4 comments/ 31997 views/ 2 favorites This Morning By: Max ODrive "This Morning" © 1999-2001 Max (aka Max O'Drive, Maximum Overdrive). As a copyrighted work, this story may not be reproduced in any media format, physical or electronic, or reposted at any other website in any form without my express written permission. Permission to print this story is granted with the provision that it is for personal use only. Requests for reprint or reproduction other than the exclusions above may be sent to maxman69@hotmail.com . * * * * * When I woke up this morning, I knew it was going to be a good day. You know how that goes. Everybody has them. You wake up and everything's right.. Everything's exactly the way it's supposed to be. Everything feels good, and everything is going to click. Today was going to be one of the "perfect" ones. I rolled over and looked at your pillow, gradually remembering you weren't there anymore. Oh, dear heart. I miss you so. I got up, maneuvering slowly as was the norm for me now, and made my way to the bathroom. As I was disposing of the beer I drank last night, my mind wandered back to a different bathroom in a totally different setting. We were traveling from Detroit to Oklahoma City and had pulled into a Esso station (yeah, it was a few years back) to fill up and make a "pit stop". The attendant was putting gas in the car and cleaning the windows, and you had already gone around the side of the building to find the bathrooms. I paid the guy, then followed you a few minutes later, since the bathrooms were side by side. I walked into the Men's room, and, to my surprise, there you were already in the stall, wearing nothing but a smile. I closed the door, but didn't see a way to lock it. You motioned for me to come over to you, so throwing caution to the wind, I did. You sat on the commode as I closed the stall door and locked it, and took me into your mouth, sucking my cock deep and hard. I stiffened rapidly at both your cocksucking skill, and at how hot the situation was. My cock was throbbing but you just kept sucking, harder and harder. I stopped you before blowing my load, and had you stand up and turn around. My dick slid into your sopping pussy and you gasped as I slid all the way to the hilt in one motion. You held onto the back of the toilet as I started working in and out of you, the sound of my cock squishing in and out of you loud in the small bathroom. You were starting to get close, and so was I but it was hard to cum standing up, so I stopped and turned us around. I sat on the toilet and pulled you on top of me, just like we were, but in a sitting position. You started riding me, almost ready to cum when we heard the door to the bathroom open, the sounds of the road coming in with the visitor. I reached down and pulled your legs up, making it look as if I were alone in the bathroom, if he happened to look under the stall. You placed your feet on my knees, which allowed me to let go of your legs. As we listened to they guy unzip his pants and start to piss into the urinal, I reached around and started playing with your clit. I could feel your pussy start to vibrate and pulse around my cock as the guy continued to relieve himself less than a foot away from us. Suddenly, you clamped your hands over your mouth as your orgasm started. I could feel your juices flowing around my cock as you came, and it was just the barest of miracles that the guy finished up, and left before you gave us both away. Just as the door closed behind him, you let out one clearly audible squeal, which drove me over the edge. My cum started blasting out of my cock, mixing with your hot pussy juices, and I could feel the power of each blast rock you as you laid back against me, exhausted from both the power of the orgasm and the impact of what we'd done. After resting for a minute, you got up, used some toilet paper and cleaned up, and I did what I'd originally come into the bathroom for while you dressed. Finally relieved, (in more ways than one!) we opened the bathroom door to leave, just as the attendant walked around the corner of the building. We smiled at him, as he first looked shocked, then, as he smiled back at us, we walked to the car and drove on. Oh, we always had SUCH fun when we traveled! Smiling to myself as I finished the memory, I dressed for the day, pulling clothes from the closet. I saw some of your dresses and blouses still hanging there. I hated to part with them as I was afraid your memory would fade if I got rid of everything. The kids had made me give away most of your clothes, and I'd even let myself be talked into taking down most of the pictures we'd taken over the years. But, not all. I reached over and ran my fingers down the sleeve of a pink silky-satin dress you'd bought to go to a New Years party in one year. It was a button down dress, soft to the touch, and you felt soooo wonderful wearing it. I always loved holding you while you were wearing it. I lifted the sleeve to my nose, still able to smell the perfume you were wearing that night. The party was in a huge high-rise in Chicago where some of my co-workers lived. They had organized a big celebration to kick off a new decade, and we'd decided to do it up right, since the party was being held by one of the big bosses. You'd bought the new dress, and were dressed to kill. Strappy high heels and seamed stockings accentuated the shape of your legs, and many times that night I'd watched you dance with one boss or salesman or just a guy that worked with us (I never could dance well, and you loved dancing…) and I'd seen you get more than one quick grope of your sexy tight ass as the dance wore on and the drinks flowed free. You didn't seem to mind, and you knew I didn't mind the occasional flirtation from a "stray". We shared a deep, passionate kiss as the clock struck midnight, and shared the first dance of the New Year together. You danced a few more times, a couple of fast ones, then a slow one with a guy who must've been more hands than dance, as you came back to where I was sitting flushed and excited. You took me by the hand, gathered your coat and purse and we made our way to the elevator. We entered the elevator, which was empty, and as the doors closed, you attacked me with a heated fervor I'd rarely seen. The kiss you gave me was hot enough to melt the fillings in my mouth, and your hand quickly unzipped my pants and reached inside to play with my cock. Pulling