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Catch Me

By: Angel0405



Looking out the living room window I see you working in the yard. It has been such a wonderfully relaxing day that we've been able to get a lot of projects completed around the house. I've just finished reorganizing a closet in the front hallway and have wrangled up the kids to get them down for their afternoon nap. The house is now blissfully quiet as I stand and stare at you mowing the lawn. My lips curl up in a soft smile as I realize that even just watching you cut the grass can excite me so. My eyes roam all over your sexy body, so appreciative that you have shed your shirt to work and I can admire your bare chest. Your back is to me now and my eyes travel further down to stare at that yummy ass of yours that is looking so very inviting inside of your shorts. Feeling rather playful I make my way outside, being very quiet so that you don't hear me. I sneak around the side of the house and hide in the shade for a moment as you take a break from mowing to spread some fertilizer on a patch of grass you've recently planted. Seeing you standing there gives me what I consider to be a brilliant idea...you may not agree, but I'm willing to take the risk.

I move to the side of the house to turn on the water and slowly walk back to where you are with the garden hose in my hand. Doing my best to be sneaky and not start giggling, I tiptoe towards you very quietly. When I think I'm in just the right position, I grip the handle on the hose giving you a quick burst of cold water and start laughing as you jump in surprise. You spin around quickly to see me standing with the hose in hand and laughing hysterically. Your eyes get big and with a playful grin you warn me, "You are going to pay for that one missy!" With those words you start to run towards me at full speed. I quickly drop the hose and take off running across the yard in the opposite direction knowing full well I don't have a chance of out running you. I hear you taunting me as you start to catch up, telling me you're right behind me and that you're going to get me. Still laughing I try to run faster in hopes of prolonging our chase a little longer. I run a little further around the house only to realize that you are no longer chasing me. Disappointed that you have given up on our little game so quickly I start to walk back around the house only to be faced with you holding the water hose as I turn the corner. 

I stop dead in my tracks and hold my hand out to you, asking you to wait a moment before you do anything rash. Smiling at you I try to explain that I just thought you looked a little warm earlier and needed to cool off after being out in the sun all afternoon. Besides, you weren't wearing a shirt when I squirted you and your shorts didn't even get wet. I continue to explain that if you were to squirt me my shirt would get all wet. Seeing the wicked little grin on your face as your eyes scan my white t-shirt, I immediately realize I am in trouble. It doesn't take you but a second to pull the handle on the water hose and completely soak my white t-shirt making it completely transparent. It is at this moment that you can easily see that I have been wearing a fairly sheer lace bra around the house today as my nipples are completely visible through my drenched shirt. You drop the house and start to chase after me once again. I scream and start to giggle as I turn to run into the house, careful not to slip on the floor with my now wet feet. I make it into the house safely with you hot on my heels. 

Worried about waking the children, I try to distract you by telling you that they are napping peacefully upstairs so we should probably stop this. You smile at me and say, "Oh no little girl, you started this." My eyes widen and I smile at you as I slowly back further into the house with you following me closely. You stare at me intently as your hand reaches out to rub a finger over one of my rock hard tits. I moan softly as I feel you touch my sensitive nipple. I playfully try to push you away, but you grab my hand and pull me close to you for a passionate kiss. Your big hands move to cover my breasts through my wet t-shirt. After a few moments of kissing, I giggle against your lips and pull away from you. I look into your eyes lovingly before I smile and take off running down the hallway. Without wasting a second I hear you race after me, grabbing for me as I run in front of you. I try not to laugh too loud as I feel your playful pinches on my body. I head for the stairs and run up with you close behind me. You grab for me, but I pull away laughing even harder as I go. I hear you taunting me as you chase me, "I'm going to catch you!" 

I slow a bit in the hallway to be quiet and then start to walk fast to our bedroom. You slow down with me but your pace quickens as we approach our bedroom. I open the door to our bedroom and scoot inside, quickly running to the opposite side of our bed. Realizing that I've backed myself into a corner, my heart starts to beat faster. I smile at you standing on the other side of the bed and, with mock warning, tell you to stay where you are. Before I can even finish my sentence, you quickly jump over the bed and try to reach for me. I scream with laughter and try to run around the bed but you are much too fast for me and you grab me around the waist and pull me onto the bed. I pretend to try and squirm away from you but you wrap your arms around me as you take your knees and place them at my sides. Completely at your mercy as you sit on top of me, I try to redeem myself for my earlier antics. I smile sweetly at you and try to talk my way out of my little predicament as I'm quite sure I'm going to pay for the water hose stunt. 

Looking down at me you smile and listen patiently as I try to distract you from whatever you are cooking up in that incredibly delicious mind of yours. While you are looking into my eyes at first, I notice that your stare keeps moving down to my hard, pink nipples pressing through my bra and t-shirt. After a few moments I feel your hands at my sides as you slowly start rubbing my stomach. I moan softly as I usually do when I feel those strong hands on my body. I'm really starting to enjoy this tender treatment when all of the sudden your soft, sexy caresses escalate into full blown tickle torture as you hold me down to the bed and tickle me. My laughter fills our bedroom as I try to wiggle away from you. After a few minutes we are both laughing so hard we are crying and you collapse on top of me, kissing me passionately as you do.

Feeling my wet t-shirt against your bare chest, you pull away from me for a moment. Leaning forward you start to lick and suck on my nipples through my shirt before quickly pulling it off of my body. Your hands move back to my breasts as you cup them in your big, strong hands...squeezing them gently before flicking your tongue against my nipples through my bra. I moan softly, so aroused by the sight of my handsome husband licking my nipples...the sight, the sensation... so erotic. While you're licking my nipples I feel your hand roam down to squeeze my ass, kneading it before you slide your hand down the back of my shorts. You caress my skin softly before moving to unbutton my shorts and slide them, along with my pink cotton panties, off of my body. Moving towards the end of the bed I feel you lift my leg to kiss my toes as you begin to massage my foot. 

Your hands slowly move up my leg, caressing my calf and my thigh. You repeat this loving treatment on my other leg and end with both of your hands on my thighs. You gently rub my inner thighs as you slowly push them apart, opening my pussy to your view. I watch your every move as your hands slowly move between my legs to caress my pussy. I love how you know just how to touch me, just what drives me wild. I close my eyes as I feel your fingers opening my lips and slowly sliding inside of me. Having my eyes closed, I don't see what you are doing and jump in surprise as I feel your tongue on my pussy...probing to touch my clit. I moan your name loudly as I feel you start to suck on my clit while slowly inserting a second finger into my now very wet pussy. I reach down to run my fingers through your hair, holding your face between my legs as I am absolutely loving this erotic attention you are giving me. You get me so excited so fast baby. I can't take it any longer and I tell you I need to have you inside of me, I need you to make love to me Chuck. 

You give my pussy one last lick and reach for my hands to pull me up into a sitting position. You kiss me softly on the lips as you ask me to get on my hands and knees on our bed. I reach out to touch you, rubbing your very hard cock through your shorts as I move in for a passionate kiss. I squeeze you gently as I break the kiss and comply with your request, kneeling down in front of you on our bed. I look over my shoulder to watch as you shed your shorts and smile at you. Giving me a playful spanking, you caress my skin as you guide your cock inside of me. I moan loudly as I feel you enter me from behind, so big and thick baby. You take my hips in your hands as you push further into me going deep inside. We start to rock against each other in perfect sync with each other's bodies. I brace myself against our bed as your thrusts intensify...the sensual sounds of our lovemaking filling the room. I scream as I feel you reach around to rub my clit as you fuck me. Chuck!! I reach down to cover your hand with mine, holding it there against my body. I clench my pussy muscles squeezing your hard cock even tighter inside of me. Your fingers on my clit are driving me wild and I feel an incredible climax building. After several minutes, I feel your grip on my hips intensify as you tell me you are close. I tell you I want to feel you cum inside of me...that I want you to cum with me. Our sighs and moans get louder as we both start to cum, calling each other's names as we orgasm. 

Mmmmmm...we both sigh in satisfaction as we kiss and hold each other close on our bed. Realizing the children will likely be up from their naps soon, we head into our bathroom together for a quick shower. The rest of our afternoon is filled with seductive glances, playful touches and sexy innuendos...knowing that what we have in store for us tonight will be just as incredible!!

Catch Me If You Can



Tira was beautiful. At 5'7", her lean runner's body aroused anyone who saw her. Her hair, long black, raven locks, were almost always free after falling out of her pony tails. Her blue eyes were mischief. She was a golden brown from summers on her parent's boat without a bathing suit. 

Among other things, Tira was a runner. Her schedule was simple. Mornings, a five mile run. Breakfast, a shower, then classes. She got out of school at 2:30, when she immediately went to her coach's gym for running. She wanted to be in the Olympics. She lifted weights for an hour, ran sprints for an hour, ate a snack, then went home and did homework. On weekends, she did all of her work outs in the morning before hanging out with her friends. 

Tira was a tease. She knew she had a nice body and she flaunted it. Short skirts, sports bras under half opened button down shirts. Shoes that were easy to slip off in case she decided to run. 

Her main friends were those on the track teams. The only ones who could understand her. Most of the guys were cute, lean bodies, hard from working out. Tanned from running in the sun. Sometimes Tira fantasized about wrapping her long legs around one of them. She would never act on it, to her if they couldn't catch her, they weren't good enough to have her. That's where the Challenge came from.

Tira was hanging out with the gang one Saturday after track practice. Everyone decided to go to the lake to have some fun and go swimming. When they got there, Tira surprised them all.

"Tira, that suit is dangerous!"

"You're not wearing anything."

"God, you've got big hooters. Where've you been hiding them?"

Her suit was an electric blue. The top barely held her C breasts which swung almost obscenely free after being confined in sports bras for months on end. The thong didn't do anything to cover her tight runner's ass. The front of it barely covered her pussy lips and it was obvious she didn't have any hair anywhere. The material looked like it would rip from her body with the slightest provacation. 

"What's the matter, too hot for you to handle?"

"You know Tira, one of these days you're going to get banged good for dressing like that."

"Hah! If someone can catch me first! I can out run anyone who would try, and if they could catch me I would gladly let them pop my cherry."

"You just issued a challenge."

Tira just laughed and ran to the water's edge, diving into the cool lake water. No one could catch her.

* * * * *

Weeks went by and the guys on the track team planned. Tira had teased them too much for too long to get away with the challenge she issued. It was quickly decided that as individuals no one could catch her, but together, they probably could.

They met at Tony's house. There were five of them. All had known Tira since Junior High and all wanted to have her. She was like a bad itch that could not be scratched. She just slowly drove you insane. 

"Now, if Johnny, you start by challenging her first, then Mark can take her at the lamp post. Eric can help take her down. I'll drive the van, we pile her in and bring her to Eddie's house and nail her hard. We catch her and then have her. Agreed?"

"AGREED!!"

* * * * *

"Hey Tira! Wait up!"

"What is it Johnny? I'm late."

"Quick race. I'll catch you at the lamp post by the library. I win, and you make good on your challenge the other week." 

Tira looked at the lamp post. About a five hundred meters. Johnny was not a long distance runner. 

"Fine, I win, you wear a dress to track tomorrow."

"Deal."

"You are so gonna lose Johnny."

"We'll see."

"Catch me if you can!"

They both took positions and counted down together.

"On your mark, get set, go!"

Both bodies took off like a shot. Johnny was not a long distance runner and quickly fell behind. Tira looked behind for a second to see where he was as she reached the lampost. She laughed when she saw how far behind he was. That is until she walked right into Mark. He quickly grabbed both her wrists in his hand and planted a kiss on her mouth. Startled, Tira didn't react. 

The van pulled up, the door opened and she was inside before she could scream or do anything. A bandana was shoved in her mouth and tied behind her head. Mark still held her wrists. The van held no seats, except for the drivers and passenger up front. Johnny took the passenger seat next to Tony, he was sweating and laughing.

Eric leaned back against the wall of the van and the other guys helped settle her so her back was against his stomach. He then wrapped his legs around her waist, letting the weight of his legs settle on her thighs. It effectively stopped any movement of her legs. Mark took a piece of nylon rope and wrapped it around her wrists, holding them. Eddie used another piece to tie her ankles. 

"Looks like we caught you, Tira. Soon, you can pay up on your challenge."

Tira's eyes widened. Part of her was scared, the other part was excited. She had known these guys for years, run with them, partied with them. She felt herself getting wet and groaned into the gag. Eric shifted himself and she could feel his cock bulging, pushing into her bottom. Without thinking, she wriggled her butt, pushing back.

"Oh God, I don't think she's minding this guys."

"Oh?"

Eric moved his legs and Mark slipped his hand up. Like the tease she was, Tira was wearing a very thin thong. Mark pressed his hand against her crotch and felt the moisture soaking the material.

"Damn, she's soaked."

Tira shook her head, disbelieving that she wanted this so much. Eddie untied her ankles and he and Mark pushed her legs out. Eric starting rubbing her breasts through her sports bra. 

"Damn, her nipples are hard!"

Eddie and Mark both took turns rubbing her through her panties. Tira's hips started bucking of their own accord. God, she wanted more.

"Do you know what I think?" Tony was looking in the rear view mirror as he watched. "I think she's a submissive."

"A what?"

"A submissive. She's so in control all the time, I think she gets off by not having control. By being "forced" to do things she really wants to do."

"What like bondage and stuff?"

"Exactly."

"Do you Tira? Do you like that?" Eric's hand was caressing her cheek lightly. 

Tira shook her head no, even though she knew it was true. She had always wanted to be tied up and taken. Then, she wouldn't be responsible for anything that happened. 

"She's lying."

Tira shut her eyes. Of course I'm lying! Take me! Instead, she just shook her head.

"We're here."

Eddie jumped out and taking the keys from his pocket, went ahead and opened the door. This was his weekend house during school. Back in the woods, away from anything. His parents called it "Refuge." It had no phone besides the cell they brought with them for emergencies. No tv, just a generator for electricity. He immediatly went to the back and started the generator. The others brought Tira in.

