0 comments/ 50184 views/ 1 favorites My Visit By: IrishRose1215 “Shhhhh…..” “But she’s right there!” “It’s okay. I’ll be quiet.” “Jess….I really don’t…” “Hush now! You keep talking and you’ll wake her up!” I smile evilly down at Pete, while I slowly pull up my nightshirt and sit down on his cock. I know he’s happy to see me, a cock that hard doesn’t lie. He looks over nervously at his sleeping wife, as I slowly begin to insert his cock into my pussy. I turn my head to look at her too, quirking my eyebrow as I watch his pretty wife sleeping not an arms length away…….. I should probably give some insight as to how this all occurred. I’m Jessi; my friend that I’m sitting atop of is Peter. We meet years ago on the internet and as our friendship grew so did the passion between the both of us. About a week ago Pete e-mailed me asking if there’d ever be a chance that we could meet. At first it seemed damn near impossible, I live in the States, he in New Zealand, but as an optimist I told him I’d look into, there had to be a way. I found the way, writing the trip off as a business expense. I can feel his breathing, he’s scared of waking his wife, and I know his heart is pounding ninety to nothing, which makes this whole situation even better for me. I move my hips slightly, going in small circles, and he can’t help but let out a small moan as my hot pussy engulfs his throbbing cock. “You need to be quiet, Pete, no moaning.” I giggle as I move a little faster, he keeps up his protests, and I’ve had enough of listening to them. I reach my hand over to his wife and place my fingers on her leg softly. She wiggles a bit but doesn’t wake. I move my fingers up, slowly and watch as her legs involuntarily spread. Pete’s head is shaking, his mouth open in a mute scream of protest. I move my hips, back and forth, and the look of terror is replaced by one of pleasure. My fingers move again, finding the lips to her pussy, I smile when I feel that her lips are moist. I wonder if she’s been awake this whole time. I move my forefinger into the folds of her pussy, easily finding her clit; I begin to rub it softly. A small moan issues from her lips, but her eyes still don’t open. I begin to softly bounce on Pete’s cock, as I move my fingers a little harder and a little faster on his wife’s pussy. I see her eyes flutter, and move my hand down to her opening. I place two of my long slender fingers into the wet hole, and place my thumb on her clit. Her eyes pop open as a loud moan escapes between her lips. I’m the first one she sees, a look of confusion at first, and then she turns her head toward her husband. She realizes what’s going on; she knows that his cock his securely buried in my cunt as my fingers work on hers. She says nothing, but spreads her legs just a little wider. I smile, and laugh as I look at Pete. “And you thought she was going to be mad.” I give him no time to speak, I begin to fuck him, sitting up on my feet, bouncing hard and fast on his cock, moaning as I feel every inch of him reach the last depths of my pussy. My fingers work steadily on his wife, and her moans become louder as her body tenses for an oncoming orgasm. When I feel her juices shot all over my hand, I move off of Pete and settle in between her legs. I lap at the juices that run down her thighs, my eyes moving to Pete as I wiggle my ass in the air. He gets the hint and moves behind me. I suck her clit into my mouth as Peter rams his cock into my pussy, my moans make her body shake, and as Pete finds his rhythm and begins to fuck me, I take her clit between my teeth. My tongue works fast on her, and I moan loudly as I feel her hand come to rest on the back of my head. I look up at her as I hear her whimpers turn into screams of passion. I feel most of her cum hit my chin, and move down to catch the rest in my mouth. I lift my head up when she pulls on my hair. I come up, rest my heated body on hers and kiss her deeply so that she may taste herself on my lips. She moans, and her tongue snakes out to lick the juices from my chin. I smile and turn to Peter. “It’s your wife’s turn to have your cock.” “What’ll you be doing?” I laugh and look directly into his wife’s eyes. “Getting my pussy licked.” She looks scared, and her eyes find Peter’s. “I’ve never done that before.” “It’s not that hard. I’ll teach you.” She nods her head and gets up. I take her place and wait for her to get into a comfortable position. She starts off okay, licking my pussy lips, and sticking her tongue as far as it can go into the opening that he husband had just vacated. “Lick my clit, Sweetie.” She moves her head up, and laps softly at my hard clit. I moan slightly and look down. “Mmmmm…..that’s good. A little harder. Good, now a little faster. That’s it Baby.” It doesn’t take much couching before she’s in the full swing of things. The moans she makes from her husband’s fucking of her, gives double pleasure to me as she licks my pussy. I place my hand on her head, just as she had done to me not to long ago as my orgasm begins to swell. My hand pushes harder, driving her head into my pussy as my hips come up and begin to move with her. She moans loudly as she tastes my cum, and her head bucks up as Peter empties his own cum deep within her. She smiles and moans as he fills her with his seed. When he is spent, she moves to do the same to me as I had done to her, in sharing a kiss so that I may taste myself on her. I bring my hands to her hips and press down until her pussy is against mine. She moans as my tongue finds its way between her lips, and her hips begin to move, grinding our cunts together as we kiss. I can feel Peter’s seed leaking from her onto me and right before she cums again, I lift her hips from mine. “Turn around.” She knows what I mean, and she moves, her legs now straddling my head. She places her lips to my pussy, as my tongue finds hers. I clean the cum that still seeps from her, and soon we both cum again. I go back to the guest room, but not before I see the smile on her face as to what the night has brought to her. As I lay down, I know that this was not the last time this will happen on my visit here. My Visit It had been a long flight and now a hot drive. The temperature was high as I noticed a sign for exotic ice cream specialties. Apparently it was a small ice cream parlor. I thought for a moment and reasoned that an ice cream parlor must have air conditioning and so I pulled in to get out of the heat. I was on my way to meet someone for the first time, but another forty five minutes might