it out, you started jacking it slowly, as we continued to kiss and play tongue tag. The elevator "dinged" and the doors opened to the parking garage. You broke the kiss, and almost ran to the car. I "fixed" myself before stepping out, walking to the car as best I could with a hard dick. You were already in the back seat, your legs spread, and fingering yourself to a quick orgasm, as I opened the back door just in time to release your muted squeal as you came. I grinned as I got in the back seat with you, and closed the door. I leaned forward, looking at your trimmed pussy, seeing the wetness of your juice on your fingers and panties. I licked at your pussy, relishing the taste of you, smiling inwardly as you started to cum a second time in just a couple minutes of me doing you oral. Sitting up, I unzip my pants again, and pull out my already hard cock. You swivel around, and almost devour me, licking and sucking my cock as if you'd not had anything to eat in weeks. As you were sucking my cock, I reached over you and pulled your skirt up, exposing your panty covered ass so I could touch and fondle you as you licked my cock. I raised up in the seat and turned over back the way you were, and took your panties off of you, so I could have easy access to your hot pussy. As I slid my cock into you, you started unbuttoning the dress. Starting in the middle, you worked to both ends, opening the dress wide so you were completely exposed to me in the back seat of that car. The car was moving in time to my thrusts and the hard nipples of your tits were moving counterpoint, your sighs and moans filling the inside of the car. We were going along good, when, without warning, the door at your head opened, revealing a rather large black man standing there looking down at your surprised face, the gold of his badge reflecting the overhead lights around the inside of the car. We had been so into each other, we hadn't even noticed the security guard earlier, but he found us without a problem. Grinning down, he said we could either have some fun, or have some problems, whichever we wanted. You looked at me, and I looked at you, then you grinned to me, knowing what I wanted. Lying back, you reached up and unzipped his pants, releasing his very dark cock, which appeared almost as black as ink in comparison to the pale skin of your hand. His teeth glittered in the dark skin of his face as you started to jack him, pulling him to you so he could put his dick in your mouth, your tongue starting to wash the head of it, licking and swirling around it just before he started fucking it into your mouth. I'd stopped fucking you as all this happened, just watching as you attended to him. Watching his black dick slide into your mouth, deeper and deeper. You never were able to deep throat him all the way, but he didn't seem to mind. I started moving in and out of you slowly as you sucked his cock, pushing deep into you and pushing you onto his cock with every stroke. He started moving with my rhythm, his cock dipping deeper into your mouth each time I shoved into your pussy. The harder I fucked, the harder he fucked, and the more you moaned around the cock in your mouth. I could feel you tense as your orgasm built, your silken legs wrapping around my back, pulling me into you. I watched as your hands crept around his ass, pulling him as deep as you could take him into your mouth, and suddenly, as if on cue, all three of us started cumming. Your orgasm making you squeal around his cock which set him off, sending cum shooting out of his cock deep down your throat, spurting out around the sides of your lips. The sight of the cum pouring from your mouth was sooo erotic, I started cumming into your pussy… blast after blast of my cum which had been building all night as I watched you dress, then dance at the party, then sucking on the black man's cock as we fucked in the back seat of our car. We rocked that way for a good couple of minutes, then the security guard smiled to us as he zipped up, and walked away. Bet he told that story quite a few times over the years. I know I've relived it a few times in my mind. Its kind of hard not to keep that night in mind, because our youngest daughter was conceived that night. But the dress and the smell of that perfume brings back the memories sooo strong. You enjoyed that night, even though we never did that particular thing again, you did speak of it from time to time when we made love, because you knew it never failed to turn me on beyond all belief. I walked into the kitchen for a pot of coffee and some breakfast. It was funny. Today was going so well, and for once, my hands weren't even hurting. Today is a great day! I poured water into the pot, and started the coffee. Turning on the stove for bacon and eggs, I got down a pan from the rack overhead. You always made some kind of breakfast for me. You weren't a big breakfast eater, but you knew I always wanted a little something when I got up. Sometimes bacon and eggs, sometimes just some donuts and milk. And, on rare occasion, you'd join me… but usually, you'd just sit and talk with me and drink coffee. Which was fine. We always had something to talk about. We enjoyed each other's company as much as we enjoyed sex. I got the eggs out of the fridge, and bumped the kitchen table as I did. It creaked when I bumped it, which brought to mind one time when you were cooking dinner. I had just come home from work, and flipped on the TV (still black and white at the time….we didn't own a color one til later). You were in the kitchen, I walked in and gave you a "Hi, honey! I'm home!" kiss, when you kissed me harder in return. The quick kiss I usually got turned into one that just kept going and going. Thoughts of a beer before dinner quickly forgotten, as I pulled you tight, and took the kiss to the next level. You put your arms around my neck, and we just continued the kiss for what seemed like forever. I think that was one of the most wonderful kisses I'd ever gotten in my life. I leaned you back on the kitchen table, knocking off a glass in the process, and lifted your skirt to find you without any underwear on at all. I smiled and had you for dinner that night, eating you through 2 orgasms, and fucking you through at least two more. The creaking from the kitchen table as I slid my cock in and out of you mixed with the moans and groans of you cumming, and the loud squeak as I burrowed into you deeply and growled