She was untied and stripped quickly. She stood before them, completely naked. Goosebumps covered her skin and she was trembling. She was surrounded by them. 

"So who goes first?"

"She has three holes, we can take turns."

None of them could take their eyes off of her as she tried to back away from them. They kept closing in on her, overwhelming her senses. 

"How about age? Youngest to oldest?"

"Nice try Eric, we know you just turned 18." 

"Straws?"

"Lengths, shortest goes first so not to tear her."

The five guys looked at each other, then started stripping. Tira took that moment to try to bolt down the hall way towards the door. She made it out the door and was heading towards the woods. Unfortunately, she didn't know the land and tripped on a tree root. Tony immediately had her up on his shoulder and was walking back to the house.

"Tira, Tira, Tira. Don't you know not to run when you don't know the terrain? You could have seriously sprained your ankle or worse!"

"Let me go Tony! I mean it! You'll be in trouble!" 

The door opened, closed and then locked.

"You know, for someone as athletic as you, you weigh next to nothing."

"Tony please!"

A hand came done on her ass, hard and quick. She gasped out loud and stopped struggling in her surprise. Tony shifted her to Johnny's lap so that she was face down. Tira felt Johnny's cock lodge right between her legs and fought more, trying to get off. A hand on her lower back kept her down. She flailed out with her arms until they were caught by strong hands and held above her head together. Her hair was parted and she saw Mark holding them. 

"No, please."

SMACK!

"Don't struggle"

SMACK!

"Don't talk unless we tell you to."

SMACK! Tira whimpered as the hand hitting her ass got harder and harder. She felt fire spread across both sets of cheeks, one in pain, the other in humiliation. 

SMACK! "You shouldn't have tried to run away." SMACK! "You shouldn't have teased us." THWACK! Something other than a hand landed and she jumped. Tears started streaming down her face and she felt moisture seep out of her pussy. Then, she felt a a hot mouth on her ass and jumped again. She was squirming more as her legs spread and it moved down the backs of her thighs. 

"Please."

SMACK! "I said no talking."

Tira put her head down again and the spanking continued. Mark was kneeling at her head, still holding her hands. She could see his shaft at full attention, a drop of pre-cum clear and inviting on the tip. She licked her lips in anticipation then jumped again with another blow. 

"Oh God, my cock is soaked. She's,like, dripping."

She jumped again when Johnny squirmed and his cock rubbed against her clit. She moaned gently at the feeling of euphoria that was starting to overtake her. 

"Let's move her to the bed."

She felt herself being lifted and squirmed again when she was put on the bed on all fours. She tried to sit up, but again Mark held her hands together and down. This time, they were handcuffed to the headboard. Her backside was lifted up and Johnny wiggled his way up the bed between her legs. He stopped to suckle her breasts, making her moan grind her hips against his stomach. Tira was lifted again and slowly lowered onto Johnny.

"Oh! She's so tight. God, she's a virgin. She's really a virgin."

Tira tried to pull herself off of Johnny when he said that, remembering her cherry. She didn't want to pop it, not yet. Instead, she felt his hands grab her hips while others pushed on her shoulders. She fell down onto him as he thrust up to meet her. A scream started welling in her throat, but was cut off by Johnny's mouth kissing her, ravaging her. 

Hands on her breasts made her hips start to grind again and then another hand gently touched her clit. Tira exploded into euphoria. She cried out as her body spasmed again and again, tightening, threatening to cut Johnny off. Johnny in turn cried out, thrusting wildly into her. 

Mark was at her head, guiding her mouth to his cock. Tira licked the tip, then sucked him. He grabbed her hair and pushed her face further onto him, fucking her sweet, hot mouth for all he was worth. 

Something cold and wet was on her ass then, circling her back door. She stiffened as she felt a cock pushing against her defenses. She couldn't say no as her mouth was full of Mark. He refused to let her go even as she tried to pull away.

"Suck it Bitch. Suck it hard."

She nearly bit as the cock finally slammed into her ass. A voice groaned behind her and she recognized Eddie. The hand touched her clit again, circling it, pressing it. She came on the three cocks, grinding herself against them. Mark slammed himself down her throat and started shooting his load down into her. He pulled out, only to thrust forward again and again. Johnny cried out beneath her, grabbing her hips and pushing himself deeper into her as he released himself into her tight, wet ecstasy hole. Then, Eddie joined in, shuddering to a climax that filled her canal completely. 

Eddie pulled out and she was rolled onto her side, cum seeping out of her three holes. Her hands were still tied above her head, pulling at her wrists and shoulders. They were uncuffed for a minute as she was rolled completely onto her back, then recuffed. Eric sat on her chest, his eyes full of promise as he lifted himself up.

"Open your mouth Tira. I'm going to fuck your face."

She licked her lips, then reached forward and licked his cock tip. She watched in fascination as it jumped. Eric's head went back and his eyes closed as she sucked just the tip into her mouth, letting her teeth gently scrape. Then, she sucked as much as she could in, swirling her tongue around it. 

She felt someone between her legs and figured it was Tony. Tira saw the hand on Eric's shoulder and saw the fingers tapping gently. When the index finger landed a fifth time, both slammed forward. Eric filled her mouth and went down into her throat. Tony slammed tightly into her pussy at an angle, hitting her g-spot exactly. 

She screamed her pleasure against Eric's cock and felt it twitch in her mouth. The two cocks were completely in sync as they drove into her, matching thrusts. Tira tried to moan her pleasure. She moved her body, asking for more and receiving it. The hand pressed against her clit again and she bucked, screaming in pleasure against Eric's cock. Tears of absolute pleasure rolled down her cheeks. 

Suddenly, both stopped moving, their cocks deep inside her. She felt the twitch and was rewarded by hot cum pouring into her. The pressure on her clit intensified and she was cumming again. 

It was over too soon and her handcuffs were being released. She dropped her hands, too tired to move them anywhere. Hands continued to caress her. Tony was the first to break the silence.

"Well, Tira, do you think you'll be teasing us anymore?"

She didn't bother to open her eyes as she nodded.

"Every chance I get." Her smile was devious and a little pouty. "Catch me if you can...Master."



Catch Me If You Can



"Just don't fucking lose it!"

I left the room with Bill's admonition ringing in my ears. The recumbent bicycle I was carrying was worth a fortune, not that many would recognise that fact. Just as well really or I would probably have been mugged within seconds of stepping outside onto the London Streets.

It was made using the new nano-technology. It weighed less than a quarter of anything else I had ridden yet the lateral stiffness made all those bikes seem cheap and nasty, yes even the ones supplied by the sponsors during my racing days fifteen years earlier.

I had given up le Tour and all the other races after my team manager ordered me to take some steroid injections. "Why else do you think that you have been a second rate competitor since you went pro? You've got what it takes in the dedication and physique department but without the jabs you will never be a winner."

I walked out that day. I wrote up what had happened and sent it to one of the cycling magazines but it never got printed. Back then, just too many people were in on the badly kept secret of performance enhancing drugs. What was worse, it got written up that the reason I got sacked from the team was that I had been taking the drugs.

Three years and a lot of legal time later an apology was written in that same magazine. I got a shit load of money but there was a condition that I didn't speak to the press about it. 

Since then I had kept myself pretty fit, had taken part in a few world speed record attempts for human powered vehicles. I would have had one as well except that it was disallowed because the wind speed was too high in one direction. 

So I had this machine for a month to play with. One thing that money meant was that had I been so inclined I could have given up work completely. Bill's gift tempted me into taking a break. My training regime went up from about fifteen hours a week to thirty or more, hell I was doing more time on the bike than my whole routine was before.

When | have done cycle touring I have always travelled light. There was a space in the rear faring on the recumbent that could take all I needed and after a week of riding round home I set off for a spot in the Lake District where I knew it would be quiet but there were a few hills that would really test me.

I was the only guest at the youth hostel when I arrived though I knew that would change at the weekend. I set my stuff out on the bed and then went on a quick fifteen mile ride to go get something to eat. 

Being just a little paranoid I parked the bike where I could see it as well as using the lock Bill had given me, "If anyone nicks it with this on they have either cut or nicked whatever you fastened it to as well." The lock was also built using nano-tube technology and I certainly failed when I tried using some hefty bolt croppers on it to test what I had been told.

Back down the hill I clocked up over fifty miles an hour and it handled like a dream but even so I was on edge. All it would take to kill me would be some idiot pulling out without looking. I climbed into bed but didn't sleep for over an hour with all the adrenaline buzzing through my veins.

Day two saw me going north from the hostel which I had made my base and after fifty miles of fairly gentle downhill after an initial sharp climb I was ready to eat again. Eat and refill my water supply. 

I ate a good lunch, resisting the temptation to sample the real ales on offer. That could wait till some time when I wasn't testing a product that could make Bill and the rest of his team multi-millionaires. I had to eat well -- food is a cyclist's fuel. Crap petrol in a high performance engine will ruin it. The same is true of an athlete's body and I guess that is why I have always been so anti-drugs. 

Too many people have had heart attacks or strokes from them. Whatever those pushing them say, they just aren't safe. Anyone who takes anabolics or even the newer EPO which is around now gambling short term performance against their health or even life.

So after time for my lunch to go down and a promise to the landlord to return to sample the selection of real ales he served it was time to cycle back. 

The long slow climbs are the ones cyclists on the tour and other races hate. Especially when there are lots of false summits that fool you into thinking you are about to go over the top only to see a further long climb ahead. On this bike I wasn't bothered. There was no one to race against and the lightness and efficiency of the machine I was riding made it comparatively easy work.

Or it was until she passed me. I didn't get that good a look at her body but she had a smile that said, "Catch me if you can." 

Now I know anyone reading this will be thinking that my sex hormones took over at once but that really isn't what happened. No, I was back on the tour, all those years earlier. The only time I won a stage. If anyone had passed me on any sort of bike, even one of those electric assisted ones I would have been compelled to go for it.

She was good! She had been doing a good five or six miles an hour more than me when I awoke from peddling by rote. I dropped a gear and set about trying to catch her. If I had been a bit more awake I don't think she would have got past. As it was she had a good hundred yards of a lead. 

After a few seconds I thought I was gaining but only slowly. She had looked back and seen that I was going for it and was up for giving me a race. This was what Bill needed I thought, a bike test didn't mean anything till it was tested in competition. Well he was going to get one.

Ten miles on and I had halved the distance between us. The sweat was pouring off me in the late afternoon heat and I hoped it was off her too! I drank some more water from the tube going back to the plastic tank behind me.

Another twenty five miles and almost at the top of the hill I was right behind her ass. And a very nice ass it was too! My girlfriend had left me believing me guilty of taking the drugs and the intervening years had with the odd exception been pretty lean. 

Now my hormones did kick in! My speed on the bike clock went up to almost thirty. On an ordinary bike that would have been hard work on the flat, not that this wasn't hard work. My gluteus maximi if that is the correct plural were putting there all into it as were my quads. 

We were just cresting the top as I pulled level and started to go up through the gears to build up my speed going downhill. It wasn't long before my peddling couldn't keep up with my speed. I would need to talk to Bill about that. I knew I was pushing it going round the bends but I still think I could have gone a bit faster. Though the recumbent is scary at first because you are so close to the ground the lower centre of gravity means it can corner faster than an ordinary bicycle. 

On that hairy two mile descent I picked up almost twenty seconds on her. As I coasted into the driveway to the hostel I lifted both hands in the air, Tour style before almost leaving my braking too late. I skidded to a stop and watched her come in second. 

She looked at me and then at the machine I had been riding. She didn't need to speak the question. I nodded and with one hand she tested it's weight, and swore. 

"you bastard! Where the fuck did you get this and where can I get one."

It was only then that I recognised her, Yvonne, probably Britain's best hope for a women's medal in the forthcoming Olympics in China. Seeing the look of lust in her face I knew I had to let her down gently. "You can't yet. This is a one off prototype that I am testing. I reckon it is worth more than everything I own put together. I doubt if they could build you one in time for the Olympics even if they had the money for it. After today though I think my report will get them the financial backing they need to start full production.

Yvonne was almost crying. "Damn you!" She said, "Why did you have to be going up that hill just then to interrupt my training?"

"So that I could get a feel of what this was like in a real race." I replied. "I could have written anything I liked about my time playing with it but an account of today will really bring in the backers." After a short pause I added, "Anyway, this thing is so light it wouldn't be legal in a road race."

It was true, I wasn't sure then but I checked it later.

I put my arms around her and felt her hard toned body soften a little. Even so I was aware of how hard her abdominal muscles were. When a cyclist gets out of the saddle on a climb upper body strength is important. Too many would be top cyclists neglect their upper body training in favour of the legs. Yvonne clearly didn't though I still don't know whether that was purely from her own choice or because she had a good coach. 

We picked up our respective steeds. Yvonne was riding her best race bike and like me wasn't going to take any chances. Hell she even put a motion sensor alarm on it as well as locking it to her bed.

I knew that in an equal race even with the advantage of male strength I could never have won. The ten year age gap between us meant I was at least five years past successful competition even had I stayed in the game. Yvonne knew it too and knew that I knew. As we cooled down there was a mutual respect between us and ignoring the fact that my body desperately wanted to fuck hers. I asked if she wanted first or second shower. 

I had always liked women with muscles, even though most would have described her massive calf muscles and six pack as unfeminine, she turned me on. There was no way I was going to resist the temptation to use my right hand to relieve myself once in there. 

Yvonne smiled, "There are two showers there."

"Maybe. But I am not sure I can be responsible for anything that happens if we both go in at the same time."

Yvonne finished rummaging in her bag and extracted a towel. She then, quite deliberately started to undress in front of me. Not that that took long. - Shirt, (her small breasts had no need for a bra.) shoes, socks and lycra shorts and that was it. "Don't worry, I will take full responsibility."

