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Well...

By: snfl_grl



Well, here we are. 

I have something very provocative in store for you.

This whole piece will be dedicated to the massaging of just one area of your body, and I'm sure that you already have a fair idea of what part of your body that will be.

So, are you clean? Did you wash the delicate folds of your sack thoroughly? As you washed did you think about my tongue dancing around those wrinkles of flesh? I hope that you did, because here's what I have in store for you. I'm going lick and suck at your nice, hard dick as I deliver instructions to both you and myself. So if I ask you to do something specific, I expect you to follow my every instruction.

Now, take one of your hands and start stroking from the base of your cock to the head, but be careful, don't touch the head of your cock unless I instruct you to do so. Gently now, and let your other hand massage your balls. I want you to grope, squeeze and massage your dick and balls as I kiss and nibble different parts of your body. Take your balls in your hands and knead them deep and anxiously like I so long to do. Go on, squeeze yourself harder and move slowly.. inch your hand closer to the head of your cock. Feel yourself throb, but don't you dare touch the head of your cock... that's for me.

Now take your hands away and grab a handful of hair from the back of my head and pull me forcefully toward your luscious member. Push me down there and try forcing my face on your cock, think about how desperately you want me to lick your balls and suck at your head. Think about coming on my face as I suck wantonly at your hard throbbing flesh. 

But no, let me go... let me go. It's not going to be that easy I'm sorry.

Now, you may use one hand to rub your cock. Take the wetness from my mouth and your precum as lube to jerk yourself off. Take your time, and if I find that you are getting too excited and cannot control yourself I will be forced to disallow you the privilege of rubbing your cock as I give your balls the attention they truly deserve. As for your other hand, I don't care what you do with it; you may have some liberties... occasionally.

Now feel as I take long firm licks at your balls, as you stroke your shaft I want you to think about showing me your dick. Imagine that I have never seen your penis before; I want you to show me everything. Go on, pull the access skin off the tip of your cock, show yourself for me.

There are so many parts of your body that I truly adore and this next target of mine is by far one of my favorite pieces of skin. Now move your hand away from your flesh, which means stop stroking yourself, so I may indulge in the pleasures of your flesh. Now, take one hand and run it delicately over my breasts and take your other hand and place your index finger into your mouth. I want you to lick your finger and make it all wet so you can finger fuck me in a little bit.

The part of your body that I speak so dearly of is that crease of skin right under your balls. Where you're so sensitive. Now spread your legs slightly and lay down for me as I lick repetitively at either side of your balls. Relax and think about taking your erection deep into my mouth as I continue to lap at the spot beneath your balls. My nails gently massaging and pulling at the skin. Imagine how good it's going to feel when I finally take that first long lap at your head. Lick your fingers and think about how wet and soaked my pussy is as I move ever so closer to that most treasured slit on the head of your cock.

I want you to think about the warm come slowly collecting between the folds of my pussy waiting to gush onto your wet tongue. Feel me move in and start licking around the rim of your cock as you prepare to feel me pulse and cum all over your face. How badly you must want me to just hurry up and suck your cock wildly. How badly I would like to squeeze my legs around your head and cum. Oh... baby. I love you so fucking much.

Listen, now take that wet finger from your mouth and use it to lightly flick my clitoris as I take your firm cock in my hand and begin to gently stroke it in front me. I'm always so ready and eager to come when I'm stroking and sucking your cock and I want to make sure that you know how wet I am before I wrap my lips around you letting your cock plunge deep in my throat.

Now stop, remove your hand and prepare for the best head job your nice dick has ever received.

I go down and push your cock deep down my throat... all the way down my throat. I bob up and down it letting you feel the back of my throat with the head of your cock. I slowly let your cock slide out of my mouth as I let my teeth glide against your shaft. I know you like that... I take my hand and pull your access skin over the head of your dick letting my tongue jab and circle the folds ferociously seeking the smooth head. I can taste your precum and want nothing more then to taste the juices that are built up in this nice hard penis of yours.

I slide my warm mouth down as my hand pulls the skin over your cock. Twisting my mouth and hand as your dick slides in and out of my throat. I think about the numerous times you have slid your hard cock in me and imagine your penis shooting great loads of warm, white come into my body. I keep taking long steady strokes up and down the length of your shaft and begin to think of the varied parts of my body your come has landed in the past.

Hmmm... let's see. Well my face has been a long favorite target of yours as you come. Do you remember the nights where you watched me bounce up and down on you as you cum minutes before it's time to take me back home? 

I start to suck harder.

Do you remember the time I surprised you by pulling your hair to my succulent mound? 

I take your cock out and flick it teasingly with the tip of my tongue.

Remember the time the two of us were in the hotel and we made love in the shower. We ran into the room, still wet, chills running all over our bodies, and we took comfort under the covers and in each other's arms. I licked the water off of your body. That water turning into sweat as we went at it again for what seemed the 100th time.

I know exactly what you need and I'm ready to give it you. Do you feel as if you could come soon? Do you want to come? Lick your fingers. Do you want to kiss me? Do you want me to taste my cum in your mouth? Take me. Kiss me passionately and think about how strong your orgasm is going to be.

Right, enough kissing for now. 

Now look me in the eyes as I return to your dick and head straight back to the head of your cock. I start to make small circles with my tongue around your swelling head. This is your button and with enough attention I am positive that I can bring you to orgasm whenever I please. I begin to reverse the circling and you squeeze at my breasts as you prepare to come. I stop circling and begin to slowly flick at your balls with my wet tongue. I take your cock deep in my mouth letting the head of your dick grind against my teeth as you watch it push against my cheek. I squeeze your cock just right as I suck it hard letting the skin of your cock forcefully expose your head as I go up and down on it; this is what drives you to the edge. This is how I always to bring you to climax.

I want your hands to start groping, stroking and squeezing at my ass and tits. Hold off a little longer. I'm going to cum with you.

As I begin to lighten the intensity I want you to prepare to fill my mouth with your come. I want you to anticipate how relieving it is going to feel when you pump and release your orgasm. And just before we really get carried away I want you to remember to hold off just a little longer. I'm going to cum with you and I would also like to make it clear that by the time you do become overwhelmed and ready to come into my mouth I expect hear nothing more than your voice moaning and gasping in ecstasy as I hungrily suck your cock with my mouth, tongue and lips.

Here we go. I will count down from five and when we hit zero I want you to take no prisoners, pull no punches and bar no holds.

Are you ready?

FIVE - I suck hard on the head of your cock and lick ferociously with my tongue.

FOUR -- You grope and pull at my breasts... hungry for orgasm.

THREE -- Feel yourself inside of me and remember how much I fucking love you.

TWO -- Your hips push up against me and you feel my mouth suck and stroke hard at your cock.

ONE - Your body begs for my instruction.

Now come for me. Come in my mouth. Come, moan and swear and tell me how fucking good my head is. Mmmm... I fucking love sucking your cock my love, I love feeling you squirm as you come back down and realize your dick is far too sensitive for me to keep sucking it. Mmmm... 

Now listen to me. I love going down on you and I love your openness to experiment with me. There is no one else in the world I would care for more and I want you to know that your now exhausted member is nothing less than the nicest, hardest dick I can imagine sucking on.

I love you.

Well?



I didn't mean to, honest!

I just needed to use the john.

We were all at a backyard party, beer was flowing out of the little pony keg as cold as ice.

I guess I had my fair share.

My wife Katrina (they named a storm after her, I teased) is a redhead. I mean a REDHEAD, you know the type. Round wire frame glasses, piles of hair right out of the Farrah Fawcett days, she has a sway back and bubble butt like that Bardot actress.

Yep, freckles everywhere, the usual constant concern with skin problems that drives her crazy. Our bathroom cabinet has more lotions and creams than any department store but she has that sort of under control as long as she doesn't wear any makeup.

Which she doesn't, no need.

Add in the fact that Kat is nasty as it is possible to be in the bedroom and loves to tease outside of the bedroom, and I run around with a woodie about half the time. More than once I have walked into the bedroom after she has spent all day teasing me mercilessly, to find her spread-eagled on the bed, naked as a jaybird and flicking her bushy red beaver at me.

That is her way of hinting that she wants me to lick her tasty little button, which I do.

I can't complain, with her pale nipples almost exactly the same color of her surrounding flesh she is one sight to behold.

Kat is well aware of the effect she has on men, so most of her tops are those skimpy criss-cross things, her boobs are always almost out.

At parties I have seen the guys bend into the damndest positions trying to catch a peek of an elusive nipple, but the funny part is even when she does let one peek it is so light colored they are just never sure.

So here we were, getting nicely drunk, the TV set tuned to the stock car race where the pros were busy running over each other at 180 mph.

Barry was plopped down on a lawn chair, his t-shirt slid up over his ample stomach. He was about three sheets to the wind and working on four, long since past trying to sneak a peek at any of the gals. His wife Mary had been running around in this yellow two piece bathing suit that we all waited for her to take a dip in the pool wearing. The thing vanished when it was wet and she pretended to not notice. Mary had a set of pussy lips to die for, her pink little button shoved out against the front of the tiny yellow triangle as if she was naked. But Mary was also flat chested, her top didn't need to contain anything. Her nipples were long and poked out though, making dark circles under the thin cloth.

I never got used to her climbing out of the pool and walking over to plant one leg on each side of a lawn chair, then lean back.

She knew, all right. Barry seemed like he didn't notice, either. But of course Barry spent lots of time "helping" Kat with things like carry stuff back and forth, he was always trying to sneak a peek down her top and she was always doing her best to help him catch one.

Well, until he got a few beers down, then he usually dozed off.

The other couple were Jenks and Sherry. How the name "Jenks" stuck I am not sure except his last name was Jenkins and his first name was Norman.

He hated the name Norman. Jenks was a little older, maybe 40 or so, the rest of us all early 30's including Sherry.

Sherry was dark haired, big busted, big bottomed. One of those hourglass shaped types but just big. Not fat, round is the term.

Sherry always had on one piece suits designed to hide everything, kind of a shame considering how spectacular those puppies were.

The first few times Jenks and Sherry came by she looked at Mary a bit disapproving. Over time it was like she got used to it though. Jenks never did, his eyes were always darting this way and that.

Well, mine too I guess, Kat sometimes teased me and told me I had eyes like a lizard.

Yep, good parties, lots of fun, we all got a good show but that was it. There was never any hanky panky.

Just good parties, lots of beer, jokes, then the gals would bring on the grub.

But like I said when I started, I didn't mean to.

Kat and Sherry were talking about their hair. It seems that Sherry had a few gray ones popping out.

Jenks and I were sitting watching Mary do her antics, Barry was fast asleep. Mary seemed to be in and out of the pool a lot more once Barry dozed off. Kat knew I was taking peeks and didn't care, I don't think.

I didn't even notice when she and Sherry left, I was engrossed in the quarter inch of dark nipple that Mary had managed to let slip out of her top. Her suit had dried out so both Jenks and my attention had shifted upwards. Mary's top was one of those loose kind that wandered around at the slightest motion, I must have seen her pointy nipples a hundred times. When the other gals were close by she would tug at the top periodically, but if they were out of sight she sometimes just let them slide out and stay there.

Then I needed to take a leak.

This get together was at our house, and off the pool deck we have a bathroom for guests. Our main bathroom is inside and down the hall, I didn't even think, I just headed for it and opened the door.

There stood Kat, her hands on Sherry's head. Sherry was leaning over the sink, water was running over her head, they were obviously rinsing her hair.

The top of Sherry's one piece suit was pulled down to her waist, those big round boobies were dangling down, her nipples extended and soft looking.

I came to a stop, staring.

Kat turned to look at me, started to say something, then her expression changed to a grin.

She turned back to washing Sherry's hair, with the water running she hadn't heard me open the door.

I stood there for a solid two minutes, watching. Then her nipples firmed up, and started to extend. I even stepped closer to get a better look as Kat's busy hands kept Sherry leaned forward over the sink.

Then Kat nodded her head towards the door, I beat a hasty retreat, back down the hall and used the guest bathroom.

It took me a bit, hard to pee with a woodie.

They came out several minutes later, Sherry was fluffing her hair which now had a slight reddish cast to it.

"Well, what do you guys think?" she asked.

Jenks grinned and nodded, telling her he liked it.

Being a bit tipsy, I made a wisecrack.

"They are spectactular!" I told her. Sherry gave me an odd look, then flushed slightly.

Then she walked over and plopped down next to Mary's chair. Mary was back in the pool, Jenks and I were sitting there waiting for the next act.

Kat wandered over to the pool, slipped her coverup off. I noticed she had changed to her green bikini, I wondered about that since the top is just a nipple cover and the bottoms are just a patch covering her front.