not be a problem. I swung in off the highway and locked the car before walking across the parking lot to the door. I paused outside and looked in. It was crowded but that might be a good sign. I reached for the door and pulled it open just as I heard the sound of rushing high heels. I turned to hold the door for her and looked up. It was her, the gal that I'd come all this way to surprise. She was even more beautiful than on my computer monitor and the photos she'd sent me. I could swear that I smelled a hint of mint in the air as she passed. She didn't recognize me because I had never sent a photo of myself. I'm sure that my mouth was open as I waited. She smiled at me and thanked me as she passed. It was a few moments before a gal came up and asked if we were together and looking for one table? She shook her head and the gal apologized. The gal said that she had only one table and then brightened and asked if we'd like to share it. I raised an eyebrow and looked quizzically toward my chance meeting at the door. She looked back at me and then shrugged and murmured something like 'Sure... why not?' We followed the gal to a table that was set back in the parlor and against a wall. I hurried forward and held the chair while she sat and the gal handed us each a menu. We studied it while I stole hurried glances at this beauty I'd come to see. A few moments passed and an old-fashioned wheeled cart was rolled up to our table and an older man asked if we were ready to order. I looked at her quizzically and she replied for both of us and then we ordered. Her's was what sounded like a simple cone called Caramel Surprise, while my own was more dramatic in a dish and called a Mint Dollop. I guess that minted scent as she entered was still affecting my mind. As the waiter opened the cart I watched her beautiful legs through the clear glass top of the table. The waiter pulled out some metal gimmick and filled it with ice and then a paper napkin was carefully inserted into a small recess at the top. It was a full moment before I realized that it was a holder for the cone and the ice around it was to intended slow the melting. Next he pulled out a frosty glass dish that appeared large enough to have been made for a banana split. He inserted a dark brown French vanilla waffle cone into the holder and scooped and deposited a scoop of French vanilla ice cream atop it. He took out a small tool from a drawer and carved a small recess at the center and then placed a small 'bullet' shaped piece of caramel into it. Next he took another scoop of cheesecake ice cream and repeated the process after depositing the scoop on top of the first, but this time it was the caramel topped with a Maraschino cherry. He'd made a two-scoop cone. Next he coated the top with a chocolate dip that hardened as quickly as it touched the ice cream. He turned his attention to my treat as the chocolate dip completed hardening. Mine was a scoop of mint ice cream followed by two clove sweetened pear halves. He carefully removed each clove and then formed the two halves around the scoop of ice cream... he brought the two halves together at the top and deposited another cherry in the center but pushed it half way down and into the ice cream. Next he covered the top with a light green mint liqueur glasse', and inserted a large fresh strawberry into the center and covered the whole with the dipping chocolate. Finally, he covered her cone and my dish with a generous topping of whipped cream and sprinkled them with nut pieces. Both desserts looked fabulous as he delivered her's first and then mine. A small demitasse spoon was delivered with mine. He asked if there would be anything else and then deposited a check on the edge of the table. She reached for it, but I was faster. I asked if it would be alright if I picked up this tab. She looked slightly perplexed and then graciously accepted. She'd carried a small day-minder type of book into the parlor with her and now she opened it and removed the pen it contained. I noticed what appeared to be a small 'Post-its' pad at the top but it was unusual. Instead of the yellow or simple colored paper usually used, this paper was like a miniature paper-lace similar to the better paper napkins that can be purchased at many stores. It was brilliant white and the center of the 'lace' was solid and just large enough for a short note. I commented on how unusual it appeared and she just smiled. Those little spoons have always bothered me because I love dessert and I have both a large appetite and a large mouth. I looked at it as I picked it up and was wishing for a large soup spoon to replace it. I studied her legs more, and then eyed the cleavage apparent in her simple white blouse. The blouse had been unbuttoned only slightly when I first saw her, but now the buttons were open well below that necessary for simple cooling from the heat. She was seated with her back to the rest of the patrons, but I got a great look. I already knew what was beneath it, and my mouth watered from the remembrance. I watched as she absent mindedly picked up the cone and her small pink tongue darted out and into the whipped cream. She scooped a small amount onto her tongue and slowly drew it back into her mouth. I could see her eyes close as she tasted it. I experienced what it must be like to be alone with her at my waist. Self-consciously, I looked down at my own dish. The chocolate had flowed into the crevice between the pear halves and as I studied it I imagined the split I'd seen in her lips before she'd touched herself with a finger. The small recess reminded me of the hood over her clit, and I slowly dragged the spoon over the chocolate covered opening, still remembering, before I used it to chip off the small piece of hardened chocolate that I brought to my lips. When I looked up, I caught her studying me as I gently placed that chip of chocolate onto my tongue and tasted its sweetness. The mint liqueur definitely gave it that mint chocolate flavor that I loved. Will she be this sweet I wondered? She picked up her cone again and ran her tongue slowly from the edge of the cone up over the cool chocolate and entered the whipped cream. It reminded me of our discussions on oral sex. She had a smile on her face as she wrote in the day-minder. I dipped the spoon into my whipped cream and placed a generous dollop on my tongue as I remembered the name of this dish. I circled it into my mouth and left some on my upper lip and she was watching me again. We continued this little tease until all of the whipped cream was gone. And then she continued to lick that chocolate until finally she took a tiny nip out of the center. My head throbbed... and it wasn't on my shoulders. By this time I was into the top of my own dip and could make out the strawberry nestled there. Her tongue caressed the cherry in the center of her cone before she pried it loose and entered it between her lips. That round pink cherry made me think of my own head. I watched as she buried her small pink tongue into that hole. My mind was imagining the things she could do with her tongue as I slowly pried loose that strawberry and brought it slowly to my own lips. I licked it softly and nipped it a bit before wrapping it with my tongue and taking it inside. