0 comments/ 50995 views/ 4 favorites Amanda Ch.1 By: Red Hugh Amanda was the sister of one of Paul's customers. His job as a mobile computer repairman meant that he got to see into lots of peoples houses and from time to time he would get a pleasant surprise from a grateful owner. However Amanda was only 19. He first saw here in a bright yellow bikini by the pool as he worked on one of her brother' machines. He eventually was hired to maintain her brother's machines which meant regular visits. Amanda was just what he liked, young, brunette and not yet rid of her puppy fat. She was always friendly and they would sometimes chat when her brother was a bit late. From time to time he's see a bit more cleavage than he ought or a flash of lace panty when she wore a short skirt and sat opposite him. One night in town about, a year later, he ran into her literally. She was staggering out of the toilets at a big hotel and ran smack into him. She was pretty wasted and he held her as she regained her footing. She smiled, said "hello" and made her way back to the bar. He couldn't see who she was with, if anyone, and hung around the bar for another couple of hours catching glimpses of her from time to time. She was certainly knocking it back. He noticed she went back into the toilets and after about five minutes hadn't come out. Concerned, he walked over to the door and asked the next woman going in to have a look for her. A minute later the womn re-emerged and told him he'd better come in if he was a friend of the young lady. Amanda was slumped in a cubicle. Her dress was hiked up and her little lace panties at her knees. This was not how Paul ever wanted to see her with her pants down. He lifted her and the woman obligingly put her panties back in place. She came around, but was very woozy. Paul decided to take her back to his place. It was in the next city block about five minutes away the walk would do her good. She was clinging to him and not looking too good. Getting her outside the night air hit her with a wallop. She began to retch and just made it to a rubbish bin to throw up. Still holding her Paul wiped her face and a couple of stains on her dress with his handkerchief and threw it away into the bin. She was unsteady on her heels so he persuaded her to take them off and with Paul holding her tightly they headed for his place. By the time they got to his appartment she was groaning and looking green again. He got her in the door and over the toilet bowl just in time. She became quite upset about Paul seeing her in such a state. He told her not to worry that she would be staying the night. Her parents would have to be told something. He rang her brother's mobile and he told Paul he'd make up some story to cover her arse with their parents. Paul's next problem was to get her sober and cleaned up. The dress had to go and it was pretty clear she had no bra on. She'd wet her pants according to the woman in the toilet. Sitting her on the toilet seat he went and got a robe for her. When he got back her head was in her hands and she was moaning. He began to unzip her dress. She looked up at him still very drunk and slurred that this wasn't how she'd imagined getting her gear off with him. That was an interesting thought he'd file away for when she was sober. He got her dress down around her waist and her full breasts hung free without a hint of sag. He lifted her and pulled the dress and her wet panties to the floor. Drunk or not she was a stunner. As he put her down and knelt to collect her clothing her legs fell open. Paul would be wanking to that sight for a long time to come. Lifting her one last time he got her into the robe, got her to the sink, had her wash her mouth and face and carried her to bed. He put a bucket and a glass of water beside her. She lay on the covers passed out again. He stripped to his underwear and got into bed. This was not how he'd fantasised about sleeping with Amanda. The next morning when he woke Amanda was sprawled where he'd left her, the robe was open and he was greeted my her well tended pussy. He covered her as best he could, got dressed and took her dress to the local 1 hour dry cleaner. Leaving it there he went to the nearest department store and bought her a clean pair of panties. She was still asleep when he returned from his errand but she stirred about noon. Shambling out looking deliciously dishevelled. She thanked Paul for saving her last night and apologised for making such a spectacle of herself. It was only when she saw her dress and the new panties that she really blushed. Paul explained that hers had got wet and she'd thrown up on her dress. "Well I suppose you got to see the goods." She sighed. "I suppose so. Let's just say you weren't at your best but what I saw you should be very proud of" "I don't mind that you saw me. I just wish I'd been sober when it happened!" she grinned. "I still feel terrible." "You will for a while. Maybe I should give you lessons in social drinking." "I've learnt my lesson. I could have been raped and left in the gutter. How about I put my cheffing skills to use and cook you dinner next Saturday as a 'thankyou'?" "It's a deal. Oh, by the way Mike's covering for you at home" "You think of everything!" she said examing her new panties. "Wonder what Mother would think about you buying me knickers?" she chuckled. Amanda took her dress and went to shower. She emerged looking refreshed and asked Paul to zip her up. She'd ordered a taxi to take her home and as the knock came on the door she kissed Paul on the lips and told him to keep Saturday clear. That night Paul found her used panties had been placed under his pillow. They felt wonderful as he rubbed them up and down his cock. Amanda got away with her cover story at home and said that she'd been hired to cater the following Saturday. She'd long fancied Paul even though he was twice her age. He was in very good shape and as she masturbated that evening she imagined how he would feel inside her. She hoped he'd enjoyed her panties. That Saturday she drove off to the supermarket bought her ingredients and headed to Paul's. She was dressed casually for cooking in a tight t-shirt and faded jeans. She looked pretty, young and good enough to eat. She worked away in the kitchen for a few hours. She made her intentions very clear when she hugged Paul and told him she'd worn 'his' panties for the occasion. "I'll show you later!" the little vamp teased. Everything ready Amanda announced she had to change for dinner. An hour of primping and preening and she emerged in black heels stockings and a little black dress which barely contained her breasts. She looked ravishing. Planting a long kiss on his lips she raised her hem to show him that she was indeed wearing the cream coloured lacy panties he'd bought her. She also revealed that her stockings were held in place by a black garter belt. She calmly lowered her panties and handed them to him. "Just so there is no misunderstanding about my intentions and anyway they don't match tonight. Now I bet you'd like to eat." She added ambiguosly. Dinner was wonderful, enough wine flowed for them to become very playful. They made their way to the sofa and Amanda was all over Paul. She was a great kisser. She whispered in his ear "Thank you for helping me last week. Now I must suck your cock." With that she slithered to the floor and unzipped him reached for his cock and took him into her mouth. In between kisses to his expanding erection she told him that she was his to do with as he pleased. Would he like to cum in her mouth her pussy or her bottom? He told her he intended to explore all three but really wanted