my response. Every time that table squeaked from then on brought back memories of that evening, and some of the other times we'd made love in the kitchen. I cooked and ate breakfast, and was standing at the sink washing the dishes I'd used, thinking about making love to you. We had managed to have sex in every room of the house several times, including the basement, which you weren't too fond of because of the spiders that loved to make nests in the corners from time to time. One time, as we were going at it on the washer, you jumped off my cock, and screamed because a spider crawled on your hand just as you were about to cum. I killed the spider, standing in front of the washer with my pants down around my ankles, my still hard cock waving in the breeze. It took a year or so, but we finally got the washer "initiated" properly. And, the one we replaced it with too, a few years later. As I put the freshly washed pan into the dish drainer, I looked out the window to the gazebo I'd built for you in the back yard. We used to sit out there on warm summer nights and look at the stars, watch the fireflies late at night when the kids were asleep. And, a couple times, even though there were neighbors around, we made love out there on the floor of the gazebo, the cicadas fiddling their way through another summer night. Sex in the gazebo was often slow and sweet as we enjoyed the warmth of the boards on our bodies, and the time stolen alone from the noise and the kids and the day to day work. Just some time for us. Smiling fondly, I looked over at the garage and remembered the time we'd gotten a quickie out there one Saturday morning. I'd started mowing the yard (hated the old push mowers!) and had stopped for a minute to grab a file and sharpen a blade. You came out of the house with a glass of lemonade for me, and you watched as I stroked the file down the blade, again and again. Just as I stood to put the file back on the table, you moved over to me and simply said "Fuck me." Never one to turn down a good opportunity, I pulled you to me, but you pushed me away, not wanting to get my sweat on your dress. You stepped back, turned around, lifted the back of your dress, and presented me with your pussy. "Fuck me" you said again. I unzipped my pants, and pulled out my already hard cock (ah, the abilities of the young!), stepped up behind you and started sticking it in. You sighed and quivered as I slowly sank into your dripping pussy, gasping as I finally buried to the hilt. Moving back and forth, I watched my cock as it went in and out of your pussy, glistening in the sunshine through the windows from the wetness of you. I held your hips and did exactly what you wanted. I fucked you. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, knowing that anybody could come by and look in the garage door windows and see me fucking you over the workbench. So erotic was it, that, all too soon, I felt the cum start boiling in my balls, and flow through my dick, erupting into you. Feeling the cum flowing into your pussy set you off, as you stiffened and shuddered as your own orgasm hit. We stood locked like that for a few minutes, just relishing the afterglow of the hot fuck we'd just shared. I pulled out, and you let your dress drop back into place. You reached up and carefully kissed me on the lips (still not getting my sweat on your dress) then walked back into the house, looking over your shoulder as you went in with a gleam in your eyes and a grin on your face. I was never so grateful for a glass of lemonade as I was that day. With a sigh, I walked into the living room, still reminiscing about the sharp taste of the lemonade and the expression on your face that day. Opening the curtains, I watched the cars going past on the street, all hustle and bustle on this sunny spring morning. You used to sit on the couch in front of the window here and read a book, or sew, or just watch TV. We'd had sex untold numbers of times on that couch, and I'd even watched you masturbate a few times as we watched some X-rated movies. There was a postman you were fond of teasing as you sat on that couch, sometimes giving him a glimpse of a "little too much" as you sat and read the paper, or a book as he had to come to the front door where the mailbox is. You and he played that game for a long time, until he left a note with the mail saying he was moving. It was kind of like the passing of an era for you, and I think you sometimes missed him and your morning teases. I opened the front door, retrieved the morning paper and the mail from the box, and closed it back. Nothing in the paper, as usual. The comics weren't even funny today. A quick look through the mail, nothing but ads today, not even a bill for once. I smiled as I remembered your saying for mail like today's. "No bills are good bills!" I guess I heard you say that thousands of times, but I never really thought I'd miss it. But today, I smiled as I heard you say those words again in my mind. Walking over to my easy chair, I picked up the remote to flip on the TV. Sitting down, I didn't. I placed the remote back on the table and just looked over to the couch. Over to the place where you'd sat at least once every day since we'd owned it. I remembered the last time you'd sat on that couch, just watching out the window. Watching the clouds and the cars go by. You looked at me and said, "Take me to the bedroom and make love to me." I'd been reading the paper, some nondescript story about some political nonsense that was the topic of the day. I looked up to you, folded the paper and placed it on the chair. I walked over to the couch, and picked you up, which wasn't something you were really expecting, and carried you to the bedroom enjoying the feel of you in my arms, enjoying the feel of your arms around my neck. I placed you gently on the bed, and laid beside you. Gently, we exchanged kisses, slowly unbuttoning and unsnapping each others clothes, the slowness as much a factor of time as of the passion we felt. We weren't young any more, but the love was there. And the desire for each other. Finally naked, I looked at you, seeing the beautiful young girl you were, and seeing the magnificent woman you were. You smiled at the look in my eyes, and pulled me to you, on top of you, kissing me, touching my arms, my back, my chest, not caring about the gray in my hair, or the lines in my face, caring about them as little as I cared about the