11 comments/ 314762 views/ 21 favorites A Close Shave Ch. 1 By: christo Ten minutes after I lost my virginity I made a very important life-decision-I was going to devote my life to getting laid. I was going to take the steps needed to insure that when I wanted sex, I could get it. I wasn't going to end up like the losers I knew in high school who pined after girls and jerked off to Playboy. I was gonna be the guy who READS Playboy. I'm not just bragging when I say that I'm a very attractive man. I've worked my ass off to get this way. I have some natural gifts-I'm six-three, blond, blue eyes, and I'm good-looking enough that I did some modeling in college. I'm not muscle-bound I'm quite fit. I work out and swim a lot and I have a black belt in tae kwon do, which comes in handy from time to time. I look good enough in a bathing suit that when I'm lying by the pool sunning myself just about every woman between the ages of 12 to 80 checks me out. I busted my ass in school and made the grades and connections you need to move up in the world. I have a great job that pays enough to let me live in the kind of style that women expect from a stud. When a woman agrees to go out with me she always finds me in a custom-made suit, driving a late-model Mercedes, with reservations at the best restaurants in town. It all comes with a price, of course, but women have the coin that spends with me. You're thinking, "What an arrogant prick." And you're right. I am arrogant. Because women love it. What really gets me hot, what really adds that extra little bit of spice to life, is when I take another man's women to my bed. Especially when the woman is married. I love that moment when I penetrate a woman who got up in front of her family and her God and swore she would be faithful. That's when I go into overdrive, giving her the fuck of a lifetime, a fuck she'll never forget. I make her fall in love with me, forget the jackass she promised to be true blue to, blah, blah, blah. Thing is, the second a woman falls for me is the moment I lose interest. The phone calls, the whining, the demands...fuck that. I remember this one line Steve Martin said on Saturday Night Life, talking about the qualities he wants in a wife, "To be there when I need her...and to be out of town, when I don't." Amen to that. I live in a chic townhouse complex, lots of upwardly mobile type like me pretending to be neighborly. I've made the rounds a bit, scoring here, scoring there. On one particular summer day, a real scorcher, I was lounging beside the pool, checking out the action. There were a group of women lounging in a loose circle, chatting away. The women were older than me, mostly in their late thirties and older forties, a group of bored housewives passing the time. One woman in the group caught me eye, as she had from the moment I first saw her. Her name was Mrs. Clay, or, as she insisted the day I met her, Rita. Very, very attractive woman. She was around 40, 15 years my senior, about five-three, petite, very pretty. She had short black hair and striking pale blue eyes. Small breasts, but firm, and very nice legs. She and her husband lived a few units over from me, I saw them from time to time, getting the mail, coming home from work. I knew she lusted for me, her body language screamed it during those brief encounters. Her husband was a total shit. I might be an arrogant prick, but he was mean, stupid, and nasty. I barely knew them and he talked to her like she was his dog. I was looking forward to hanging horns on him. The second I saw her I knew I had to have her. I took my time, there was no rush, I had plenty of action lined up and I could be patient and savor that moment when I would enjoy this sweet little treat. That moment was now, I decided. She was wearing a white one-piece suit, much too conservative for her still-ripe body. I stared at her through my sunglasses, not caring if she noticed. She did, looking over at me from time to time, checking me out, and seeing that I was checking her out. Her neck flushed red. Yes, this wasn't going to be a problem at all. I got up and jumped in the pool and swam some laps. I swam until I saw that the crowd around Rita had thinned out a bit. I got out of the pool, my body glistening in the sun, and walked past Rita and her friends. They looked at me, and I knew they liked what they saw, very much. I lay down on a chaise lounge just a few spaces away from them. I pretended to nap, letting the sun warm my toned body. I was right in Rita's line of sight, I knew she wouldn't be able to help herself. Two teenage girls walked by in bikinis, both of them on my list of future conquests. I ignored them, the best way to fan the flames in their young bodies. The older women watched them sashay past and I heard one of them say. "Wish I could still look like that in a bikini." Rita said, "So do I." I didn't