to get a good look at what he'd glimpsed last week. "All in good time. I want to taste your cum if you can't make up your mind." Her mouth was back on him and he felt her tickling his balls. He lasted a minute or two before splashing her mouth with cum. She cleaned him and swallowed. She sat back satisfied, her legs spread. "Can I offer you a taste while you recover?" Paul stood up and lifted her to her feet. They made for the bedroom. He managed to disrobe and Amanda dropped her dress. "Would you mind if I sat on your face?" "I've thought of little else since I first saw you." "You dirty old man!" His reply was muffled as her vagina kissed his face. She had had herself waxed during the week and her lips were soft and completely devoid of hair. He tasted her and she was sweet. As he ran his tongue along her crease she reached for her clit. As she opened to him he caressed her inner petals and probed her. He moved slightly and replaced her finger with his mouth. She cradled his head and slumped forward. As he sucked on her clit his nose was in her remaining patch of pubic hair. He was breathng deeply inhaling as much of her scent as he could. She began to buck and drenching his face she came throwing herself off his face onto her back. "Fuck that was nice." She announced. "You taste delicious." He told her. "You too." She said licking her lips. "Were you serious about taking me in your rear?" "Yep. I want to give you something nobody else has had." "Do you think size might be a problem?" "I was wondering now that I've seen you. It's not the length but Christ, you are thick. I can't wait to fuck you though but even that might take some doing." "Well we could leave it tonight. I don't want to hurt or hurry you." "OK but it's only postponed. Shall we fuck now or take a break. I must admit I'm a bit bushed." She undid her stockings and peeled them off, removing her garter belt in one swift movement. "Did you enjoy them?" "You looked very sophisticated tonight, but I think you'd look beautiful anyway." "I like to dress up from time to time. I've got my old school uniform for when you feel like being a really dirty old man." Paul grinned at the thought. "I've always fancied you but didn't know if I'd get anywhere until last weekend. You were so nice. If I hadn't got drunk that night and I'd seen you I'd have tired my luck there and then." Amanda went on to explain that she liked older men and had only gone out with one boy her age. He'd been useless in bed and so she went back to men with experience and never looked back. She snuggled up to him and went to sleep in his arms. She woke the next morning and brought him out of his sleep with a shower of little cock kisses. His bladder was very full so he kissed her briefly and went to relieve himself. As he pointed his semi-erect cock at the toilet he felt a hand move around his waist and take over from him. When he had finished she sat and emptied herself. She was nothing if not bold. "Can I stay over on Tuesday? I'll come straight from work." "Sure I'll not be working." "Good now how about a fuck before I go?" They coupled on the bathroom vanity unit. It was his first time inside her and she felt streched when he withdrew leaving cum dripping from her opened hole. She went off home and life returned to semi-normal for Paul. Amanda sensing his needs had left him her used panties to masturbate with. She was wise beyond her years..... Amanda Ch. 2 This chapter is a direct continuation of 'Amanda.' If you have not yet read the introduction, I strongly recommend that you do. It's about the character development. Thanks to all of you who sent feedback regarding chapter one. I am both flattered and surprised by the positive reception 'Amanda' has received. Finally, please remember this is a love story, not a sex story. I'm trying to be erotic. I'm just not too sure how good I am at it. Chicago Bob ****** Part I - Good morning. I awoke twice during the night, once with my arm around Amanda, and once with her arm around me. Both times happily confirmed that I wasn't dreaming. The third time I opened my eyes I was alone in her bed. Sunlight poured through the window and I looked at the digital clock on the nightstand: 10:07. I couldn't remember the last time I had slept this late. I climbed out of bed, scratched my crotch, and went looking for Amanda. I found her in the kitchen. She was facing the counter, her back towards me, doing something with a coffeepot. She was naked except for a pair of slippers, the toes of which were made to look like cow's heads. With them on, she presented quite a picture. Her long blonde hair was mussed, but always beautiful, and her skin showed the outline of a bikini. From where I stood, I could tell the bottoms of hers were full backed. Again, I was impressed with her broad shoulders, narrow waist, and cute little tush, which she scratched absent mindedly, while I was watching her. "Good morning." She turned quickly, "Oh!" "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." She relaxed and leaned against the counter, "It's just that I'm not used to having anyone here. Good morning, to you. How did you sleep?" She walked toward me, smiling radiantly. I met her half way and we embraced. Now, I know that many people think an embrace and a hug are the same thing. Well, I am here to tell you nothing could be further from the truth. A hug is a happy face that says, 'Hi there, nice to see you.' Hugs are for the minor leagues. An embrace, on the other hand, shares feelings, it communicates emotions, and it combines souls. An embrace plays in the majors, and wins pennants. Our embrace was a World Series embrace, and as we were both naked, it was a Series winner. When we separated I said, "I didn't plan to spend the night here and I need to borrow a toothbrush. I hate to be pragmatic, but I would feel much better about being close to you if I could." "Oh, of course. I have some." I followed her to the bathroom and she pulled out a brand new, still in the wrapper toothbrush. It was one of three in the drawer. "I use an electric, but I keep these, just in case." "Yeah, but these all have blue handles. Don't you have something in red? I like red." She was leaning against the door jam, with her arms crossed under her breasts, her weight on one leg. "Don't start with me. You've been up less than five minutes and you're starting." She was grinning. "You may have had your tongue in my vagina last night, but that doesn't give you the right to make fun of the oral hygiene products I choose to keep in my apartment." "You're right. Now go away and give me some privacy. Just because you had my cock in your mouth last night doesn't mean you can watch me brush my teeth, and things." "So sensitive." She went into the bedroom and closed the door. I did what I had to do and joined her. She was lying on the bed, head propped up on a folded pillow. She patted the mattress by her side. I lay next to her, on my side. "Are you thinking good thoughts?" Amanda rolled on her side to face me. She was suddenly serious. "I'm thinking I'm happy you're here. I'm thinking that waking up with you in my bed was wonderful. I'm thinking I am a lucky girl to have found you." Then she grinned, "And, I'm thinking of having that tube bronzed. If it hadn't been for that silly flat tire, we wouldn't be here. "And I'm also thinking of making love to you." She leaned closer and we kissed. She reached between us and softly stroked my rapidly hardening penis. She whispered in my ear, "I want to be on top." I rolled onto my back and she straddled my hips. Taking me in her hand, she guided the head of my now very hard cock to the entrance