same things in yours. My cock stiffened again as you reached down and jacked me slowly, then guided me into you. The sigh you made as I entered you was so familiar, yet still as exciting to me as it was the first time I heard it so many years ago. I slowly made love to you, my cock moving slowly in and out, feeling your pussy around my cock, still wonderful after all the times we'd made love, had sex, or even just flat out fucked. Sex that day was wonderful. I was able to stay hard long enough for you to have two orgasms as I fucked you, then I rolled us over and held you close as I fucked up into you for one last one from you. I came then, and we laid there for about an hour afterward, just holding each other. Sharing touches and kisses, then pulling the covers over ourselves, holding each other close as we drifted into sleep. I remember waking that afternoon, still holding you in my arms, but knowing something was different. And, without moving, I knew you'd gone on to wait for me, gone on to find a place for us to be. This Morning When I woke up, you were still sleeping. I got out of bed quietly, and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. While the coffee was brewing, I walked outside to pick up the newspaper. It had turned pretty cool overnight and I knew you would enjoy staying in bed while you read the paper and drank your coffee. The pot was full when I got back to the kitchen, so I filled two cups, picked up the paper and headed back for the bedroom. Pushing the door open I saw you lying there, legs spread and eyes closed tight while your fingers probed your pussy. Your left hand was squeezing your breast as your fingers pinched your hard nipple. Your tongue wet your lips as your breath grew ragged. "Want some help?" "Uh uhh," you said, shaking your head. "Mine." Thrilled to be able to watch, I sat down the paper and one of the coffees, leaned back against the doorframe and sipped my French Roast while I watched you pleasure yourself. This time, it was pure animal. It was obvious that this was all about your pleasure. You didn't want to have to worry about what I was doing, or whether I was enjoying it. You knew exactly where you wanted to be touched with how much pressure and, by god, you were going to get it. I could see your juices glistening on the inside of your thighs. Your fingers were covered, too. I watched as you pushed two, then three fingers deep inside. A few strokes then back to your clit. You couldn't seem to decide which sensation your wanted more. Small sounds were coming from you. Not mouth sounds. Sounds from down in your throat. Grunts and groans. Jagged sounds. Animal sounds. Every time your fingers plunged into your cunt, it was as if the air was being forced through your whole body to your vocal chords. Plunge, grunt, plunge, grunt. It was immediate. Your hand was moving faster now and small beads of sweat had formed on your upper lip and forehead. The hair on your temples was wet. I saw the muscles in your stomach tighten as your orgasm came closer. Your hand was moving furiously. Forget the fingers in the pussy. Now it was all about your clit. Your middle finger was in the valley between your labia grinding on your little bud. Your two outboard fingers massaged your pussy lips, pressing them together to increase the pressure on your clit. Your legs were tensed and your breathing had turned to a pant with a grunt accompanying each exhale. Then you started to moan. Low at first, but building to a scream as your orgasm ripped through you. Your body arched so that only your feet and shoulders were touching the bed. Your thighs and calves tightened and displayed corded muscles. Your stomach, too. Your breasts quivered as a spasm coursed through your body. Two seconds...five seconds...ten seconds. On and on it went until, finally, you jerked your hand from your mound and collapsed on the bed. Every muscle limp...your breath betraying your exhaustion...your hair now plastered to your forehead. I took a loud sip of coffee and you smiled. "Did you like watching?" I rocked my hand back and forth, "Eh, it was okay, I guess." With your eyes still closed, you said, "You can be a real shit, you know." "Yes, but you loved having me here, didn't you? I'll bet you were just going to bring yourself off quietly until I walked back in the room. It changed everything, didn't it?" "Mmmm, I liked having you watch me." "Well, I have to admit, it was pretty enjoyable for me, too. In fact, what are we going to do about this," I said as I pulled my erect penis from my shorts. "I just showed you what I can do on my own. Maybe you should show me what you can do." "Ya think?" I looked in your eyes and saw a sparkle...pure excitement...pure lust. You raised your brows and shook your head slightly. "I want to watch you. I've never seen you jack off before. And, I want you to do something for me...something dirty." "What?" "Cum on me. Cum all over my tits and my stomach like they do in the videos." Well, that did it. I sat my coffee on the dresser. With my left hand, I pushed my shorts down and tucked them under my balls while my right hand wrapped around my cock. I slowly started stroking my dick keeping my eyes locked on your face. For the first few moments, your eyes were on mine, but you couldn't resist and you had to look down. You watched as my hand went up and down the length of my penis. A little pre-cum leaked out the tip and you licked your lips as I caught it and used it to lubricate my shaft. Knowing that you were watching...having your eyes follow each move of my hand...I felt myself growing more and more excited. I knew it wouldn't be long before I shot my load. After our night of lovemaking, I wondered what I would even have to shoot, but I didn't care. I was enjoying every moment of this. You sat up on the bed and scooted toward the end. "Come over here," you demanded. I stepped toward the bed staying about a foot from you. You were in a perfect position to take the head of my cock between your lips, but you didn't move toward me. You just watched. You watched while my hand moved up to cover the thick, purple head. You watched when I stroked toward my body, pulling the skin tight. I could see your eyes concentrating on every detail. You looked up and met my eyes. "Cum for me. Shoot your cum on me. It was so exciting having you watch me earlier and I'm excited again. I want you to cum all over me." You dropped your eyes