She had the typical cyclist's tan, One side of the arms brown the other almost white, lower legs, again almost white and then above the knees to where the shorts reach dark brown and then white again. Her short compact body had already made me start to leak. 

I followed her example and then followed her perfect body into the shower.

"Do you want to wash my hair?"

Did I want to wash her hair? I wanted to wash every last square inch of her body and that was just for starters! And soon that was just what I was doing. After the hair my hands moved to her shoulders. My fingers worked their way into those tight muscles. I remembered from my days racing what my shoulders were like at the end of the day. 

Yvonne was almost purring with contentment. Her tight ass was pushing into my balls and my erect penis, still leaking pre-cum was sandwiched between my own taught belly and her back.

My hands came forward and a little lower as I covered those firm tits with soap. My fingers traced their way around her areolae and I felt how hard her nipples were. I may have got a bit carried away at that point because it was some while later I her her ask, "What about the rest of my body?"

Being a gentleman I apologised and set about making good my negligence. It was not too much longer till my hands were soaping up her short pubic hair. My guess is it was about a week since she had last shaved it. Even over the scent of her shower gel I could smell her arousal.

A few years earlier I would have been fucking her before this point. Now I wanted to make this experience last as long as I could. After lightly running my fingers around the edge of her cunt I then washed her back and spent a not inconsiderable amount of time on those tight ass muscles. 

I moved to her feet and made my way up her calves and only after I had given her thighs adequate attention did I return to her waiting pussy. After gently exploring the slipperiness of the inside of her outer lips I sat down on the floor of the shower to taste her. I pushed my tongue as deep as I could manage before tracing my way over every last spot of her sex, flicking her clit from time to time. 

It was only when she grabbed my head with her hands that I took that hard nub between my lips and started to really work on it. At the same time I pushed two fingers into her and slowly built up a rhythm to match that of my mouth and tongue. I knew when I found her G-spot because her hands on the back of my head became a vice like grip and her incoherent cries reached a crescendo. Suddenly my fingers were squeezed tight in the waves of her orgasm.

At this point even though my own release was yet to cum (pardon the pun) I felt far more satisfied than had I wanked off thinking about Yvonne's body. I needn't have worried. "Your turn next." she smiled. 

I don't remember in what order her hands explored my body, suffice it to say they did and throughout that exploration I was on the point of shooting off jets of hot thick sperm. Finally I felt the warmth of her lips engulfing my cock. Unfortunately that was the point when the hot water ran out. I felt her teeth near my base as she reacted to the shock. Yvonne's apology was almost inaudible through her giggles as she turned off the shower.

Once again inside her mouth I felt her lips gliding up and down my length and the different sensations of her lips around my glans at one extreme and of touching the back of her throat at the other. Despite the shock of the cold water I was not going to last long and a few minutes later I felt myself start to twitch. 

Before I could warn Yvonne and ask if she wanted me to pull out she was already swallowing. Eight or nine strong spurts later and then she was licking and sucking to clean away the slow leaking that followed. Each time her tongue touched my snake's eye I would twitch again.

Yvonne stood up and I held her tight against me. She giggled again before speaking, "Sorry to complain but despite your generous offerings I am still hungry. Shall we cook?"

Still laughing we finished drying off and dressed. The cooking facilities were if basic at least of good quality and soon two steaks were sizzling away along with onions while new potatoes from the same farm as the onions were boiling alongside them. While we were waiting we each ate a couple of large slices of fresh bread coated in butter. A fifty odd mile race followed by a steamy session in the shower had left us with an appetite that would have had many accusing us of greed.

At some point during the meal I cracked open a bottle of oak aged Merlot and toasted Yvonne's success at the forthcoming Olympics. After we had clinked glasses she looked at me, curiosity in her eyes.

"I don't even know your name. Who are you? What's your connection with racing."

Slowly Yvonne learned the full story. I had guessed she wasn't a doper, partly because she just didn't look like one. - Remember what the Russian gymnasts of the eighties looked like? Mind you I didn't and still don't really know if it is that obvious with more modern drugs. The real reason was I just couldn't believe that the beauty who had just shared her body with me was on drugs.

Yvonne actually cried hearing about my exit from the sport I loved. Somehow that brought us closer than the sex had. I determined that even if it were impossible for her to get a nano-tube bike this time round, she would get one for the women's tour next year.

So after learning that Yvonne had dropped her stuff of at the hostel by taxi, her racing bike being no use for carrying gear we prepared for bed.

We were the only ones at the hostel so there was no problem putting two mattresses on the floor. We then slept. We could have fucked then but, no we slept though the last thing I remember before dropping off was a raging hard on which Yvonne kept trapped between our naked bodies.

I guess it went down at some point in the night but I was still rock hard when I woke up. Yvonne was lying on my arm and that hand was only a very small movement from carressing her right tit. The other rested against her flat stomach.

I made the adjustment and was soon rewarded by a moan and the feel of her nipple hardening. My left hand headed South till my fingers were running through her short, fine pubic hair. One of Yvonne's own hands grasped my wrist and pulled it down a little further till my fingers could once more explore her sex.

My idea had been to go slow but perhaps Yvonne had been dreaming about sex, whatever the reason she was more than ready for action. Within seconds I could feel her juices coating my fingers. After freeing my trapped arm I turned her onto her back and folded her legs back so her ankles were by her ears. I kissed along the back of each leg in turn until I reached her ready and waiting vagina. 

Yvonne certainly didn't want the gentle approach I had taken in the shower. My cock between her lips working their magic and her hips pressing her juicy centre into my face, it was only minutes till she cried, "Fuck me Mark!"

Never had that action felt so right. I slid into her with an ease that belied the tightness I felt. Her thighs pushing against my body felt so erotic. Again and again I entered her, sometimes only going in a fraction and others pushing till our pubic bones collided. I felt and saw Yvonne reach between our bodies and her legs for her clitoris. A minute or so later I felt her muscles clamp tight around my cock. So tight it was almost painful. I couldn't make out the words as she came but she was so loud I was almost deafened. I speeded up with my thrusts into her still spasming pussy.

I felt a growl escape from my lips. Where had that come from? I didn't do noise during sex? A second later I was emptying a load that would have made me question our session in the shower had I not got it fixed so firmly in my mind. What wasn't coming out on it's own, Yvonne milked from me.

Surprisingly I stayed hard. Yvonne also wasn't finished and after pushing me over on my back she lowered herself onto me, sitting so that I was able to watch her vagina, still dripping with our combined juices raising and lowering on my prick. My hands reached and found her breasts and at the same time Yvonne's hand again found her clitoris. 

Her powerful cyclist's leg muscles raised and lowered her pussy around my hard cock. With our love juice coating our organs it was as if my penis were bathed in hot oil. I started to thrust up against Yvonne's downward motions. At the same time I moved my hands to her butt cheeks and I massaged them while pulling them apart each time our pubic bones met.

As Yvonne speeded up, the sweat was pouring from us both. I thanked God I had kept myself fit, or I would have if my whole attention wasn't taken up by what we were doing! Suddenly, Yvonne's breathing became much faster and she came so hard it was almost painful the way her cunt gripped me. It was so tight I couldn't move inside her but then I didn't need to. My own pulsating orgasm was bringing me the release I was so desperate for.

It was only as we showered again, a gentle, tender washing of each other's bodies this time rather than sexual that I wondered why Yvonne was staying at the hostel to train. 

I didn't realise that I had spoken the question out loud till she answered, "He tried to rape me, along with two of his mates. It was in the kitchen of one of my team mate's houses. Last time I saw him he was unconscious after I hit him with a cast iron frying pan. One of his mates had a broken leg and the other one legged it. They didn't reckon on me being a third dan black belt at Shotokan Karate. Anyway I ditched him as my coach before calling the police, though I doubt if he heard me."




Catch Me If You Can



Yvonne added the last bit with a wry smile before collapsing into my arms. I held her for a while until she asked me, "Will you be my new coach?"

Well there could only be one answer to that question. Here was a way back into the sport that had so cruelly spat me out all those years ago. We made our way into the village, a leisurely ride this time rather than a race and while waiting for our lunch I phoned Bill.

I had to work at it but not too hard. After about ten minutes he agreed that Yvonne could have the nano-tube wheels which fortunately were the standard 700 centimetre size. He would also see if they could get any other parts for Yvonne. Having a world class rider using the wheels could make all the difference in getting the funding for a larger production run.

And Yvonne and I. Well suffice it to say we added some extra exercises to her regular training schedule.



Catch Me If You Can



It began as these things often do. 

She blew in from the street, her coat held around her in an attempt to combat the chill in the outside air. Her hair was windblown and tousled as she slipped into the seat next to him and tossed a crumpled piece of paper holding directions unceremoniously onto the table in front of her. 

They went on about mundane things like the weather, the wind, the season. She scooted her car keys back and forth across the shiny table with her equally shiny manicured nails. She ordered coffee. He ordered a beer. She made hers Irish with something out of her purse, and for a few moments they nursed their drinks in silence and contemplated each other.

In a way you could say the two of them matched each other, at least in the contrast of light and dark. Each had long angled fingers that moved just a little too much when they talked, whether to touch a spoon, fiddle with a sugar packet, or something equally idle. They each had almond-shaped eyes. They both wore black. They both liked the retro quality of the restaurant with its polished wooden banisters, cracked leather seats and worn tile floors. She particularly found comfort in the sizzle of food being prepared on the grills somewhere behind them, the nondescript scent of "warm" that permeated the air from years of preparation and serving within these walls. It took the chill out from the air outside and created an intimate atmosphere, even with the silhouette of skyscrapers looming somewhere beyond the double glass doors leading outside.

It began as these things often do. 

They sat shoulder to shoulder and occasionally a knee would brush against knee, or ankle against ankle, toe against toe. The seat was formed in a semi-circle, hugged the equally circular table in the corner so they sat close, and said little.

They ordered food and she pushed her egg rolls around her plate, nibbling occasionally, sprinkling soy sauce, all idle gestures that meant little. They talked of work and politics. He mentioned a bar on the other side of the city. She commented that she'd never been there. He noted that the deep red paint on her lips didn't come off on the edge of her coffee cup, didn't smudge on her napkin. Everything was carefully precise about her makeup, while her hair remained wild, the collar on her shirt slightly askew. She offered a smile, dark lashes lowering over dark eyes.

Conversation lapsed again.

Finally, teeth chewing against her bottom lip in thought while she did it, she slid her hand across the cracked deep red of the seat until it came to rest lightly on his knee. He was suddenly tense against her shoulder, but his hand came to rest atop hers. His breathing had become utterly silent, he held himself carefully, as though it were the barrel of a gun pressed against his knee instead of her fingernails.

She found it endearing and a smile passed over her features again, hidden behind the fall of her hair and she glanced toward the glass doors, at the beginning twinkle of lights as the day grew darker and threatened to disappear. Her fingertips memorized the texture of the black denim beneath them, traced the alphabet over his knee with the slightest of tremors, the warmth of his hand shifting over hers as she did.

She trailed her nails lightly up his thigh and did not dare a glance at him as she did. He felt the muscles in his back tense in reaction to the attention. When she covered his hand with hers he looked at her. Her head was leaned back against the seat, her darkly shadowed eyes closed. When she drew his hand to her leg he let her, barely daring to breathe. She held her breath and kept her eyes closed, fighting every instinct and impulse she had to open them and look to see if he was looking at her, to see what his expression might be as she slid his hand up her thigh, under the black business skirt, slid his fingers further still to silently show him that there was nothing else. 

It began as these things often do.

He moved his fingers up and watched her face as he did. She was both unabashed and perfectly composed as she leaned there, her hair a frame for the portrait of her face, one hand lying composedly over the coat she had neatly folded on her lap. Passing customers may give her an odd glance, wondering if she were asleep or not feeling well, but that was all. He watched her face as his thumb rubbed against the silky hem of her skirt while his fingertips played against her lips, moved between them deftly and dipped into her moist heat. He watched as her teeth bit her bottom lip when he did, and he smiled to himself. Quietly and with the barest of movements he searched out the jewel of her pleasures, her secret, and it was then her eyes opened just enough to stare at him, the tip of her tongue appearing against her dark lips for just a moment before her teeth bit down once again as her thighs trembled around his wrist.

She moved ever-so-slightly and leaned her head against his shoulder, her lips close to his ear. She did not give voice to anything, but the varying tone of her breath was all he needed as it pulsed against his throat and his fingers moved. He played her like an instrument, her breaths the chords his fingers strummed from her. When he carefully dipped lower, a small sound escaped her throat, a tiny mewling sound that echoed intimately in his ear and he felt her lips brush lightly against his flesh as she moved and hooked her knee over his. 

Please. There was no voice, merely the push of her breath that formed the word as he drove his fingers home, felt them engulfed in the warmth and the wet, the fire and the ice that rested inside of her. Her nails trailed lightly over his chest, pulled absently at the buttons of his shirt with no intention of undoing them. He felt the press of her breasts against his side, the fall of her hair over his shoulder as she dipped her head, rubbed her cheek against his shoulder and bit her lip as she tried not to cry out. A woman paying for her take-out passed a curious glance their way, took her change, and headed for the exit without looking again.

She threw her head back and he gazed down at her heavy-lidded eyes, the color that had crept into her pale cheeks under his attentions. Her lips were parted and they trembled as she held his gaze. Her thighs quaked around him as he strummed her deepest chord, and then her eyes widened with the shock and surprise of the sensation that suddenly flowed over her as the universe's edge crept up and threw her over by surprise. She bit her lip against crying out as her muscles clenched around his fingers, held him prisoner in her throes of pleasure, her lean fingers twirling in the sleeve of his shirt, drawing the fabric taut as she shook her head slowly from side to side in her release.