of her sex. It took only a moment for her to move it between her lips and settle her body onto mine. I was inside her once more, and it was divine. I reached up to touch her breasts, but she took my hands in hers and put them on the tops of her thighs. "I want to feel you inside me with no distractions. I want to feel your penis moving in my vagina, and I want to watch your face and see your expression when you climax." I looked into her eyes and said, "Kiss me first." Amanda bent forward and supported herself on her hands. She lowered her head and kissed me softly. It was more a caress than a kiss. Then she pulled away. "You can help by moving, but please let me do this for you this time." She started to stroke me with her vagina, moving her hips up and down in a slow steady rhythm. I closed my eyes and reveled in the pleasure she was giving me. She increased the speed of her movement a little at a time and I started to rise up to meet her downward motion. I was getting close much faster than I would have thought. Just being with her was stimulating. Being in her was exciting. I looked at her, "You are such a turn-on to me, if you don't slow down a little I am going to cum very soon now." "Does this help?" She rotated her pelvis, increasing the friction on my cock. "You are a good woman, Dr. Blake, a very good woman." I pushed up into her and climaxed. "Ummmmm, this is good. You are an enchantress." I raised my hips off the mattress as I came, trying to get as far inside her as I could. Only our pelvic bones, crushed together as they were, prevented deeper penetration. I slumped back onto the bed, breathing hard and fast. "Wow. I have now seen the face of ecstasy. You really liked that, didn't you?" I swallowed and answered. "Full marks in 'bedside manner' for you Dr. Blake." She bent lower and kissed me hard, then sat up straight. "That was awesome. I felt so many different feelings, all at once. You inside me, the physical pleasure. The emotions generated by having you inside me, wanting you to be there, while seeing how much you were enjoying being in me. I felt power. Power to please you. The power of control. It was great!" I was smiling up at her, knowing exactly how she felt. She was right. Sex was power, the power to give pleasure, or to deny it. I wondered if she also realized that the positive use of that power was love, while the abuse of it was something akin to hate. "There is one thing we need to discuss, now that we've had intercourse twice, and we are both educated, informed adults. Are we making babies here?" "No, silly. I'm on the pill. Been on it for over fifteen years." She saw the question in my expression. "I had irregular periods, with terrible cramping. With the pill I work like clockwork and the cramping is minimal, if at all." "I didn't think you would ride bareback without protection, but I had to ask. I should have asked last night. I'm sorry I didn't. I apologize." She kissed me and said, 'You're sweet, but there are two of us here so don't think you have to take care of everything. "What's the best way for us to separate?" "Just climb off?" "If it's like last night, it'll run out and get all over everything." "It happens." "OK" She rose up slowly and I was reluctantly separated from her. When I was out, she held her position above me. "Not too bad. I can feel a little starting to run down my leg." She grinned at me and added, "I like all this. Am I naughty?" "You're wonderful, and I think I can smell the coffee." "Aha, the coffee." She rolled off, over, and up in one fluid motion and was on her way to the bathroom. Water ran and she was back with a cloth for me, another between her legs, like last night. "If you keep coming over, I am going to have to get more facecloths. We're going through them like hotcakes." We cleaned up and I put on my boxers on the way to the kitchen. Amanda lingered behind and when she joined me she was wearing a little blue piece of fluff, with a bikini panty. The cow slippers were on her feet. I poured two cups of coffee and asked, "Like blue?" She grinned, "A little." She chopped up a coffeecake to go with the coffee, and we sat on stools at the counter. I looked at the cake and said, "I can see why you didn't become a surgeon." "I think I understand now. You don't start, you never stop." "It must be genetic. I've tried to stop, but I never seem to last make it more than a few hours." We chatted about everything and nothing for about a half-hour. She ate two thirds of the cake and we each had three cups of coffee. They were small cups. When there were only crumbs between us, Amanda asked, "How much of you can I have today?" "Quite a bit, if you want. I have a few things to do this afternoon, but I should be finished by, say, 5:00 o'clock. Do you want to go out to dinner?" "No, I want to stay in, fix something for you, or order delivery. How about Giordano's? They deliver and they have salads and other stuff, too." She licked her lips and smiled, "Deep dish, stuffed spinach pizza, hot and tasty." "That'll be great. You didn't have anything to drink last night. Should I pick up a bottle of wine, or something?" "No, I don't drink. I've got the soda water, and tea and coffee, and skim milk. If you want anything else it's up to you." "OK, I'll be back at five. If anything delays me, I'll want to call, so you should give me your number." She did and I found my cloths in the living room, where I had kicked them aside last night. At the door I asked, "Anything special you want for tonight?" She was standing close to me, and she embraced me. With her head against my shoulder she whispered, "I want you to touch me." Part II - My afternoon I retrieved my coat from the doorman on the business side of the building and then worked my way through the lobbies to the residential side. Nobody commented on my wrinkled shirt of slacks, but Adam, the doorman on the apartment side, gave me a quizzical look. I answered his question with, "One of the best nights of my life." He was grinning at me as the elevator doors closed between us. Once home, I took a quick shower, postponed a shave, and was on my way to my car within a half-hour. The first stop was the florist's. I had two dozen long stem red roses and a vase delivered to Amanda's apartment. On the note, I wrote, 'I looked, but nothing in blue.' My second, third, fourth, and fifth stops were dedicated to tracking down large, long-stemmed strawberries. I found them at Whole Foods, up on North Ave. While at Whole Foods, I also bought the light brown sugar and the sour cream to go with the strawberries. As I was pushing my cart towards the check out area, I walked by the ice cream freezer. I thought of Amanda's taste for chocolate, and I picked out a box of Haggan Das ice cream bars, chocolate ice cream covered with dark chocolate icing. I had an idea. Errands completed, I was back in my apartment by 3:30 PM. I scanned the channels to see if there was anything good on the TV. There wasn't, so I fired up the CD player and set it to shuffle mode. The Beatles came from the speakers, singing 'I Want To Hold Your Hand' and I puttered around doing the things single guys to on a Sunday afternoon, while they wait for a date with an angel. Part III - Pizza and So Much More I arrived at Amanda's door at the appointed hour. I was showered, shaved, and dressed in blue shirt, tan slacks, and brown loafers. I was also wearing my only pare of blue boxers. I carried the supplies in a cloth bag. Amanda opened the door and threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard on the mouth. "Welcome. Come in." Then, "What's in the bag?" I grinned at her and said, "Beware of