back down to my dick and licked your lips. I could feel my orgasm building deep inside me. I knew this was not going to be just a little dribble, even after last night. Suddenly, there was a groan coming from me. I almost never groan, but I couldn't help it. I clamped my hand tighter and started stroking more violently, now. I could feel it coming...feel the fire in my balls. "Oh, god! Uhhhhhh," I shouted as streams of semen shot from me. Long, milky ropes of cum splashed on your face and down your chest. My hand was flying on my cock and squirt after squirt of ejaculate trailed across the distance between us and landed on your body. You closed your eyes and lifted your chin. Splashes on your neck and nipples. Long strings trailing down your breasts and belly. Then, when no more was coming out, I looked down to see you smiling. It covered you. Strings and puddles all over you. You raised your hand to your face and wiped a puddle from your cheek and stuck your fingers in your mouth. I stepped closer, put my hands on your shoulders and pushed you back on the bed. Leaning over, I kissed your lips and buried my tongue in your mouth. Breaking the kiss, I moved my head down to your breast and took your cum covered nipple between my lips. Softly, I licked it clean. I lowered my body to yours and smeared us both. Then, I moved further down to lick my cum from your lower belly before burying my tongue in your soaked cunt. You moaned as soon as my mouth touched your flesh. But, that's another story... This Morning I woke up this morning feeling incredibly horny. Every move my young sexy body made under those satin sheets drove me nuts. Every time my hot pussy rubbed against the bolster between my legs, I could feel myself getting wetter. My sensitive nipples were kept erect from friction against my sheets every time I moved. I knew I had to get a stiff cock up my dripping pussy soon. The good thing about me is that I have this incredibly tight pussy. Any cock that finds its way past my smooth hairless nether lips never fails to give me a good time. I've never had a Caucasian cock before, only Japanese ones. The longest was about nine inches, although most I encounter average around five inches. Even with what I would consider globally below average penis sizes, I still feel stretched and filled up because I'm so tight! I stroked my nipples gently bringing them rock-hard to their full length. The sensations caused me to moan and my legs to spring open wide. Oh yeah… that's another thing about me. I have these impossibly sensitive nipples and they seem to be connected to my legs and cunt. Every time my nipples are fondled or pinched or sucked upon (basically any touch), my pussy starts getting wet and my legs start to twitch and I have to control myself to prevent them from spreading out wide! Of course, this poses certain problems, as I love wearing short skirts, micro mini skirts to be exact. The guy I go out with occasionally knows this and he loves teasing my nipples in public and watching me squirm as I try to keep my thighs together. He's really good at what he does though (especially when he gives my nipples a good hard pinch and twist).Moreover, he succeeds in making me lean back against his chest, eyes closed, moaning quietly and legs spread wide open for the world to see eight times out of ten. He doesn't let me finger myself though, so I have to beg him to stop the teasing torture and finger me to orgasm. He does. Sometimes. Yup, so I stopped fondling my own tits and jumped out of bed. I decided there and then to meet up with Hiroshi in school. (He's the one with the nine-inch dick and the "magic fingers"). After washing up and putting on my make-up, I quickly checked the weather forecast. Another glorious Sapporo summer day! Twenty-eight degrees Celsius with only a tiny chance of a shower! I stepped to my wardrobe and quickly picked out one of my favorite outfits. An ultra tiny canary yellow micro-mini skirt with a hint of a flare at the hem and a white sleeveless blouse that ended just below my firm young breasts and exposed my flat, tanned tummy. I stepped into the skirt and pulled it past my long slim legs up to my tiny waist before fastening it. Next, I put on my thin white blouse and buttoned two out of four buttons exposing a generous amount of cleavage. As usual I did not wear a bra (do I even have any of those stupid things?) since I enjoyed the constant friction of clothes against my nipples. I then stepped into my matching yellow three-inch high heels and examined myself in the mirror. The image that looked back at me looked like an advertisement for sex! There was absolutely no doubt that the body clad in white and yellow in the mirror was obviously designed and built for pleasure. My super short yellow skirt was only about two inches below my pussy lips and my nipples were visible under the thin material of the blouse. The fact that my nipples were straining to poke their way out of the shirt seemed to add to their visibility as well! My sexy long legs were finished off with the lovely pair of heels that added to my allure! After checking my make-up one last time, I left the house. I only live on the fifth storey of my apartment building, so I decided to take the stairs. There was a FED-EX guy walking up the stairs as I made my way down. He looked right up my long slim legs and sexy short skirt. I've had guys look up my skirt before, but this guy stared sooo hard that it almost felt as if he was raping me! Now I did not feel like being molested in a stairwell on my way to school so I walked the rest of the way past him with my hips demurely turned away at an angle. As I stepped out of the main entrance doors of my apartment block, a slight wind was blowing. I felt a distinctly familiar sensation between my legs and realized that I forgot to put on my panties!! This was confirmed when I subtly reached under the ultra short hem of my skirt and touched my smooth pussy lips... Oh no! No wonder the FEDEX guy's eyes were popping out of his head!! I must have been a sight to behold! I turned to go back home to throw on a nice lacy g-string only to discover that I had forgotten my keys! Oh no again!! Now I would have to go through the day naked beneath my impossibly brief skirt! I mean, I've gone without panties beneath my dresses before, but never in a skirt this short!! I wondered how many people would accidentally get a glimpse of my bald beaver