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed it, and when I opened them she was there. I was positive now that she would be more than sweet and my mouth watered. Her eyes were looking at me through that glass table top as she sealed her lips around that chocolate and I could see her sucking the melted ice cream as she canted her head. I was rigid in pants as she sucked and my gaze shifted to her through that glass. Her hands were rubbing through that skirt. I finished the chocolate and then used my spoon to caress that joining of the pear halves. It was the same manner that I wanted to separate her lips and tease them with my tongue. I teased the pear and slowly pried the pieces apart while wetting my lips with my tongue. Before I knew it I had reached down into my lap and tried to suppress my erection. Her skirt had come up and her small hand entered. I could just see the outline of pink as one small finger barely entered and began to circle. I rubbed my cock through the pants and then teased the zipper. She stripped off the chocolate as she gazed at me through hooded eyes and that finger circled. And when the chocolate was gone, I watched as her tongue entered and sought the caramel in that small hole at the top. My cock twitched again as she licked and teased it and brought forth a small drop on her extended tongue. My small drop of pre-release? Her eyes closed as she brought it back between her lips, and her finger circled as she loosed a very quiet moan. I almost moaned with her. A moment passed and I had grabbed and held my stiffness before she opened her eyes again and smiled softly at me. I picked up an entire pear half and brought it to my mouth and circled its hollow with my own tongue as I rubbed more furiously. I placed the center to my lips and sucked the delicate mint liqueur into my mouth as I partially closed my own eyes. Then I increased the suction and the soft pear disappeared between my own lips the way I wanted to inhale her and her scent... She began to lick the outside of the cream and I watched her coated tongue each time she returned it. The creamy whiteness of the vanilla was in stark contrast to the bronze of her body and pink of her tongue. She teased that cream and then placed her tongue around the outer edge of the cone and slowly circled it. Her eyes were closed until she paused and took a small nip of the cone. Could she circle my own head that way? And nip it? I jumped at the pleasure I felt, and I think I must have moved the table a bit as I sat back. I returned the favor with a larger spoonful of cherry ice cream and circled it with my tongue, too. I tasted and felt the coolness of the cream on my broad tongue, the way I wanted to lick her and taste her freshness with my tongue. When I'd finished that spoonful, I returned the spoon upside down and slowly scraped a small groove in the cream before filling the spoon. I had opened my zipper now, and slowly reached within. I watched through slitted eyes as her mouth widened and she wet those sweet lips with her tongue. I thrilled as I watched her munch that cone in small bites, circling it and slowly devouring it. Would she devour me that way? Her finger had been joined by another and she stroked deeper and I could make out the dampness on them each time as they returned. Again and again her hand caressed and stroked the outside of that cone, and I felt myself approaching climax. She dipped her moistened fingers into the last of the ice cream and I could almost taste their combined sweetness as she brought them to her mouth. I had to glance away to keep from embarrassing myself. When I looked back, she appeared disappointed and I just shrugged. She smiled as she popped that last small tip of cone into her mouth and licked her lips. I had barely finished the second pear half and was busy on the last of the ice cream as she straightened and smoothed her skirt. Her moist fingers toyed with the top sheet of that post-it pad before she closed the day-minder and started to stand. I paid the bill and walked with her to the door and we entered the heat of the day again. She glanced down at me and whispered zipper. Embarrassed, I attempted to turn and raise it, but I couldn't at that busy storefront. I walked her to her car, and then slowly rezipped in the shadow between cars. I thanked her for the opportunity to sit with her and she smiled before saying it was her pleasure and then she reached out to shake my hand. I watched as she left and returned to my car before I realized that something was stuck to my hand. I entered the car, started it, and let the air-conditioning begin as I turned the slip over. It was one of her lacy post-its and I brought it to my nose and inhaled deeply. I could still catch the sweetness of her dampened scent and my mouth watered. I was wondering about our encounter... and whether she did this often... when I turned over the note and read my name in the beautiful script that she had used. It was a note stating that I already had the address and she needed fifteen minutes to prepare. I spent the time driving around the neighborhood and wondering how she knew it was me. I had never given her a clue and yet she knew... Now my erection was well into overdrive as I entered the driveway. My Visit Stepping out of the gangway into the airport -- our eyes meet. My heart leaps inside my chest at our first site. He is just as I remembered; I had not forgotten his face or his bearing after all. We smile, he steps up to me and pulls me into his arms. I bury my face in his neck and breathe his scent. Secretly, I want to cry -- this is home -- a familiarity that soothes my soul. He kisses the top of my head. Looking into his eyes, I jokingly tell him, "There is nothing better out there in the world than this, so stop