Greeks bearing gifts." "You're not Greek." "We'll see." Then looking at her, "Wow! You look great. Did you change your mind? Are we going out after all?" She was wearing a black, baby doll dress with a square, low cut neckline, and an empire waist. It had a full flowing skirt that ended about four inches above her knees. As she twirled around for me to get a better look, the skirt flared out nicely. There were seams on the back of her black stockings. Like last night she wore black high-heel pumps, but tonight's pair had what looked to be four-inch heels. She took my breath away. "We're staying in, as planned. Can't a girl dress up a little for her favorite fellow?" "Yes she can, and her favorite fellow very much appreciates her efforts." Amanda looked me in the eye and grinned a lustful, almost wicked grin, "You ain't seen nothing yet." She followed me into the kitchen and I set the strawberries, sour cream, and sugar on the counter. I put the Haggan Das bars in her freezer. Together we put the food in serving dishes and the serving dishes on a tray. We added napkins, along with glasses of soda water, and carried our appetizers into the living room. "Did you see your flowers? They are just lovely. Thank you so much." I had, but hadn't said anything. She had replaced the dried flowers, in the vases on the speakers, with the roses I had sent. Amanda set the food and drinks on a wooden TV tray and positioned the tray between the love seats. We sat side by side, on the same seat this time. Now, if you ever want to impress a special friend with your culinary prowess, but you don't want to cook, do the strawberry thing. You have to search out the largest, ripest, juiciest strawberries to achieve the maximum effect, but this little treat is so powerful, even lesser strawberries will make a positive impression. What you do, is dip the strawberry in the sour cream, and then in the brown sugar. Then you take a bite, holding your hand beneath your mouth to catch the juice from the strawberry as it drips off your chin. Not only is it a taste sensation, the biting and the dipping and the juice catching can be sensuously erotic. Try it sometime. Amanda and I powered down a half dozen berries before we sat back and relaxed. She turned toward me and leaned against the arm of the seat, putting her legs, crossed at the ankles, across my knees. "I want to ask you a couple of questions. As much as I enjoy being with you, there are some things I need to know." 'Oh, God,' I thought, not the, 'where is our relationship going?' already kind of thing. Let me tell you, I was surprised when she asked, "Am I behaving like a slut? Am I coming on to you too fast? This is all new to me, you know that, and I was just thinking here I am, all dressed up and maybe you think I'm more of a whore than a friend." She was being serious and I knew she wanted a serious response. This was a sensitive moment, and a sensitive subject. "No, I wouldn't say you were acting like a whore. I think your behavior would be better described by the term 'brazen hussy.'" She didn't move her legs, but she crossed her arms under her breasts, and frowned at me. "Amanda, let me be perfectly frank. Your enthusiasm about our budding relationship is flattering. So far, I like everything about you, and I wouldn't change a thing between us. No, actually, that's not true. I would cut the first month down to, say, three days." I started to caress her legs with my right hand, reaching to the hem of her dress and then returning to her ankles. "OK. I'm just enthusiastic about the prospects between us. I know the odds of us lasting forever are next to nothing, we hardly know each other. I even admit that a good part of my motivation to be with you is lust. Maybe your being my first puts you on a pedestal for me, and I'm acting like a little cheerleader chasing the quarterback. Well, I don't want to act like that, and I want you to tell me if I do." "Let me tell you what I like in a woman. Physical good looks are important, I admit that even at the risk of sounding 'male.' But more important than beauty, to me at least, are intelligence, independence, and resourcefulness. I am not looking for a woman to take care of me, to cook and clean for me, to replace my mother. I want a partner, an equal partner. I may marry my partner, that would be nice, but it's the partnership that counts for me. "On many levels, my initial impression of you is that you are unabashedly qualified as a potential partner. And your up front willingness to let me know what you want is more than refreshing, it's something I cherish. How does the song go? 'Don't change a hair for me, Now that you care for me.' Well, don't. "And while I'm on my soap box, is there anything else you want to know about me, old girlfriends, old marriages, old separations, pending divorces, things like that?" "You're starting with me, aren’t you?" "I thought I never quit." "No, I don't have to know any of that stuff. You can tell me what you want about your past loves, I would be lying if I said I wasn't curious, but I won't be jealous of your past. As the movie title goes, 'That was then, this is now.'" We leaned toward each other and kissed. "What's on the agenda for tonight. I didn't bring any movies or anything, although I do have a little something in mind for dessert. "What about the touching comment?" "Yes, that. It's simple, I want you to touch me. I want you to undress me, caress me, and love me. I want to just lie still and experience your touch. It's something I have never had, and something I have missed, terribly. "Being an ice queen means you miss out on a lot. Being an ice queen is lonely, and I don't want to be lonely anymore." I smiled at her, "I'm right across the street." The lobby phone rang and she jumped up to answer it. "Our dinner has arrived. He's on his way up." I reached into my pocket for some bills. "No, you don't. I invited you to dinner. Equal partners, remember?" "OK, where do you want to eat?" "I'll set out some stuff in the dinning room, you pay the guy." She handed me some bills. "That gives the appearance that I'm the host." "Appearance isn't always important. Reality is." She just gets better all the time! As you probably know, Chicago is famous for deep-dish pizza and there are hundreds of places making it. For my money, however, the choice is between three places, well two actually. Pizzeria Uno and Pizzeria Due are really one place, owned by the same guy. It's only my opinion, but between these two, I would recommend Due's. Giordano's is my other favorite choice. The pies they make in their restaurant are fantastic. They also deliver. Amanda had ordered a large, deep-dish, stuffed spinach pizza and a green salad. The salad was substantial, easily enough for four. But the pizza was definitely the main attraction. I have never actually weighted one, but they must be over five pounds. They are over an inch thick with crust, cheese, spinach, cheese, and sauce. The most I have ever eaten in one sitting is two slices, and that was without salad. Amanda ate a huge plate full of salad and two pieces of pie like it was a warm up for the real thing. Between us, we had finished half the pie. As she was reaching for her third piece I reminded her about dessert "Oh, OK. I'll put the rest away. We can snack on it later. You're right, I shouldn't make a pig out of myself so early in the partnership." She daintily wiped her lips with her napkin. I laughed, "You have the manners of a lady and the appetite of a linebacker." "I told you I eat like a horse. Why is it you never believe me?" Amanda Ch.2 See how Paul and Amanda got together in "Amanda Ch.1". As