There isn't a back, just a thin string.

Through the fog of the beer, I suddenly became alert. I looked at the one remaining chair, it was straight across from me. Jenks sat right beside me, Barry was softly snoring on the other side of him. Sherry sat right across from her husband, we were all so close that if we stretched our legs out, they would touch.

"How in the hell is Kat going to be able to sit down in that chair?" I wondered.

I looked over as she and Mary stroked side by side the length of our pool, then back. I watched as they climed up the steps in what seemed like slow motion, then slowly walked the 30 feet of so to where we sat.

"Anybody need a cold one?" Kat asked as Mary sat down, planted her feet on each side of the chair like usual.

Jenks held up his beer, so Kat gave me a wicked grin and headed over to the pony keg. This afforded us a spectacular view of her fanny, which looked to be completely naked exept for the string around her waist and the beginnings of the string heading down between her cheeks.

"Sweet Jesus!" Jenks muttered, loud enough for me to hear.

I stared after her, there was a white band across her ass where her regular bikini bottoms normally were.

Kat drew a glass, turned and began the slow walk back. She was like a damned model on a runway, all I could do was stare. I had a feeling we were being watched but both Sherry and Mary now had on sunglasses so I couldn't tell.

I realized I had better readjust or my dick was going to run out the pants leg of the bathing suit I wore. God Kat looked...hot?

She stepped up to Jenks, leaning over and handed him the glass. I looked at her bikini top which gapped away about an inch and realized I was looking at a darker rosey colored nipple?

She had to have put some rouge or something on her nipples? What the hell?

Then she walked over, stepped over the lawn chair and sat down. She smiled that same wicked smile, reached down to the side and reclined the thing.

Jenks actually leaned forwards in his seat, I thought that was funny until I realized I had done the same. Kat pretended to ignore us, sitting there with her legs open blatantly.

The string did nothing to hide her, it ran up to the bottom of the tiny V, her lips protruded out both sides. Only her clit was covered, and if Kat moved or scooted at all, even that would not be...

I was then wondering where her red bush went?

Kat scooted down in her chair, the tiny bit of material bulged and moved. She sat there with her legs spread, her now swollen lips almost completely on display. Her hand dropped down and idly scratched at her side, tugging the string in the process, moving the cloth even more.

Then she reached up, untied the string at the top, rolling the bits of cloth down to just the tops of her nipples. Her eyes closed, she started to doze. The top soon slipped off her breasts, she seemed to not notice.

There was dead silence except for the TV.

Jenks finally turned to look at me.

"Kat is sure beautiful!"

"Yes, I know."

"All of our gals are beautiful!" He added.

I looked at Sherry, her face was flushed.

"I wish I wasn't so fat!" Sherry suddenly exclaimed.

"You aren't fat!" Jenks and I responded, almost in unison.

"Besides, you have gorgeous breasts!" Jenks told her.

"I do?"

"Yes," I responded quickly.

"No reason to hide such a fine pair."

"How do you know?" she looked at me pointedly.

I took a chance.

"I saw them...by accident..in the bathroom."

"Oh. I thought I heard something. How much did you see?" She was smiling at me.

"Just a glimpse." I lied.

"Longer than that. I heard you."

She looked over at Mary and Kat, who was now awake. Kat glanced down at her bare chest, looked back up at me staring. Her eyes had a smokey look to them.

"Honey?" she looked at Jenks.

"Can I? Do you mind?"

"No, sure. Be as comfortable as you wish.", He told her, his voice suddenly soft.

Sherry reached up and slid her arms out of first one strap, then the other. She held the top to herself for a moment, looking at me. Then she stood up, dropped the top down.

I was right, they were spectacular, standing firm and upright, her big black nipples the size of silver dollars.

"Oh, why not?" At that she slid the suit down her hips and stepped out of it. Her face and her cheeks flushed pink, then she sat down, completely nude. She kept her legs together but that helped just a little.

Sherry was fully shaven, her vagina curved softly to a small peek of flesh flaring out right at her opening. Her clit was swollen and excited, peeking out barely.

"I am going to do it!" She said to herself but I heard her.

With that, she put her legs outside the chair, leaned back. This brought her to full exposure, she even opened her lags more than required.

Jenks and I both just sat there, we were almost in shock.

Mary was watching with interest.

"Oh, the hell with it."

She reached down and tugged the tie at her side, pulled her bottoms off, then untied the top setting both aside.

Jenks and I sat there with the best show in town.

After a few minutes, Kat looked at me and grinned, by now her suit lay on the floor beside her, too.

"Well, guys?"

"Well, what?"

"Are you going to join us?"

I looked at Jenks, he shrugged. We both stood up and dropped our suits, no point in trying to hide my solid erection. Jenks had the exact same concern.

"What about Barry?" I asked as I sat down, making no effort to hide my 6" prong pointing straight up.

"The hell with him." Mary said with a grin.

"We will tell him about it later, maybe he will learn to not drink so much." 



We'll Always Have Atlanta



I'm a fairly lonely guy and I spend a lot of time on-line. Well one night I ventured into a chat room and began talking with a woman named Tracy. We instantly connected, it was great. We agreed on pretty much everything.

For a couple of months we would talk three or four times a week via instant messenger, and we'd send each other emails through out the week. Well, as things went along we began discussing our sex lives, and eventually having cyber sex. I've got to say that cyber sex can be pretty dang hot if you want it to be.

I live on the west coast, she lives on the east coast, and so there was very little chance that our internet affair would ever become anything but a fantasy.

Then fate intervened. By a pure stroke of luck Tracy and I were both scheduled to be in Atlanta at the same time. I was going to be there for a week to visit a customer; she was going to try to secure new clients. 

Obviously we were hit with a dilemma, do we dare take the opportunity to meet face to face, or do we pass up our chance and keep the fantasy alive.

We both changed our minds several times in the days before our trips. At first I wanted to meet her but she wasn't so sure, then she warmed up to the idea and I was having doubts. Round and round we went until finally we agreed to meet for dinner on Friday, my third night in town and her first.

I made reservations for us at a place that I had liked on my last trip to Atlanta, and we were all set to meet at 7:00 Friday night.

It was agony waiting for the night to arrive. At that point we hadn't exchanged pictures or anything so I only knew to look for a woman in a gray skirt and jacket with blonde hair.

I knew it was her the first moment I set eyes on her. She was absolutely stunning; I felt a little self conscious as I was no where near her equal in the looks department.

"Tracy?" I asked, just to be sure.

"Yes, and that makes you Andrew." Tracy said.

"Yes, it's good to finally put a face to the person I've been communicating with so much." I said kissing her on the cheek and helping her to her seat.

"I know exactly what you mean. It was exciting not knowing what you looked like, but the thrill as I came here to find out was much more intense." Tracy said.

We started talking as if we'd known each other for years. We drank wine, we ate, we talked, and we laughed almost until closing time, then we headed outside.

"So where are you staying? Maybe we can share a cab." I said.

"I'm at the Ramada." Tracy said.

"No kidding, so am I." I said.

"Then we can share a cab quite easily." Tracy said.

We got a cab and headed for the hotel. In the cab I put my hand on her knee and she put her head on my shoulder. My hand gently caressed the stocking covered knee and worked up her thigh slowly, Tracy did not protest. My hand was about to slip under her skirt when we reached the hotel. 

Damn that convenient location!

We got out of the cab and headed inside, Tracy seemed to have come out of a daze as now she was much more defensive to my actions. As we got on the elevator I guided the small of her back with my right hand, but she grabbed my hand and pushed it away.

It turned out that our rooms were on the same hallway, just a few doors down from one another, we reached my door first, but being a gentleman I escorted her to her own door.

"I had a wonderful time tonight." I said.

"So did I." Tracy said.

"Well, goodnight." I said.

"Goodnight." Tracy said.

Tracy turned to go into her room, and I started to turn back towards my room, but then Tracy suddenly grabbed me and kissed me deeply. I hadn't been expecting it and almost bit my tongue. Before I knew it, it was over. Tracy quickly opened her door and slipped inside, locking the door behind her.

Slightly confused and really turned on I headed back to my own room. By the time I got there I had a raging hard on. I quickly took off all of my clothes and began stroking my cock while thinking about Tracy's gorgeous body.

I was in no hurry to cum; I wanted to let myself become absorbed in the fantasy, so that it would feel like Tracy's lips were wrapped around my cock when I came.

There's nothing better for killing a fantasy and wilting an erection than an unexpected knock at the door. After about 20 minutes of slowly stroking my cock that's exactly what I got though. The knocking didn't stop and my hard on was gone so I pulled on my robe and went to the door. Looking through the peephole I could see Tracy standing there.

My hands were trembling as I reached for the door handle, and beneath my robe my cock started to stir to life again as I thought about why she would be coming to my room in the middle of the night.

I opened the door and started to say hello, but she moved in and pressed her lips to mine before I could say anything. The door closed and locked on its own and Tracy began pushing me back into the room towards the bed as she peeled the robe from my body.

My hands began unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off. Our lips remained locked together as our hands worked together to get me out of my robe and her out of her blouse, skirt, bra, and panties. Her garter belt and stockings stayed on.

When we were naked Tracy took my cock in her hand and led me over to the bed. She pushed me down flat on my back and then straddled my head lowering her pussy onto my tongue and her mouth onto my cock.

We sucked and slurped one another to the heights of ecstasy, each of us having incredible climaxes. Then without saying a word Tracy moved so that she could impale herself on my still hard cock. She rode me hard until we both came.

We rested for a few minutes in silence, but soon we were both ready to go again.

This time I took the lead and pushed her onto her knees and I entered her sopping wet, cum splattered pussy from behind. She moaned and panted as I drove my cock into her. She rubbed her clit as fast as her hands would move.

My hands were busy too, one hand was always pulling back on her hips helping me drive into her, and the fingers on the other hand were rubbing her puckered little asshole and after a little while pushing a finger inside.

We both came again and I pulled out and positioned the head of my cock against her asshole. She had not protested the actions of my fingers and she did not object to the head of my cock pressing against her sphincter so I pushed into her asshole and slowly began fucking her ass.

Her moans were a lot deeper this time, each stroke in and out made her grunt and moan in agony and pleasure. She rubbed her clit and fingered her sloppy pussy for all she was worth. We both came and then collapsed on the bed side by side, holding each other.

We spent the rest of our free time together fucking each other's brains out. We both still had jobs to do, but from the moment we got back from an appointment to the moment we had to leave for the next one we were in bed.

We spent most of that time in my room, but the last night I was there, we spent the night in Tracy's room. We had passionate, wild sex until we passed out. I had an early flight the next morning so I got up long before she did. I intended to go to my room, clean up, pack things up, and then go back to Tracy's room to say goodbye. 

As I rolled out of bed the early morning sun was glinting off of something on the bedside table. I picked the object up and found that it was a ring, a wedding ring. I was shocked, in all of our discussions she had never mentioned being married. I certainly would have had to think twice about sleeping with a married woman, I hate people that mess around with other people's marriages, but now I had become one of those people.

I looked at the ring more closely to be sure that I wasn't mistaken, on the inside there was an inscription, Mike and Tracy forever.

All of a sudden I was really uncomfortable, I put the ring down, quietly went back to my own room, packed up my stuff, checked out and headed for the airport without stopping to say goodbye. How could I face her knowing what I knew?

I returned home and for a few days I was a wreck, I didn't know what to think about my encounter with Tracy.

Then a few days after I got back there was an email waiting for me when I looked in the morning, it was from Tracy.

I opened the email and began reading.

Dear Andrew,

Why didn't you say goodbye to me the other day? Did you think that it would be too difficult? Was it because you regret what we did? Let me make it clear to you that I have no regrets about what we did. I don't know your status, but I am married, and I still have no regrets about what we did. Two people that have connected on the emotional level that we have can't be expected to deny their physical urges. I love my husband with all my heart, but I also love you, and while I don't foresee myself ever leaving my husband there will always be a special place for you in my heart. Please don't let what happened in Atlanta end our friendship, I have gotten more out of emailing and instant messaging you than I have out of a lot of the relationships I have with people that are in the same area I am in. What we had in Atlanta was very special to me, if it was nothing more than just sex to you and you don't want to talk to me any more that's fine, just please do me the courtesy of telling me. The past few days of wondering what happened have been hell for me. I ask that no matter what your feelings are now that you please contact me so that I know exactly where we stand. If nothing else I guess we'll always have Atlanta. Love Tracy.

I sat in my chair wondering how I did feel about her. Before we'd met in Atlanta I was sure that it was just the distance between us that was keeping me from calling it love. When I first laid eyes on her in Atlanta I decided that the distance didn't matter as much, and that I did love her. Then when I found the ring, I was blown away, how could she not have told me that she was married? 