looking." He laughs, takes my face in his hands and kisses me soft and warm. Kisses me as if he cannot get enough and at last I feel desired. "Let's get out of her," he whispers into my ear. I know what he has in mind....then again, maybe I don't. A tickle shimmers in my stomach at the unexpected. I know, I know, I packed the kitchen sink, again. You know how I arm!!! I have to be prepared. I drop my head mimicking shame and so the game begins!!! Shaking his head we set off for the car. Down the hall, I suddenly stop and pull him back a step....Look!!! With a feigned gasp, "Oh my god....it is an empty wall!!! Over there!!! Oh no you don't. We are not going to do that....I need more privacy. Do not want to cause a scene, eh??? Even though the wall is just begging for my ass to be imprinted on it, under my breath, I whisper, "Coward". "Come on.... He admonishes and pulls me into step again as we head out of the door to the parking lot. Tossing my bag into the back seat, he straightens to face me. I lean him against the side of the car, kiss his neck and stroke slowly between his nicely muscles thighs. Squeezing him gently, I whisper in his ear, "I am ready now, no one will see, let's do it, quick here." He grabs my wrists stopping my hand from its purpose. Leaning harder against him, raising a knee, I place it on the fender next to his hip, pinning him against the car. Come one, be brave this one time, it does not have to take long. I just need to feel you inside me now. With a lusty tone to my voice.....let's show em' how it is done. Grabbing my arms he easily lifts me off of him. Holding onto me, kisses me deeply then guides me to the car door. Get in. We will be at my place in no time. One settled into the cat, I get a taste of what is to come. We kiss deeply, lighting our passion. His hand searches my body, and finally slips under my skirt. Move my own between his legs and the apparent desire fills my hand. I am cascading into the passion of our kiss and my mind is spiraling out of control. I only feel hot desire and the passion to be set loose. He gently pushes me back into my seat and starts the car without a word. After a quick drive-by tour of the town, pointing out highlights along the way, we arrive at this apartment. Opening the door for me, I step in and my first sense of the pace is -- coziness. It is overstuffed but that is not surprising. Oh, I nearly forgot, I brought you a little house-warming present!!! I reach into my bag and I pull out a box. He takes it from me, glancing sidelong at me. I know he does not like to receive gifts. It embarrasses him for some reason. It is really nothing, I assure you, I made it myself so you know it did not cost much. We sit on the couch and he opens the box. Inside is a hand-bound leather journal. I have always encouraged him to write. He has much to say, to express. I feel he should write it down, if only for his son to read one day, far into the future. It is a personal journal....not a diary....but a place to write down feelings, memories of your family, and your personal life. Your parents and grandparents lives. What they went through, what you went through. Anything!!! You do not need to eloquent or philosophical; as a matter of fact it is best if it is in your own speaking style. There are no rules when writing in a journal. I explain. Fill it with what is in your hear and heart. Teach what you have learned the hard way. Put down your hopes and the dreams for your son and for their children. Then put it away for them to read and cherish one day. They will, you know?? I continue. They will cherish your words when they are older, and need to know and appreciate their father. Thanks. He stands, taking his gift and placing in on the desk. Following him I announce, you are not going to sit at that computer while I am here!!! Why not??? I see that he is grinning as he turns to face me. He knows I want to be the center of his thoughts this weekend. You are paying attention to me. This will be the last precious time we spend together and I do not want to waste a minute. Not even emails??? His eyes glinting. "NO" Mock sigh -- shoulder shrug, he wanders into the kitchen. He stands against the sink, arms crossed, watching me. Slipping my arms around his waist, I raise my face to his and kiss him gently. He returns the kiss as his hands slide into my hair. My fingers press into his back then I slowly pull his T-shirt from his jeans, guiding my fingers from his waist to his chest. Closing my eyes -- the sensation of touch deepens. I stop, holding very still, and savoring every sensation of joining our bodies, the portions of my body that are leaning into his. Hands in my hair, and on my neck. Warm, hard, soft, strong, supple...all the sensations are blended and yet very distinct. He takes my by the arms and pushes me against the wall. Learning against me....I can barely breathe as his hands move beneath my shirt. His skill at bra-removal is amazing....I barely notice until his warm dry hands enclose around my breasts. I breathe slow and deep, kissing his neck slowly, parting my lips -- tasting him. I had nearly forgotten the taste of him. Maneuvering to the side of my breast, his thumb moves up the center, brushing my nipple, lightly moving, teasing, exciting me....my breathing shallows. His other hand slides down my waist spreading his fingers out across my skin. Searching the small of my back, the fingertips move inside my skirt waistband and into my thong. I push my body into him, against his force which is pressing me to the wall. I feel the hair on his chest, running my fingers across and up to his shoulders. Kissing his jaw until his lips find mine. Soft pressure, lips part and tongues touch. Our kissing is warm and sweet and slow, savoring every moment. I help him pull his shirt off over his head and unfasten his jeans. He grabs my hair, pulling my head back and his lips hot on my throat. He pulls my skirt up; fingers digging into my flesh....pulling my hips closer to his, tips of his fingers find my tender niche. Teasing around the edge before venturing in. Bites on my neck, then shoulder excite and frighten. I pull my skirt off, I feel his lips move to my breasts, kissing and sucking, I hear nothing in the room, and my ears are filled only with what I feel. The world does not exist to me at this moment. I feel myself getting weaker and submissive. I want to fall to my knees and soon feel myself slipping down, but I am held tight. I want to speak, to beg to let go, but no voice comes. He bends to