arranged Amanda turned up on Tueday evening. She showed Paul her old uniform and asked if she should dress up. He eagerly agreed. She went off to have a shower and returned about half an hour later in her uniform, her hair in pig tails and no make up. They had dinner and sat on the sofa kissing. She with her blouse open to display her firm braless tits. Amanda told him she'd worn special schoolgirl panties for him that evening and lifted her skirt to show him her white cotton panties with little strawberrys on them. That did it, he picked her up and carried her to bed. Paul undressed and settled down to explore his girlfriend. Amanda had only fucked Paul once briefly on a sink bench so she was looking forward to some unrushed lovemaking. She pulled her pants down and lifting her skirt asked Paul to put his cock in her. She lay back. He got between her legs and as she opened as wide as possible began to feed himself into her. She was quite a sight still in her knee length socks, legs spread her blouse open. She wiggled around on Paul's cock feeling the fullness of having him in her. She'd take a bit of time to get used to his girth but she hoped to get a lot of practice. He was nearly all the way inside her. She was hanging onto him as he began a slow steady thrusting. After about ten minutes he was able to move in and out of her almost the entire length of his cock. Her nipples were hard as diamonds and her clit was throbbing. She could feel his cock in her as it moved and rubbed slowly, constantly, against her walls. She was passionately kissing Paul and sobbing her arousal to him. Paul sank into her one last time and not withdrawing he ground himself against her mound. Her breathing became ragged and after a couple of minutes she gave a shreak and went rigid. That was all it took Paul pulsed inside her and emptied his stored up seed into her.They had been going for nearly an hour. Amanda felt that she had been turned inside out and might be a bit tender the next day. It took Paul five minutes to deflate and she felt an awful emptiness as he slipped from her. She felt a few little dribbles from his cock run across her cheeks and down the cleft between them. They decided to have a bath to clean up. Paul ran it as Amanda sat on the toilet and emptied herself. She liked the warm water on her cunt and felt herself to see if she was tender. Just a tiny bit which given the workout she'd had wasn't bad. A little more practice and she'd be fine. She was pretty certain that taking Paul up her arse would kill her. He took the news well. He'd already figured that one out. She felt she had let him down and began to think about ways of making it up to him. Paul felt no loss he was very happy to have Amanda. She felt she had broken her word to someone she loved. Paul's birthday was coming up and she decided on a special present for him. She decided to hire someone for his birthday. She thought she'd go for someone very different to herself. A tall slender blonde or redhead even better if she'd take it up the arse. She combed the escort advertisements on the internet came up with a short list of three whom she contacted. Two a redhead and a blonde did anal. She told each about Paul's girth and she was left with one, a blonde called Kirsty who was willing to have Paul in her bottom. As arranged on the evening of his birthday Amanda opened the door to Kirsty and introduced her to Paul. He was taken rather aback to find that this tall attractive young woman was going to take him in her arse. Amanda said she'd like to watch as she was paying and they repaired to the bedroom. Kirsty stripped off and the others followed suit. She had a selection of condoms and lubricants. Amanda offered to suck Paul to an erection and went to work. Kirsty asked Paul to fuck her cunt for a while just to warm each other up . She lay back and spread her legs. Amanda popped a condom on him gave his backside a swat and told him to make her proud. Kirsty took him with no difficulty at all. She masturbated explaining that an orgasm would relax her enough for anal sex. By some miracle Paul held off as she wanked to orgasm. She asked him to withdraw and coated his condom with lubricant. Bending over she asked for a little tube of lubricant to be inserted in her anus and emptied. To his surprise Amanda did the job. Taking up his position at her rear entrance Kirsty told him to apply steady pressure. She promised him that there was plenty of room as she'd had an enema before coming over and was clean and empty. Slowly but surely her sphincter relaxed and about half an inch of Paul's cockhead was in her. Kirsty breathed deeply and gave a shove back, his head was fully in. He'd never felt anything as tight as this. Amanda who had watched everything closely began to touch herself. Kirsty asked her if she'd like her to do that. Amanda had never been with a woman but was up for most things. She spread her legs in front of Kirsty who lowered her head to her cunt and expertly ate her. It was different to have a woman do it. The touch was more certain and expert. She came in no time. Paul meanwhile had four inches in Kirsty's rear. She began to masturbate again and make a fucking movement to further stimulate Paul. All the lubrication meant that he moved in and out reasonably freely. As he got to his hilt Kirsty had another self induced orgasm. This and her contractions were all Paul could take. He filled the condom and a few seconds later withdrew from Kirsty's arse with a plop. Amanda wrapped the condom in tissue and disposed of it. Kirsty seemed a bit drained and rested for a minute before asking to use the shower. Paul gave Amanda a kiss and thanked her. She said she'd had a good time herself especially with Kirsty's tongue. They agreed that they might try something like this again. She'd enjoyed a woman's touch but hadn't felt a strong desire to explore Kirsty. It would be her birthday next and Paul was having thoughts about getting Kirsty and an accomplice back to have her pamper Amanda. He'd got Kirsty's card and a month later for Amanda's birthday she got the full treatment. She was caught completely by surprise as she walked into Paul's flat. Kirsty and another tall blonde called Rachel greeted her and told her to prepare to be pampered. They had run a perfumed bath for her and took her and undressed her before washing every part of her. Nearly an hour later she emerged swaddled in a robe. Dinner was ready by now and she sat down to her favourite meal of lobster and a couple of glasses of champagne. Amanda was not quite sure what she was expected to do but Paul assured her that she was the object of everyones efforts tonight. All she had to do was give in to pleasure. Paul of course was rock hard at the thought of three women getting naked. They escorted Amanda to the bedroom and laid her naked on the bed. Paul sat in a chair and watched as the escorts removed their clothes. Kirsty sat down and cradling Amanda began to massage her face. Her succulent breasts were swaying as she worked. Rachel was crouching on the bed her arse towards Paul she took each of Amanda's toes in her mouth and slowly sucked them. Her sex and indeed her entire rear was on display. As Rachel did this her hands roamed up and down Amanda's legs slowly massaging her calves and then returning to her feet to rub them. Amanda was in heaven she spread her legs a bit to get comfortable. After about fifteen minutes Rachel had got as far as her parted thighs. With her head still resting in Kirsty's crotch the latter's attention had moved down her body to her chest. As she leant over Amanda's face her breasts would touch her. From