look over, but I said. "You would look better than those two stringbeans in a bikini." The women fell stone silent. I lay still, totally relaxed. Rita said, "Oh, I couldn't wear something that skimpy." "Don't tell me you're shy." "Maybe a bit," she giggled. "And I'm not 18, I can't wear a suit like that anymore." I shrugged. "What a waste." I pretended to sleep. Ten minutes later their little bull session broke up. I didn't move. Behind my dark shades I watched Rita pretend to drop her book, then her suntan lotion, looking for an excuse to linger behind. This was going to be easy. She said, "Thank you for pretending that I looked as good as those girls." Fishing for compliments. I gave her a nibble. "You don't look as good as those girls. You look better." I pulled my sunglasses off. "Much better." She blushed. "I have a few bikinis, I just thought I was too old to wear them." "Your friends are too old, but you aren't. A beautiful woman is beautiful, her age doesn't matter." She was really red now. "It's very nice of you to say that." I put my shades back on and leaned back. "Just telling you the truth." I let her think the conversation was over, let her twist a little in the wind. Then I said, "What would be very nice would be seeing you here tomorrow wearing a bikini." She smiled. "I didn't even unpack them this year. And, anyway, to wear a bikini you have to, you know, get waxed and all that, and I haven't done that for the last few years." "You don't have to wax it, just shave it. You don't shave?" She laughed. "I can't believe what we're talking about." I waved a hand. "It's no big deal." "I've never shaved myself like that. I wouldn't know how." I stood up. "Then come with me. I'll show you." She looked like I'd just told her to come to Mars. "What did you say?" You have to be like that, you have to be direct. If you want to get laid you have to say so. "I want to fuck you," is the best line in my repertoire. You can spend six weeks dancing around the subject or you can say, "I'm going to fuck you, right now," and bring the drama to a conclusion. I held out my hand. "We'll go to my house. I'll shave you." She couldn't think of what to say, she was in shock. I didn't want her to think. "Rita, come with me." I took the limp hand she offered and slipped my arm around her waist. I took her bag and carried it for her, making sure my hands never lost contact with her. A simple touch on the cheek, or the arm, can break down resistance faster than all the sweet talk in the world. The second I pulled her close and our hips touched the die was cast. I was going to be inside this woman within the hour. Nothing short of a hydrogen bomb could stop that now. It was only a minute or so walk to my house. We had to be careful, it wouldn't do to have the neighbors see her go in with me, so we went around back and slipped in through the patio door. Once inside I took her up to the master bathroom, which has a huge bathtub. I started running hot water like I did this sort of thing every day. "I'll get a fresh razor and some cream," I said. When I came back she was sitting on the edge of the tub. "I don't think we should be doing this. It's wrong, it's crazy." "Why?" I asked. "I did this all the time for a girl I dated in college." "We aren't dating. I'm married." "I'm just going to shave you. And then you can show off in your bikini." "Nothing else will happen?" "Of course not." She believed me because she wanted to believe me. Or, rather, she couldn't believe that her fantasy was coming true. This sort of thing doesn't happen in real life, sexy young hunks asking married women if he can shave her pussy. She probably believed that as she took her suit off and stood naked before me. My instincts were spot on-she was delicious. The brown nipples that tipped her small breasts were already hard. She had nice, slim hips and her smooth legs were toned and sexy as hell. Her thatch was a bit thick, she really should have been trimming it. But she probably didn't care, since her shit husband was the only one who saw it. I would address the issue right now. "In the tub with you," I said. "Get nice and wet." She obeyed like a robot. Maybe now she was starting to realize that the situation was out of hand, that she was so compromised now that letting me fuck her wouldn't be such a betrayal after all. She sat on a small seat in the tub and I sat on the rail next to her. I lifted her up by her hips until her vulva was floating just above water. "Is the water too hot?" I asked. "No, it feels wonderful." "Good." I sprayed a thick ball of foam into my hand and, without preamble, began lathering up her snatch. She arched her back and groaned as I thoroughly coated her with the rich cream. "That feels good, that feels so good," she whimpered. "I know, I'm sorry, this won't take long." When she was ready I brought out the razor and began