He took his time in pulling himself from her and she took his hand in hers. He watched as her pink tongue cleansed herself from his fingers, dark eyes watching him all the while. The invitation was there, unspoken, the silent request for more, if he was willing to hunt her and take it.

It began as these things often do.

They gathered their things; she paid for their food while balancing her coat and juggling her car keys, the muscles in her legs jumping as they struggled to hold her upright in her shiny black heels. She moved for the glass exit and waited outside for him, leaning against the faded brick of the building. She rummaged through her purse and pulled out her cigarette case, her mind reeling as she pulled one out and hunted out a lighter for it. 

He appeared on the street beside her and came to stand in front of her, taking her cigarette and inhaling deeply before handing it to her, the world in his eyes as he watched her.

She moved forward and brought her hand to his face, tracing the contours of his cheek, the line of his jaw as she gazed into his eyes, her heart stuck in her throat.

It began as these things often do.

She leaned forward slowly, carefully, as though sudden action would spook him. She breathed in the scent of him as she paused inches from his lips, eyes roaming over his face, lingering on his mouth. Her breath beat out a staccato rhythm against his mouth that matched the beating of her heart. What they'd done before earlier had been easy. This was the hard part, the terrifying part. And slowly, neither knowing which had done it, the distance between them closed. Their mouths collided softly and her lips parted beneath his eagerly, offered herself to him. She tasted of coffee and cinnamon and her tongue wound his with serpentine certainty, her mouth sucking him in deeper. Her hands trailed up and down his sides as she offered herself to him, as she possessed his mouth with her own as though she were drowning and he the last air she would breathe.

His hands moved to her hair, fingers entangling themselves as the wind blew around them both. She met his gaze while they kissed and then allowed her eyes to flutter closed. When they parted ever-so-slightly her teeth nipped at him, teased at him, her tongue licking a deft line against his bottom lip before she reluctantly drew herself away from him.

It began as these things often do.

She backed away with a smile on her lips, her heels clicking against the sidewalk, her hips swaying. She reached for her car keys, watching him all the while. The game had begun, the gamble of hearts and heat, of passion and soul. She paused and sent her whispered challenge, her whispered request, her prayer on the wind to reach his ears as she pulled open the driver's side door.

"Catch me if you can..."



Catch Me If You Can



My first Literotica submission! Comments are welcomed, but please go easy -- this is the first erotica I've managed to complete, and been pleased with the result. I'm hoping you share in the same pleasure.

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He sighed, the laptop screen blurring in his vision. He was just too tired for this. Too tired, too bored, too apathetic. Sitting in a library, surrounded by piles of class-relevant books, was not his first choice of a time consuming activity. There was a reason the word 'studying' was primarily composed of 'dying', he thought, stretching in his seat. Today was a particularly draining day; the class was necessary but boring, and the work pompous and heavy going. He rubbed his eyes gently, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment. Sighing again, he bent forward to his keyboard, idly typing another few words.

He needed a break. Maybe checking his emails would help to clear his head, give him something different to focus on. But even then, there was nothing interesting in his inbox at first glance. He idly deleted some junk mail and was about to close the window when he realized that there was a new message flashing, sent only a few minutes ago, from his "flirtationship" friend.

They had met at university at the start of the last semester and become good friends. As both were single and found one another attractive (but were not interested in a relationship), they often enjoyed teasing one another via emails and texts. Their conversations had initially been relatively innocent, but had soon developed in to discussing sexual fantasies, histories, positions, outfits, and turning one another on. She had become the subject of numerous fantasies late at night, as he stroked himself to orgasm, especially after she had teasingly assured him that she did the same with him. On one particularly memorable night they had hung out together, bitter at the state of their lives at the time, and become drunk beyond belief. Their conversation had inevitably led to sexy fantasies and stories, which turned them both on immensely, and they had ended up in bed together. The next morning, hungover, the situation was awkward for a moment - but they had both agreed that it had been just what they needed, and damn fun at that. With a wink she had mentioned doing it again sometime, but since then it hadn't happened. Just the tease of the possibility.

The mental image of her bouncing on top of him was still a favorite of his though; the way she arched her back, the swing of her breasts, the moans that slipped from her lips as she rode him hard...

The message subject read "Your Eyes Only". Presuming it was another leading comment, maybe a fantasy that was meant to evolve into a dirty conversation, he decided to read it immediately to satisfy his curiosity and reply to it later. As a reward for studying, he could get into the spirit of it without feeling guilty for getting so distracted.

He wasn't expecting a photo.

A photo of her, leaning provocatively against a library shelf.

A photo of her wearing black heels, white thigh-high stockings, a short -- his breath couldn't help but catch -- a very short plaid skirt and a tight white blouse. The perfect not-so-innocent schoolgirl. The fantasy he had told her, that she had been teasing him with, only a few days before.

For a minute he couldn't do anything but stare, feeling his blood rush south. Images of her in the outfit, pressed up against the library shelves, came immediately to the front of his mind. How good she would look, how good she would feel as he pressed her to the dusty shelves...

He came back to himself with a start as someone a few aisles away dropped a book. Shit, he was in a public place, he couldn't be seen staring at...this. As stunning as it was. As he closed the window hurriedly, trying to calm down, he caught sight of the words above the picture.

Catch me if you can.

All thoughts of study forgotten he could only stare blankly at the essay he had been working on. What did she mean? Catch her? Where did she take that...

No, surely not.

It was dirty, it was risky, it was adventurous... it was very her.

Quickly, with a furtive glace around to check he was alone, he brought up the image again. This time, attempting (and partly failing) to ignore her body, he forced himself to focus on the shelves. The camera had been framed so the end of the shelves was visible -- and along with it, the section number.

It was the floor above. She was on the floor above. She was wearing that on the...

In a flash his laptop was packed away, his notes shoved into an inside pocket of his bag. The books he had been using were still strewn on the table, left to be someone else's problem.

He swung his bag slightly in front of him as he walked, trying to hide the slightly perceptible bulge in the front of his jeans. He had to get up there quickly, so he abandoned the idea of using the lift and bolted up the (thankfully) abandoned stairs.

The idea of ravishing her in the shadowy bookshelves -- while she was dressed as a schoolgirl -- made him all the more turned on. Trying to walk normally with a growing erection was difficult, but he didn't want to arouse suspicion from anyone else in the library. He resolved to cross the floor of the library as calmly as he could, weaving between the shelves, to where the photo had been taken. Where she was waiting. Where he could get her back for the teasing, make her quiver under his touch, feel her against him...he could barely keep himself from sprinting to the shelves.

His breath was quickening as he made the last turn, and found himself face with -- an empty aisle. He double-checked the classification sign on the end of the bookshelf, he was definitely in the right place. But she wasn't here. Disappointment and annoyance descended onto him heavily.

Damn her. He'd fallen for it. She wasn't here, probably hadn't been here today at all. The photo could have been taken at any time, just sent today. He knocked his fist in annoyance against a shelf of books. Fuck it. Here he was, completely horny, incredibly distracted, and very riled up with nothing to compensate him.

A shrill beeping jerked him out of his thoughts. His phone had a message.

Did you find your present? Do you like it?

His present?! She wasn't here! Was she just trying to rub salt in the wound, make him feel more idiotic? He was partway through a spiteful reply when another thought crossed his mind. He knew her pretty well. She could have just sent him the image -- without the message to catch her it would have just been a (very) sexy image. But no, she wanted him to come here. If there was one thing she wasn't, it was mean-spirited. She knew how riled up the image would get him, that he'd jump and come here straight away, she wouldn't leave him blue-balled and laugh in his face -- she enjoyed their dirty-minded friendship as much as he did, and as much as she teased him, she wasn't going to destroy it.

So... his present. Quickly checking to make sure he was alone, he cast a glance over the shelves either side of him, approximately where she had been leaning in the picture. There didn't seem to be anything out of place, except for a book lying on a space on the shelf, clearly out of order. He reached tentatively towards it, carefully lifting the cover with a fingertip.

Inside, careful placed, was a red lace g-string.

He snatched it from the book, afraid someone would see it, but he was still alone among the shelves. He inspected his 'present' eagerly. It was nearly insubstantial, the material was so thin. It was still damp, her scent rising from it, making his erection throb in his pants.

Still holding her g-string, still smelling her, he hurriedly sent a response to her earlier message. Oh my. I like it very much.

He stood in the shadows, rubbing the thin material through his fingers of one hand, his other hand rubbing himself through the rough material of his jeans. He decided to leave immediately. Try and get home with his present, try to keep himself under control, until he was in the privacy of his bedroom and could fully let himself go.

As he made to move, his phone beeped again. A reply.

Another photo appeared on his screen. She was posed against a bank of lockers, smiling seductively, one hand pulling up her skirt to show him her leg right up to her bare hip. The message was obvious -- you've got my underwear. He sighed quietly appreciation and allowed himself a moment, rubbing himself while he drank in her image.

Exercising extreme force of will, he stopped staring at her and thinking about all she was implying, and looked at her surroundings. The main grouping of lockers was under the library, and the hand posed near her head was actually, on second look, pointing to a specific number -- 42. So she wanted him to go to a specific locker, did she now? He scrolled down to the message attached to the image. It was three numbers -- a combination.

Trying to hide the bulge and banish fantastical thoughts of what might be waiting for him in the locker, he quickly made his way from the floor he was on to the locker bay beneath. Even though he knew she wouldn't be waiting, he couldn't help but entertain the notion that she might be, and couldn't stop the flash of disappointment when, sure enough, locker 42 was without a female beside it.

His hands were shaking in excitement as he unlocked the door with the combination she had given him. He checked to make sure he was alone before easing the door open, not wanting anyone else to see what was waiting inside just for him. Sure enough, on it's own and lying carefully placed within the compartment was a red, lacy bra. A match to the g-string that was currently in his pocket.

He reached out and caressed the lace between his fingers. She was walking around campus without any underwear. While the logical side of him suspected she also had a long coat or something similar to assist her moving around the university without notice, the smaller brain between his legs relished the mental image of her walking around with only a plaid skirt and a tight white blouse covering her nudity... He moaned to himself and readjusted his sensitive groin.

He gently removed the bra from its prison and closed it, leaning against the lockers as he rubbed the lace gently as thoughts ran through his mind. This tease was intense and well planned. How long would it continue? Where was she now? What was he going to do when he saw her...

...where was next?

She had to know he was here to send the next location, but he was too eager to follow the next clue that he didn't want to wait for her. His desire was growing, his mind continuously dreaming of all the things he would do to her. He needed to get to the next place now, and keep going until he found her. Then finally he could release all the pent-up energy that was building.

He sent her a text. I seem to have a matching set of yours in my possession.

He paced slightly, the bra now hidden in his bag, waiting for the reply. His imagination was in overdrive, trying to guess where the next image would be, how she would be posed, what she would leave behind for him to find...how long it would be until he found her rather than just her clothing.

He didn't need to wait long for a reply.

The image showed her sitting, leaning forward towards the camera. Her bare breasts peeked out between the material of her open blouse, one stiffened nipple visible. The skirt was pulled right up, but the angle of her legs hid what was between them. It was another mind-blowing image.

His erection was getting uncomfortable now, and he could feel his blood boiling. She knew just how to push his buttons, and he'd bet anything that she was enjoying the thought of him getting so excited over her pictures. And when he found her, he was going to make her pay for every minute of his torture. He'd make her pay again and again until she begged for his cum.

The mere thought threatened to make him loose his head. He had to keep in control until he found her, otherwise half the fun would be gone. In the image she was sitting in what looked like a corner, in the last of a row of identical seats. A lecture hall? No, it didn't look like one; the seats were dark red and cushioned, the wooden wall beside her far too classy for a lecture hall. It had to be the auditorium.

Walking from the locker bank to the auditorium, which was over the other side of campus, was more difficult than he wanted to admit. He couldn't get the images of her out of his head, and the tightness in his jeans meant constant irritation. Even though he strategically angled his bag to cover his groin as he walked, he couldn't help his odd breathing patterns or impatiently twitching his neck. Other students must have thought he was high or paranoid -- if only they knew the truth...

The auditorium was, predictably, deserted. His present was visible from the back entrance he came though -- a smudge of white in the corner where she had been posing. Sure enough, it was her white blouse, draped over the back of the chair she had been behind. He could smell her perfume on it.

His desire was threatening to take him over. It was so tempting to run to a nearby bathroom and stroke himself to ecstasy thinking about her -- but he was sure that seeing this through to the end was going to be far more fun. He slipped the blouse into his bag and pulled out his phone.

I think you're breaking the uniform rules.

He didn't want to give her an indication of how turned on he was. Let her try and guess, make his responses fairly neutral and then let her see the real level of his arousal for herself. When he found her.

He sat in the same chair she had been in, and could help noticing a tiny stain. There was no way of knowing if it truly was from her arousal, but entertained the notion for a few pleasant minutes. He was sure it was a possibility -- the seductive images, especially when she was slowly losing clothing and in locations where she could be caught, would be a huge turn on for her. She'd mentioned something similar to him once.

The familiar beep of his phone made him bite his lip in apprehension. This time, she was lying on a mat, in front of a wall-sized mirror. Her bare breasts were unashamedly on display, her skirt open and covering nothing. One hand was between her legs, the fingers teasing her clit, as she grinned at him from the image.

He sighed to himself in both irritation and arousal. These pictures were doing nothing to help his stamina. And they were getting better (or was it worse?) each time. He tore his eyes away from the fingers dancing on her clit. The only place on campus that had mirrors like that had to be the gym, in the big studio that was mostly used for dance and yoga.

Over the other side of campus, again.

Oh, she was going to pay for the effort and self-restraint he had exhibited to play along with this little game. And he knew she'd love paying for it as much as he'd enjoy giving it. Each time he stepped on his cross-campus journey, his stiffness rubbed more against his jeans. Oh yes, she was going to pay with a good hard...