time to time Amanda would kiss one of the soft mounds. Amanda's nipples were pointing skyward and hard as she could remember. The masseuses would eventually meet at her pussy and as they reached her centre which was beginning to water they stopped and asked her to turn face down. She rolled over with an almost disappointed sigh. She laid her head on her hands and looked up the bed. As Rachel sat down a few inches from her eyes her legs were spread showing herself immodestly. She told Amanda to relax her head and shoulders as she reached her soothing hands down her neck and onto her back. Kirsty had opened Amanda's legs and kneeling between them was working on her legs and teasing her buttocks and inner thighs. After about twenty minutes Rachel replaced her hands with her lips. Getting up and kissing Amanda all over her back. Kirsty started at Amanda's ankle and ran her tongue all the way up one leg across her bottom and down the other. Amanda was quite aroused now. It didn't matter at all that women were responsible for this. As Kirsty began to concentrate on and nibble her bottom Amanda moaned and ground herself into the bed. This was the signal they had been waiting for. Licking a slender finger Rachel inserted it into Amanda. Kirsty quietly got up and readied herself with a strap-on. Amanda was now on her knees and as Rachel withdrew her finger Kirsty inserted her 'cock' and Amanda gave a muffled cry. Rachel managed to get underneathe her and begin sucking on her distended clit. This was as close to heaven as Amanda had ever been including being impaled on Paul. These women knew what they were doing, their touch was different and exciting.Amanda came and came and came. She moved to lie down. Rachel rubbed and kissed her stomach and Kirsty lined her cock up and set about fucking her again. Amanda now had a decision to make. She was on her back with a woman fucking her. Casting her inhibitions aside she put her arms around Kirsty and took a firm tanned breast in her mouth. Paul meanwhile had lowered his pants and was quietly masturbating in the corner. Rachel went over to him and asked him if he'd care to fuck. and led him to the bed beside Amanda. She was preoccupied suckling on Kirsty's ample breast and bucking against her 'cock'. A condom was rolled onto Paul's cock and Rachel mounted him. She liked big cocks and had hoped she'd get him between her legs. She'd do a cock like his for free let alone the handsome fee she was getting for tonight. She felt stretched and very full but she knew Paul would come very soon and he did. She should have blown him first - nevermind maybe she'd have him another day. The evening ended fairly soon after Amanda had her last orgasm. In bed later she told Paul that she'd never thought she'd enjoy another woman as she'd come to enjoy Kirsty. It had felt nice as far as she'd gone. Paul asked if he should have got her a man. She smiled and kissed him and told him maybe next time or one of each. They agreed to make extra partners a regular feature of their lives. Rachel had never had such a present. She moved down the bed to find Paul's cock semi hard and juicy at the tip. He'd come only once that evening and very quickly. The poor thing was undoubtedly very horny. This was confirmed as she slipped her lips over his cockhead and he began to expand and twitch immediately. She looked up and dropping him from her mouth for a moment whispered, "Just empty into Mandy's mouth Baby." Her mouth was only just over his tip as he began to squirt uncontrollably into her mouth. Amanda Ch. 2 We cleared the table and returned to the living room. The lamps bathed the white leather of the love seats in a warm glow. "Do you want your dessert now, or later?" She looked at me with a quizzical grin, "Does it actually involve food?" "Of course." "Let's wait, if that's OK. And thank you for stopping me on the pizza. Two slices really is enough at one sitting." She punched buttons on the CD player and big band music came from the speakers. Amanda sat beside me and cuddled under my right arm, "I'm glad you're here. Let's just be close for a little while, while the pizza settles, and then I want to strip for you." "Stripping is good. Not forward at all. Just the thing for a woman to do early in a relationship. Certainly not the actions of a hussy." She gave me an elbow to the ribs, and I reached around to cup her right breast, squeezing it through the thin material of her dress and bra. "Umm, touching is good, too. But I don't agree with you about the stripping early in the relationship. Last night you were sucking on my clit before you even kissed me. After something like that, a strip seems tame." "You have a point." We sat for the length of four tunes before she rose and stood in front of me. "There's not all that much room between the seats, so you'll have to spread your knees to give me enough room." She had that look, the combination of lust and witchery, and it was so sexy on her. When the next tune started she began to move with the music, swaying from side to side and running her hands over her breasts and down her stomach. I looked up at her and asked, "Is this a solo presentation, or is audience participation allowed?" She grinned, "Audience participation is welcomed, Sir, and I expect you to be a very good audience." "You can count on it," I responded. Then I sat back to watch, my cock growing in my pants. Amanda moved slowly and provocatively. She first reached behind her neck and gathered her hair in her hands, lifting it to the top of her head and then letting it fall, a little at a time. Next she cupped her breasts with both hands, accenting her cleavage, which was already prominently displayed above the neckline of her dress. Then she put her hands flat on the front of her thighs and gathered the thin material into her hands with her fingers. When her skirt was just above the tops of her stockings, she would let it fall and spin around so the skit would flair out, again revealing her legs to the stocking tops. Sometimes when she was cupping her breasts she would lean forward and give me a delightful view down the front of her dress. Once with the hem of her dress in her hands, she straddled my thighs on the seat and kissed me tenderly. She was incredibly erotic, and I was now very hard. When she rose from my lap I said, "I think I would be more comfortable if I got out of some of these cloths." She was well aware of the affect she was having on me, and smiled sweetly, "A comfortable audience is a good audience." When I rose to strip she backed away to give me enough room, but kept up her routine. When I was down to my boxers, I returned to my seat. She once again stepped between my spread knees and our eyes meet. "Tell me if you like this move." She turned and, still swaying in time to the music lifted the back of her dress to her waist. I could see the back of her black bustier and the garters holding her stockings. Her panties were a virtually transparent bit of black fabric with a delicate lace trim. They covered her, but concealed nothing. "I like this move," I said. I was breathing hard and my voice sounded husky. "How about this one?" She was looking straight ahead, and I could hear the glee in her voice. She spread her feet and bent forward at the waist. The fabric of her panty made it look more like her pussy was in a shadow rather than covered with cloth. Only the little seam that joined the two sides obstructed my view of the smooth skin of her vulva. She was bending so far down I looked between her legs to see her face, but the front of her dress was in the way. So I said to the cloth, "Time for some audience