scoop me up in his arms. He drops me onto the bed, grabs my ankles to pull to the end. My skirt is quickly removed and tossed aside and the thong follows. Grabbing the back of my knees, he bends them up and lowers his face. His moist lips kiss my inner thigh, tempting me to move closer, but I am ordered to hold still. I grab the sheets to help me remember not to move. I stare silently at the ceiling as he trails kisses across my thighs, spreads my lips and tickles my clit with the tip of his tongue. The breath in my chest is being pulled from me. He releases his hold on my legs, Grab your knees and hold them right where they are!!! Keep your legs spread wide!!! I do as he says, moving my hands to grab the back of my knees. I feel his hands on each of my thighs, fingers moving extremely slowly toward my pussy. His fingers move lightly over my lips, barely touching my clit. I try to move closer but his hands push my hips down to the bed. Don't move.........don't you dare move!!! I hold my breath and my eyes begin to water. Warm and wet, his tongue tickles and tastes every inch of me. Slipping into me slowly, he brushes against my clit with a combination of sensations that are exquisite. His fingers are digging into my thighs before moving down, cupping me and spreading me open. I feel warm oil being spread luxuriously over my flesh. A finger guides itself into my pussy as deep as it will go....another is in my ass. He sucks on my clit and it takes all the strength and control that I am quickly losing, to hold still. Rising, he pulls his jeans off, standing in front of me; he grabs me by the arms and pulls me up until I am sitting in front of him. Put you hands behind your back. Again, I do as I am told and look up at him. Open you mouth....take it....all the way!!! I know I won't be able to, but try to obey. Opening my mouth and taking the head of his cock into my mouth. I lean closer to take him in as far as I can. He grabs the back of my head and pushes it hard against hm. I choke as I feel his hard cock touch the back of my throat. Take it or you know what I will have to do. I feel a thread of fear rising, knowing I cannot do as he is ordering. Again, he pushes into my mouth. I tip my head back to allow his length to fill me, sliding over my tongue in rapid bursts. Gagging as he pushes deep....he pulls my head back and pushes me to the bed. Grasping my hips he tumbles me onto my stomach. My knees slide to the floor. He sits on the bed beside me and presses one hand down on the middle of my back....slapping my ass sharply several times....feels like forever, and yet not enough. No, my cry is muffled by the sheets. He ignores my please and chastises me, I warned you about what would happen. The palm of his hand hits me soundly and fingers land across my pussy. All I can think is how badly I need him to fuck me. To feel his hard cock drive into me at this very minute. No, please............I beg. Dismissing my cries, he repositions himself to his knees, still with a hand pressing on my back. Put your hands behind your back. I reach behind me and my wrists are captured in a single vice like grip. He is kneeling between my legs when I feel the head of his cock on my ass. He holds it there....just resting against my aperture. Then ever so slowly, at least at first, he pushes his head through the tight opening. He forces his way into me, all the way. I have no control, I weep into the sheets. My pussy is pulsing. His fee hand reaches around to stimulate my clit. Oh my god....fuck me....I feel myself delivered to the threshold of climax and he brings me to delirium. Not stopping the pumps into my ass hard and fast, working still with my clit keeping my orgasm going. Electrifying convulsions, my legs are quivering. He releases my hands and grabs my hips with both hands, fingers gouging into my skin, pulling me close as he jams his hard cock as deep as he can, cumming, he stops for mere seconds before pushing, pulsing urging all he can from his orgasm. Biting my back at the peak of orgasm, I feel no pain, just fulfillment. Later lying in tangled sheets, drifting in and out of sleep. He lies next to me, his hand resting on my belly in sleep. I feel soreness creeping in, but it will not keep me from thoroughly enjoying my weekend with this sensual man. I will take home bruises from our all too brief encounter. I did in the past as well. Reminders of giving out all to each other. Our kiss goodbye is brief and sensual. The flight home is lost somewhere in my mind....I mellowed on the way home....settles into my future like easing into a pair of comfortable slippers. My Visit and Hot Shower Chapter One I turn up unannounced at your workplace, after all your colleagues have left for the night. You quickly ask me to come in and shut and lock the door. As we make our way to your office, you are nervously shuffling papers, strangely unsure of yourself. You then feel my arms come around you from behind you as you gasp for air in anticipation of what is to come. As I pull you closer, one of my hands crosses your waist and the other glides towards your breasts. I pull you even closer and now you can feel my heaving manhood through my pants and I take a little nibble of your neck. Your breathing has become shallow and you ache with pleasure of the thought of what is going to happen. You do not hesitate to let me lift your skirt up and let my hand find the edge of your panties as it slides in to feel your moist lips. I quickly find the pleasure center and you quiver with excitement as you fumble to undo your blouse and expose your breast so my large hands can feel your nipples dart between my fingers. As you reach around to expose my manhood I again take a nibble of your neck and slid my finger back and forth on your g-spot. You are overwhelmed by the pleasure shooting though your body and your knees buckle. You gain composure and fully expose my manhood and are now caressing it as it throbs with anticipation. While our mouths are engaged in tasting each other for the first time, my massive hands are exploring your breasts and my expert fingers, inside massaging your g-spot, are darting in and out of your now swollen lips. Your hand is still exploring me with enthusiasm and increased force. With our ever increasing body heat we both are moaning with pleasure. Knowing we are in your office the excitement of being found makes the whole experience even more thrilling. Our height difference means you position yourself kneeling over your office chair. You then decide to take