At around 1:30 I finally decided what to say in my reply and I began typing.

Dear Tracy

When's your next business trip?..... 



We'll Always Have Paris



(When Katherine-T proposed that we write a story together I was flattered and excited. I consider her one of the best writers at Literotica and the experience was great. We divided the chores. She came up with the plot and I thought of the title. Seriously, we took turns writing scenes, althought the finale is both of us. Thank you K for the idea, the fun and especially for Diana, without whom Susan would have had a very boring time in the City of Lights.)

When the taxi lurched to a sudden stop, Diana nearly fell off the back seat.

"Voila!" the driver said, his right hand gesturing at the hotel entrance.

Not much of an entrance, Diana thought. Well, she'd wanted the Left Bank and now she had it. When she climbed out of the taxi, she could see the St. Germain des Pres church up ahead, which made her feel much better. The hotel might be small, but at least here she was in the midst of youthful memories.

The driver happily carried her two bags into the hotel entrance, and when he returned she tipped him, he tipped his cap, they smiled at each other, and at last she entered the hotel to begin her weekend in Paris.

She wanted it. A weekend away from Michael and that stuffy conference in Rome. Three days alone in Paris was just what she needed before returning to reality in New York. Everyone had their city of dreams, and for her it was Paris. This was her first time back in fourteen long years, and she was already electrified by the place.

The lobby of the hotel was minuscule, another woman, evidently a new guest, standing unattended at the desk with her luggage at her side. Diana's luggage sat nearby under a rubber plant.

The other woman turned, looked at Diana and said. "Do you speak English? He was here just a moment ago, then he said he'd be back in a moment and he left."

Diana smiled. "It's not the Ritz, is it? But it's quite comfortable. I stayed here once years ago and I liked it."

The woman seemed relieved. She was an attractive woman in a sleeveless green dress, short brown hair and brown eyes. American, obviously. A pleasant voice with the drawl of the South. But something bothered Diana about this woman, and suddenly she realized what it was: the woman reminded her of Marion. An older Marion, but still Marion. Of course it couldn't be. But the reminder was disconcerting.

"Well, that's good news," the woman said. "This is my first trip to Paris and I had to make the reservation here from Frankfurt in a hurry and nothing else seemed available. At least that's what the tourist agency in Frankfurt told me." Then she smiled and held out her hand. "Anyway, my name's Susan and I'm happy to meet another American here."

Diana shook her hand briefly. "I'm Diana. Do you have friends here?"

"Oh no, I don't know a soul in Paris. I'm here on a lark just for the weekend."

Diana smiled. "Well, so am I. Where are you from in the States?"

"Charleston, South Carolina."

"Pretty town."

Susan beamed. "Yes it is. So you've been there."

"Years ago. I'm from New York."

At that moment the hotel-keeper arrived, muttering something in French, then smiling at the women. Diana stood by as Susan registered and handed over her passport. Yes, Susan did look like Marion. The same soft brown hair and luscious figure. Diana felt a sudden sadness at all the years that had passed without any knowledge of Marion. And now this woman reminding her of Marion in a flash, making her think of Marion again after all these years.

When Susan finished at the desk, Diana said: "Since we're both here, if you've nothing planned for this evening, why don't we have dinner together?"

Susan gave her a broad smile. "Oh, I'd love that."

***             

I'm going to LOVE Paris!"

Susan spun around on her toes as she made her announcement to her room.

She had kicked her shoes off and all but danced around the room. She was so glad she had decided to come. The city was beautiful, the day was still young and she had already made a new friend. How delightful!

It was a shame that Dan wasn't here. They had planned this getaway for months. Although they had taken the children with them before as they explored Germany, this was to have been a weekend just for the two of them. Damn the Army. Well, it wasn't the first time her soldier husband had been called away at no notice and she knew it wouldn't be the last.

At the same time Susan felt... well, excited was the only word she could think of. They had already dropped the children off at the Garthwood's house when the phone rang with the alert notification. Used to it, she fixed something for him to eat, helped him get his equipment and get out the door with a kiss. After that, she had called the travel agency to inquire about cancellation. She was told that without 72 hours notice there would be no refund.

So she threw caution to the winds. She snatched up her bags, called a cab and caught the flight from Frankfurt to Paris. The airline representative had got her in a taxi to the hotel. There she had finally started to think twice about her madcap rush when she was left standing by herself in the lobby. For the first time she was alone in a foreign country. She spoke very little French and suspected the good bit of German she had learned was not going to be useful.

Then she met Diana. Susan almost blushed to herself, remembering asking the other woman if she spoke English. Diana had seemed so elegant, so poised. Susan had half thought she must be a Frenchwoman, with her air of sophistication. It had been wonderful to learn the taller, attractive woman was not only American, but warm and friendly.

Speaking of that. Goodness, Susan looked at her watch. She needed to hurry if she was going to meet Diana on time. She slipped off the clothes she had traveled off and made for the shower. She stopped a minute as she passed the full length mirror and studied herself. She sighed. She was sure Diana didn't have to worry about a few extra pounds around the middle. As she stepped into the shower a vagrant thought crossed her mind. She wondered what Diana looked like in the shower.

"Where did that come from?" she thought. Oh well, not important. Perhaps it was that moment when Diana's expressive face seemed to indicate she thought she knew Susan. A strange tingle ran down Susan's body, remembering the look Diana had given her. Susan finished her quick shower and hurried to dress. When she looked through her underwear she had to laugh. Anticipating a romantic weekend she had brought sexy little things, not regular panties and pantyhose. So she donned her skimpy black lace panties and bra before wiggling into a black cocktail dress. She fixed her makeup, pulled on a pair of heels and checked the time. It was time to meet Diana. Susan smiled. This was going to be fun.

***

As Diana dressed for dinner, but still wearing only panties and a bra, she remembered a small restaurant near Place Odeon where they could have a quiet dinner without the usual Left Bank mob breathing down their necks. She knew why; she had to admit it to herself. Because of her memory of Marion, she felt strongly attracted toward Susan. But then she realized that her attraction was really to Susan herself, and that the memory of Marion was merely a provocative footnote.

You want something more than a casual acquaintance with her, Diana thought with amusement. Yes, it was true. This was Paris, wasn't it? The city of romance. Maybe after all these years of restraint, a fling with a woman was what she needed. She'd had a few larks in college, then one serious relationship shortly before she married at the age of twenty-four. That lesbian interlude with Marion had haunted her for years.

Diana knew herself. She always looked at women, found herself stimulated by the images of barely clothed attractive women common in advertising. She recognized her bisexuality, but so far she had avoided any intimacy with another woman during her marriage.

Was that about to change? Why not? But then all this cogitation might be irrelevant. She knew nothing about Susan, and Susan might be horrified at the idea of any physical intimacy with another woman.

Get dressed, she thought. She found fresh tights and drew them up her legs and thighs and hips. She decided to wear pants tonight, gray pin-striped pants, gray pin-striped jacket, a long-sleeve white button down shirt with sleeves so long she had to fold them back over the cuffs of the jacket. Around her neck, she tied and fluffed a black silk scarf. She slipped on a pair of strappy high-heeled sandals she had bought in Rome. Finished, at last. But when she looked at herself in the full-length mirror near the door, she wondered if the emphasis on style was overdone. But she'd brought nothing simpler than this, so it had to do. She checked her watch: they'd arranged to meet in the hotel lobby at seven, and it was time to go.

***

Susan hurried down the hall and into the rickety elevator. She didn't want to keep Diana waiting. It just seemed important to make a good impression on her new friend by being on time. She stepped out of the elevator as it wheezed to a halt.

She almost gasped as she saw Diana. On anyone else the suit and shirt might have looked out of place, but Diana made it look incredibly feminine. Diana turned and smiled at her. Susan felt that same strange tingle as Diana's eyes seemed to travel completely over her body. Seized by a sudden impulse, Susan winked at Diana and spoke. "Hey there, I'm ready for our date. How do I look?"

Susan thought she was going to die. She just knew Diana was going to think she was some kind of idiot. Instead, the other woman smiled softly and offered Susan her arm. "You look lovely Susan." Diana escorted Susan out to the street where a taxi was already waiting. She gave the driver directions, then told Susan about the restaurant.

On the way they talked. It was the usual 'getting to know each other' chatter. Susan talked about her husband and kids and found out about Diana's. They discovered they both enjoyed jazz and Diana mentioned a lovely little bistro she had been to before and suggested after dinner they go there. Susan thought again how lucky she had been to meet Diana. The more she got to know about the New York woman, the more she liked her. At the same time there seemed to be a strange undercurrent in their conversation. Susan had no idea what it was, except somehow there seemed to be a connection between them going past what one would expect of two casual acquaintances.

When they reached the restaurant Diana paid the driver and got out first. It seemed only natural for her to offer Susan her hand as she slid across the seat. In clambering out Susan felt her dress ride all the way up until she realized her skimpy panties must be showing. She looked up to see Diana's eyes fixed on her legs. Susan tugged the dress down quickly and walked in the door. 

As they waited to be seated Susan's mind whirled. Did Diana really look at her legs or was Susan seeing things? Susan was not entirely inexperienced in other women. However it had been confined to some kissing and heavy petting with a couple of college friends. She had always been intrigued by the idea of finding out more but she had met and fallen in love with Dan. After that she hadn't thought about it again. She looked at the lovely woman next to her. Surprising herself again, she realized her hand was still on Diana's arm. Well, this was certainly going to be an interesting weekend.

***

As they chatted their way through dinner and a bottle of wine, Diana's thoughts were confused. What did she want? She felt a growing sexual attraction toward this woman, but she wasn't certain whether she ought to act on it, or whether Susan felt the same way, or whether the idea was simply foolish and a result of the sex in her marriage having become so routine and predictable as to be dead and boring.

Or maybe the current situation in her marriage had nothing to do with this and the crux of the matter was that she wanted to be in bed with a woman. This woman, anyway. She remembered Susan's legs exposed, her own sudden lust as she gazed at those lovely thighs. Had Susan noticed?

And now, as they talked, her eyes kept returning to Susan's throat and breasts. Was she being too obvious? And what did she want anyway? She imagined she would have to make the first move, and she could not pretend she would be any good at that. She had no experience, at least nothing since Marion outside her imagination. Imagining women undressed was not experience. She imagined Susan's body, the legs and thighs she had already seen, Susan's breasts and hips. Round womanly hips. Good breasts. A quiver of excitement passed through Diana as she imagined her hands holding Susan's breasts, her fingertips caressing the nipples before she took one in her mouth. Or Susan making love to her.

She chatted with Susan about family, children, the mundane aspects of life, while in her mind she imagined the two of them locked in a torrid embrace, head to toe, their mouths sucking at their cores, juices flowing as they both moaned in their pleasure. I want her, Diana thought. The question was how to get what she wanted.

***

Susan leaned on the vanity, staring in the mirror. She held her lipstick in her right hand, poised to touch her lips. She couldn't do it, not with her hand shaking like it was. Diana was attracted to her. More than that, Susan acknowledged, Diana was attracted to her sexually.

Dinner had been lovely. The talking had barely slowed for the food. Diana had been just as sparkling and entertaining as Susan knew she would be. She had enjoyed the effort required to keep her end of the conversation on the same level as Diana's. It was stimulating.

The thing was the conversation wasn't the only thing that was stimulating. From the moment Susan had seen Diana's eyes on her legs getting out of the cab at the restaurant she had been confused. Confused and excited. The longer the evening had gone on the more she had realized that Diana was looking at her, perhaps not as a man looks at woman, but something even more intimate. And oh, so much more exciting.

They had walked from the restaurant to the bistro. The jazz they had found they both liked was wonderful but passed them by. The tension between her and Diana had reached a point where they could hardly speak. Each look spoke of something they felt but could not bring themselves to openly acknowledge.

Susan recapped her lipstick without using it. She turned to the door. As she reached for it Diana came in. They stood looking at each other, their bodies only an hand width apart. Diana, flustered, stammered "I just wanted to see if you were alright."

"Yes," said Susan, her eyes avoiding Diana's. She lifted her head. "I think," she hesitated. "I think I want to go back to the hotel now."

The entire ride back was spent in silence. The distance between them was slight but at the same time they seemed miles apart. Susan did not dare look at Diana. She didn't know what she would see. She wanted to see the desire she thought was there but at the same time she could not make herself be certain she could return it.

Susan's thoughts were interrupted by the cab's sudden stop. Inertia threw both women back against the seat, and against each other. Susan was conscious of nothing except Diana's body. Susan managed to lean forward, paying the fare. She turned her head towards Diana. All she could do was look deep in the exquisite pair of green eyes locked on hers. She felt Diana's warm breath on her face and then the other woman's lips met hers.