participation." I put a palm flat on each cheek and then moved them to the sides of her hips. From there I trailed down the outsides of her thighs to below her knees and back up caressing the insides of her legs with the backs of my hands. When I got to her vulva, I pressed the edges of both palms against her panties and held them there for a few moments. "Is this what you had in mind when you said you wanted me to touch you?" "You know it is." She was breathing a little harder now, too. "Then let's up the ante a little." I grabbed the elastic of her panty and pulled the little wisp of material over her cute little tush and down her legs. She stood straight, brought her feet together, and stepped out of the sexy garment, all the time keeping the back of her dress at her waist. She started to bend forward again, but I stopped her. "Let's try this instead. Kneel on the seat with your knees apart. That way you can rest your body on the back and it should be more comfortable than standing." Amanda looked back at me and grinned, "Always thinking of my comfort. I like that in a man." She climbed onto the facing loveseat, spread her knees wide and bent down to rest her shoulders on the back of the seat. She pulled on the dress to make sure it was all gathered on her back, and asked, "Is this what you had in mind?" "Better, much better." I was in awe. Kneeling on the white leather of the loveseat, her white skin was framed on the black background of her dress, like a cameo portrait, but not a profile of a face. I was looking at her incredibly sexy ass and the backs of her stocking covered thighs and legs. The lips of her sex had parted slightly showing just a hint of moist, pink skin that seemed to glisten in the soft light from the lamps behind me. It was an exquisite display of raw sexuality. "Oh, Amanda. You are simply perfect. Don't move." I stepped behind her and put my hands on either side of her waist. Then as I ran them over her hips and down the sides of her legs, I dropped to my knees. Once in place, I caressed her nylon covered calves and then moved to her left thigh, gripping her with both hands and running them up and down from her knee to just below her pussy. I repeated the move on her right thigh, and then leaned forward so I could kiss her cheeks, and lick the skin above the tops of her stockings. After a few moments she sighed, "You're a good audience. I'm really loving this." I continued to caress her and kiss her, giving my attention to every square inch of her body that my hands could reach. Every square inch, but her sex. I stayed away from her pussy, knowing the lack of attention now, would only heighten the pleasure for her later. After only a few minutes she was on fire. Her labia, engorged with blood, parted further, exposing her inner lips and the tip of her clitoris. She moaned, "My pussy, touch my pussy. Please don't ignore me there." "Soon, my darling. Soon." But I waited for over another ten minutes before I finally ran my hands up the back of her thighs and then between her legs to press against the skin of her vulva. "Ahh, yes." I quickly put my hands flat against the tops of her thighs and used my thumbs to spread her lips. Without prelude, I licked her hard, running my tongue the complete length of her opening. "Oh God! It's about time." There was a flirtatious tone in her voice, "I was almost ready to come back there and kill you for teasing me so." "Really? Then let me try to convince you it's better to keep me alive." I put my mouth about six inches from her sex and blew gently onto the exposed skin of her vagina. She shuddered, and wiggled her hips just a little. I then put my lips against hers and stabbed my tongue into her. I stayed still for a few moments and then licked her again, and then again. "Now you are the perfect one. That feels so good. It is just sooo goood." I reached between her legs with my right hand palm up. I put my fingers flat against her lower abdomen and found her clit with my thumb. I then reached around the front of her thighs with my left hand and pulled her back against my mouth. I worked my tongue around in her vagina, and my thumb over her clit. After the previous long minutes of touching and caressing, it didn't take long to put her over the top. "Oh God, Paul. I can't wait. I want to wait, but I can't. This is too much, too much." She tilted her pelvis so she could push back even further onto my tongue. I continued to pleasure her for another short while and she climaxed. As on Saturday, she didn't tense up at all. Instead she spread her legs even wider, giving me even more access to her charms as she pushed hard against my mouth and tongue. Her vagina repeatedly contracted around my tongue. "Ohhhhhh, yes. Ohhhhhh, yes. Ohhhhhh." After a few more moments she suddenly pulled away and raised her upper body off the back of the seat. "That's it. That's all. No more. Too sensitive. Too sensitive." I sat back on my heels and Amanda turned in the seat and sat. We looked at each other and she grinned. "You are the best audience a girl could ever ask for. God! That was intense! I don't think I have ever climaxed so hard. Wow!" She was almost gasping for breath and her voice was ragged, her complexion flushed. Sitting there with her dress gathered at the tops of her legs, she looked just slightly disheveled. She was a joy. I leaned down and put my head in her lap, my arms along the sides of her thighs. She ran her fingers through my hair and we stayed like that for a few minutes. It was a very tender moment. Amanda was the first to break the silence. "As a stripper, I don't think I would make the grade. I didn't get too far with my act, did I?" I rose and looked at her. "Maybe if you had less audience participation next time?" "I think not," she said with a grin. Then, "Do I need a towel?" "You're sitting on your dress." She looked down quickly and said, "On, yeah." I stood and offered my hand to her. She took it and I helped her up. She took a deep breath and said, "I could do with another slice of pizza. How about you?" "Pussy and pizza, an all American combination." "Better than coffee and chocolate chip cookies?" "Without a doubt." She laughed and then reached up and kissed me softly. "Follow me into the bedroom." I did and when we arrived she turned and said, "I wore this so I could strip out of it for you. I intend to do just that. Why don't you sit in the chair." She had an upholstered armchair in the corner of the room with a lamp next to it. I surmised she used it for reading. I sat and she stood in front of me again. This time there was no swaying to the music or any sexy wiggling. She reached behind her neck and unfastened the clasp. Then she lowered the zipper and let the bodice slid off her shoulders and down her arms. Stepping out of the garment she stood in heels and hose, and a black lace bustier. She turned slowly, to show me her entire body. I stared at her intently, trying to burn her image into my memory. When she finished the turn she bent slightly to unfasten the garters holding her stockings. She then unfastened the hooks that held the bustier in place. When everything was undone she pulled it away from her body and tossed it over her shoulder. It landed on the corner of the bed. Once again she turned for me and I was busy burning another memory into my brain. I was overwhelmed with desire for her. Not for sex with her, but desire for her. I wanted her to be in my life, forever. I fervently hoped it could happen, would happen. "There. Strip completed, tease left for the next time. "Now, you go warm up some pizza while I slip into something more comfortable." I put two pieces on a plate