today... I knew I had to be very careful about how I sat, stood or walked today. With that thought in my head, I gathered myself and set off for the bus stop. ***** Would love to continue the story if you guys like… This Morning I woke early in the morning with the sun beating down hot on my naked body. It had been so hot last night in Spain that I could lie next to you clothed. I checked the clock and saw we had over two hours before we had to get to the market in the village. I turned onto my side and watched you sleeping. My eyes devoured the hard curves of your back down to your tight ass which was hidden by the thin, cotton sheet. It took all my strength not to run my finger up and down your spine to wake you. Instead I moved gently towards you, mindful of not waking you up. Well, not yet anyway. I took my face close to your ear and began whispering. "I want your hands on my breasts, kneading, squeezing, pinching my nipples so hard I have to control my scream. I want you to throw me on my back, force my legs apart and nuzzle your stubbly chin into my soft, wet cunt and flick my clit with your tongue and tongue my gaping hole. I want you to force your fist into my pussy and wiggle your fingers inside me making me scream and beg for you to let me come. I want your throbbing, hard cock in my tight ass while your fingers work my cunt and clit." As I moved through my list I got louder and louder, and began what I was resisting. Very gently at first, I ran one finger up and down your spine and across the top of your ass, then I moved onto pulling my nails up and down your hard back. The harder I pulled, the more you stirred until your eyes were open and you were staring. Your eyes connected to me and you bore into my soul, and I knew you had heard what I had said. A thick, knowing smile spread across your face. It would be begin. Before I had realised what was happening, your weight was bearing down on top on me. You were using your hands to pin my arms down and your legs had spread mine wide about, and I could feel your hardness, through the sheet, pressed up against my hip. When I took stock of the situation, I felt a flood gate open in my pussy and I knew I had to have you. I began rubbing myself off against your leg and the friction of the sheet, against my intimate area and your thigh, threatened to push me over the edge too early. You nuzzled your head into my neck and kissed me tenderly in time with my grinding. I could feel your heart beating hard and quickly and my breath quickening with each kiss. You were squeezing and releasing my arms which you also did in time with my grinding hips. "Stop," you said as you bit my neck hard. I move my head to look at you, confusion spread across my face. "Not too quickly." I nodded dumbly and stopped my grinding. You released my arms and knelt back between my legs. I'd have bruises there tomorrow. My pussy was desperate for attention and I was sure my juices were free flowing onto the sheets below. I propped myself up to get a proper look at you. Your short, blonde hair was sticking up at interesting angles, your angular jaw was awash with day-old stubble, but it was your eyes that caught me. It always took me by surprise at the intense aqua colour they shone in the sun. They captivated me and I was sure they could almost get me off without you having to touch me. You caught me staring and laughed. Even your laugh had the power to pull at my clit. I broke eye contact, embarrassed and my obvious lust, and followed your body down, past your muscular shoulders to your strong, powerful chest. One of my most favourite things was to run my fingers through the blonde hair on your chest and I couldn't stop myself doing it now. I circled my hands across, making sure I gently tugged at your nipples, making you gasp and giggle at the look of pleasure in my eyes. I slowly moved my hands down your toned abs until I reached the tell tale sign that I was heading to heaven. With each movement of my hand lower following that trail, your breathing increased in labour and my pussy became more and more in need of being touched. I took one hand and began to touch my wetness and play with myself, giving you a hint of what I needed. But you weren't concentrating because my other hand moved to your swollen shaft and was slowly pumping up and down. I looked up and met your eyes as I moved my head slower to your purple, veined dick. I opened my mouth and took your head in but I didn't close my lips. I quickly retracted. "Come on Baby," you say as I did it again. "I want you to need your cock in my mouth. When you do, I'll suck your cock dry, Baby!" I laugh and gently tug your throbbing cock. You groan and try to thrust your hard prick into my mouth but I push you back too hard, and you fall backwards onto your ass. I smiled my most wicked smile as you manoeuvre yourself into a comfortable lying down position. I crawled my way up your legs until I reach your dick and I take you all the way into my mouth. I flick out my tongue and begin to lick your balls as I bob up and down. I alternate between shallow and deep thrusts, going fast then slow as I try and eek out your release. I want your come in my mouth, but I need it in my pussy. I can feel your breath quicken and I know it's nearly time. I stop and begin to move onto my back. You follow my movements. I lie back and close my eyes, as I feel your hot breath on my pussy lips. You know that I love you licking me down there, and you like to tease me until I beg. You run your hands slowly up and down the inside of my thighs but never touch my cunt. Again, I feel my juices flow again and I know I'm dripping wet, ready for you. Even though you've not touched me yet, I can feel myself close to the edge with the anticipation of things to come. Your right hand leaves my thigh and you place it over my soaked gash. Firmly, but slowly, you began rubbing my whole pussy, applying particular pressure to where my clit is hiding and tingling. You know this drives me crazy and that made your dick twitch with longing. I push my hips and cunt into your hand and begin humping while I pull at my nipples and knead my tits. Sometimes I fantasise about you having at least 4 hands, each one doing something different. I feel myself getting closer and closer, then you suddenly remove your hand and replace it with your mouth. You part my lips with your tongue and you run it up and down my cunt, circling my clit