Susan closed her eyes in sheer bliss as Diana's lips slide over hers. Still closed mouth, the kiss promised incredible things, sensual things that Susan had been dreaming of. Susan moaned. Her left hand slid around Diana's neck. She tilted her head and both women's lips parted. Susan gently massaged the back of Diana's neck while her tongue tip slipped from her mouth to trace Diana's lips.

The cough of the taxi driver interrupted them. "Excuse Moi," he hesitantly began. Susan's eyes snapped open. She filled with a sudden panic. Scrambling backwards, she reached blindly for the door handle. She all but fell out of the door as it opened. Regaining her footing, she fled into the hotel. Ignoring the elevator, she plunged up the stairs to her, and Diana's, floor. She fumbled the door to her room open, closed it behind her and leaned against it.

Her mind whirled. What was she doing? She was a wife, she was a mother. How could she be feeling these things? How could she want to smother Diana in kisses, see their clothes fall to the floor, see them fall to the bed locked one to the other? She saw herself on Diana's bed. Diana straddled her, nude except for her black silk scarf. In her mind's eye she watched Diana untie the scarf, loop it around Susan's wrists and secure them to the headboard.

She shook her head to clear it. Her breathing slowed. Time to concentrate, she told herself. What is it you want here Susan? Don't think about tomorrow, about next week, about next year. Stop being the planner, the organizer, for one minute. With that she calmed. Because she knew what she wanted was Diana.

She reached down and took her heels off, carefully placing them together on the floor. Taking only her room key she walked slowly down the hallway to Diana's room. Her heart in her throat, she tried the doorknob. It was unlocked. She slipped inside and closed the door softly behind her.

Susan caught her breath. Diana was standing on the balcony, her back to the room. She was framed by the lights from the street. Her jacket was tossed over a chair, but other than that she was still fully dressed. Susan felt behind her and clicked the door lock. Diana stiffened for an instant but did not turn around.

One slow step at a time Susan walked towards the other woman. She paused when she reached the chair Diana's jacket was on. She reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She clearly saw Diana tremble at the soft noise, and Susan trembled with her. She stepped out of her dress and carefully laid it across the jacket. Wearing only her black lace bra and panties, Susan stepped to Diana. She brushed the hair away from the back of Dina's neck and kissed her. She slipped her arms around Diana and rested the side of her face on the other woman's back as she pulled herself close. 

***   In the dimly lit room, Diana remained motionless, afraid that any movement on her part would break the spell and destroy what seemed to be a dream. But it was not a dream, she knew that. She had heard the door open and she'd known instantly that it was Susan. And then when she'd heard Susan undressing behind her, she realized their time of magic had begun.

She turned in Susan's arms now and kissed Susan's mouth. Their arms around each other for the first intense contact, mouth against mouth, the kiss consumed them, a lasting kiss, a brief respite, then another long kiss. Diana was overwhelmed by excitement. The feel of Susan's body in her arms was marvelous. Susan's mouth had a sweet taste. The scent of her hair, her perfume, excited Diana, an excitement more intense than anything she'd felt in years.

She held Susan's face in her hands and kissed Susan's eyes. "Don't say a word," Diana whispered. "Not yet." She dropped to her knees and pulled Susan's panties down her hips and thighs and legs, and then off her feet. Then she clutched Susan's ass in her hands and buried her face into Susan's small bush. She could hear the sudden intake of Susan's breath as she breathed in the musky scent of Susan's sex.

Finally, Diana pulled her face away and rose. She led Susan to an upholstered chair, urged her to sit.

Susan looked puzzled. "Diana?"

"No talking," Diana said. "Not yet."




We'll Always Have Paris



As Susan watched her in silence, Diana undressed, removed everything until she was naked. She cupped her breasts in her hands, brushed her nipples with her palms, then returned to Susan and knelt before her.

Their eyes met once more, so much expressed in the silence, nothing heard but their breathing and an occasional noise from the city outside the window. Then Susan's eyes narrowed and she seemed to understand. Diana sat on her haunches as Susan slumped back in the chair and lifted her legs over the upholstered arms. Her eyes sultry, Susan slid her hands down over the insides of her thighs before she pulled her hands away to cover her sex.

Unable to remain passive any longer, Diana touched Susan's ankles, then slowly ran her hands up Susan's shapely legs and down the insides of her smooth thighs to her groin. Their hands met, their eyes locked, and then Susan pulled her hands away from her belly and left the field to Diana.

With a gentle tug at Susan's waist, Diana urged Susan to slide forward on the seat of the chair a bit and then pull her knees even further back. Now Susan was completely exposed, everything visible, her thighs flexed, her legs dangling over the arms of the chair, a faint blush in her face as everything was revealed to Diana's eyes.

Diana leaned forward to sniff at her first, to get Susan's scent, to get the musk of Susan's sex in her nose again. The mixture of natural scents and faint perfume made Susan completely alluring, completely feminine. Diana sniffed at the top of Susan's sex and then lower down, her nose barely touching the lips. Susan's sex looked wet, the lips gaping. Her clitoris remained covered by its hood, but the flesh around it looked engorged.

Finally, Diana moved in and started licking her, the insides of Susan's thighs first, wet licking near Susan's sex, then lightly over the outer lips, then down again, lower down to the perineum, the sparse hairs around Susan's anus, then back again to the slit of Susan's sex and up to the hood of her clitoris. Fluttering touches of Diana's tongue. Then Diana moved her face in still closer, pressed her open mouth against the cunt, a light grazing at first, then more pressure, grinding a bit, then sucking all of Susan's cunt into her mouth, the flaps of Susan's labia sucked in between Diana's teeth, Diana's tongue extended to scour the opening of Susan's vagina. 

Diana's nose was now pressed against Susan's clitoris, and as she moved her face in all directions, her nose rubbed Susan's clitoris, massaged the bud in its hood. Then down to the vaginal opening again, her mouth on it, her tongue scooping the fluids, mixing Susan's juices with Diana's saliva, sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing. Now Diana's nose slid inside the mouth of Susan's sex to get the full scent of her cunt, Diana's face rotating so that her nose widened the opening, pushed in, pulled out, pushed in again. And while her nose did this, her tongue extended its full length to reach down to flutter against Susan's anus, slide over it, tickle it, the tip of her tongue sensing the ring of the sphincter, caressing it, tapping against it, rubbing it firmly.

She pulled back and gazed at the meaty cunt and pouting anus, the wetness everywhere, the clitoris now out of its hood, the lips unfurled and gaping. She moved in to kiss the perineum again, swipe the flat of her tongue over the anus and all the way up the groove of the cunt to the tip of the clitoris. Once more she buried her nose in Susan's vagina and moved her head from side to side and around and around to widen the opening.

When Susan groaned and pulled at Diana's hair, Diana withdrew her nose from the opening and rubbed the wet tip of her nose against Susan's clitoris, against the hood, pushing the hood back with her nose to expose the little nub. Finally she sucked the protuberance of swollen flesh into her mouth, fastened her lips on it and tugged at it as she pressed her mouth and chin more forcefully into Susan's crotch and vigorously shook her face to bring Susan to orgasm.

As Susan cried out, her thighs trembling, Diana kept her mouth locked on Susan's sex, her lips sucking hard at Susan's clitoris, two fingers now sliding into Susan's pulsing vagina to feel Susan's contractions. Finally, as Susan's spasms lessened, Diana moved his tongue to Susan's urethra, probed it to get some of the brine that had come to the opening during Susan's climax. Diana sucked at it, added the drops of brine to the mix already in her mouth, and then she kissed Susan's cunt one last time before pulling her face away from Susan's thighs.

***

Oh my God, Susan thought. Her whole body still shook. A vagrant thought passed through her mind. If she had known sex with another woman could be like this she would have done this years ago.

Looking at Diana, Susan knew that it was HER that gave this such meaning. A random encounter with a stranger would have never produced such a result. Susan slipped out of the chair and knelt with Diana. Her open mouth sought Diana's. She thrilled to know she was tasting herself on the other woman's lips, in her delicious mouth. Her arms circled Diana's waist and tightened. As Diana responded to the kiss, Susan rose to her feet, drawing her new lover with her.

This time it was her turn. Susan guided Diana to the bed, never loosing touch with her. She turned Diana and carefully pressed her down. Diana stretched her hands over her head. She remained still, offering to Susan the same freedom as Susan had given her.

Susan knelt beside Diana. She looked in awe over the other woman's body. Diana's legs were long and firm, muscular from exercise but so completely feminine. Her breasts were not huge but were full size on a narrow torso that almost seemed too small for them. Her dark pubic thatch was neatly trimmed and Susan had to resist the urge to dive immediately to it.

Instead she moved to straddle Diana. She dipped her head and brushed her lips over the tendons of the throat, then kissed the soft hollow between them. Inching her whole body down she left a wet trail as her lips crept down to the valley between Diana's breasts. She moved her head left and slid her lips over the full mound she found. She drank Diana's breast into her mouth, laving the nipple with her tongue as she did. She shifted right, repeating her action on the other breast. With a gleam in her eyes, she blew across both wet globes, watching in delight as the sudden chill crinkled Diana's nipples even harder.

Susan wanted to feast more there, but her body was quivering at the thought of what awaited her. She resumed the march of her lips down Diana. She felt more than heard Diana groan and shiver as she paused to tongue her navel. Then Susan was approaching the beginning of Diana's sex. She didn't even realize the small sounds of excitement she was making as her mouth opened to suck the fine droplets already caught in Diana's hair.

The taste was incredible, so like her own and yet so different. Susan nestled between Diana's legs, stretching out on her stomach. Her hand slid under Diana, caressing the firm bottom and cupping the cheeks. She kissed the smooth, firm inside of each thigh and then brought her tongue to Diana's pussy. She began at the very bottom of Diana's slit. Her tongue found the moisture already accumulating there and she scooped it into her mouth. Then she flattened her tongue, wiggling it to open Diana to her and drew it up in one long stroke. She paused at the top to probe Diana's clitoris, finding it already exposed. Then she reversed herself and at the same pace licked back down to her start point.

Diana shivered against her and Susan caught the deep moan. She licked up and down again. This time she went deeper into Diana. This time her tongue was faster on the stroke. This time she swirled her tongue over the sensitive pearl. This time she was faster returning and her hands lifted Diana to her mouth. She locked her mouth over Diana and sucked the trickle of nectar into her mouth, swallowing it. She rolled her tongue stiffly and probed into Diana's vagina, reaching inside the other woman.

Susan's head began to rock against Diana. The motions drove her tongue deeper and deeper inside, ramming through the attempts of the silky inner walls to capture her. Her fingers curled to clench on Diana's ass and pull her up in short tugs to meet her descending head. Suddenly Diana wrapped her legs around Susan's head, squeezing her with her strong thighs. Diana's back arched and Susan slammed her face against Diana, mashing her clit with her nose and rubbing her face and her tongue wildly as Diana flooded Susan with her juices. The orgasm almost shook Susan loose, but she remained firm where she was, her open mouth greedily drinking her lover.

When Diana finally collapsed against the bed, Susan carefully cleaned her sopping cunt. Then she crept up the bed and laid her head on Diana's shoulder. Diana wrapped her arms around Susan, who cuddle on her side against the other woman. Without a further word they fell asleep.

***

In the morning, Diana awakened while Susan was still asleep. Diana gazed at her new lover. How astonishing that here she was in bed with another woman, such an unexpected delight after all the years of fantasy. She remembered the evening before, the lovely reality of the lovemaking, and as the images flashed one after the other, she found herself aroused again. She turned on her back as quietly as possible, slid a hand down to her sex and started a slow rubbing of her clitoris.

It was something she did nearly every morning at home after her husband left the bed. She was used to it, almost dependent on it as a way to start the day. Before long, the rubbing of her clitoris became more determined, her fingers now wet with her juices.

Suddenly, Diana was aware that Susan was awake and aware of the movements of the sheet and bed. Diana immediately stopped masturbating and pulled her hand away from her belly. When she turned to look at Susan's face, Susan seemed amused.

"You don't need to be embarrassed," Susan said with a soft laugh. "I do it every morning, and usually more than once."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"We seem to have a few things in common."

Their eyes met, and Susan said: "And after last night, more than a few things."

"Yes."

"Do you want me to leave? I can go back to my room."

"No, I don't want that," Diana said.

"Then I'll go into the shower and give you some privacy."

"No, not that either."

Susan hesitated, her voice husky. "You want me to watch you?"

"Yes, would you do that?"

"Oh lord..."

"You don't want to? would it be too gross?"

"But I do want to. I want it very much. Please, Diana, let me watch you."