scraping away her pubic hair. It was hard going in places, but I worked slowly, using my fingers to spread her lips to get every hair around the delicate folds. Every time I touched her pussy she writhed and gasped and moaned. "Be still!" I hissed. "I can't!" she groaned. I diddled her clit and she shook all over. "Rita, stop that." I said sternly. "Then don't touch me there!" I inserted my middle finger deep inside her. "Where?" I asked, innocent now. "Uh, uh!" she gasped as I curled my finger and rubbed her G-spot. "Inside me! Don't touch me there! I can't bear it!" I withdrew my finger and started playing with her clitoris again. Her hips gyrated again, she grabbed my hand and pushed it away. I let her, since we were already well past the point of no return. "Do you want a bikini stripe? A little bit of hair right around here?" I asked, massaging right above her clit. "What do you think?" she gasped. "No. I think it would be better for you to be totally clean." I went back to work. It took me another 10 minutes of careful work to shave her into perfect bare plumpness. She had a beautiful pussy, pink, soft folds, delicious. As I poured warm water over her, washing away the foam, I began running my fingers between those folds, gently, then with more force. "Mrs. Clay," I said. "Please, call me Rita," she said, still trying desperately to keep this innocent. Hilarious. "Rita. I don't think I can just shave you." "No?" her voice wavered. "No. I've always thought you were sexy, I've wanted you since the day I saw you, but I didn't know I want you this much." I began massaging her thighs fingering her with more force. "Then we should stop," she said. I answered as I knew she wanted me to. "I don't want to stop. I want to fuck you. I want to eat this gorgeous pussy and then I want to fuck you." "No," she said. "Yes," I said. I helped her out of the tub and I wrapped a big terrycloth towel around her. "I want to fuck you right now." "No," she said, leaning back against me. I cupped her breasts in my hands and kissed her neck, then her earlobe. "I'm going to fuck you," I whispered. "Right now. Right here." "No," she said, spreading her legs so my fingers could stroke her pussy, She was soaking wet. I stepped back and pulled my suit off. My cock was erect and I pressed it against her ass. She threw her head back and cried, "Oh, God." "I'm going to fuck you. Now." Her warm hands closed around my cock and she began stroking it. "I can't believe this, I want you so much, hurry!" I scooped her up and carried her to my bed. I gently lay her down and then I kissed my way down her body, sucking her nipples, then licking her belly button, and then finally I reached her pussy. I tongued her deeply, burrowing my face into silky smooth pussy, and then I drew her clit into my mouth and began sucking her. She froze in place, her body quivering, and I inserted a finger inside her and she began twisting her hips and crying out in ecstasy as she came, I kept sucking her until she stopped shuddering, and then I sat up and mounted her. I was enormously erect and I speared myself inside her and her breath caught. "You're big, you're so BIG," she cried. I began moving my hips, slowly at first, but picking up the pace. This was not the time for a long, slow lovemaking session. Now she needed me to fuck her, to need her so bad that I would go insane with lust and pound at her. It would make her feel hot and sexy if I couldn't control myself in bed with her. So I didn't. I fucked her like a beast, slamming my cock in and out, crushing her breasts with my chest. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed, not caring anymore about her adultery. I kissed her ear and moaned, "Fuck, your bald pussy is so hot, and tight...I'm going to come soon." "Yes," she cried. "Come in me, please, I want to feel you let it go inside me." "Uh, UHHH!" I groaned with ecstasy. She was good, very good, very hot and passionate and I let myself go and I came within a half-dozen strokes. "Yes, I'm coming!" I bellowed and I ejaculated inside her. My semen gushed out in a flood and her eyes widened as my seed filled her up. I kept fucking her through my orgasm and my plunging cock stirred up a thick white froth in her pussy. At last, I was done. "I can't...I can't believe we did this," she said. "That I did this. I've never cheated on my husband before." This pleased me greatly, I always love to be the first person a woman cheats with. "I've never done this with someone who was married before," I lied. "It was wrong," "I know. But I wanted you so much, I had to touch you. I had to take that chance." "It was so good, so GOOD. I've never had a man make me feel as good as you." I kissed her. "I can make you feel even better, Rita. I can do things to you that you can't imagine. If you want to. If I can trust you to keep this quiet." She kissed me fiercely