charge and force my throbbing shaft downward between your thighs but I only let it glide across the wetness. I then just ease the tip of my shaft between your swollen lips and as I do that you gasp again. You then look over your shoulder with your big blue eyes as if to tell me I am not to tease you but to take you now. You are at my mercy because you are on the chair. I am in control and it's driving you crazy; you beg me to be a little rough. I put my right hand on your right hip and my left hand takes a tuft of hair, gently pulling your head back and at the same time I thrust my fully hardened shaft deep within the warmth of you. My knees buckle as your love muscles clamp down on my shaft. The motion starts off slow and we are in perfect synchronization. As I push harder, you buck your hips harder and faster. After a while and with full penetration at every stroke our bodies are ripe with orgasm. With every moment passing the passion gets hotter and hotter. You are now quivering with each forward thrust and I am aching to let loose. I can feel the warm womanhood running down my shaft. I reach down and press down on your g-spot. At that moment your back arches and you groan with pleasure; I am unable to hold back any longer. With a couple of more forceful thrusts while you buck harder on my shaft, we climax at the same moment lasting longer than you have had before. I let go of your hair, put my arms around you, cupping your large breasts and tasting you again on your neck and lips. You feel me deep within throbbing with residual orgasm, each time you have a micro shock surging through your body. You want more but know it will have to wait.. We try to gain our balance and come back to reality but are forced to enjoy each other a little longer to let the adrenaline run out of our systems and calm down. I then get to fully enjoy the rocket of a body you have and suckle your nipples just to get you all worked up for more. * Chapter 2 Our office encounter was of the utmost enjoyment and causes me to lay in bed at night falling asleep to the thought of you wiggling and bucking your hips on my fully swollen and throbbing member. I need more and it's your turn to assure me I am in for a treat and that you are in charge of what is going to happen. We have met at a hotel and it has been a tough day. You tell me to wait as you want to take a shower. At first I comply but the thought of you exposing all of your curves as that hot water pours down on you takes over and I enter the bathroom. At first I watch with eager eyes and my member expands quickly, though you do not notice I am there. You are surprised to see me watching and order me to disrobe so you can watch me as you lather up. I agree immediately and stand near the shower so you can see me. You watch for a moment then order me to get in the shower with you. Our bodies come together and your sexy blue eyes tell me you are waiting for me to taste you again. As the hot water streams down between us I embrace you and once again my aching hands have what they want. Our lips lock to taste each other as one hand wanders caressing your now hard nipples and the other finds those moist folds between your thighs. You are stroking my fully extended manhood with your soapy hands. My lips start moving downward to find your hard, aching nipples waiting for me to dart my tongue around each one. Meanwhile my masterful fingers are working their magic and getting your womanhood fully stimulated. You let me enjoy those breasts for a moment then start gently pushing downward on my head. I instantly get exited because I know what you want and I am eager to taste even more of you. I then sit down on the floor of the shower and with both hands grab your round backside and pull your shaven womanhood into my mouth. My first stoke of tongue is flooded with your flavor. I plunge my tongue in, to find your g-spot and taste it. Your knees buckle and force more into my mouth. I look up to your sexy blue eyes, looking back, begging for more. You start to stroke my tongue by grinding your hips and pinning my head against the wall. I breach you with my tongue again and again. I can feel your heat all over my mouth, you quiver with every stroke of my tongue. I pull you in closer, wanting your love bud in my mouth so I can push you over the edge and have you climax on my face. I know I am close when a groan reverberates in the shower. I now have your swollen lips rubbing on my beard and your hardened bud is being manipulated by my tongue. Again and again you quiver, each one close to the next. Your breathing is shallow and your hard aching nipples need attention to sooth them. You take my large hand, forcing it onto your supple breast. I am watching the water drip off your hardened nipples. I see you are starting to roll your eyes because of the enormous pleasure surging through your body. I move in for the finish by holding your love button in my lips and vigorously stroke it again and again with my tongue. You put your hands on my head and pull it in closer. I am holding you steady and you start to spread a sweetness in my mouth. You gasp for air as you let go and release your warm dripping honey. Your nails slide across my scalp to take hold of my hair to steady yourself and with a couple of hard thrusts of your hips you blast me with your full climax. A few seconds later you step back and look at me with those sexy blue eyes and tell me I am dangerous. My Visit Begins Six days ago, we set the day for my visit with You. As each day passes i get more excited. We have spoken everyday, either on the internet or phone or both. You have sent me emails counting down the days and teased me by giving me hints of what is in store for me. I get so excited when i see Your name in my inbox. My heart races and i get giddy like a schoolgirl with each email. Last night i packed. Picking each outfit with care. Wanting to look sexy for You. You do not tell me what i must wear, only that i come to You in a skirt. The rest of the apparel for my visit is mine to decide. This is the only decision i have to make about my visits, yet i struggle with it each time. When i step out of the car i want to look perfect for You. To be the most beautiful sub You have ever had. One You are pleased with and proud of and one You can show off and brag about. Of course we spoke over the internet last night. I asked You not to let me cum. We both enjoy my performing on the web cam for You so much, but i wanted to save my orgasm for today. You teased me by telling