With a sigh, her heart beating with excitement, Diana pushed the sheet down to uncover her body and slid a hand between her legs.

***

It was all Susan could do to keep from reaching for Diana. She wanted her as badly as she had last night. But this, oh this was something so special. She remembered listening to her college roommate masturbate and trying to quietly keep up with her. But THIS!

Diana stretched catlike on the bed. She brushed her hand over her already wet sex. Her other hand slid to meet that one. Her palms slowly wandered down over her thighs. They moved to the outside of her thighs. She sighed as she drew them all the way up her sides and then over her chest. She languorously caressed her breasts. Then that same hand reached between her legs.

Susan thought she would actually faint from the excitement. Every tiny touch of Diana's fingers on her smooth supple body made Susan ache. She rolled on her side, her eyes drinking in the sight of her lover pleasuring herself. Susan stretched her left leg out. She placed her foot next to that knee, her leg bent, opening herself. Squirming her left arm from under her she cupped her breast. With herother hand she rubbed circles on her stomach, moving slowly down over her mons.

"Do you like this?" Diana's soft words startled Susan. Diana's closed eyes opened and focused on Susan.

"Oh my lord, Diana. I can't believe how erotic it is." Susan's thumb began to stroke slowly over her already roused nipple. "You are so beautiful."

"I see you're touching yourself, Susan." Diana's fingers were moving quicker between her legs. Her body was beginning to tremble. "Touch yourself for me Susan." 

Susan gasped. Her hand plunged between her own legs. Her clit was already engorged and unhooded. She frantically slid her hand up and down, her fingers circling her clit. Every movement from Diana she tried to match with one of her own.

Diana's body arched and a low deep cry escaped from her lips. Susan echoed it with one of her own as spasms ran though her body. She pinched her nipple and the sensation matched with that of her fingers on her clit pushed her over the edge in a matching orgasm.

"Oh my, oh MY, OH MY, Diana," Susan gasped, barely able to breath. "I can't....I can't believe it. I never imagined this could feel this incredible."

"Neither did I," Diana returned. She leaned over and kissed Susan softly on the lips, the only touch they had permitted themselves.

Susan's eyes twinkled. "Now, I am going to have to take that shower."

***

"Let's do it together," Diana said.

Susan looked at her. "Really?"

"Yes, really. Why not? I'll wash your back."

Their eyes locked, and after a long moment, Susan nodded.

Diana felt her pulse racing as they walked naked to the shower btogether. The orgasm on the bed had been lovely, but she wanted more. She wanted Susan. She feasted her eyes on Susan's ass as Susan climbed over the edge of tub. Lust, Diana thought. What she felt was pure lust. But also more than that. She felt close to this woman. She needed more from Susan than Susan's body.

Inside the shower, the curtain closed, the water cascading over them, Diana briefly kissed Susan's cheek and then started soaping Susan's back. After a few moments, she stroked with more pressure, scrubbing Susan's back firmly from her shoulders down to the tops of her buttocks. She wanted to fondle Susan's ass, but thought it was too soon. She did not want the shower to end. "Turn around," Diana said. "I'll wash your front too." She held her breath, hoping that Susan would not reject the idea.

But Susan turned to face her with a shy smile. "I wouldn't mind that at all."

Diana slid the wet soap over Susan's chest, washing her breasts, drawing circles around them with her hands, soaping the thick nipples. She urged Susan under the spray to rinse her breasts, and then on impulse she bent her head to briefly kiss each nipple. When she heard Susan moan, Diana took one of Susan's breasts in her mouth and sucked it with hunger.

Yes, Diana thought. After all these years...

After a while Diana released the breast from her mouth and dropped to her knees in front of Susan.

Looking down at Diana, Susan seemed to know what Diana wanted. Her eyes narrowed, Susan placed a foot on the edge of the tub to make herself available. Her sex opened like a tropical flower.

Diana gazed at Susan's cunt, at the exposed clitoris awaiting her, at the just visible opening of Susan's vagina. She shifted forward, closed her mouth over Susan's sex and started sucking. Without reserve. The hunger in her belly was too strong. She foraged in the other woman's trough, realizing how blatant it was, how aggressive, how awful to reveal her desire like this. But she couldn't help it. She clutched the cheeks of Susan's asswith her hands and continued sucking and licking and sucking until Susan lifted her head and groaned under the shower spray. Diana held on until Susan's orgasm was finished, and then she rose and she kissed Susan deeply, her tongue working against Susan's.

When they finally broke apart, Susan slid her arms around Diana's waist and said, "Let me do you."

"Do you want to?"

"Yes, but not here. On the bed. I don't want to be distracted by all this water!"

***

Susan quickly toweled herself and then helped dry Diana. She found the more she touched the other woman, the harder it was to even think of stopping. She hastily dropped the towels and drug Diana after her back to the bedroom. She almost tripped in her haste.

She slowed just for a second, allowing Diana to pass her. She wanted Diana, she wanted her in ways she could barely imagine. The orgasm she had just had, rather than satiate her had made her even more aware of her own body and Diana's.Her eyes traveled up Diana's legs and suddenly Susan was swept by a desire she had never even dreamed about.

"Diana", she called, as the other woman was almost at the bed, "Stop. No, don't turn around," she added as Diana, puzzled, started to turn. "Stay right there."

Her heart hammering, Susan stepped right behind Diana. She kissed her on the side of her neck, gently nuzzling the soft flesh. Her hands rested on Diana's hips. Her thumbs moved in small circles over the swell of Diana's ass. Susan shifted her lips to the top of Diana's spine. One bump at a time, she slowly kissed her way down Diana's back.

Susan's hands slid down the sides of Diana's thighs. They moved to the back of them and stroked up as Susan's kisses reached the small of Diana's back. With that Susan slipped to her knees and her wandering fingers began to caress the Diana's firm cheeks.


"Susan, are you sure?"

"Yes," was the only reply Susan could make. Her mouth started at the top of Diana's cleft. Her searching tongue out, Susan carefully parted Diana's cheeks, glorying in the feel of the smooth taunt globes. Her face slid down, pressing into Diana's mysterious recess. She breathed deeply, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of Diana's arousal and her secret place.

The Diana's rosebud was before her. She placed a kiss on it, then her tongue began its exploration. She licked at the ring, wetting it. She closed her lips over it and inhaled, sucking it. She felt it give and fluttered her tongue against it. She pressed harder, and the tip of her tongue opened the rosebud and entered.

Diana moaned deeply and bent over, opening and exposing herself to Susan. Susan's fingers went between Diana's legs and began to slide back and forth in Diana's wet slit. The middle and ring fingers curled into Diana's cunt while the index finger caressed her clit.

While Susan fingered her lover, her face pressed deeper into Diana's ass. Her tongue, wiggled and tapped and forced itself until, rolled tightly she felt the ring give way. Susan's tongue slid into Diana's anal cavity. Susan curled it, tasting the musky flavor.her fingers kept time with the thrusts of her tongue in and out of Diana's ass.

Diana clutched the bed to keep from falling. Her hips moved back and forth, onto and off of Susan's driving tongue and fingers. Susan felt Diana's entire body tense and attempt to clutch her and keep her inside. Then with a loud cry of "Susannnnnnnn", Diana's body released and she came.

***

They lay in each other's arms on the bed, on their sides and facing each other, Diana's hand stroking Susan's hair.

Susan sighed. "You must think I'm perverted for doing that."

"Don't be silly, I loved it."

"Have you had it done to you before?"

"Yes, but not often enough. And it never excited me as much as it did now."

"Are you sure?"

Diana chuckled. "Yes, I'm sure. And you're going to get it right back, you know."

"That's not necessary."

"But of course it is. I've been looking at your ass since we met, and I'm not losing my chance!"

Susan blushed and Diana kissed her. "But I want you to do something for me," Diana said.

"Anything."

"Wear a pair of heels for me. Naked and with heels. That really turns me on. I want you to be wearing heels when I make love to that lovely bottom. Will you do that for me?"




We'll Always Have Paris



Susan quickly pulled away, left the bed and grabbed Diana's robe. "The shoes are in my room. I'll back in a jiffy." She blew Diana a kiss and hurried out the door.

Ten minutes later they were together again. This time it was Susan who was bent over, her body on all fours, her head and shoulders pressed down on a pillow, her knees spread wide and her ass raised to receive Diana's attention.

Diana was thrilled. She hadn't expected their lovemaking to proceed so rapidly. Kneeling like that on the bed, so sexy in her high heeled sandals, Susan's body now dominated the room. Diana gazed at her, a fixed gaze from a distance, aware of the beating of her heart, the intense passion that this woman has managed to evoke in her soul. Then Diana approached Susan, moving close to the bed, close enough to extend a hand and touch Susan's hip, her lower back, the pale white skin of her buttocks.

Diana noticed the chair near the foot of the bed, and she pulled it over to sit behind Susan, directly behind Susan's upraised buttocks. Diana's eyes passed over Susan's s calves and thighs, the globes of her buttocks, the long groove between the full globes, Susan's legs apart enough to widen the groove and expose the pink little knot of her anus and the full lips of her sex.

With her hands on the upper parts of Susan's thighs, Diana leaned forward and licked Susan's right buttock, kissed it with her tongue and lips, then moved to the left buttock to do the same. 

"You're so lovely," Diana said, her pulse racing again. She moved her face into the groove to give a long lick of Susan's flesh from the pouch of her cunt up to her anus and back again. Diana licked again, another long lick, her tongue wetting Susan's anus, tickling the ring, then sliding down again to part the lips of Susan's sex.

Finally Diana pulled her face back and she used her thumbs to gently open Susan's sex as though she were splitting a peach, opening Susan to her eyes, the pink groove, the mouth of Susan's vagina, the tiny opening of her urethra, the pink-red tip of Susan's clitoris half exposed out of its cowl, her source, her center, her flower, her cunt.

And the anus, the asshole, the secret eye. With a knot of desire in her chest, Diana leaned forward and buried her face in Susan's ass, her chin pressing fiercely against Susan's cunt. She held the cheeks of Susan's ass with her hands as she began working her tongue into the puckered opening.

Susan was moaning now, her hips moving slowly in a circle as Diana's wet tongue slithered past the ring of muscle. Diana could feel Susan's excitement, feel the trembling of Susan's thighs. She worked her tongue deep, closed her lips over the ring and sucked at it as she slid her tongue in and out.

Susan groaned, mumbled something unintelligible as she shook her ass against Diana's face.

Finally Susan cried out, "Oh god, I'm coming. Oh god, oh god."

Diana kept her face pressed between Susan's buttocks, her tongue working in the dark hole.

Susan moaned. "I love you."

Pulling her face from Susan's ass, Diana replied: "And I love you."

***

Susan lay cuddled on her side against Diana. Her head was pillowed on Diana's shoulder. Diana had her arm around Susan and was gently stroking her shoulder and upper arm. Susan had her right arm across Diana's stomach and her right leg thrown over Diana's legs. Neither woman felt compelled to say anything. They simply enjoyed the moment and each others closeness.

Susan was considering her last words to Diana. She didn't use the words "I love you" very often. To Dan, to her children, to her parents. When she had dated she didn't really like to hear them, because she felt they were special, and using them even after sex as some sort of "Thank You" cheapened them.

So did she mean them then? Was she indeed falling in love with Diana? Even after all they had shared the idea seemed preposterous, and yet... Well, time enough to deal with that, tonight or tomorrow. Susan's mind shied away from the realization that tomorrow she was supposed to leave Paris.

Suddenly she giggled a bit.

"What?" Diana smiled down at her as Susan tilted her head back to meet her eyes.

"I just thought of something I really want to do with you."

"Goodness," Diana gave a mock groan. "You're insatiable."

Susan stretched and quickly kissed Diana. "Perhaps," she acknowledged. "But that's not what I meant." Her eyes twinkled. "At least not right now. Here I am in Paris, with a gorgeous woman who knows the city. I may," she hesitated, remembering her realization of moments ago, "I may never come here again. I want to see the city. Diana, I want to go SHOPPING!" 

Both women broke out in laughter. "Okay," Diana managed to gasp as she laughed. Go get dressed. We'll be walking so comfortable is the key. I'll meet you in the lobby" Susan nodded. She slipped into her dress from last night. She looked for her underwear. Not seeing it immediately, she shrugged and ran to her room.

She dressed quickly. She was tempted to put on a deep red dress and heels, and skip the underwear again. Sensible Susan reared her head and she settled for a white ruffled blouse and tan slacks. She slipped on her well used loafers and grabbed her purse. A quick check confirmed money, travelers checks and credit cards were all present and accounted for. She locked the door behind her and ran down the stairs.