and moving in and out of my gaping hole. "Oh fuck, that feels so good," I whisper as I grind against your mouth, forcing your tongue deeper into my cunt. I look down and you're staring at me, watching my every expression waiting for signs that I need to be fucked. I smile and throw my head back into the bed. I love that you know my body so well. You leave my gash and suck hard on my clit. I scream and grab your head and push you into me. Three fingers find me and push deep inside and begin fucking. I match them with my hips and lose myself in the rhythm. I feel my orgasm building with every thrust. "Now, please do it now." I say and you obey. You stop and move your body over me, placing your cock at my ready entrance. I open my legs wider then circle your hips with them. My hands run up and down your sides and over your chest then down to your cock. I start to guide you in but you know best. With a powerful thrust you push yourself into me fully. We both moan and we know it won't be long. I feel my cunt adjusting to having your full length inside me and I begin rocking my hips up and down your shaft. I clench and release my pussy like I'm milking you of your salty liquid. We bump together, getting faster and faster, as our orgasms approach. I run one hand up and down your back and the other up and down your front. I look up at you and lift my head slightly off the bed. I open my lips slightly and take them to yours. As our lips touch I can feel my pussy spasm and your thrusts become more desperate. Your tongue pushes my lips apart, and I acquiesce willingly. Our tongues entwine as we hungrily kiss, as if it were our last chance before the world ended. The bed starts creaking and banging against the wall as our fucking nears the end. I run my hands down your back for the final time, and squeeze my fingers and nails into your ass and pull you deeper into me. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh. FUCK." You kiss me again as I feel my orgasm explode across my body, starting in my cunt. Waves and waves of tingly pleasure vibrate around my body as my pussy releases and contracts around your cock. You feel my orgasm around your member but it doesn't stop your thrusting. You pump hard and fast as I moan and continue to pull you deep into me. You look me dead in the eye and I lean up to kiss you once more. You groan into my mouth as you spill your hot, salty seed deep into my pussy. Your thrusts slow and I use my cunt to milk every last drop out of you. You don't withdraw but rest your body on top of mine. I wrap you in my arms and gently stroke your back. You nuzzle and gently bite and kiss my neck, and I lick a strip of sweat of your shoulder. The fruits of our endeavour. I keep up my milking until you pull your dick out of me and kneel back into the bed. It's not as hard as before but still retains some of its girth. Our comes have made it slick and shiny and irresistible. I position myself in front of it, and use my right hand to grab it and bring you to me. I slowly lick your cock clean of our juices and then take your head into my mouth to make sure you are totally spent. You gasp and run your hands through my hair. When I'm satisfied you're done, I stop and kneel up in front of you. You bring your mouth to me and we fall back onto the bed. We lie on our sides and I bring one leg up and let it fall over your hip and wrap around your ass and leg. "I love you," you say as we fall lie in each others arms, thinking of what we'll do the next time we fuck. This Morning A HUGE Thank You to all who posted comments, public and private, on my first submission. I was thinking of you, Sir, when I recorded this... * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (4.5 min/mp3) * * * * * This Morning, Waking You This morning, I lingered in bed a while, wishing you were beside me. The day is overcast, filtering the light like a washed-out photograph, or a dream itself, and I thought of how you would seem like a soft, imagined scene in some movie when I woke and saw you there, your hair across the pillow, the slow rise and fall of your shoulders with each breath. The sheet would have slipped in the night, tangling around your waist, and even the slight shadows cast by the hollow of your neck, by your nipples, by one arm as, without waking, you stretched it above your head languorously. I might bend close – close enough that your breath would warm my cheek – but I would not dare, for many minutes, to caress your soft skin, your delicious, inviting curves, in any way save with my eyes. But how my eyes would touch you, though – gazing with such exquisite longing at your slightly-parted lips, at your cheeks, pink with the flush of sleep, at the ridge of your collarbone like the edge of some perfect beach, and the slope downward to the rising waves of your breasts – and the curve of your belly, half-surfaced from beneath the sheets and so desirable. I would watch, holding that moment as long as possible, but I would also feel the stirrings of a need that could only be held back for so long, a need rising from the depths inside me as surely as its outward evidence pushed eagerly against the sheet covering my body from the waist down. There would be so many delicious ways to wake you, it would be difficult to decide. My lips would hover over your mouth, your earlobe, the curve of your shoulder; my hand would be millimetres from cupping one breast, the side of my index finger so close to your nipple that it would begin to stiffen just from the change in the air; I would roll to my side ready to slip one leg over yours, beneath the sheets. But then, just before taking any of these next steps, I would notice how far your legs had spread apart, how easy it would be to lift the sheet quietly and kneel between; and there would be no other choice to make. The waking world would begin to call to you, a slow, indefinite surfacing from your dreams into that half-life where fantasy and reality intertwine, from the moment the sheet slid aside. The cool air would raise goosebumps along your thighs, and your eyes would flutter to almost opening, then settle again, over and over like a butterfly newly emerged into the light. Normally, you would reach out with your legs, blindly seeking the edge of the bedclothes to slip back beneath – but there would be another sensation distracting you pleasurably, the delicate satisfaction of a need that only became more certain the closer