He pressed his ear to the studio door to make sure it was empty. Last thing he needed was to be suspected of spying on the working-out girls. The room was silent, but he still opened the door slowly just in case. The pile of yoga mats in the corner was the only real colour in the room and he was immediately drawn to the pile -- she had been lying on one in the photo. He grabbed the one on the top of the pile and unrolled it. As he did, the plaid skirt rolled into it fell to the floor.

He snatched it up. She was naked, aside from stockings and heels? His fingers flew across his phone. Aren't you cold by now?

Checking he was still alone, he slipped the edge of the skirt under his waistband and let the soft material rub gently across his erection. It was hard not to make any noise as the skirt -- her skirt -- caressed him. It took a monumental effort of willpower to stop the pleasuring sensation as his phone beeped with a new message received.

As soon as he saw the image his jaw dropped. She was facing away from the camera, her bared body bent slightly over a desk in front of her. She was still wearing the white stockings and high heels, which added to it all the more. He could just see a hint of her pussy lips between her legs.

When he had gathered some vague sense of control back, he realised that this was a fantasy she had once told him about. To be fucked on a desk from behind, wearing only heels and stockings. His heart rate increased again as he realised that this was likely to be where we would find her. This was one of her fantasies, just as the schoolgirl had been one of his.

It had to be the final picture. This had to be where he would find her, finally. But where was she? The desk wasn't special, the room was pretty much bare -- so it was an empty office? There must be hundreds of unused offices across the campus. He'd have to be smarter. She must have faith in him working it out, or she would have given him more clues.

He looked at the image again. She was just so... He just wanted to fuck her. Damn it, how did she do this to him? He had to cover her body with his hand to focus on her surroundings. The office was a corner one, he thought, with no other visible buildings from the windows. It had to be on the edge of campus. The hills were visible form the view, too -- and suddenly, he knew where she was.

Top floor of the arts department building, corner office. But he had to be sure.

Arts building, 11th floor. Corner office. 1108?

He was already walking towards the building when her reply came through. 1114.

So, she didn't want him to be wrong then. What an excellent sign.

The 11th floor was in mostly darkness. The offices of lecturers and department heads stood locked and unoccupied -- he suspected they had all gone home for the day. And she would of course choose somewhere where they could be vocal without getting caught. She liked to be vocal, and he loved to hear her.

The carpet muffled his footsteps to 1114. He was desperate to run into the room and find her there -- he didn't want to think about how he would feel if she wasn't there. She had to be. Waiting for him, nearly naked, over the desk. He hesitated for only a second before opening the door.

The room was the same one, he was sure of it. Some view, bare surroundings, desk... but no her. He stepped further in, disbelieving.

"Took you long enough."

The voice came from behind him. He spun around to see her pushing the door shut with one elegantly outstretched arm. The white stockings shone slightly in the dim light, her black high heels giving her a seductive poise. Other than that, she was totally naked. He dimly registered that sure enough, there was a long black coat on the floor behind her.

Standing before her, he drank in the sight, casting aside his bag and jacket as he did so, and not quite believing that she was real. She was leaning against the door, naughtiness in her eyes. He crossed the distance between them and kissed her forcefully, pressing his clothed body against her naked one. One hand instinctively pulled her wrists above her head, making her body arch into him as they kissed deeply.

His other hand gently cupped one of her warm breasts, teasing the stiffening nipple in his fingers. She sighed in pleasure and bit him on the lip in return, making him moan in surprise and enjoyment. She sharp pain was a sudden contrast with the warmth and softness of her body against him, and he loved it.




Catch Me If You Can



She stepped forward, pulling her hands from his grasp and laying them on his hips. She pulled his t-shirt off in one smooth motion, taking a moment to run a hand across his bare chest. She stepped close to him as her hands went to work on his jeans, and she pulled them and his underwear down together with a well-practiced twist of her fingers, finally removing the pressure they had been providing on his erection.

He stepped out of his clothing and kicked it aside, reaching out to draw her close. As she kissed him again, he ran his hands down her back to her ass and gently squeezed each cheek, pulling her into him. The feeling of skin-to-skin contact, the warmth of her against him, the feel of her breasts pressing against his chest, of her skin pressing into him, was paradise. As much as he relished the feeling, he could feel the animalistic desire stirring in him again.

She could feel it too, pressed against her as she sank elegantly to the floor before him, watching him with bedroom eyes. He couldn't help but love the sight of her kneeling before him, and the implication of what came next.

With an impish smile, she began to slide one hand up his bare leg. She started at his ankle, her fingers making invisible patterns on his skin as they traced the path. The manipulations of her fingers made his leg tremble slightly. She ran a seductive fingertip up the inside of his bare thigh, tracing the top of his leg. The light touch made his cock twitch and she grinned up at him, mischief in her eyes. Sensing his anticipation, she began to gently glide her exploring hand to his balls, cupping them gently in her hand. She began to rub and massage them, feeling their warmth in her palm.

As she manipulated his balls, her other hand climbed up his other leg. When it reach the top, she wrapped her hand around the base of his hard shaft. He felt like warm velveteen as she began to gently pump him while massaging his balls. The sigh from above was an indication he was clearly enjoying himself. She could feel herself getting wetter, sharing in his enjoyment. She shifted herself slightly, increasing the pressure and pace of both her hands. He moaned quietly, staring lustily down at her.  

Leaning forward, she let her tongue gently swirl around the head of his stiff cock, making him groan and run his fingers through her hair. With a grin she slowly licked him from base to tip, letting him feel her soft tongue on every inch of skin.  

She placed the swollen head to her lips and let it slide into her mouth. Immediately he felt the warmth of her tongue rub gently along the underside of his shaft, ticking and massaging all at once. The hand cupping his balls gently squeezed as he began to move her head, making his hard cock slide in and out of her warm, wet mouth. She looked up at him and winked seductively, knowing the sight of her kneeling before him with his cock deep in her mouth was bound to excite him even more.

"You're the best torture I've ever had," he murmured to her.

She began to quicken her pace, sucking him deep into her mouth and pulling him completely out. All the while her hands were busy on the base of his shaft and his balls. He was gripping her hair, moving her head to push himself into her warm, wet mouth deeper, wanting more. The soft pressure around his shaft as it slid past her lips was intense.

Just as he thought he'd have to loose himself in the feeling of her mouth and cum down her throat, she slid his cock out of her mouth one last time and stood up, licking her lips. Without a word, she moved behind him and walked over to the desk, her hips wiggling seductively with each step.

She bent over it, stretching her upper body across the surface. Her legs spread apart, giving him an amazing view and obvious invitation. He stepped up behind her and touched her bared body, feeing the wetness of her pussy lips brush the tip of his cock. He reached a hand between her legs and drew a finger through the moisture, making her tremble. His fingertips traced circles around her clit as he kissed her lower back, and he felt her pushing back at him.

He couldn't hold out anymore. Running one hand over the soft skin of her hip, he positioned his hard shaft against the heat and moisture of her wet lower lips. Biting his lip against the intense pleasure, he slid his tip into her and felt her tense in response, gently beginning to push back against him as she felt him enter her. He grabbed her hips firmly and pushed himself almost completely in. The warmth and wetness of her around him felt incredible. He pushed into her slightly deeper, before pulling out to the tip and pressing in again.

He started a slow rhythm in and out of her, pushing in deeply and withdrawing slowly. He wanted to make sure she could feel every inch of him deep inside of her, just as he could feel every inch of warmth and wetness that was around his cock. The feeling was incredible as she pushed back into him in equal speed, moaning softly every time he entered her.

He began to gently quicken his pace, letting his cock push into her faster, gently bending her forward further until he sunk deep to the hilt with each thrust, making her groan on the desk before him.

"Is that...ohhh...the best you can...ahh...do?" She gasped between moans.

His control had already been slipping, but her question drove him over the edge. He had wanted to tease her as much as she had to him, but the animalistic frenzy was building. He began to fuck her harder, driving himself deeply into her quickly. Beneath him she was writhing on his cock, moaning loudly as he took her forcefully, loving every minute of it. As his cock plunged into her faster and harder, it made her moan on every thrust. Her incoherent noises became begging and pleading for more.

"Fuck me like a slut."

Her hands braced themselves against the desk as he fucked her with more force, just the way she liked it. Every thrust was making her moan with lust and passion, every withdrawal in preparation for the next thrust making her gasp.

He spread her legs open a little more to get deeper into her, not caring as in his hate one white stocking ripped slightly. He slowed his thrusts down until he was driving into her once, sharply, deeply, making her groan each time. Each thrust was his own personal revenge for the teasing -- doing her hard and slow he knew would drive her wild, making her gasp as she felt the intensity then the slow withdrawal for another deep thrust into her hot wetness.

Her breath was coming in short gasps, her moans incoherent and he could feel the pressure on his cock change as her body began to tense. She started to cry out louder as he drove sharply into her. Evidently his deep thrusts were hitting the right place, as each time her moan was louder and she began whispering half-heard encouragement to him. Her moans were getting louder as he watched her hands clench on the desk. She shuddered around him, accompanied by a long, drawn-out moan. He could feel her intense wetness increase around him through her orgasm and he kept thrusting into her throughout, heightening the sensations. She fell limply onto the table for a moment, riding the high. When she seemed to have recovered slightly, he took it as a cue to build up his momentum again.

One hand slipped from her hip and was repositioned on her shoulder, to give him better leverage. He was pushing her against the desk forcefully, pulling her towards him on each thrust to get as deep as possible. Each thrust buried him to the hilt in her warm pussy with such force his balls would strike against her, giving him another intensely pleasurable feeling. They were being very loud but neither of them cared, they were too lost in the sensations.

The slapping of skin was the most erotic sound he'd ever heard. Each time he drove into her, her pert ass would slap against his stomach, and the silken feel of the stockings would brush against him. Gods, he felt like he had no control.

"Shit," he moaned. He could feel his balls beginning to tighten, feel the sensations that could only lead to climax. He drove into her faster, building the sensations on his cock, losing himself completely in the warm feeling of her. His hands tightened on her body.

"Cum in me..." she panted in ecstasy. "Cum inside of me."

Hearing the words drive him closer. Nothing was going to stop him now as he fucked her roughly, making her moan and clutch the desk in the face of his onslaught. She begged him again, and he felt it coming. Thrusting deeply into her again and again, hearing her, feeling her, he felt his body tense and drove into her hard as he started to come. Each pulse of his cock, he thrust sharply and deeply into her, electing loud moans in response as she felt his cum inside of her.

When he had finished, and stopped shuddering, he pulled out of her and sank to the floor. After a moment, when he could see the glisten of bodily fluids on her inner thighs, she slid from the desk and joined him on the ground.

For a moment they were both silent, sitting naked next to one another on the floor, sticky and sweaty from their excursions. She rested her head against his shoulder and took a deep breath of the air, which smelt strongly of sex.

He leaned his head back against the desk, eyes closed in the bliss of afterglow. "Next time you should keep the skirt on."

"Oh?" she murmured from beside him. "Want to ravish me in the complete outfit?"

He nodded. "Might want to make sure it's clothing you don't care about, though. Because I will rip it."

She laughed quietly. "I'd like to feel that. Oh, there's something else..."

"Mmm?"

She squeezed his softened cock gently, turning her head to whisper intimately into his ear. "Next time, I'm chasing you."



Catch Me If You Can



They had pulled out of Houston about six in the morning. 

Even though it was early, the promise of another Texas July sun was already making its way into what was surely to be another scorching day. Their hopes were to clear their way out of the Houston traffic before it was too heavy. 

Her great aunt was in the very back of their van, already strapped in and back to sleep as they drove. Good. With her state of health it was if they were by themselves. Aunt Marie noticed little and remembered nothing.

Robin looked out into the flat fields that marked that part of Texas. Nothing to see here. They were on their way to Red River, New Mexico. They were dropping Aunt Marie off in El Paso to visit relatives before they continued on to their destination. It had been a tradeoff. Her mother kept the kids in exchange for them safely allowing the older lady to travel with them with what was probably her last family visit.

The couple couldn't decide what they were looking forward to the most...the cooler weather or the fantastic scenery that they so anticipated.

Next to her, Aaron was doing the same. He stole glances at the dreary landscape as he drove but mostly he stole sideway glances at her. He mentally crossed his fingers. It had been a while since they had made their last road trip like this and he could only hope that it was even half as exciting as the last. He had made a few preparations, hopefully tantalizing enough to pique her sexual urges. Aunt Marie was a harmless intervention easily skirted.

Robin felt his glances. She knew he was excited about it all and that she was the center of his anticipation, not the vacation itself.

She, too, remembered the last time. It couldn't be described any other way but a "suck and fuck" getaway that left them both on a sexual edge that took a week to wear off! Unfortunately for them, it did wear off!

She smiled. He was already priming her. At his request, she was wearing a very short, very thin white summer dress that buttoned all the way up the front and clearly allowed her white thong to show through. Low cut on top, there would be no bra today. And for any of the other days, she imagined with a smile.

He didn't want to push it. Timing was everything. Yet again, he didn't want to have half the day pass by before he invited her to play. For him, the drive there and back was anticipated even more than their stay in New Mexico. The elderly lady in the back would sleep most of the time and was not a factor.

So, before the sun was bright enough to awaken the sleeper in the back and leaving her deep in her peaceful slumber, he eased a small battery powered DVD player out from under his seat. He handed it to her and instructed her to lower their glove compartment lid. He already knew that it would sit perfectly on the lowered lid. 

Robin assumed they were about to enjoy a movie together and was a little concerned about him driving with the distraction.

Instead, he handed her a headset with a long cord. All of this was equipment was now standard stuff carried on their trips. Thank god for DVD players and children's movies because, even though neither child had reached their tenth birthday, seldom could they ever decide on one movie. They learned early to give each their own DVD player and to plug in headsets. Aunt Marie was not much different. The few times she was awake she would absorb herself in an old movie, never knowing at the end how it had started.

