind. I was bewildered. Yet I was so bewitched by my driver and became lost ogling the outline of her exciting curves as displayed by her tailored silk dress, that I lost track of time as a few more miles clicked away. I saw another sign which read "speed monitored by state police aircraft" as my lovely mechanical chauffer readjusted our speed up to 85 mph! To my 50 year old perspective, my android chauffer facially looked barely of age but extremely sensual, with her smooth porcelain skin, delicate up turned nose, full lips and her enchanting oversized blue eyes, which were further dramatized by a layer of eye shadow. Yet I was being whisked further away from home, at a very rapid rate, as the girlish robot's long boot remained pinned to the accelerator. I also felt anxious and even more stimulated, because she focused on her driving and ignored me. I became even more anxious when she casually flicked a switch, which tinted all of the car's windows, so I could no longer see outside. I understood more of her capabilities now. The window did not filter out the whole light spectrum. This robot had the equivalent of night vision. This android had a plan to act out a detailed script of a fantasy of someone she had a close association with. The problem was it was rattling me. I spoke with a stutter, "III still don't know your name." She replied very matter of factly, "I have decided to be your personal Bootrix. A Bootrix is a category of a fembot, who understands the impact of her fetish clothing on humans. " I was at the moment simply tongue tied and could only say, "Where are you taking me?" The girl android replied," Why is this information relevant? " I said, "Why don't you take me back and we can discuss what you wish to do at my house." I made another attempt at objectivity. The robot girl's expressive eyes showed dissatisfaction with my response as she held my gaze. She actually made me feel ashamed. It was such a contrast to her opaque, unreadable expression just a few minutes before, when she was driving in silence. She replied, "Do you not desire to be driven, by one who wears tall boots and long gloves, which incite your lust and who also knows your repressed desires?" I said, "Of course I do." The Bootrix replied, "Have you told anyone else of these desires?" I shook my head, no. "Since you have appointed me as your confidant by our association, wouldn't you believe me that it is more stimulating to not know exactly how long I will be driving you?" "I suppose you're right." "You will take an unknown path, under my care." The robot girl surprised me, when she punctuated what she said by seductively arching an eyebrow, as her white glove daintily grasped a small lever on the dashboard and pulled it downward, with a dramatic flourish. I felt my arm rests rotate in toward my stomach and then lock down, holding me firmly in my seat! I tried to wiggle out of the arm rests, but there was no room left to move as the robot adjusted the lever one more notch down with her long glove, making sure I was "secure" in my seat. I began to have a panic attack, where I cannot find a place for myself. This is a characteristic of my somewhat fragile personality, but today something different was happening. I could discern the robot making a low level hum and immediately I felt my senses being affected by it. My anxiety was replaced with a fleeting sensation of how it would feel to be pressed up against the android's voluptuous body, feeling the physicality of her contours and warmth. I could also feel the essence of the texture and odor of her leather boots and gloves affect me viscerally, bringing back the primal responses to my boot fetish, which was first discovered when I was 9 years old. As quickly as it began, the queasiness ended. The Bootrix sensed my duress and quashed it. She contained a very complex bio-feedback subsystem. I was aware of devices like this being used experimentally, with physically and emotionally ill patients, but just not as part of an android. I don't think this robot was owned by an individual, but by a cybernetics corporation or even a government, but what was her purpose being here with me? The robot continued her humming, but adjusted the intensity where it was calming, but no longer sensual. She did not let go of the lever on the dashboard, which she operated to secure me. Several moments later, after I calmed down, the mechanical girl's gloved hand gave the lever two more short pulls and I found myself secured by the seat's hidden leg and neck restraints. I didn't need the extra restraints, and it was clear that the robot understood this and desired to make me feel even more hopeless, yet she knew how to control my anxiety level, so I didn't become ill. As the fembot continued to drive at high speed, all could see was the harsh outline of the desert flora. There were no other cars on the road. She continued to drive silently. Even her humming had stopped. I got up the nerve to speak again, even though I continued to stutter. "You never really told me your nnname." She responded by saying dismissively, "That information is not relevant at this time. " She glanced at me sideways with her large aqua eyes. Her expression was smooth and unreadable. Yet her eyes were fixed, in their determination. "I will start your preparation, for the trip." While she spoke she touched a small white button on the dash and I began to hear a whirling noise. My seat had inner moving parts and I could feel a vibration against and slight pulling my skin, starting at my chest and then I felt the sucking of a vacuum, against my skin. This process continued down my torso and legs. I did not realize what was happening, until I looked at my legs. The chair had removed not only my clothing, but every hair on my body that it touched! If this was supposed to make me open up to her as my confidant, I couldn't see it happening. When the seat finished its task it automatically moved me a foot closer to the female android. I sensed the robot girl's lavender perfume; pick up a notch in its intensity. It happened to be one of my favorites. I knew that she was most likely releasing pheromones, which were powerful libido stimulants and the odor of her perfume was enchanting. You would think I had more sense being a robotic professional, but that even seemed to impair my judgment rather than help it, thinking that all robots were controllable. Yet nothing that I said diverted the robot from her objectives. I felt so naïve, having gotten myself into this. I felt even more stupid, because she looked like such a kid to me. I was used to having twenty year olds deferring to a senior technologist, of my years. It was ironic that she was so gorgeous and elegant, with her perfectly fitted clothes and I was now completely naked and had lost control over my current situation. This was a role reversal and I felt vastly inferior to the robot. Ironically I still felt guilt at ogling such a beautiful much younger woman and it was starting to blur in my mind that she was a machine.