me what You would do to me today. Arousing me so much that i am longing for You to my core. I wanted so bad to perform for You but knew i would cum. Feeling the desire building in me and washing over my most sensitive parts. Wanting You so bad, yet knowing by waiting until tomorrow it will be so much more intense. I awoke with my juices already flowing. I went to work today and was excited and aroused all day. I thought of You constantly. With each thought a brief twinge of desire making my pussy twitch. Sometimes twitching for several minutes before i am able to pull my mind back on my work. Each time i go to the restroom, i steal a brief touch. Gently pinching my nipples or rolling them between my fingers. Slowly wiping myself so that i graze my clit. Quickly rubbing it or rolling it between my fingers. I want so badly to masturbate. I am aching to cum but i know it will be better to save it for You. My cumming pleases You so much and i live to please You. As i leave work i am dripping with desire. Each minute behind the wheel i become more moist. My body trembles a little more with each passing mile. The longing and need building as i get closer. The anticipation making my stomach flutter. My breasts are aching for Your touch. My ass aching for the sting of Your firm hand smacking it. My juices flowing like a river knowing it will soon be a waterfall of cream running to a pool at Your feet. I cannot help but steal quick touches and rubs. Pulling slightly at my nipples. As i get off the exit i am consumed with the need for You. I have gone a month without You and i am at the end of my rope. Flooded with need for You and the control You have over me. Praying i wont hit the red light, which will delay me even a minute longer from being with You. As i pull into Your driveway, i know You are watching for me. I get out of the car as You come out of the house. My heart beats erratically. Anticipation finally reaching its peak. You approach me wearing only Your robe. I know there is nothing under there. You come to me and kiss me right there. I return it with the ardor of a lover who has been parted from her soul mate for an eternity. Your hand reaches for my breast and caresses it through my top, finding the treasure You have been awaiting. A bolt of electricity shoots through my nipple as it jumps to life in Your hand. As You kiss me deeper i feel Your wonderful tongue invading my mouth. Our tongues caressing. Need runs so deep for both of us. Your other hand reaches behind and rubs my ass. Closing tightly and squeezing. A moan of pure delight escapes between my teeth and into Your mouth. You inhale it as a fresh breath of air. My knees are trembling, giving in under me as need washes throughout me and i feel the ache deep in the pit of my soul. As Your hand moves to the front and slides ever so smoothly between my legs, i break the kiss, as I can no longer stand without Your help. I lean into You, wrapping my arms around You. Clinging to You to keep from drowning in this pool of longing and desire. My nether lips aching for Your touch. My labia plump and swollen with the need that only You can fulfill. You stroke through my thongs, slowly increasing the pressure. I moan ever so quietly. Whimper with each pass over my aching bud. My anxiety over the neighbors seeing has completely taken wings under Your masterful touch and i abandon myself to You and Your pleasure. Knowing that this pleases You to make me cum here in the driveway. "Master" i whisper into Your shoulder as You take me higher. I am floating on Your fingers as they slide into my panties and You grasp my pulsing bud between Your fingers. I am lost now. There is no stopping the building ache in my loins. It is flooding over my body and carrying me away to the heights of pleasure. My breathing coming harder and faster. I can no longer contain myself and i reach into Your robe grasping Your hard cock. The tool that brings me so much pleasure. Stroking it as You are stroking me. Feeling it pulsing in my hand hard and thick. I love the feel of it. I love the control it has over me. "My sweet sexy sub needed this" You firmly speak into my ear A whimper is the only response i can muster. I want to say, "yes Sir", but i am lost on the waves washing from my head to my toes as Your fingers work their magic on my throbbing clit. Yes i so needed this i think as You pull and pinch and roll my little man between Your fingers. As i reach the pinnacle, i am soaring on the wings of an eagle, far above this driveway, up among the heavens. Until i erupt. My knees finally give and i sink into Your hand. My body trembling in Your arms. Holding You tight to keep from falling. Biting Your shoulder to keep from crying out in pure abandoned pleasure. Soaking Your hands with my love juices. Cream running down my thighs. A deep primal groan escaping my lips as my pussy contracts over and over again gushing with pleasure. As i begin coming down, i feel so content knowing that i have pleased You. That You love to make me cum here in the driveway. Loving the feel of being here to please You and in Your safekeeping. "Thank You Sir" i say quietly and gently pull away. Finally off my cloud, the surroundings intrude. Breaking the contact between us, my anxiety over the neighbors returning. But i know that once inside there will be no intrusions and i will be at the mercy of Your wishes and pleasures. Once again overcome with the electricity of desire, i reach for the door handle to get my suitcase so that You may take me inside to my private land of pleasure and bliss...my tiny island of fantasy where i escape to Your desires and whims. My Visit to a Hot Spring I was visiting a clothing optional hot spring last fall and I had an interesting experience. Yes, Watsu, a massage technique in a warm water pool is as enjoyable for the giver as it is for the subject...almost. Women always close their eyes as they relax in my arms. That gives me many opportunities to study her body floating on top of the pool. I can watch the pussy bush move, like seaweed, as the water ripples through her nether tresses. It is also interesting to see how soon a woman's nipples become erect. That tells me if she finds me arousing (quick nipple erection), or if she simply likes being so relaxed (slow erection). Most nipples begin to perk up within the first three minutes as they begin to feel safe and the water touches them so gently. On my last visit to the hot spring, I began to chat with a single woman. She was not a raving beauty, not pretty, but