But for now, evidently Robin was about to watch a movie on her own. Actually, she was relieved that he wasn't going to be jeopardizing them by trying to watch it with her.

He never said a word after that. She pushed the play button.

It took no time to realize that this was a soft porn movie.

Twenty minutes later she was totally involved in the movie. Still, she couldn't miss that Aaron was trying to hide the little sideways glances he was giving her. That's when she glanced down and saw that he was rock hard.

That he had already watched the movie should have been no surprise to her. If fact, he had already seen the movie several times and, even without sound, knew what was going on by the quick glances he gave it. 

The movie was about a sexually bored young couple Robin and Aaron's age with two small children who began to tease each other about the possibilities of slipping into the wild side. They joined an internet club for swingers and began to get all kinds of responses. After careful consideration given to the many responses, they received one that they were unable to resist and agreed to meet a very attractive couple at an erotic Lounge.

As the movie went on, the innocent couple both quickly got in over their heads with this sophisticated, experienced couple and ended up a week later in their fabulous penthouse. 

That's where the real action started.

And that's where Robin's ass started a tiny, slow undulation in her seat.

Aaron didn't miss the little circles. He was rock hard! Success!

As she watched the slow seduction of the innocent wife, Robin couldn't stem the sexual response flooding her senses. And her rotating ass had taken a life of its own. She couldn't control it and knew from past experiences that Aaron didn't want her to.

Each scene drew her into the characters. She didn't think about the fact that her headsets were preventing her from hearing her own little moans and heavy breathing expelled from her sagging mouth.

Aaron did. He couldn't miss her reaction to the story. He kept glancing back to the rear of the van. So far, so good! 

Twenty five minutes. That's how long it took for her right hand that had been resting on her knee to start a slow, steady, sensitive climb up the inner thigh of her right leg. In a few minutes, the short skirt was rising slowly to give way to her exploring fingers.

When she reached her thong, she exhaled a long, mournful breath.

Aaron almost came on the spot.

The early sun allowed him to watch her fingers tease under the tiny thong. Tiny strokes at first, then faster...stronger.

Still, it took about another fifteen minutes before she succumbed to her knowing fingers.

Suddenly she glanced back at the sleeping lady, looked out the passenger window, and then jammed her feet hard into the floorboard, lifting her convulsing ass off her seat. 

She could certainly feel it when she came, the orgasm washing over her in an erotic flood. She just couldn't hear it. The headsets prevented that.

Aaron could. He glanced back at the sleeper. Safe so far!

Robin pitched, ground, moaned, expelled.

He dared not touch himself. Surely the slightest stroke would send him over. He wanted to milk this as long as possible.

Then she slumped in the seat, staring out her window.

Her ass never stopped twitching.

Within a few minutes she was pulled back into the movie.

It would happen again before the movie was over. The second time seemed to be more explosive than the one before. In between, he slid his hand under her blouse and teased her pointed nipples without mercy.

He wasn't exactly sure when she had unbuttoned her lower buttons on the dress. During the movie he had skillfully maneuvered their car as to stay out of view from the trucks. It would damper the moment. Now that the movie was over, though, that opened dress would be part of the game.

Finally the Madame in the back seat stirred and then came alive. Time for a restaurant and breakfast!

She was pretty predictable. Once fed and back in the van she was ready for a movie. Sitting in the back, her vision was blocked from the front seat activities and she certainly couldn't decipher the lowered, suggestive voices up front.

And there was definitely a suggestive voice.

As soon as Robin came down off her high and her movie was over, out it came.

"What would you think?"

Aaron whispered it.

Not what "DID" you think? What "WOULD" you think?

It was subtle but she caught the idea. He didn't want to know about the movie she had just watched, even though it had tantalized her into multiple orgasms. He wanted to know about her...and her current frame of mind concerning an always interesting subject.

He wanted to know what she thought about being seduced by another man. 

That had come up quite a bit lately. Subtle at first, then stronger and stronger insinuations over time.

A strange suggestion but both knew there had been precedence. It was hard to plead innocent.

It had been a few years back. Isolated...a one shot deal. But it was as it was, nevertheless.

Several years after they were married and after their second child, the two of them had gotten away at an all paid resort in the islands. The last night there culminated a week of nonstop alcohol and sex that had eventually allowed their minds and eyes to wander. By that last evening, it had resulted in "too many the margaritas and too little the common sense."

In their late twenties, their sex life had become mundane over the years and those few days there with all those "beautiful people" had sparked a sexual fervor in both of them that overrode sensibility.

While they were hopped up on liquor and days of constant sex, an especially attractive couple working as bartenders eased them right out of their complacency and into an early morning "sexcapade." What started out as a friendly visit to their cabin somehow ended up as a "no holds" event with the young wife being seduced by another man while her own husband watched, the beautiful blonde stranger slowly stroking Aaron as he watched his wife succumb.

The fact that he never joined in or made any serious advances to the blonde should have sent Robin a message. Her husband was more interested in seeing her with another man than he was with having sex with a gorgeous woman!

Instead, it took them about two months down the road before either of them even had the nerve to approach what had happened to them. Until then, both acted like it had never happened. It would be only then, after the silent period of regret, that their conversation would turn in that direction. It took no time for Robin to realize that Aaron had been much more turned on by her performance with the bronzed bartender than he was with the sex he could have had with the voluptuous blonde. In a strange way, it pleased her. 

When all of this finally surfaced, it wasn't something he threw in her face. Instead, he put her on a pedestal, wistful thoughts whispered at times into her ears about a repeat of that night. In those moments of ecstasy she allowed herself to answer his suggestions in a way that would please him, knowing that as soon as they came off their sexual high all bets were off.

Still, as time went by, more and more he was mentioning it. He wanted her to have sex with another man. If he couldn't watch, he wanted her to tell him about it...in exquisite detail!

To Robin, it was nothing more than a sexual ploy to turn her on. To Aaron, it was a much sought after prize!!

And here it was again. Whispered to her as she looked out the car window and continued a slow, erotic squirming in her seat.

"What WOULD you think?"

Maybe the situation was just right. Maybe the moon that had already long disappeared over the horizon was in the right place.

Maybe she didn't want to break the wonderful sexual spell already cast over them.

Whatever.

"I don't know." Very softly.

There it was. 

Aaron couldn't miss it.

Not "NO."

And for the first time she wasn't being coerced with a hard cock buried deep inside her to impair her judgment.

"I don't know."

She whispered it again.

Aaron breathed hard. Already, the trip was a huge success!

San Antonio had come and gone.

They were back to an Interstate 10 that was as desolate as it was long. 

He never allowed her nipples to relax. She responded with another self induced orgasm, this time with her dress unbuttoned up to her waist and spread wide for his viewing pleasure. During that time it started. The games.

Trucks.

Passing them slowly, allowing the gawking drivers to admire the scenery in an otherwise desolate drive.

He loved it. She turned her head in embarrassment. No telling what was being said on those CB's.

Of course, she always removed her hand from her crotch before she was being observed. All the lucky driver saw was her dress opened nearly up to her waist. As the show ended, her hand would go back to its teasing.

Finally, they got in a constant groove with one particular truck. A purple Peterbilt, they would pass, slow down, and then be passed again, always with the truck on the right side of the car so that the driver had a view. Neither could see the driver. Robin because her eyes were closed. Aaron was in the wrong position to see into the window.

Finally, at his insistence, she peeked.

Stunned.

The driver wasn't the old man she expected. Instead, he was about twenty five and really good looking!

And she definitely had his attention!!

There was no doubt in her mind that the expression on the stranger's face was partnered with a massive hard on she couldn't see.

Aaron didn't miss anything. He knew she had finally made eye contact.

"Well?"

She hesitated.

"Really nice looking," she finally breathed. If they were going to play the game she would play fair.

"Young."

Her voice shook a little.

Aaron needed nothing else. The next fifty miles or so was a vehicular jousting, each changing speed to allow as much exposure as possible. In addition to all the passing, there were times of extended side by side exposure on the desolate freeway.

Aaron was hard as a rock. The stranger in the truck matched him.

Robin was surprised and slightly appalled that she was reacting as she was. Now, those tiny sparks permeating her body and soul wasn't being caused by her exploring fingers. It was a result of admiring eyes!

Back to earth. 

"I'm hungry."

That announcement from the back brought everything to real life. Caught in their sexual game, they had lost track of the time.

They had brought an ice chest full of food and drinks for that first day. Aunt Marie didn't do well in restaurants and they needed to let her stretch her legs.

They looked for the first rest area with restrooms. It was in Sonora, a few miles down the road.

By then, the purple Peterbilt was reluctantly a thing of the past. The recent memories left two hard cocks and a wet, receptive pussy.

It wasn't so unusual that the rest area was so nice. Texas maintains them well. It was unusual, however, that it was so empty. There weren't more than six cars or so there in addition to the idling trucks. They were happy to find a clean table in the very back of the area so the elderly lady could take herself a mini nature walk without disturbing others. 

It came as a shock when, a few minutes later, that purple Peterbilt pulled into the lot.

Robin gulped. What an unexpected turn of events. Surely he wouldn't see them back there.

She couldn't deny the fluttering inside of her.

Aaron went even harder.

Especially when he saw the driver walking towards the building. She was right! He was about 25 years old and very good looking.

She turned her attention to her aunt.

He turned his thoughts towards that guy.There was little hesitation. Sometimes luck has to be invited.

"I gotta go. I'll be right back."

He didn't allow an answer. Hopefully, this was going to be too good.

He was in and out of the rest room as soon as possible. Nobody there. He found the young driver standing in front of some vending machines, a perplexed look on his face.

Aaron took a chance.

"Out of drinks?" he laughed.

"Nope. I'm out of change," the stranger joked back. He had a strong voice.

Later, Aaron wouldn't know where he got the idea...or the nerve.

"We've got some iced tea over here. Have some of ours."

He expected a "no." There was certainly a hesitation. He held his breath.

"You know, don't mind if I do. These cokes get awful sweet after a while."

Aaron was floored. He offered his hand.

"I'm Aaron."

"Roger," was the reply.

Just the short walk to the picnic table told Aaron this guy didn't seem a typical truck driver.

"Been driving long?" he asked.

"Na-a-a. I do it during the summer. I teach in a high school."

By that time they were within a few yards of Robin.

She turned around and faced the stranger.

Aaron wondered whose face reddened the most...Roger's or Robin's.

He knew one thing for sure. They recognized each other. Just minutes before Roger had been staring straight into her thong covered crotch and they both knew it. And they both knew it had been an invitation, not an accident.

Introductions were made, including the wandering aunt. Turned out he had one like her back in Alabama.

He accepted the tea and the lunch which they insisted.

Roger tried not to stare. Robin's dress was buttoned up except for a couple of the lowest ones but her thong was obvious through the thin dress. When she sat down there was ample leg to admire and when she leaned over her breasts were totally bared, her hard nipples unfettered with any bra. 

His hard was more and more obvious.

So was Aarons. He was trying not to cum on himself.

Robin was embarrassed. Not just with her situation and the fact that the stranger could obviously admire her body. It was the fact that she was a faucet!

The certain nervous tingle she felt at the time had happened once before. It was precisely how she had felt just before being seduced by that bar tender. How could she be so turned on by all of this?

And she couldn't miss how excited both men were! It was obvious.

Roger paid attention to the older lady for a few minutes. He was good with older folks.

Aaron took advantage of the distraction and quickly avoided her protective hands to release two more bottom buttons on her dress.

Now, when she moved on the picnic bench it couldn't avoid riding high. She knew that when she walked it would open up way past mid thigh, not to mention the gentle breeze.

When Roger returned she turned red again. He didn't gawk but he didn't miss anything, either. Her demeanor and the newly introduced leg show had definitely been done on purpose. He was sure of it.

Suddenly it dawned on him.

They were playing a game and he was an invited partner! It may have started innocently on the highway but this was different. He wasn't too sure about the sexy lady but her husband was obviously proud to share!

And he didn't mind sharing one teensy bit. He hadn't seen his wife in two weeks.

Robin found it all so surreal. Two hours ago she didn't know this guy existed. Now, not only had he seen almost all she had to offer but her husband was obviously bent on exposing more.

My god, it was exciting!

Not only could she not stop the tingling throughout, she was starting to shake.

That wasn't missed by either man.

Roger was pulled aside by an older lady who wanted to show him something.

Aaron couldn't miss the opportunity. It was crazy but...?

"I'll be right back," he whispered. 

While he was talking he glanced around to make sure they weren't being watched.

Quickly he slipped his hand under her dress and under her thong.

It was too quick for her to avoid.

"U-m-m-m," she moaned.

There was no secret now about how she was reacting to all of this.

She was totally slushy down there. Now they both knew it.

Aaron's confidence grew as he quickly walked away. Before he did, he unbuttoned two more buttons, this time from the top.

She protested. She did nothing about it.

Less than two minutes later he showed back up with a yellow writing tablet and a pen.

He handed it to her, whispering in her ear.

She shook her head, totally shocked at what he was suggesting. No way!!




Catch Me If You Can



When nobody was looking, he slipped a hand inside her top and rubbed her left nipple between his fingers.

The moan was low but very easy to hear.

"Spread a little."

She knew it wasn't really a request. He was really getting off on this.

She balked, and then relented. She was totally aware that more and more he wanted to see her with another man. This wasn't that, but it was close. She knew in mere minutes she would never see that guy again.

It would make Aaron's day...or days, for that matter.

What the hell!!

Slowly, she changed her position on the bench. As she went from one side to the other, her legs spread wider and she didn't bother to close them. 

Even from yards away, her white thong was obvious. Up close, one might even recognize that it was soaked...which it was and had been for hours.

Roger couldn't keep his eyes off her.

Aaron could hardly believe his luck.

He blew her a kiss.

It was stupid but it went straight to her crotch!

She became a little light headed.

She hesitated. Her husband was soliciting her to push her limits.