in reply. Excellent, I thought. She got her cigarettes out of her bag and she lay there, smoking, letting the excitement wind down. I watched her wrap her sexy lips around her cigarette and I felt my cock twitch, knowing that soon those lips would be around my cock. But not today. I let her smoke in peace, and when she stubbed out her cigarette on a tray by my bed I said, "You should go back home, before your husband get home. "You're right," she said. That pleased me, she was sensible, and she didn't cry and moan and beg to let me stay. Yes, she might be something very special... We both got dressed and I sent her on her way. "When can we get together again?" she asked. "Soon, baby, soon," I promised. And I meant it, too. She was a good fuck, a great one even, and I wasn't going to ditch her, no, not yet. I had plans for Rita Clay. But they would have to keep for the moment. A Close Shave Ch. 2 I was surprised to find that a full week after I seduced, shaved, and fucked Rita Clay I was still very interested in her. She was different from the women I usually took to my bed. Maybe it was the fact that she was old enough to be my mother. Maybe I just loathed her scumbag husband so much that screwing his sexy wife added that additional spice. Or maybe it was Rita herself, who was absolutely delicious in the sack and merited much additional study. A week later and I was lying in bed when the phone rang. I leaned over and answered it and heard Rita's excited voice say, "He's gone, he left on his trip. Do you still want to go?" "Of course," I said. "I made the reservations yesterday. Do you still want to go?" "Oh, darling, yes, I can't wait. What time should we meet?" Before I could answer the girl sucking my cock leaned up and said, "Do you want me to stop?" I covered the receiver and said, "Keep sucking until I tell you to stop." I said to Rita, "I'll pick you up around 6, is that OK?" "Oh, that sounds wonderful. You'll love what I'm wearing..." "I know I will. I'll see you soon. I can hardly wait." We said our goodbyes and I hung up. The girl, whose name was Danielle, let my cock slip from her lips. "You have a date tonight?" "Yes," I sighed. "You invite me over, make me give you a blow job, and you're taking another girl out tonight." She sounded pissed, and that irritated me, so I came down hard on her. "She's not a girl, she's a woman. You said you were going to some ridiculous frat party tonight, and that's not my scene. You want to go, go. You invited yourself over, not me, remember?" "Yeah," she said, lowering her eyes. Ah, sweet, slutty Danielle. She was the daughter of one of my boss's neighbors, and she was an absolute dream. She was tall, and had white-blonde hair that flowed to the small of her back. Her breasts were big, firm, and tipped with tiny brown nipples so sensitive I could make her come just by sucking them. She was only 18 years old, and conquering her had been about as hard as flipping a light switch. She was gorgeous, sure, but she was also an almost insufferable airhead. I met her when she wandered over to a pool party my boss threw, and after ten minutes talking to her I figured out why such a remarkable hottie was still a virgin. She was almost willfully oblivious to the world around her, and my subtle compliments and flirtatious innuendoes went right over her pretty head. When I realized what I was dealing with I quickly changed tactics. "Hey, you must be thirsty. Want a wine cooler?" She giggled. "I'm not 21." "Well, I won't tell if you won't." Four wine coolers later I asked, "Hey, are your parents home?" "No, they'll be gone allllll night." "Really." I drawled. "I'll bet your bedroom is all pink, and you probably have stuffed animals all over your bed..." "No, I don't!" she squealed. "Oh yeah? I don't believe you." "Then come on, I'll show you!" As easy as that. I think the silly girl actually thought I wasn't going to fuck her, even when I had her naked, lying on the bed, and my head between her legs. "Oh yes, oh yes, I can't believe what you're doing to me, oh God, is this what coming feels like?" "No. This is what coming feels like." And I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and let her orgasm for a few minutes, screaming and thrashing and pulling at my hair. I pulled a condom from my wallet and rolled it on my cock while kneeling between her splayed legs. "Wait, are you...are you going to put it inside me?" "Yes, honey." "I've never done that before." "I know. You're going to do it now." "Do you think I'm ready?" I mounted her. "Yes, honey, you're ready." I took her virginity with exquisite care and kindness, making her first time as memorable as I could. I entered her slowly, filling her cavity with my hardness with such tenderness that tears spilled down her face. "I love you!" she said. I tried not to roll my eyes. "I love you too, honey. Now put your legs