not hard to look at either, with an average body, but a nice manner and willing to chat. We were both nude, of course, so there was no physical mystery. Lol I casually mentioned how wonderful a Watsu massage felt and that I had received and given a few. I explained that I was not a pro, but had watched the certified masseurs and now knew a few basic movements. She (never exchanged names) said it sounded divine and that she'd never had a Watsu massage. I told her that I'd be willing to give her one if she wished, but that it was entirely up to her. She didn't say yes or no right then and we moved on to other topics. Perhaps an hour later, as I was sitting in the shallow end of the pool lolling and gazing at the tall pines, she came over to me. "I think I'm ready to try a Watsu now, if your offer is still open," she said quietly. I don't think she was used to having a man show any interest in her like that and was possibly afraid that I'd refuse. I told her the offer was still open and that I felt sure that she would enjoy the experience. We moved to the deeper water and I explained a bit about how it worked...that I'd keep her head above water, and support her so that she could completely relax. I said that I understood that it might be difficult at first to put her trust in a complete stranger and that it was normal to be tense at first. That seemed to make her feel better, knowing that I would allow her time to become accustomed to a very new and different experience. With that introduction, I asked her to stretch out in the water and helped her into the floating position, using my right arm to support her neck and head. My left arm held her legs just above her knees. I stood very still in the pool and gave her time to get comfortable in that position. Her left side was against my belly and I could feel her breathing begin to slow down. Looking at her face, I noted that her eyes were already closed. Her ears were in the water, so she was hearing only the various random sounds transmitted through the water by others in the pool. I took a long look at her body. Tan nipples about the size of a half-dollar on what looked to be 36D breasts. I noticed a few black hairs around the outer perimeter of her areola...not uncommon with brunettes. Her tummy was afloat on the water's surface and her natural black bush was gently moving with the slight flow of water, moved by the breeze and movement of others. She was soft in my arms and soon her limbs relaxed. My first movement was to step slowly forward, letting the ripples move over her entire body. Almost immediately, her nipples began to shrink up and become erect. I guessed that the pressure that pressed our two bodies tightly together, along with the sensation of the water's movement was responsible for her erect nipples. It gave me a degree of pleasure to think that I was probably fulfilling a wish she'd had when she decided to visit a clothing optional hot spring in the first place. Then, I stepped backward and the water massaged her from a new angle. That brought a long sigh from her lips and her breathing changed enough to detect. The water pushed us apart an inch or so and her left arm (that was loosely around my waist) pulled us back together. I took that as a good sign. Therefore, I kept up the slow movements forward and back for a while and she seemed to like it. Her initial tenseness was all gone by then. Now, for a new sensation, I released my grip on her right leg and let it float free. I turned her clockwise in the water and the move pressed her legs together and her body tightly into mine. Several slow turns gave her some new feelings and she was now used to having one leg free. After stopping still for a few moments, I then turned her in the counterclockwise direction. This allowed the water to push her legs apart and ripples to seek out every little crevice between her legs. Even through her black bush, I could see her labia open up inside her visible slit. She tightened her grip on me with her left arm and emitted a long sigh. I'm not sure if she had a small climax, but she sure liked that movement! After making sure she'd had her pussy well massaged by the warm water, I moved her to a new position. Her head was on my shoulder, next to my face, and my hands moved down to her ample ass. I supported her body on my shoulder and with my hands. She didn't have any objection to my touching her soft ass cheeks, so I proceeded to move her more like a snake in the water, feeling her body move in my hands. My hands were on the lower part of her butt and the movements caused her crack to open and close as the 'snake' slithered along in the water. Her breathing was a bit shallow and I could detect the faint aroma of food as her lips opened and a low moan escaped. I alternated the various positions and moves. After an hour or so, she was like putty and frequently sighed as I moved her without any objection. When I felt that she was tiring, I moved to the side of the pool and urged her back into a standing position, her back to the pool edge. She opened her eyes and looked into mine. "How was it?" I whispered. "That was incredible," she whispered back. "Thank you so much." I smiled and nodded. "I'm glad you enjoyed your first Watsu experience. A pro would use many more movements, so you should schedule a session and get the full effect." "Today's effects were wonderful," she replied and rolled her eyes to emphasize her feelings. "I enjoyed it too," I confessed. "Give me a hug and we'll call it even." She opened her arms and we hugged each other tight for more than just a moment. My semi-stiff cock nestled into her black patch and I could feel the warmth that I'd created in her. It was a good experience for us both, but I was not interested in trying to carry the relationship any farther. She looked over at the clock on the pool fence and jumped. "I'm supposed to have a regular massage in 15 minutes back at the lodge," she said. "I didn't realize how late it is." I released her and she moved to the steps and out of the pool. I watched her tits bounce and her ass move smoothly as she made her way back to her towel and then walked to the gate and out to the changing room. I'm sure the masseuse had to wonder why her subject came to the massage session so relaxed! No, I never saw her again and we didn't exchange names. It makes me feel good to be able to bring some satisfaction into the life of an average woman when they are willing to allow a mature stranger to take them to another place in the universe.