Aaron looked at her face, knowing Roger was looking a lot lower.

She caught the begging look on his face. 

The two men turned their activities back to the other lady for a few seconds.

Robin looked at the yellow pad.

"What the fuck!! If that's what he wants."

She began to write. It was exactly what Aaron asked her to do. Nothing more, nothing less.Then she quietly removed the page and hid it in her basket. She would see. Her mind still wasn't made up about all of this!

Twenty minutes later it was time to go.

Aaron whispered into her ear. She looked quickly back at him.

"You're joking, "she whispered.

He shook his head. He was serious, that begging look again.

She turned her head and looked at the stranger giving such loving attention to Aunt Marie.

What the hell! What could come from it except mental fuel for some wild fucks later...starting that night!

"I'll be right back."

She left for the bathroom. He glanced at the pad of paper and was disappointed that she had obviously removed the top sheet off the pad of paper. He knew that if she had written anything she was about to trash it in the ladies room.

She returned a few minutes later.

"Here," she whispered.

She pressed something into his hand.

He was so hard it hurt.

In his hand was a very tiny, very damp, white thong. 

"Time to go, folks." Robin wanted to get out of there.

They picked everything up and said good-bye.

Roger waved and walked away.

Maybe it was his ass in those tight jeans as he walked away that prompted her...broke her resistance. Who knows?

In a flash of eroticism she got bold. She wasn't going to let either of the men down.

She looked around before she slipped the yellow sheet out of the basket. She didn't want Aaron to see it.

Quickly she grabbed the pen and scribbled again on the paper. 

She walked over to him.

"Give it back," she whispered to Aaron. She stuck her hand out.

Startled, he pressed her thong into her hand. As he walked away he saw her turn her back to everybody, walk to the other side of the table and fumble with it a few seconds. 

"She has had a change in heart," he thought. She was putting it back on. This had gone too far. He had planned on somehow passing it to Roger. Just a momento.

As they waved their goodbyes and left, there were two highly sensitized and disappointed men and one gleeful woman. She was the last to walk away from the table.

Roger went to the restroom for a minute. 

While he was in there a frazzled Robin watched from a distance and hurried to get them loaded into the car. She was beside herself. Did she have the nerve? It would be so unlike her.

Seconds seemed an hour.

Hell, yes.!!

She grabbed Aaron and gave him a deep kiss.

"Hurry. Go tell Roger he left something on the bench."

"And for God's sake hurry back!"

Aaron suddenly caught on. He almost ran to catch Roger.

"Hey, man. You left something on the bench."

He could hardly blurt it out. Roger would get the thong after all!

He left before Roger could answer.

Roger knew that he hadn't left anything.

Curiosity got the best of him. He went back.

From a distance he could see something white and yellow lying on the bench.

He carefully picked it up.

He could have been knocked over with a feather!

He was holding a very damp white thong. Rolled up and carefully placed inside the thong was a note that had been scribbled on a piece of yellow paper.

The thong had been soaking up wonderful juices just minutes before.

The note was short and to the point.

Roger sniffed the thong, read the note again, laughed, and then ran to his truck.

This was fun if nothing else. What a great day!!

Twenty minutes later the minivan was barreling down the highway at 80 miles per hour. That was the speed limit in that part of Texas.

Aunt Marie was asleep again. They knew she would sleep for hours.

A thrilled Aaron was beside himself.

He glanced behind him to make sure there was no audience.

He glanced at Robin and sucked in his breath. It was time to approach what had happened.

"That was great."

No response from her. He had no idea how deep (and provocative) her thoughts were at the moment.

A few minutes passed.

He reached over and massaged the back of her neck. It was a gesture of gratitude and she knew it. He had definitely been totally turned on with what had just happened.

"Did you do it?" 

He was sure she had not. He had asked her to leave their e-mail address as a further tease to Roger. What the heck. It might turn in to something.

Silence. 

Obviously she didn't.

"Too bad you didn't leave a note," he lamented.

He was fishing. Had she or not?

She looked out the window and then back to him.

"So this is what you really want?" she quietly asked.

"I would love it," he admitted.

She waited a few minutes. How did she feel about all of this? Obviously, to Aaron this was more than just a mental tease. It was his highest aspirations. 

Deep down, she knew her decision. Still, she hesitated before crossing that line. If she remained quiet, it was all over right now. In an hour the truck would be far behind them.

"I left a note." Her voice seemed strange, like it wasn't hers.

He was totally surprised. He hadn't seen anything.

"You left our e-mail address? Mine or yours?"

That's the note he had asked her to leave. Some harmless and safe fun with at least some chance of a response from the young man. That would really be cool.

Silence. Robin having second thoughts.

"What did it say?"

Silence for a few more seconds. Then a soft, weak trembling voice. 

"Catch us and I'll give you two hours in your truck."

Aaron sucked in his breath. His chest suddenly pounded.

He knew as well as she did that suddenly the ball was totally in his court.

He thought about it for five minutes. This was a serious turning point for them.

He reached over and slipped a finger inside her.

She couldn't suppress a moan. It wasn't just physical. Her mind was so tantalized she could hardly breathe. A rub on the neck would probably make her cum. She was a virtual spring down there. That dress was going to be soaked!

Decision time.

In that part of the country there were primitive rest areas for trucks every 20 miles or so. This time of the day they were mostly empty.

The lady in the back would still be sleeping.

When he tapped his brakes to turn off the cruise control it couldn't be missed.

Neither could Robin's sharp, deep intake of air and the muscles suddenly clamping around Aaron's finger.

At the start of the day it would have been unimaginable.

She couldn't excuse herself from blame. She had allowed herself to become saturated with illicit, erotic thoughts. She had written the invitation. She had reinforced it with the tiny thong, the open legged glimpses of her receptive crotch.

Maybe the biggest shock was the stark realization that she was playing with fire and was likely to be burned. That thought came when she felt that car decelerate. That was when she realized that Aaron, like her, had crossed the line. He had accepted her challenge.

There was no doubt in either of their minds that Roger would keep his end of the bargain.

Never in their lives had they paid so much attention to a rear view mirror. 

It took a while before they saw it, the purple truck coming from way back with diesel smoke pouring from it's stacks. They had slowed down. He was definitely not at legal speed. He closed quickly.

Three hearts were beating. Was this for real? Or just another harmless tease.

As it got down to it, that decision was strictly Aaron's. It was his foot on the accelerator. At any time he could have pressed down on that gas pedal.

He didn't.

When Roger was just behind them, Aaron pulled over to the left lane and allowed Roger to pull up beside them. 

Yes or no? They ran side by side for two minutes. Roger could see in. Disappointment. There was nothing to see. Her skirt was primly covering as much leg as it could, still leaving half her thighs exposed. He had already been privileged to see much more.

Aaron broke the ice...gave tactic approval.

Slowly, he reached over and slid her hem up a few inches. There wasn't anything vulgar about it.

The invitation was made. Would Roger accept?

The first rest area was busy. They drove on. Shortly, their obvious destination. A small empty roadside rest area. Its only purpose was just that...rest. No restrooms, no tables, nothing. A truckers respite, empty this time of day.

They pulled in. Would he?

Yes, parking twenty yards behind them.

It was awkward between the two in the car. No talking. No nothing for five minutes. No Roger getting out of his truck. Instead, they could hear the low rumble of his engine. The most noise they heard was from an elderly woman snoring.

Robin surprised herself. She finally glanced back at the sleeping lady and, without a word, opened her door. There were no glances from either, no acknowledgment from either. Just a softly closed door.

Five seconds later the diesel engine went silent. When Roger saw her approaching he shut down the big diesel. He knew it would get hot inside the cab, even with the windows down, but he wanted solitude. He didn't want to lose even the smallest sound to the rumbling of the engine.

Aaron watched as she went over there. The smile on his face hid the shaking inside. He wasn't the only one. Three hearts were beating way too hard to maintain a steady hand.

As she had climbed up on the tall steps into the truck her naked ass was briefly exposed. She never glanced back. She was barely holding her nerve as it was.

Aaron could see as the two of them move back into the sleeper cab. It appeared that neither of them even spoke. He was right.

Still, he couldn't breathe.

Neither could the two in the cab. They couldn't speak, either. And wouldn't, hardly. Not for the entire two hours. Casual conversation had its place and this certainly wasn't it.

This was an illicit, forthright fuck between two strangers and they both knew it.

Where to start. He guided her gently to her back. She anticipated a kiss. A caress of her breasts. Maybe even a sudden forceful pounding of her pussy. If so, she was primed for it.

What she didn't expect was for his mouth to go the lowest button on her dress and tease her leg there. She jumped...moaned softly. It was so unexpected.

And that's how it went. From one button to the next, first his fingers would release a button, then his mouth would explore. Surely when he got to the great divide between her legs he would hesitate if not stop.

When he didn't, choosing instead to bypass that joy until later, even that made her moan. The teasing was more than she could take. She was on the verge of cumming, needing only a tiny physical tease to push her over.

It would not come for a while.

Roger was so enthralled, so immersed in her offering that he gave her husband no thought. She did, be it fleeting.

But Aaron was giving both of them all of his thoughts.

What was happening? How far had Roger advanced with his wife? Was she responding? Was she instead just sitting there with a change of heart? Did he need to rescue her, to intervene?

He couldn't stand it.

With a glance back at the sleeping lady, he quietly slipped out of the van. It was a short walk to the truck. There was no other company to interfere with them. He had already noticed that the truck windows were open, the curtain going to the sleeper cab closed.

He wondered if they could hear his steps. He was in his socks to mask the noise. Worse still, could they hear his pounding heart?

At first, he eased himself up on the steps leading to the cab and stood just outside the open window. The trailer behind the truck shielded him from the few passing cars and he could easily retreat if one entered the rest area. He felt protected.

He could hear nothing. No voices, no sexual sounds, no nothing.

Disappointment. What was happening just those few scant feet away?

If he could have seen through that curtain, if he had been clairvoyant, he would have seen Roger's mouth at the very top of the dress, the last button being opened. He would have seen Robin's body doing a strange undulating dance on the bed, responding to the mouth that was teasing her to the point of screaming.

Instead, finally his mouth found her left nipple.

She instinctively pressed upward against his mouth.

"U-u-u-u-m-m-m-m."

He was rewarded with a low, slow moan. He was thrilled. 

So was Aaron. 

Finally!! It was what he had hoped for...had so desperately wanted for these past years. That she had partnered with Roger was now obvious.

He was as intoxicated with what he heard as much as the two inside were with what they were experiencing. Aaron had gotten into the game as an audience. He took the chance and actually stuck his head into the open window.

Two hours. 

Roger was lucky. In those two hours Aunt Marie never moved. Only two cars came in and quickly left, both times a baby diaper change.

He heard it all...imagined it all. Every moan meant something to him, he just didn't know what. He let his mind visualize.

There were three times that were exceptional. The first two times were when she exploded loudly and without restraint as a result of Roger's mouth sucking hard and fast on her clit. Aaron couldn't help but hear the surrender. He just didn't know the source of her pleasure. The last time was the real thing. Even Aaron could tell. It wasn't just the explosive orgasm she expelled for a long time. It was the fact that Roger came very loudly with her.

Aaron was right. Finally, in a combination of the limited time and nature pressing Roger's ability to withhold his own orgasm, he let it all release. Before then, she had moaned, whimpered, writhed at his touch. Not now.

As he increased his tempo little by little until he could hold back no longer, her moans became little chirps. Each few seconds resulted in the chirps getting higher, faster. 

Roger was amazed, surprised at himself. So was Robin. They both had assumed that any increased activity would result in him quickly blowing his load. Instead, he held on a full three minutes.

During that time the "pounding" that Robin had anticipated became real.

She reacted. She couldn't control it!

Even through his pleasure Roger couldn't miss it. Relying solely on their noises, Aaron certainly didn't miss it.

As Roger pummeled her with his cock Robin's "chirps" ran together and culminated in a high pitched nonstop noise that could only be described as a scream. Not a begging voice but one of total surrender and appreciation.

Roger exploded into her. 

Robin erupted around him, her legs and arms grasping him tightly. The unladylike noise would not go away until well after their mutual consumption. Even then, it only returned to a muted response, a continuous moan.

Aaron came for the second time. During the whole thing maybe Roger had to hold back...Aaron didn't. His hand had guided him through it all. He hoped Roger wouldn't mind the cum running down the door of his truck!

Then it went almost quiet. There were low muted sounds but no evidence of movement. If he had carefully opened that curtain Aaron would have discovered two people in a deep, endless, searching kiss. The fact that the two hours were over never came into their minds. The stiff cock was still buried inside of her, the recipient of her body undulation, her pussy slowly and instinctively sucking him dry.

Outside, Aaron knew one thing for sure. Never...not with him, not with the bartender, had he ever heard that high pitched orgasmic scream that had just come out of her mouth. Never!!

All things end.

Almost.

Aaron hastened back to the van. Aunt Marie just started to stir.

His rear view mirror came alive. Robin was backing out of the sleeper. He smiled . Her ass was totally exposed. He knew there would be cum draining out of her.

Suddenly she stopped. There was hesitation on her part, glancing at the car and then back into the back of the truck where Roger was. Then she went partially back in, just up to her waist. That exposed, dripping ass was still exposed.

Then it happened. It was miniscule at first, but couldn't be mistaken. Was it true?

Aaron glanced back at his passenger. She was coming around but not there yet.

Quietly, out the door again.

This time he was taking his life in his hands, so to speak. Getting caught now would not only be a disaster, it was likely. If what he thought was going on was true it would be worth it.

Slowly up the steps. His vision was perfect. So were his suspicions. He stuck his head in again. He was so close he could smell the sex on her.

With her exposed ass moving slowly in a circle, Robins head and upper torso were moving slowly up and down in a deliberate pattern. There was no mistake.

She was sucking his cock!