on my shoulders." "Please," she begged. "take the condom off. I want to feel your naked cock inside me, please, please! Take it off, I want to feel you throb!" I tried not to smirk as I pulled out. "Oh, hurry, I want to feel you back inside me!" I politely acquiesced, and once back inside her moist crevice I looked to my own pleasure. I arranged her legs so her ankles were over my shoulders and I went to work, thrusting in and out of her with such speed that her eyes glazed over and she went into a kind of orgasmic shock. "Don't I feel incredible, honey?" I taunted. "Yeeeeees!" "I'm so hard, and I'm so deep inside you, aren't I?" "Oh, yes!" I filled her with myself and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You know that your first time is always the best?" She bit her lower lip. "I thought the first time was supposed to be the worst." I pulled back and filled her again, and her eyes squeezed shut and she arched her back. "I think you'll find out that this is the best it will ever be." I finished by flipping her over and fucking her from behind, slamming myself against her pert buttocks while she buried her head in her pillows and moaned like a lovesick cow. I wanted to make sure that every time she fucked a guy for the rest of her life she would think of me, think of my cock hammering her like some kind of machine. Mission accomplished. I treated Danielle exactly as I wished-like a very pretty plaything. No matter how badly I treated her, how callously I ignored her, she kept coming back to me, on hands and knees, because of the hard, warm organ between my legs, which gave her pleasure unlike any she'd experienced before in her life. So when Danielle showed some actual displeasure that I was going out with someone else I pretended that I cared. "I'm sorry, baby, I shouldn't have been so mean," I cooed to her. "How's your boyfriend Mark? You haven't fucked him, right?" That was the name of the loser she let finger her on occasion. "No, you said not to, so I haven't. He's OK, I guess. He's not, he's not like you." I thought, "You got that right, girl." I leaned forward and took her by the arms and pulled her face up to mine. "Poor baby, I didn't bring you here to give me a blow job." "No?" "No," I said, maneuvering her atop me, "I invited you here so you could fuck me." She closed her eyes with delight and opened her legs. "Yesss," she breathed, and I grabbed my cock and inserted myself in her moist sheath. I sighed. Danielle was wet and snug and I grabbed her ass and slid her up and down my cock. She was an excellent fuck, really fantastic, but now that she knew what sex was like I'd have to fuck her more than once a week if I expected her to keep her legs closed. That was going to be hard with my schedule. "Oh Rob, oh God, oh yes, oh God," Danielle cried as my big penis stretched her. As my teen-age mistress screwed me I contemplated my plans with Rita for tonight. I was lounging around the pool when Rita walked up to me in the purple bikini I bought her after our first encounter. "He's going out of town, my husband," she whispered. "Next week." "Excellent," I purred. "I think we should enjoy a night out on the town. Go have dinner someplace nice, and then spend the night in a hotel. Our own little love nest." Her lovely face lit up with delight, but then the corners of her lips fell. "You aren't ashamed to be seen with me in public?" she asked. "Why would I be ashamed to be in the company of a beautiful woman?" "Because I'm old enough to be your mother..." "Oh, no you're not." I paused a bit before I said, "My mother is two years older than you." "Rob..." she said, disturbed. I motioned for her to come sit next to me. When she settled beside me I took her hand and thrust it inside my swim trunks. "What are you doing?" "Showing you that your age isn't the issue." Her fingers curled around my erection and a tiny moan escaped her lips. "This issue is how fucking hot you look in that bikini." "Take me back to your place," she hissed. "Fuck me!" "No. No, I'm going to make you wait. I'm going to make you wait for my cock. I'm going to make you crazy." "Oh, you are?" she said, and then she slowly pulled down my trunks and fished out my cock. Her head dove into my crotch and her lips closed around my penis. We were right out in the open, maybe a hundred people within fifty yards, but no one seemed to notice what she was doing to me. "OK," I growled, "you made your point." She leaned up and I tucked myself back in. She got up and said, "Think I'll go find a seat in the sun. Want to work on my tan." "Have you followed up on the work I did between your legs?" She looked at me over her shoulder and winked. "Don't worry, I'll be nice and smooth for our date." I watched her sexy hips sway back and forth as she strolled away. Maybe that's why I was still so intrigued by her-she was so delightfully