***

They walked along Saint Germain toward the Boulevard St. Michel, stopping at any shop window that caught their eyes, buying some trifle neither one of them needed, then walking out of the shop and onto the boulevard again.

Susan seemed delighted. "Oh, I haven't done this in ages. I love it!"

What Diana loved was being with Susan, enjoying Susan's ebullience, bathing in the warm memory of their recent lovemaking. Diana wanted to hold Susan's hand, but she thought it might embarrass Susan.

At the Odeon, when they made a detour into one of the side streets, Susan became enthralled by a cluttered antique shop, chattering with the old man who ran the place, a grizzled little fossil who knew enough English to keep Susan interested in everything in sight.

Diana whispered to Susan: "I'm going down the street a minute. I'll be back soon, darling."

Susan nodded, her hands turning over a lovely little music box.

Diana walked out and strode briskly to a small shop they had passed. Half-shuttered windows, an ambiguous sign, a closed door at the entrance. She pushed the door open and walked into the dimly-lit shop.

The display she wanted was near the back, under a reproduction of what looked like a Matisse odalisque. Diana bent over the case, carefully inspecting the items it contained.

A woman dressed in a flowery robe and a ton of costume jewelry came through the curtains from the back of the shop. The woman said: "Bonjour! Et votre plaisir?"

Diana looked at the woman. "I'm sorry. Do you speak English? My French is too horrible to use."

The woman smiled, a gold tooth visible at the side of her mouth. "Yes, I speak some English. Not very well but enough. You would like one of those?" She pointed at the display case that Diana had been inspecting.

"Yes, I think so."

"But with the straps, yes?"

"Yes."

"Those are really too cheap, you know. Come with me and I'll show you some better ones." She led Diana through the curtains and into a back room as dimly-lit as the outer room. The woman opened a large drawer, extracted something, and then showed Diana what she held in her hands. "This is better. Realistic, no? And the straps are real leather, not plastic. They last forever. Here, handle it, you'll see. Feel the balls. They can be filled, if you like that.

Her face flushed, Diana said: "How much?"

The woman smiled, showing her gold tooth again. "Only three hundred francs, my dear. I'm sure it will be perfect for you!"

Diana made the purchase, and a few minutes later she walked out of the shop with her package.

Madness, she thought. She wondered what Susan would think. Well, she would discover that, wouldn't she?

***

Susan was reveling in the antique store. She had placed the music box and several other items on the counter and was eagerly browsing away. She wanted to find something special for Diana. She had already quietly made one purchase at a store they had stopped in earlier. Remembering the black silk scarf Diana had been wearing last night Susan had bought half a dozen brightly colored ones and smuggled them into a bag they were already carrying.

She recalled what she had imagined Diana doing with that scarf, even before she had acknowledged her attraction to the other woman. She shivered, but in excitement. Perhaps. Anyway, she still wanted to find something else.

A thought struck her. She checked the other music boxes, opening each one to listen to the songs. She smiled when she heard a certain one. Perfect! She immediately purchased the silver music box and hid it among the scarves. She left the other pieces on the counter where the lovely old man was adding them up when Diana returned.

"Hi honey, did you find what you were looking for?" Susan smiled at Diana.

"I think so," Diana replied. ""Time will tell. What all have you accumulated here?"

"This music box, a silver serving tray and these wonderful matching goblets. This necklace and pendant for my daughter. My son is a coin collector, look at theses Roman coins, he'll be wild. And these carved bookends, they're perfect for..." Susan trailed off. She realized she was babbling. And what must Diana think of her. Here they were together and Susan was talking about her husband.

She shook her head a bit and smiled brightly, looking into Diana's beautiful eyes. "I was babbling wasn't I? As soon as I pay for it he'll send it to the hotel."

Diana laughed. "Yes you were babbling darling and I enjoyed it. Now what?"

Susan blushed, "You're going to think I'm a woman made up of appetite only, but I'm hungry! Can we go eat?"

Diana laughed even harder. "Of course."

"Wonderful." Susan scooped up her change and her other purchases. Without a thought Susan took Diana's hand in hers and laced their fingers together. She smiled at her lover. "Lead on, Diana, I'll follow."

***

In the afternoon, they each rested alone in their rooms. Diana thought an erotic tension seemed to be building between them again, as though the evening would bring a fresh intensity of sexual passion. It was Diana who suggested they each rest alone in their rooms. She needed time to herself, time to assess this wonderful new interlude that seemed to be teaching her so many things about herself. The purchase of the dildo had been an unexpected impulse, but now that she had it the idea of using it with Susan was incredibly exciting.

You're utterly mad, she thought. But she realized it was more than that. For the first time in her life she was fully admitting her love for women. She was in a heterosexual marriage, but still a lesbian. And a lecherous lesbian at that; this affair with Susan was certainly proof. She felt intensely excited at the idea of making love to Susan again.

She slept awhile, had a bath, and then dressed for the evening. They went to La Coupole and they were lucky enough to get a table. They sat in the large room and noisy room, enjoying the ambience, enjoying the food, enjoying each other. Diana thought Susan looked stunning, so feminine and appealing. She wondered what Susan really thought of her.

After dinner, they rode a taxi to the Champs Elysees and walked along each side of the wide boulevard. The evening was balmy, the cafes crowded with people. They had coffee on the terrace of one of the cafes, and as they drained their coffee cups, Diana Said, "Well, what now? What would you like to do now?"

Their eyes met, and Susan said, "Whatever you want."

"It's already after nine o'clock."

"Yes."

Diana smiled. "What I'd like to do, darling, is take you back to the hotel and make passionate love to you. Do you find the idea appealing?"

Susan blushed and laughed. "Oh, definitely yes. Oh my, yes."

***

When they arrived back at the hotel, Susan whispered in Diana's ear, "Give me 15 minutes and then come down to my room. Please?"

Diana smiled softly, but with a gleam deep in her eyes that made Susan tremble with anticipation. "Of course, my dear." She brushed Susan's cheek with the back of her hand and went to her room.

Susan hurried to her room. She had to make everything perfect. She stripped and began to make the preparations she had planed that afternoon. She opened and adjusted the doors to the balcony and matched the windows so the gentle breeze coming down the street fluttered the curtains. She laid out the candles she had slipped out and purchased that afternoon. The breeze was perfect. Not enough to blow them out, it was made them flicker and cast dancing shadows all over the room. She opened the bottle of wine and poured two glasses.

Before getting dressed Susan sat on the edge of her carefully turned back bed and thought. What was it that was drawing her to Diana so strongly? Was she becoming gay? Or was it more than that, a combination of her realization of her own attraction to other women and Diana herself? It was Diana, she knew. No one else had so powerfully affected her like this since, since ... Susan sighed. She was still shying away from that thought. She didn't know how this was going to end, but she would embrace tonight. Tomorrow would have to take care of itself.

Now then, time was passing. Susan scurried to the dresser where she had laid everything out. She wiggled into the black lace teddy. She undid the little tie in the front, which almost but not quite exposed her nipples. She carefully rolled the dark, seamed thigh high stockings up each leg and snapped the garter straps to them. She then pulled on her black high heels. She walked quickly to the bathroom and did her makeup. She finished with a deep red lipstick. She looked at herself, pulling the shoulder straps just a bit father till the tops of her aureole just showed through the lace.

There was a soft knock at the door. Susan took a deep breath, switched off the lights, and went to open it.

***

After Diana slipped into the room, Susan locked the door again. Diana's eyes widened as she took in the flickering candlelight and Susan in lingerie.

"This must be a dream," Diana said. "You take my breath away."

Susan blushed, eyeing the long robe that completely covered Diana's body. "Do I look okay? I wondered if this was too much."

"No, you look lovely. I want you. Come here and kiss me."

They moved into each other's arms and kissed. Susan pulled back and pointed at the rectangular box in Diana's hand. "What's that?"

Diana smiled. "Oh, just something we might like later on." She spied the wine bottle and glasses and put the box on the dresser. "Let's have some wine, darling."

When Susan poured the wine and handed a glass to Diana, the taller woman suggested a toast.

"To us," Diana said. "And a thank you to Paris for bringing us together."

Susan smiled. "Isn't it marvelous? The two of us meeting the way we did. I never expected anything like this."

"And neither did I. I adore you, I really do."

"Oh, Diana, you're wonderful! And it's so wonderful being with you!"

They sipped the wine, and then put the glasses down and Diana took Susan into her arms and kissed her. "I love kissing you," Diana said. "I love the way you taste." Then she added: "And I love the way you're dressed."

Susan pulled back a bit to show off her teddy. "I'm more undressed than dressed. Do you really like it?"

"I love it. Do I get to see more?"

Susan gave her a coy look. "Such as?"

Diana moved closer and played her fingers along the exposed tops of Susan's breasts. She untied the little bow, then tugged the lace down and under Susan's breasts so that each breast hung like a ripe gourd over the lace edge. "You're exquisite," Diana said. "I want these in the open."

Her face flushed, Susan stood there with her shoulders back and her breasts exposed to Diana's eyes.

***

Susan felt as though she could close her eyes and float away. She could not remember feeling so desirable, so wanted. The look in Diana's eyes absolutely melted her. She cupped her breasts, her fingers sliding over them. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, so you like them?" She teased, swaying back and forth in front of Diana. She ran her hands down over the front of her body. Just the feel of the black lace under her own fingers made her breathing quicken and deepen. Her fingers slid over her thighs and caressed the smooth white flesh showing above the tops of her stockings.

Susan turned and brought her hands around to where her ass spilled out from the narrow covering that hid no more than her cleft. Beginning at the crease, she ran her nails up over her cheeks. It felt so sensual she did it again, scratching a little harder. She was sure she was leaving lines on herself, and that thought excited her too.

She could feel Diana behind her, almost feel her breath on her back. Susan suddenly reached between her legs and unsnapped the crotch of the teddy. She tucked the back flap us, exposing her whole ass to Diana. The gasp she heard fired her more. She bent deeply from the waist, tossing her torso as she pushed her full rounded bottom towards her lover.

In what sounded like a single step Diana reached her. Her hands grasped Susan's bottom. Susan straightened and Diana pressed hard against her. Susan's mouth met Diana's over her shoulder and the kiss continued as Susan turned back around. Her hands shaking in desire, Susan found the opening to Diana's robe and opened it.

***

Diana let the robe slip off her shoulders and drop to the floor. She was naked now. She took Susan into her arms and kissed her. She ran her hands over Susan's bare buttocks, caressing the full globes.

"I bought a toy," Diana said.

Susan's hands were on Diana's breasts, her fingers tugging at Diana's nipples. "A toy?"

Diana slipped out of Susan's arms and went to the dresser. She opened the box she had brought and then held up the life-like phallus and the attached straps. "I'd like to use this," Diana said. "I want to make love to you with this. Do you want it?"

Her face flushed, Susan stared at the strap-on dildo. Then after a moment she held out her hand, took the instrument from Diana and ran her fingertips over the pliable cock and balls. "Yes, I want it," she said. She handed the dildo and harness back to Diana. "Go on, put it on. I want to see you wearing it."

Diana was happy, excited. She very much wanted to do this, had been thinking about it since the morning. Her hands shaking, she stepped into the harness, adjusted the straps, and then glanced at the mirror to see herself adorned with a flesh-colored cock and balls at the joining of her thighs. When she faced Susan again, Susan seemed mesmerized.

"Oh my," Susan said. "That turns me on." She came forward and took the cock in her hand, stroking it the way she would stroke a man. "Yes."

They kissed, a passionate kiss, their mouths hungry for each other. This time they had the cock between them, the phallus pressing against Susan's belly. Diana dropped a hand to Susan's ass and squeezed a cheek. "On the bed now," Diana said. "On all fours, darling."

Susan murmured agreement and moved to the bed. Diana returned to the dresser, extracted the small tube of lubricant from the box and proceeded to smear some jelly over the shaft and tip of the phallus. The cock seemed to bob with expectation.

The bed was at an ideal height, for when Diana approach Susan, she found the phallus precisely at the level of Susan's cunt. She fondled Susan first, run her hands over Susan's smooth buttocks, testing their firmness with her fingers. She felt like a man reacting to a woman, an odd feeling that somehow thrilled her.




We'll Always Have Paris



She slipped one hand between Susan's thighs to feel the stiffness of Susan's clitoris. There was no doubt about Susan's excitement; her clitoris was erect, her cunt dripping on Diana's palm.

Susan wriggled her hips as Diana used both hands to squeeze her buttocks. Diana pulled the globes apart and watched the distortion of Susan's anus. The sphincter opened like a pouting little mouth, then closed again when Diana pushed the buttocks together.

Keeping her left hand on the small of Susan's back, Diana took hold of the phallus with her right hand and rubbed the tip in Susan's wet crack. She found the opening to Susan's vagina and slowly pushed forward.