Two things hit Aaron. One, he didn't like blow jobs and rarely allowed it. Two, he should have. Very obviously her attempts to please him in the past were something she wanted to do and thoroughly enjoyed.

That's what Aaron saw. And he was right. Robin moved slowly up and down the sensitive shaft, knowing that it had to be super sensitive and enjoying the fact that Roger was allowing her to do so. When he moaned, she knew it was a mutual enjoyment. Roger hadn't asked for it. She wanted it!

Suddenly, she was giddy with the erotic moment. All pretenses were cast away. After all, she was sucking the man's cock!

She hesitated, moved her body forward, whispered in his ear, and then went back for just a little longer on his cock. One last few blows.

There had been a ten five second delay. Aaron saw it all. Then she was back down for a minute. That's about all. About one minute.

Aaron sensed that she was finally going to move away. He ran, not walked, to the car.

She showed up in seconds.

They left without speaking.

Only their heavy breathing was evident.

EPILOGUE

That was then, several hours ago. Now, the present. 

The sign said, "El Paso 78 miles."

In three hours they would be clear of Aunt Marie and be alone in a hotel room. What then. Sex? For sure. Conversation? Muted. A blow by blow report? Not hardly. That would come later, bit by bit, and would last forever.

Aaron could hardly wait. Unknown to her, her story was already partly told and verified. Would she come true with all of it? His hard had never subsided.

Robin still twitched inside. The abundant wetness both felt good and was uncomfortable. How difficult would it be to tell her husband that she had never experienced anything close to what she had just done? The exposure, the voyeurism, the challenge, the sex...it had happened in a way that all the parts added up to be much more than the total.




Catch Me If You Can



She looked out the window. It was over. It was over. It was over.

Wasn't it? There was that one little thing, though. A mistake made impulsively while on a sexual high. She wouldn't tell him. Maybe it would go away.

Strange. To her it was over. To Aaron it was just the beginning. And he was unaware of the little "oops" she had created.

Way behind them, Roger was almost in pain from the hard he was sporting. He wasn't hard from the past activities. Instead, he was hard thinking about the future possibilities.

He had just got off the phone with Cathy, his wife. He had been teasing her all day on his cell phone with a blow by blow detail about the day's activities. Just moments before, he had passed on Robin's e-mail address to her. Cathy had a way with words. Aaron and Robin would open their e-mail and never know it was Roger's wife, rather than he, who was corresponding with them.

No, Robins little lapse in judgment in the jaws of ecstasy would not go away. Not hardly! 

A confident Roger smiled. Earlier in the day he had only been hopeful. Now, he felt very confident. He had every right to be. After they were through screwing and Robin surprised him with her talented mouth, she had ceased sucking his cock just long enough to slide up his body and whisper into his ear a sultry, "E-mail me."

The invitation was out! It couldn't be taken back.

In his job he ran through Houston all the time. Many times, Cathy came along for the ride and the sex.

And if Aaron's little wife was so responsive to the truck driving stranger? Well, Roger smiled again.

Wait until the receptive Robin was coerced to be under the spell of the mouth of Roger's wife!

THE END



Catch Me If You Can



Three times a week, Tamsin took ninety minutes for lunch so that she could go for a run with Matilda. The other days she ate at her desk, to show she wasn't slacking, and she also made up extra time by staying late after work.

Three times a week, though, she went downstairs just after two, once the rush of other people having their lunchbreak had ended, and the pavements were a little emptier. She changed into shorts and a running top, and pulled on a hoodie, and walked two blocks to the building Matilda worked in carrying a bottle of water. Matilda's building had showers in the bathrooms, and lockers on the ground floor for cyclists, so it was easier to meet and run from there.

Usually Matilda was waiting, and usually they stretched in a courtyard underneath Matilda's office, and then Tamsin left her hoodie and water in a locker, and they ran.

And usually, just before they started, Matilda said, "Same as always?"

And Tamsin nodded, and smiled, and said, "Of course."

"If I catch you..." Matilda said, making sure.

"You can have me, yep," Tamsin said, and grinned, and began to run.

Matilda could have Tamsin if she caught her. It was a joke, except that it wasn't. It was actually completely serious.

Tamsin had always been secretly excited by the thought of saying that to someone, because it was such a reckless, sensual thing to say. And she had always wanted to, as well, because she knew that not a lot of people could catch up with her, running through the central city during the day.

Around the city, Tamsin was fast. She liked running in the city. She wasn't a steady-paced runner. She couldn't do marathons, or ever hope to win middle-distance races, and she didn't do fun-runs for charity unless someone made her. Parks exhausted her, and big open suburbs did too, because she had nothing much to think about as she ran, and it always seemed to take too long to get to the next tree or corner or road crossing, whatever her next marker of distance was, and that seemed to upset her focus and make her tire more quickly. Around the city, though, she was quick. She was fast and deft and agile. She felt heroic, felt like sprinter, dashing past people, weaving through pedestrians and cars, avoiding obstacles, and guessing where traffic was going to be when she got there. She felt fitter and faster, running through the city, jumping over curbs and low fences, going up and down steps and through courtyards and then, once she was a bit tired, down around the harbour and along the touristy waterfront all open and free and fast. She felt faster, in the city, and that made her run better, and she felt safer, too, around other people. So she ran in the city, and felt smugly confident of her ability, and had become quietly proud of herself.

Then she'd started running with Matilda at lunchtimes, and during one run, as they rested down on the point behind the botanic gardens as far from the city as they could go, Matilda had tried to kiss her. Matilda had leaned over, and closed her eyes, and it was obvious what she had planned to do, and so Tamsin had kissed back, all hot and sweaty and puffing. She'd kissed back, and slid her hand down Matilda's arm, down slippery warm skin, and touched Matilda's neck, and tasted her mouth. And then, feeling brave and daring and reckless, feeling hyped up from the sheer joy of running fast, she'd said, "If you can catch me you can have me."

And then she'd run off.

Because she had always wanted to do that. And because she liked Matilda. And because it was probably good for both their running to make it a challenge of some kind, and set goals, too, although she hadn't really thought of that when she did it.

She had run off, and run seriously, as fast as she could, trying not to be caught, and Matilda had chased her, as fast as she could, but hadn't managed to catch up. Not that day, and not the next time, either, or the time after, when Tamsin had said it again. Matilda hadn't caught Tamsin in three weeks of trying, although they had kissed again, now and then. Matilda didn't manage to until one lunchtime when Tamsin got a cramp in her calf as they came up the steep paths through the botanic gardens in the cool shade of the trees. Tamsin had stopped, wincing, and Matilda had tagged her, put her hand on Tamsin's arm, and then held on.

"Doesn't count," Tasmin had said, gasping.

"Does so. You stopped."

"Nope," Tasmin said, still panting.

But Matilda had just grinned, quietly confident, and kept insisting it counted. And so Tamsin had decided it did, because of that quiet confidence. And because she had been teasing Matilda for long enough. So when the cramp had faded, when she'd rubbed it out, she kissed Matilda gently. And Matilda had kissed her back, there in the botanic gardens, under the shady trees, on a concrete path still damp from an earlier watering, quiet and still and private in the middle of the busy city.

They had kissed for a long time there, and then later, after work, they had gone to Matilda's and had sex, and that had been where that little game ended, and where it had started, too, because now that seemed to be how they worked. 

Now Matilda ran with Tamsin three times a week, and every so often, once a week or so, Tamsin let Matilda catch her, and then they had sex in the showers at Matilda's work, and Tamsin went back to her office tingly and happy, and everyone asked if she'd had a good run, and she just said yes she had, because what else could she say.

Now they ran, and that was them. They ran in long loops through the city, running how Tamsin liked, because she tended to be slightly pushier at corners, or quicker to decide what traffic lights were doing, and so always seemed to pick their route. They ran among the new glass towers and old sandstone buildings of the central city, old and new all mixed together, side by side. They ran down laneways, and steep flag-stoned streets leading towards the water, and through pedestrian-only malls. They ran down towards the ferry terminals, and then back up again, circling, changing direction as traffic and red lights and clumps of pedestrians forced them too. Tamsin knew the city fairly well and could keep track of where they were, and was able to catch glimpses of the harbour and bridge down below them, and the tower above them, which helped her find her way. She kept track of where they were, and turned aside, before they ran all the way down to George Street, because it was a bit too crowded to run on easily, and began to climb back towards Hyde Park instead. 

That day they happened to turn aside before the park, and reach the top of the climb at Macquarie Street instead. They stopped for traffic across the road from parliament and the hospital, and Tamsin gasped, "More?"

Matilda nodded.

They went along Macquarie Street and cut between the two halves of the state library, and then out into the domain, running out of the noise and sharp-edged clamour of city and into the grass and trees and playing fields, full of office workers taking late lunches like them. It was almost a relief to be out of the echoing buildings, Tamsin thought, and went a little faster. They crossed the domain quickly, and cut past the front of the art gallery to cross the freeway, and then made their way down through the botanic gardens, weaving along narrow shaded pathways. As soon as they were through the garden's gates, the air suddenly seemed to smell of wet earth rather than car exhaust, as if somehow the cool still air was trapped in a hollow by the trees and slope and held there, waiting for them.

They ran down the steep hill to the waterfront, and along it, towards Lady Macquarie's Chair, weaving through walkers and tourists and other runners. It was quieter this late in the afternoon, and there were fewer people around. Tamsin didn't need to have all her attention on where she was going, now. She could look around a little more. There was only a waist-high stone wall between them and the harbour, and ferries and yachts floated out on the sea. It was nice. It was good to look around at things, and see scenery, now that she was a little tired.

Halfway along the headland, where a flight of stairs went up a low cliff, Tamsin glanced at Matilda. A lot of people ran up and down those steps for an extra workout, and they sometimes did too.

"Nope," Matilda gasped. "Not today."

So Tamsin grinned, and kept going along the flat.

The reached the point, and passed groups of tourists taking photos, and went around a slight corner, and up a flight of steps, to Lady Macquarie's Chair. The Chair was an old seat, in a hidden angle of rock beneath a large fig tree, all shaded and cool and secret.

Tamsin stopped in the shade, and bent over, breathing hard, and there Matilda finally caught up, and grabbed Tamsin's arm. 

"Caught you," Matilda said, like she always did.

Tamsin smiled, and shook her head, panting.

"I did," Matilda said.

"Doesn't count," Tamsin gasped, like the first time. "I stopped."

"Nope," Matilda said. "You're still caught." 

She left her hand on Tamsin's arm, holding on as they both panted, caressing, her fingers sliding in Tamsin's sweat, sliding in a way that reminded them both of fingers sliding other places, at other times, all wet and warm and slippery. Matilda stroked, and Tamsin shivered, and they both watched Matilda's hand.

"I'm not caught," Tamsin whispered.

"Yeah you are."

"I'm so not."

"And I really don't care," Matilda said.

She pushed Tamsin up against the rock wall. Pushed, and held her there. She kissed Tamsin's neck, and then licked it, like she often did. Licked the dampness, where Tamsin had been sweating.

"Yuk," Tamsin said.

"I like you that way," Matilda said, and slid her hand into the front of Tamsin's shorts.

"You can't," Tamsin whispered, and grabbed Matilda's wrist, looking around. This was new. Usually they just kissed while they ran, and then had sex in the showers.

"No-one can see us," Matilda said.

Tamsin looked out across the harbour. "Except like a million people in houses right over there."

"They aren't looking."

"They probably are."

"Our clothes are on, and we're a long way away."

"So?"

"So do you care? When they can't really see anything. Mostly just us kissing."

"I suppose," Tamsin said. "But right here? Isn't it sacrilege or something...?"

"Against fireworks displays?"

Tamsin grinned, and glanced around again. They were hidden, she supposed, right up against the rock face, and out of sight of the path they'd just been running on. It was quiet, right now. There was no-one else nearby. She could hear tourists talking down by the water, and more voices up above them, at the pie cart. She could hear people all around, but she couldn't actually see anyone, not right now, so she supposed they were safe enough. If someone came up the steps, or around the corner of the fig, they'd just be standing there, close together, but hopefully not being especially obvious.

"You can't," Tamsin said, trying one last time. "And I need a shower."

"You don't need a shower."

"I really do. I always do."

"And like I told you. I like you sweaty."

Tamsin sighed, and gave up. She looked at Matilda fondly, tenderly, and then started to kiss her. She kissed, and opened her mouth, and felt Matilda's warm body press against hers. She felt Matilda's fingers pressing against her, inside her, and she moved her own hand and slid it into Matilda's shorts.

They kissed, and rubbed each other, and after a moment Tamsin was lost. She closed her eyes and pressed her face against Matilda's shoulder and hoped desperately that no-one came along right then.

She felt Matilda's touch and skin and slippery warm shoulder. She felt Matilda's body, wanting hers, and was sharply, wetly excited like she always was. She shifted her feet, pulling Matilda's hand against herself more, and breathing in the hot familiar smell of Matilda's skin. She licked, despite making a fuss earlier, tasting the saltiness of Matilda's sweat. She held Matilda, and felt Matilda, and then, quite suddenly, she came. She came, just like that, biting her lip to make herself not cry out, as tourists bought pies and took photos ten steps away from her. She came, and her knees almost gave out, and she felt Matilda's fingers stop moving against her, and just press gently, the way she liked as she finished.

She came, and then opened her eyes, and kissed Matilda again, and then began rubbing Matilda fast, getting her off as quickly as she could, before they were caught, and before they cooled down too much to run as well. She rubbed Matilda, all the while looking around, and soon Matilda came too. And somehow they didn't get caught, either, which was very good as well.

Matilda finished, and let go of Tamsin, and then they both stepped back. They stood there for a moment, and smiled at each other, and then Tamsin kissed Matilda quickly and started to run again, slowly. Jogging, on shaky legs, and with tired breath, happy and exhausted and quite surprised by her own bravery as they climbed their way back up to the city.