you came to the waking world. Would that be the first sense you were sure of, my darling, before your eyes focused and you could hear the soft gasp of my breath in between diving to the depths of your growing wetness? Or perhaps in the confusion of coming to life, it would appear to you as some deep, violet glow, as the taste of salt on your lips, as things slowly sorted themselves out. Perhaps your body would already be reacting, hips rolling, hands covering your breasts, before you fully realized my tongue, tracing each delicate fold of you, dipping into your nectar as surely and deftly as any feeding hummingbird, riding the throb of your increasing need – and my hands on you, fingertips stroking from halfway to the sensitive depths of your inner thighs, and as you lifted your hips, sliding further back, cupping your bottom in both palms, teasing at the cleft as you began to writhe and offer yourself more fully to me? Slowly, all would become clear, and your hands would slide down, caressing your breasts, stroking your own turgid nipples and moaning as you thrust forward to take more of my wriggling tongue into your cunt, shivers of pleasure wracking your body with each thrust, each slick caress – and is that one wet fingertip at your ass, teasingly twisting its way barely in and out the puckered opening? In concert with it, my tongue would withdraw to allow two fingers to fill you in front as well, sinking slowly but surely, caressing you in circles, curling up to find each spot that made you cry out, that made you thrust forward against their hardness, begging for more of my touch. And given their freedom, my lips would move up, settling around the hood of your clit and sucking at it, the tip of my tongue working its way against the delicate treasure hidden beneath, teasing and undulating against it, buzzing until you bent your head back and cried out my name, calling me to you, warning me that it would not be much longer before you would lose all control and the heat would rise within you inexorably toward conclusion? Hearing that cry, I would grin against you, my free hand sliding down to surround the already-aching shaft of my cock, stroking it into full readiness in perfect time with the thrust of my trembling fingers into you, one last time, opening you further than ever. Then, with a low groan in the back of my throat, I would climb up your body in a flash, the smooth head of my hardness gliding, slick with its own wetness, up along your thigh. Before it reached its ultimate goal, my mouth would be against yours, kissing you hungrily, my tongue introducing itself between your lips as a harbinger of what was so soon to come, my eyes burning into yours, claiming you again as my own. My hands would find your wrists, holding you down against the mattress, and there I would be, so close, so ready, swelling even before the tip pressed gently inward and you opened up so willingly ... filling you inch by perfectly-fitting inch, you lifting your hips and taking me in deeper, and deeper, until our bodies are pressed so close together you could not fit a sheet of paper between us, and we are completely, utterly, fully one. For that moment, everything would halt, even the air would fall still, our pulses the only thing indicating that time still marched on, blood still pumping from our hearts down to where our beings were so totally joined. With each beat, my cock would twitch inside you. Then, in a rush, like tipping over the edge of a waterfall, we would thrust together madly, a tangle of limbs, moaning and gasping and rocking together, hard and fast. Sweat would sheen our skin; the scent of our arousal would fill the room, thick and pungent. We would ride each other's bodies, clutching tightly as if there were no other stable point available; as if the earth itself were quaking and all we could do is go along with the movement of the continents. Later, I would reflect on how beautiful you had been in this moment, my lover; how the passion had shone in your eyes, how you had moved with the grace of clouds arcing across the morning sky, how my heart had almost burst with adoration when your lips shaped my name. But lost inside everything, every thought given to our race for the ultimate pleasure, both giving and receiving, all I knew was that you were mine, and that I was yours, both owner and owned in that sweet, stolen, sinful act of lust and desire and yes, love; we could not give our bodies this fully if we were not touching each other that completely, as well – but yes, so lost, so suffused with your taste across my tongue, your skin fully pressed to mine, the keen of your voice in my ear as we moved closer and closer ... You'd hook your legs around me, pulling my hips tighter against you with each thrust, feeling me swell with the slick, delicious friction of your grip, and your arms would close behind my back, nails digging into each shoulderblade, our kisses more savage, hungry for the completion of this thing. And it would come rushing through us like a freight train, like the roar of a jet taking off just overhead, it would press us harder into the bed, every muscle tensed in two bodies, every inch of each of us consumed by unending fire – – it would hit you first, burying you in joy like an avalanche, so pure you would laugh and cry and scream all at once, your body shuddering beneath me, your cunt in spasms around me, and that would pull me in as well, bending my head to the sky and howling, a flood pouring from both of us at once, every gate burst open and riding through burst after burst of pleasure, until finally we lay together, quivering, still locked in an embrace, bodies heaving, holding urgently to a moment neither of us would ever, in several lifetimes, dare to forget. This Morning As I sat in the recliner, suddenly tired from the morning, I looked out the window, and watched the clouds, watched the cars go by in the hustle and bustle of that sunny spring morning. I closed my eyes, and sighed, suddenly feeling a sharp pain. Then, it seemed to me as if the world shifted, like a weight lifted from my shoulders, and from my heart as I heard your voice call to me from the bedroom. Smiling, and with a leap of joy in my soul, I arose from the chair to make love to you, to see the gleam in your eyes and the grin on your face. No more gray hair, no more wrinkles, no more pain, no more missing you. To make love to you in our home forever.