***

From the instant she saw the strapon Susan had wanted Diana to use it. The sight of the cock bobbing between Diana's legs was almost enough to give her an orgasm in itself. Diana's body was so completely feminine and yet so fantastically complete with the dildo. Susan desperately craved it. She wanted Diana to take her.

Susan scrambled to the bed as Diana directed. She placed her knees on the very edge of the bed. She loved this position. She spread her legs for her lover and waited, trembling. She could feel Diana's hands touching her, roaming over her ass and between her legs. She wiggled her ass in open invitation to Diana.

The Diana was there. Susan felt her hands firmly seize her hips. The tip of the cock pressed between her lips. There was a moments pause, as though Diana was savoring the anticipation of taking her. Then Diana pushed forward.

Susan whimpered as she felt Diana's strapon penetrate her. Not in pain but in wild excitement as she felt her female lover open her. She gasped, "More Diana, more. Please my darling, take me."

Diana responded by a deep thrust of her hips. Her hands tightened their grip on Susan's hips and she drove her cock in until her hips collided with Susan's firm ass cheeks. "Oh God," she cried out. "Susan!"

Susan thrust back with the full strength of her arms. Never had she felt anything like this. She begged, she pleaded, she cried out. She demanded Diana never stop. Diana responded by pulling almost all the way out each time she rocked back and then aggressively driving her hips back forward. Each time Susan met her. The sound of Diana's groin slapping against Susan filled the room.

Susan had completely lost any control over herself. She slammed back to her female lover like a woman possessed. Diana's fingers clenched on Susan's ass until marks appeared. Even then Susan wanted more. Her juices flooded over the woman cock in her. She was filled and possessed to a degree she had never felt before.

"Diana, Diana, DIANA!" Susan dropped her face into the pillow as she screamed her lover's name. She shuddered and the orgasm that overtook her was more intense than any yet. She felt Diana shake behind her and suddenly ram all the way into her and hold as the other woman's hips ground the dildo in Susan's pussy.

When they recovered enough to speak, Diana whispered anxiously, "Did I hurt you, my darling?"

"No," gasped Susan. "Oh god I loved it." Diana saw a flush appear. Without looking over her shoulder, Susan spoke, so softly Diana had to strain to hear her. "Diana... I want you to take me in my ass. I want you to completely possess me."

***

Diana was thrilled by the unexpected invitation. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."

"Yes, I'm sure," Susan said. "Don't you want to? Just use some lubricant in there and I'll be fine."

Diana gazed at Susan's upraised ass. Yes, she wanted to fuck her there. It seemed obvious that Susan had some experience. Diana ran her hands over Susan's smooth buttocks, her fingernails lightly scratching the globes. She loved Susan's lush ass. Susan's rosette winked at her, waiting. Using some of the excess lubricant at the base of the phallus, Diana lubricated Susan's anus.

Susan's labia looked swollen. Diana slid her fingers into Susan's cunt again and searched for her clitoris. The tiny organ felt so stiff beneath her fingertips. She pinched the clit between her forefinger and middle finger as she slowly worked her thumb into Susan's oiled anus.

Susan groaned, murmuring her pleasure, wriggling her hips. Diana carefully worked her thumb in the oiled opening, stretching it, feeling its elasticity. Diana had never caressed a woman like this and she was enthralled.

Finally, Diana took hold of the cock with her fingers and pushed the tip at the anal ring. She pressed forward, guiding the tip with her thumb, pushing the knob inside the brown little orifice. The resistance of the opening suddenly ceased, the hole widened, and the knob and part of the shaft slipped inside.

Susan moaned. "Oh god, yes!"

Diana slowly worked another inch inside Susan's rectum. Then another. Susan seemed to open completely, and when Diana pushed forward, all of the phallus entered without difficulty. Diana wriggled her hips gently, her belly grinding against Susan's buttocks, the back end of the shaft pressing hard against Diana's clitoris.

Diana wanted to calm myself. She kept her eyes on the tight ring gripping the shaft. She thought it the most exciting thing she had ever seen.

Susan suddenly lifted her head and shoulders. Placing her hands flat on the mattress, she used her hands for leverage and began a slow rocking motion. Diana did not need to do anything except remain still as Susan slowly rocked her ass back and forth on the shaft of the cock. Diana smoothed Susan's buttocks with her palms. She gripped Susan's flesh with her fingers. As Susan's passion rose, so did the tempo of her movements.

Unable to remain passive, Diana grasped Susan's hips with her hands and started a slow but forceful pumping of the cock in and out of Susan's ass. She could see Susan masturbating now, Susan's right hand digging at her cunt, her fingers whipping her clitoris.

When Diana's own orgasm arrived, she jerked forward again and again to get the back end of the dildo grinding at her own clitoris.

Finally Diana pulled out, the phallus sliding out of Susan's ass, Susan's dark hole slowly closing. Susan's head hung down and she seemed spent. Diana bent forward and kissed the small of Susan's back.

***

At the touch of Diana's lips on her back, Susan felt as though it released the small remainder of her energy to the air. She sank to the bed and rolled on her side to look at Diana. Susan wanted to go to her, to kneel before her and take her in her mouth. She loved sucking a hard cock and the idea of doing that to her lover was thrilling.

She sighed and sank down on the bed. So much had happened. She almost giggled to herself when she realized what was stopping her was she was completely worn out. "Couldn't get it up at gunpoint," was a teasing phrase she remembered from what seemed like a different lifetime.

Susan stretched out her arms to Diana. "Darling? Are you coming to bed?"

Diana carefully put the phallus back in the box. She slipped in beside Susan and the two of them came into the others arms. They shared one deep, loving kiss and then snuggled comfortably. Diana stroked Susan's hair. After a bit the fingers slowed and Susan felt Diana's breathing becoming slow and rythmatic. Her own eyes closed and she dropped into sleep.

Hours later Susan opened her eyes. During the night she had awoken once and gone to the bathroom. She had undressed and put the teddy and stockings on a chair and got back in bed without disturbing Diana. She wanted to roll back to Diana but instead she got up.

Susan looked around the room and shivered a bit. The candles had all burned out. She was cold. Carefully covering Diana, Susan then got her robe and pulled it on. She stood in the open doors of the balcony. She smoothed the old terrycloth robe. Not very elegant she thought. But familiar, boring perhaps but still something worth having.

Lost in her thoughts, Susan didn't hear Diana rise. She was startled when Diana kissed her gently on the side of the next. Diana stood behind her, simply resting her hands on Susan's shoulders. Susan crossed her arms and placed her hands on top of Diana's.

"I suppose the is the 'cold, gray dawn' storytellers mention," mused Diana.

"I suppose it is," replied Susan. She turned. "Diana, what are we going to do?"

***

They sat on the terrace of one of the airport cafes killing time before their flights were called. Susan would leave first, then Diana an hour later. Diana stirred her coffee with a small spoon, lifted the spoon, then dipped it into the coffee again.

"We're corks," Diana said.

Susan looked at her. "Corks?" She giggled. "I've been called many things, but never a cork."

"We're like corks floating on the sea. A cork may think it controls where it floats, but it doesn't. It's the water and the waves that control the cork. So one day two floating corks arrive in Paris and the waves float them into each other. The corks bob against each other awhile, one cork against the other cork, two corks kissing the way corks do, and then a new wave breaks it up and they float away from each other, floating away, carried away by their individual waves."

"You're going to make me cry."

Diana slid her hand across the table and took hold of Susan's fingers. "Don't cry, darling. Corks don't cry."

"No, I'm going to cry."

"We had a wondrous time here, unexpected, marvelous, a gem of a memory."

"Oh, Diana, I love you!"

"And I love you too, darling."

Susan fumbled in her carry-on bag. She took out the sterling silver music box she had bought for Diana. Was it just yesterday? It seemed like it was so long ago. Her eyes sparkling with the tears she would not shed, she slipped it across the table.

Diana opened it. Already wound, it played. Her mind put the words to the tinkling notes from the music box.

"You must remember this,
A kiss is just a kiss,
A smile is just a smile,
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by."

"We'll always have Paris, won't we?" 

"Yes, always."

Not far from the café terrace, an old porter in a worn blue uniform puffed a cigarette and gazed without interest at the two women holding hands across a table. Friends, he thought. Maybe sisters. Who knows? All day long he had so many people in front of his eyes. With another glance at the two women, he shrugged at no one, puffed the cigarette again and slowly walked away.

Finis



Well & Truly Caught



My husband sat back, arms crossed and stared at me. His look was not making me feel any better. My mind was running at warp speed trying to come up with something to say and I couldn't. My face was scarlet and felt like it was burning.

"Well?"

"Honey, don't be angry at me. Nothing happened."

"I wouldn't say my wife standing naked with two men nothing."

"I can explain."

"You already said that, Beth and I really want to hear your explanation. I really do, but I am slightly pissed off at you."

"I understand, honey. It was really nothing. Marilyn, um, sort of dared me to, um, get naked in the car and, ah, I did it and then, um, she dared me to get out and let her take some pictures. And, ah, we didn't see these, um; drivers coming up and they caught me naked. And, I sort of, um, posed with them so I could get my coat back and leave. It really wasn't my fault, honey, really."

"So, you are telling it me that it is Marilyn's fault that you are running around naked letting other men see you?"

"Well, no, ah, it isn't really her fault. I mean she dared me to do it, but I guess I did it. She, ah, didn't make me or anything, I did it. I am really sorry, honey."

"Beth, what did you get out of this? Were you embarrassed?"

"Yes."

"What else, Beth? Were you excited when you got caught?"

"I was scared, but then I guess, ah, I got a little excited."

"Do you like being naked, Beth?"

I blushed even more and I couldn't help looking at that damn picture of me naked on the computer screen.

"I suppose at times I like being naked, honey. I mean, ah, it can be sexy."

"Do you like feeling sexy, Beth?"

"Yes, at times I like it."

My husband looked at me. He looked me up and down. Then with a stern expression on his face he spoke.

"Take off your clothes, Beth."

I just stared at him. When he didn't say anything else, only lifting an eyebrow, I began to unbutton my blouse. I didn't want to but I would do anything at this point to make up with my husband. I undid all the buttons and pulled it out of my slacks and off. I folded it and laid it on the other chair. I slipped off my sandals, the ones I had on in the car and then undid my slacks. I looked at him, begging him with my eyes. He didn't smile at me. I sighed and pushed my slacks down, having to jump a little to get them over my feet. My face was so hot! Even if he was my husband and had seen me naked many times before, this was different. It wasn't undressing for bed. It was a cold, calculated stripping of my body.

I began to sniffle. I was feeling very ashamed. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, slowly slipping it off. It joined my slacks and blouse on the chair.

"Please honey, I'm sorry, so sorry."

"The panties, Beth."

I sobbed softly. This wasn't like my husband. This was another man that I didn't know.

I hooked my thumbs in my underpants and pushed them down. Tears were trickling down my cheeks. I slipped my feet out of them and bent to pick them up. I clutched them in front of my pussy, feeling very vulnerable. My husband nodded at the chair and with a whimper I added my underpants to the pathetic pile of my clothes. I put one hand in front of my pussy and crossed the other arm over my breasts. It was foolish, I know, but he wasn't acting like my husband.

"Hands at your sides."

I forced myself to lower my hands and keep them at my sides. I was trembling. I was feeling those tingles in my nipples and pussy. I was such a bitch.

"Do you like being naked, Beth?"

"No."

"Your nipples tell a different story, Beth. They look very hard. And I bet your pussy is wet, isn't it?"

I didn't answer. I knew how hard my nipples were, I could feel them. And I wasn't going to tell him if my pussy was wet, even if it was. I was totally humiliated, standing naked, even if it was my husband who was looking at me. This wasn't a seduction; it was just a casual stripping.

"I think perhaps you really do like being naked, Beth. I have to think on this for a while. In the meantime, I want you to go upstairs and get all your bras. Then you can throw them away. I don't think you'll need them anymore."

"But, honey.."

"Do as you are told, Beth. NOW!"

I scurried up the stairs after I had grabbed the bra I had been wearing. Sniffling with tears trickling down my cheeks I gathered up my bras and scurried back downstairs.

"Honey, please.."

"In the garbage, Beth, all of them."

Mournfully, I walked to the garbage can in the kitchen. 

"Not there. In the large container in the garage."

I opened the garage door off the kitchen and walked naked to the garbage container. I lifted the top and wrinkled my nose at the smell. I looked back and my husband was watching me. I sighed and dropped my bras in the container. Then I walked back to the door. He stepped back, and as I passed he swatted my ass, making me shriek and jump.

"That's for not obeying, Beth."