naughty. She liked to fuck, liked to be fucked, and didn't give a fuck who knew. My boiling lust for Rita was the reason why I allowed Danielle to come over, so I could expend some of my lust constructively before our date. I wanted to be patient with Mrs. Clay, and I was horny enough to know that I needed to cool my jets a bit. Hence, Danielle sliding up and down my shaft. I reached up and kneaded her breasts and stroked her nipples into tight brown nubs. She was moaning now, loud, and I let her come on my cock, she screaming with her release. I had to take hold of her wrists to keep her from scratching me with her nails, and I humped her harder and harder, I wanted rid of her, so I sat up, flipped her on her back, and gave it to her that way, the way I did that first time, the way that made my sexy teenage plaything go absolutely insane. She rose up on all fours and screamed, "Fuck me, fuck me like a dog, oh, shit, yes!" She was so loud that I'm sure the whole neighborhood heard. Good advertising. "It's never going to be better than this," I said savagely as my orgasm welled inside me. "You will never get fucked this good the rest of your life. When you finally fuck that piece-of-shit Mike you're going to lie awake all night because you'll be wanting me and my cock." "I don't want Mike, I just want you, I only want you to fuck me!" she sobbed. "SORRY!" I groaned as I came. I came and it was good, very, very good. I soaked her insides and I laughed with the pleasure of it all. I leaned down and kissed her behind the ear. "I'm sorry, honey. That was rude." "Yes it was," she said. She was upset, but she wasn't bright enough to be really angry. "Are you still going out with that woman tonight?" "Of course." "Are you going to fuck her too?" "Oh, yes." "You're sick! You treat me like shit!" "So leave," I said, and I pulled my penis from her sheath, making her sob with distress. "If Mike makes you happy you won't ever come back. But somehow I think you'll be back here in a few days." "No I won't!" "If you don't come here next Wednesday," I warned, "I'll never fuck you again. Ever. Think about that before you go mouthing off again." She was cowed, but not enough, so I finished by saying. "And next time, I'm not going to fuck you. Next time you'll give me a blow job and I'm going to come in your mouth and make you swallow every drop of it. Then we'll see if I'm in the mood to fuck you anymore. I'm sick of you whining all the time." "I'm sorry, I just get jealous, I just..." I held up a hand. "I don't care. Just stop it." Her eyes drooped, I thought she might cry. To soothe her I said, "Do you want something to drink before you go, honey?" I managed to get her out of my house soon after that. I had a few hours to get ready and I took my time showering and shaving. I selected a tan suit with a sky-blue tie and white shirt and, I must admit, I looked absolutely fantastic. I got in my Mercedes and drove to a shopping center five minutes from our complex that we'd selected for our rendezvous. I couldn't very well pick u a married woman at her door. I saw her black BMW parked in a secluded spot and I parked beside her. When she got out, wow. It takes a lot to get to me, but I'll admit it, she looked so good that I grinned from ear to ear. She was wearing a tight, fitted burgundy silk shirt that showed the firm swells of her breasts, and a leather miniskirt cut five inches above her knees. Her slim legs were sheathed in black stockings, and she was wearing black spike heels. A woman dressed to kill, and tonight I was her prey. I said what I felt. "Rita, you look stunning, absolutely stunning." She smiled and said. "So do you." I leaned down and kissed her and cupped her ass and pulled her against me. "Let's forget dinner and go right to the hotel.' I meant it, too. My cock was acting like it hadn't fucked the brains out of an 18-year old slut three hours before. "I'm hungry. We'll need our strength." Dinner was excellent, the food fantastic, the wine well-chosen, the service prompt and proper. I liked the eyes that kept looking us over, this gorgeous couple. Were they mother and son? Not the way he kept running his hands up her thigh. I couldn't keep my hands off her. When we were done and our waiter brought our check I said, "Finally." "Was dinner so disappointing?" she teased. "It was delicious. But I'm hungry for something else right now." She leaned close, her eyes glowing from the wine. "Pussy?" she asked. "Is it as smooth and clean as it was when I shaved you?" She crossed her legs under the table and bit her lower lip. "I'm smooth as a little girl, honey." I looked around for our waiter. "Let's get the fuck out of here." "I bought a special razor just for pussy. My husband asked what it was for and I just told him, 'it's a woman thing'. I'm smooth as a glass, baby. I can't wait for your tongue to lick me all over down