I walked through the kitchen naked with my husband following me. I was not sure if I knew him anymore. I was embarrassed and nervous. He made me stay naked all that night. Every time I crossed my legs he made me uncross them so his view of my pussy was not impeded in any way. I felt so humiliated even if it was really my fault. I wasn't comfortable at all. I also felt pretty guilty as if I had cheated on him. I hadn't. All of my adventures so far had not resulted in adultery. Letting some one see me naked was one thing. Letting some one have sex with me was another and it was a line I hadn't crossed. Finally he let me go to bed. I wasn't afraid of him, but I wasn't that comfortable either. He wasn't acting like my loving husband. This was a different man. He stayed up later than I did and I woke up when he came to bed. I tried to hug and hold him but he turned his back on me, leaving me facing his back. I had also put on a nightgown, but he made me take it off so I was naked once more.

The next morning I woke up to hear the shower running. I got up and put on a robe, determined to make up with him. I went downstairs and made coffee and bacon and eggs for him. When he came downstairs he looked at me.

"Take off the robe."

I almost started bawling, but bit my lip and removed it. He watched me put the bacon and eggs on a plate and carry it to him at the table. I went to sit down, but he made me stand by his chair, naked, while he ate. When he finished he looked at me once more.

"I can't control what happens when I am at work, Beth, but when I come home you know how I expect to see you. Make sure I am not disappointed. And I won't be calling you to tell you whether I will be late or on time or whether I am alone or with someone. Now you can walk me to the door."

He stood and walked by me, leaving me to trail behind him to the front door. He opened it, stepped outside and turned to me. I was in the doorway, in plain sight of the street, scared to death that some one would drive or walk by. My husband bent and kissed me, then patted my bare ass and turned, walking to his car. I stood like a dummy and waved as he backed out of the driveway. Then I closed the door, my nipples erect and tingling.

I just leaned against the door bawling. Deep wracking sobs were wrenched out of me. Tears ran down my cheeks. I was ashamed and humiliated at how I had been treated and by how he expected me to be waiting for him. Marilyn called me perhaps an hour later.

"How are you Beth. Do you want to go on another drive?"

"NO."

"Is something wrong?"

"NO."

I wasn't going to tell her anything. It would just make me feel more humiliated. I made some excuse to get her off the phone and went upstairs to dress. He might expect me to be naked when he got home, but that didn't mean I had to stay naked all day. About half an hour later, the doorbell rang. I went up to the door seeing Marilyn standing there. I opened it. She walked in, looking at me. Looking at my red rimmed eyes.

"What's wrong, Beth?"

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me. I know you well enough to know when something is wrong. Now tell me."

I started to bawl. Marilyn came over, sat down and held me as I cried my eyes out. I finally calmed down.

"H-h-he knows."

"He knows what?"

"H-h-he knows I was naked."

"All right, who is he?"

"M-m-my husband."

"Oh shit. What's he saying?"

"Nothing other than he thinks I like being naked, Marilyn. He made me strip last night and stay naked all night. And then he made me take off my robe this morning and stand by him while he ate the breakfast I made for him."

"I think he's a little upset, Beth. How did he find out?"

"Those damn pictures that you emailed to me, Marilyn. He saw them. I don't know how but he saw them."

"How do you know?"

"He made me stand by the computer last night and showed me each and everyone of them. That's when he told me to undress."

"I don't know what to say, Beth."

"Just leave me alone, Marilyn. I think between you and I we have done enough for a while."

Marilyn hugged me and after taking a long look at me, left me alone again. I sat alone in out house, alternately being upset with myself and angry with Marilyn and afraid of what my husband might do to me. I managed to put a roast in the oven and some potatoes to bake. I got a bottle of wine and put it in the fridge to cool. Soon it was close to five and I remembered what he had said to me. I went upstairs slowly and sniffling, I stripped naked. Then I went back downstairs to check on the roast. At his normal time to be home, he still hadn't arrived. I just got more and more upset and nervous as I waited.

Finally just past 6:30PM I heard the car and the door slam shut. My husband walked inside with his briefcase and two packages. I felt really stupid, standing naked in front of him. He smiled at me and set down his case and the packages. Then he came up and kissed me, taking the opportunity to squeeze my ass. I still felt humiliated at having to be naked, even though his smile seemed to indicate that he might no longer be willing to kill me.

We ate a nice dinner, even if I was ashamed to be naked. He didn't bring up my nakedness, just smiled as he gazed at my body. I kept alternately blushing and then relaxing as I ate. I blushed when his eyes bored into my body, but relaxed as we talked about his day. Everything seemed to be normal, except for my being naked. We talked more about my husband's day after dinner. He said nothing about the packages he had brought home. I wanted to ask him but didn't. He went into his home office and I guess he worked for a while. I don't really know since he didn't tell me and I didn't ask.

Finally as it got dark outside, he came back into the living room and picked up the packages. He opened the first and handed me a top, one with spaghetti straps and very clinging. I just looked at him and when he smiled, I put it on. The second package held a thin pair of shorts. After he handed those to me and I put them on, I realized that they would hide not much. They clung to me also.

"Let's go for a walk."

I didn't think other than how I would look in the top and shorts. I was embarrassed to be wearing them. I didn't really want to go outside. My husband took my hand and led me outside and we walked down the street. I was happy to have clothes, even if they were skimpy and revealing, but I certainly didn't want to be seen. 

He led me out of out house and then to the left, down our street towards one of the main streets in town. I was nervous at how I was dressed, but with my husband with me I felt safe, sort of safe. I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but I was sure it was not going to be something that I was going to like.

We walked along, in silence. I was looking all around us making sure we were alone and no one else was nearby. My husband was just walking, occasionally smirking at me and my efforts to see if anyone was watching us. As we got closer to the main street I became more nervous. All I had on was the clinging top and the too small shorts. It wasn't enough clothes for me.

As we came to the main street, Oak Street, my husband led me to a convenience store. I was not walking with him, but a little behind him. He took my hand and pulled me up beside him.

"Want a Coke, Beth? I do."

I smiled at him. That would be nice.

"Sure honey, I am a little thirsty."

He led me inside and we went to the cooler. He picked out two Cokes, opened them and we went back to the counter. I was sort of hiding behind him because of how I was dressed. He made me get up next to him.

"We want two Cokes, but I don't have any money. Is there some way else we could pay you for them?"

My heart dropped and my stomach clenched. My eyes blurred over and my breathing came faster. I felt lightheaded. When I could focus again, the store clerks were looking at us. 

"You need to pay for the Cokes, man."

"I don't have any money, but I am sure there is something we have that would pay for them."

"What the hell do you mean?"

The guy, an older man with a beer belly and beard looked at my husband suspiciously. The other, a younger woman, stepped up and looked at my husband, then at me and started laughing.

"Don't you get it?"

"Get what?"

"God are you dense!"

She looked at me. I shivered. Then she looked to my husband.

"The top for a Coke."

My husband looked at me and nodded. I felt faint. He wouldn't really expect me to take off my top. He wouldn't!

"Look mister, you already opened them. I can't take them back."

"I know. She'll pay for them."

I knew what he meant. If possible, my face turned even redder. I looked at my husband and he smirked at me. I didn't think anymore. He wanted someone to see me, I know he did. I shivered and grasped the bottom of the top. 

"I don't want to do this Rob."

He said nothing. I pulled up the top, lifting my arms and baring my breasts. Then I pulled it over my head and lowered my arms, covering then baring my breasts again. 

"Give it to him."

I looked at the male clerk, at his smirk as he stared at my naked breasts. I hesitantly handed the top to him. He jerked it away from me and dropped it behind the counter. His smirk got even bigger. I felt his beady eyes burning holes in my breasts. If anything my face got even warmer and I was so humiliated!

"That will do for one coke, mister."

Rob said nothing and I looked at the two clerks who were both smirking and staring at me.

"Rob, don't make me do this."

"I'm not making you do anything Beth."

"Should I call the cops, lady?"

I shuddered, picturing myself topless when the police arrived. My hands went to the shorts and I pushed them down quickly and kicked them off. I bent and picked them up and handed them to the clerk also. I had my other hand clamped over my pussy. The clerk took my shorts and they disappeared behind the counter. Now the beady little eyes burned a hole into my pussy hair. Thank god I wasn't shaved like some younger women!

"Move the hand lady."

I began to cry, silently, tears leaking from my eyes but I moved my hand. Both the clerks looked me up and down, the girl laughing at me, the man staring hungrily. Rob made me turn around to let them see my ass. I was so embarrassed!

Even with the embarrassment and humiliation, my nipples were so hard. And I felt that telltale tingling in my pussy telling me that I was getting turned on. Rob finally relented.

"Let's go Beth."

"Rob! I'm naked!"

"Let's go, Beth!"

I began to walk to the door, my breasts jiggling and I am sure that my ass was jiggling too. Rob walked behind me as I came to the door. I peeked out through the glass and there was only one car at the gas pumps. I slowly slipped outside and down the side of the building, Rob behind me and snickering as he watched me cover up my breasts and pussy with my hands. I was so flustered that I had even forgotten the coke that I had paid for with my naked body. I made the relative safety of the darkened street. I was petrified that someone would see me and scurried down the street until we came to a streetlight. I stopped dead, torn between running through the lighted area and not moving. Rob came up behind me.

"Hands down Beth."

I just stared at him; open mouthed until he pulled my hands down and took one of them and just started walking. I was pulled behind him into the light. Completely exposed. Naked. Bare assed naked. And Rob did not seem to care.

I scurried faster through the light and as soon as we were in the dark again, Rob let go of my hand and I covered my nakedness once more. He let me walk like that until the next street light and then he just looked at me. I dropped my hands and without any prompting walked through the pool of light. It was like that all the way home. He let me cover in the dark, but in the light I had to be exposed. I was scared to death and tingling all over. I hated it. I loved it. It was late. No one drove by. No one came out of their house to scream at the naked woman. No one called the police. 

We made it home.

Rob had me stand by the picture window as he turned on lights and dragged an easy chair over in front of it. The back of the chair faced the window.

"You didn't mind Beth."

He took one of my hands and pulled me up behind the chair. My belly was pushed against it and I was bent over the back. Rob's strong hand clamped on my neck. My toes were just touching the floor. My breasts were dangling in the air.

CRACK!

I shrieked as Rob's hand smacked my naked ass. I felt the burning heat from the blow and shrieked again as he smacked me once more.

"Shush Beth, do you want the neighbors to hear and watch this?"

I shrieked again as he whacked my ass once more and then, stupidly, not protesting his spanking, I stuffed my left hand in my mouth and bit down. I didn't scream at him for the spanking. I just let him do it. 

I bounced from one set of toes to the other as he spanked me, heating my ass up and turning it bright red. My feet kicked out on each side as he smacked each cheek alternately. I felt my breasts slapping on my chest and swinging in the air as I jerked back and forth. I also felt my ass heat up with each swat. I was crying. I was humiliated. I was hot!

Rob finally stopped spanking me and pulled me up. He pulled me to the side, turned the chair around and sat down.

"Get me out and sit on it, Beth."

I had been rubbing my hot ass but as soon as he said that I hurriedly bent over, unzipped him and pulled him out. Without waiting I straddled his legs and holding him I centered him on me and sat. I felt my breath gush out as I was filled and I slumped against Rob. I was having trouble breathing. His hands clutched my cheeks and urged me up. Soon I was bouncing up and down on him, in clear view. I was naked and screwing my husband right in front of our picture window. I didn't care. I was so turned on, both by being naked and by being spanked. My breasts were flopping up and down and Rob's grip on my cheeks was almost painful, but I didn't care. I screwed him until he came up me.

"Get up Beth, I don't want my slacks stained."

I lifted my head from his shoulder and blearily looked at him. Then I stood, trembling. I felt his sperm leak out of me and run down my leg. I felt dirty, shameless and very fulfilled, even if I hadn't come.

Rob made me put the chair back where it had been and walked behind me up the stairs so he could see my ass and pussy. And the sperm that was still running down my legs. He told me to shower before I came to bed and that I wasn't to masturbate in the shower.

When I had finished I came into our bedroom, naked, and walked to the bed. Rob was lying on his back.

"Clean me up, Beth."

I knelt over him and sucked him clean. Not surprisingly, he got another erection. Which, again not surprisingly, I rode to another orgasm for him and my first. It was a knee trembler, an explosion. I felt as though I had run a marathon, but I was oh so satisfied. I noticed that he had opened the curtains on both bedroom windows and of course he had a lamp on. If anyone looked in, they could have seen me. I didn't care.




Well & Truly Caught



I fell asleep, holding my husband from behind, both naked, wondering what my wonderful husband would do to me next.