there. Our waiter finally showed, and I handed him the bill. "It's all there, thank you," I said, and reached across the table to take Rita by the hand. I looked at her and saw from her bemused expression that my face betrayed my lust. "Come with me, you little slut." We walked to our car and as I opened her door I stepped behind her and cupped her breasts. "We could fuck right here, right in front of everyone." "No," she hissed, but I heard the desire in her voice. "Yes," I said. I slid my hand all the way between her legs and massaged her pussy. I could feel how wet she was already. The skin beneath was as silky as the panties she wore. I could also feel the straps of the garter belt she was wearing. "How did you know I love women wearing garters?" She leaned back into me. "I thought you might." I had to have her, right here, right now. Fuck the hotel, fuck the people walking through the parking lot. I had to fuck Rita Clay, and damn the consequences. I pulled up her skirt and slipped her panties down around her ankles. "Rob, stop!" she said. But when I knelt she obediently stepped out of her panties and whispered, "Throw them in the back seat and get your cock inside me!" I unzipped and pulled my erection through the hole in my boxers. "Oh, God," she moaned, as moved in behind her and pressed my dick against the smooth skin between her legs. "Ready?" I challenged. "Just hurry, before I change my mind!" I stepped close behind her and speared her with my penis. It was so much better than it had been with Danielle. It was better because Rita wasn't just some blow-up doll, she was a smart, exciting, sexy woman, and coupling with her was the most thrilling thing I'd ever done. Her shaved pussy was heaven itself, I sheathed my penis deep inside her and my pelvis ground against her smooth-as-glass skin She was so wet that every thrust into her made a loud sucking sound. I pinned her against the car and began fucking her with long, quick, snapping thrusts. "I want to scream!" she whispered. "Well, don't," I hissed back. "People will hear." And there were lots of people around who would hear. The parking lot was alive with people coming and going, and so far no one had come near us. I fucked Rita like a animal, pounding her, and I couldn't hold back anymore. "I'm coming," she moaned, beating me to the punch. "So am I, honey, soon!" Just as my orgasm began to erupt a man and a woman, amiably chatting and strolling through the lot, suddenly appeared in our row and walked past our car. They saw us a second after I saw them. If they had been two cops with handcuffs ready to take us away I couldn't have stopped. I kept thrusting inside Rita's heavenly slot, and I knew she'd seen them too by the way her lithe body stiffened. "Yes, yes," she cried despite her embarrassment, and I groaned, "Rita, baby, yes!!!" I came inside her, my semen gushing out, and I pulled her close against me and kissed her neck as I filled her vagina with a hot pint of my semen. Only after I was done did I turn back to look at our audience. They were an older couple, in their 50's, looking properly shocked. I grinned at them. "I'm sorry, is this your car?" "Oh, yes," the man said. His wife was holding a cigarette and it was frozen in her hand. I tucked myself back inside and zipped up, and I helped Rita smooth out her skirt. "It's a lovely evening, isn't it." I observed. "Yes, quite," the man agreed, leering at Rita. I let them past to their car, and as the woman walked by Rita said, "I'm sorry, do you have a cigarette I could have?" The woman looked like she hadn't heardr, but then she came to her senses and said, "Oh, of course, certainly." She pulled a pack out of her purse and offered it to Rita, who took one out and bent to accept the light from the recovering woman. "Thank you," Rita said. "I really, really needed this." "Yes," the woman observed, with the barest hint of a smile. "I suppose you do." They got in their car and drove away, both of them waving to us as they passed. Rita leaned against the car and put the cigarette to her lips. She blew a thick plume toward the darkening sky. "So, what do we do now?" I opened her car door for her. "First, we stop somewhere and buy you a pack of cigarettes." "I quit years ago," she said. "Now I only smoke after I make love." Her lips closed around her cigarette and made the tip glow. "I know. After the night I have planned for you, you'll need the whole pack." She eased into her seat, her sexy legs stretched out. She puffed on her cigarette and blew smoke through the open window. "I'll need to buy a carton, because you and I are going to be so busy together, I'm going to pick up the habit again." I went around to my side and got in the car. Rita was just finishing her cigarette and stubbed out the butt in the ash tray. "Take me to our hotel," she said. "I'm in the mood for another cigarette."