and nuked then for three minutes on medium. While the microwave was working I poured two glasses of soda water, added some ice and set out plates and napkins. I had just finished putting the slices of pie on the plates when Amanda walked into the kitchen. I looked her up and down and gave her a soft but very deliberate wolf-whistle. She was wearing a red, shorty, baby doll top with red lace trim and a matching g-string panty. The top was styled like a vest, and was tied together between her breasts. There was at least a three-inch gap between the sides of the top, as if that mattered. The material was so sheer it obscured nothing. She wore red thigh-highs with lace tops, and red pumps. "Where do you get this stuff? And in red?" Amanda again turned to model for me. "This morning you said you wanted a red toothbrush, so I went out to find one for you. I found this instead." She grinned at me, "I bet you don't complain about using my blue brushes anymore." I went to her and we embraced, long and hard. We pressed our bodies into each other, and I ran my hands over her back and squeezed the cheeks of her ass. We leaned back a little and kissed, softly and tenderly. Then a second kiss, like a quick peck. "Pizza's ready." We sat on the stools in the kitchen and ate. It took a little effort for Amanda to get settled on her naked backside, but once she was comfortable, she made short work of her pie. While we ate, Amanda told me about running out to get the red lingerie she was wearing. She spent almost an hour in the Fredrick's of Hollywood on Michigan Avenue, looking at alternatives. She laughed when she told me about how hard the sales girl tried to get her to buy a variety of body stockings, saying they were the perfect garments for catching a man. I shared details of my search for the strawberries and suggested we try to finish them during our next break. "Will we need a next break?" She reached into my lap and stroked my cock through the material of my boxers. "You will." "What about you? I think it's time for you to have some attention." She was still stroking me, and I was rising to the occasion. "I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. I'll take my turn later tonight. Right now, I'm interested in you." She pushed her plate away and asked, "Dessert now?" "Soon." She looked at me sideways, wondering what I had in mind, but didn't say anything more. We took our glasses into the living room and while she fiddled with the CD player I sat. When she came to sit, a Strauss waltz was coming from the speakers. I shifted so one leg was against the back of the seat and the foot of my other leg was on the floor. Indicating the space between my legs, I said, "Sit here." She did and then leaned back against me. "I enjoy being with you, Paul. The sex is great, not like I'm an expert or anything, but it is better than I ever imagined it would be. What's really nice, though, is how easily we get along between the sexual times. I felt it right away, even on the bike path. And since we had coffee downstairs, I've been completely at ease with you. It's a great feeling to enjoy a man's presence, to be able to lower my guard." She reached back and put her left hand on my neck, "I hope you keep coming around for awhile." "I don't think you have to worry too much about loosing me in the crowd." She wiggled back against me and cooed, "Good." I started to massage her shoulders, kneading her trapezoid muscles and then rubbing the base of her neck. "Oh, that is heavenly." I attended to the massage for a few minutes and then ran my hands down her arms and onto the tops of her thighs. From there I worked my way up over her stomach and ended my sojourn by cupping her breasts through the baby doll material. She sighed, "I tingle when you touch my breasts. I don't know why, it's just feels so sensuous." "Untie your top. As much as I like it, it would be better if it were off." Moments later the red, baby doll vest was on the floor. I cupped her now naked breasts and squeezed them, moving my hands so I could lightly pinch her nipples between my thumbs and fingers. "Ummmm, that is just delicious." "Better than pizza?" "Woman does not live by pizza alone. At least not this woman, not anymore." "Relax and enjoy." I continued to caress her breasts, but would make frequent, short side trips, down across her stomach, or her sides, and then over the tops of her thighs. She spread her legs so I would have access to her pussy and I would occasionally slip a hand under her g-string and press my fingers against her vulva. After many waltzes, I started to get serious about her breasts and nipples. I would alternate between them, squeezing one with one hand and twirling the nipple of the same breast with the fingertips of my other hand, always being careful to reach across so my arm was under the breast that was at that moment lacking attention. "Oh, you make me feel so good. My nipples are loving this. I'm on fire." "Then give yourself some added pleasure." "You wouldn't be offended if I did?" "Why do you think I would be offended?" "I don't know. Maybe if you thought I wasn't responding right, or you thought you should do all the work. I don't know." She sounded confused, worried about how I might react. "Remember last night, when I told you one of us would need to pay attention to your clit?" "Um hmm." "Last night you chose me, tonight I choose you. "After you get there, give me a taste." "Oh, you're so wicked. I love it." I kept my attentions on her breasts and she slipped a hand under her panties, spreading her legs even further to allow herself easy and complete access to her sex. I knew she had made contact when she pushed against me and scooted down on the cushion, just a little bit. She sighed, "This is so decadent. I can't believe I'm fingering myself like this." "What are you talking about? You were playing with yourself last night when I was stripping for you. If I recall correctly, you said it was to motivate me." "Oh, I did, didn't I. I had forgotten. I was so hot for you when I did that. I must have been on automatic pilot. My first orgasm with a man, and it was oral. God! I was so horny, and I wanted to get at your cock so badly. "Yeah, it was motivation for you to get your pants off so I could see you, touch you, lick you, put you in my mouth, do all the things I had only fantasized about. Last night was so great. Did I remember to thank you?" "I think you did, yes. Now give me a taste." She brought the first finger of her right hand to my lips and I took it into my mouth, tasting her juices again. And again, she tasted great. "Now with two fingers." She returned her hand to her pussy and was soon back with two wet fingers. They tasted twice as good. "You taste great. Now, let's go for number two. This time as partners." She sounded very happy when she answered, "OK." Amanda put both hands between her legs, but I couldn't see what she was doing. Whatever it was, she was very good at it. Within only a few minutes she was moaning and pushing back hard against my chest. I in turn had stopped squeezing her breasts and was playing with just her nipples. I used only the first two fingers and thumb of each hand, alternately caressing, pulling, and pinching. As usual, Amanda let me know I was doing well. But this time there was a greater urgency in her voice than usual, and a more bawdy tone. "Yeah, that's it! Pinch 'em harder. Yeah, like that. Oh, this is so nasty. I love it. Here, taste me again." She brought the same two fingers to my mouth and I sucked them clean. She must have switched hands while she had her fingers in my mouth because she didn't seem to slow down at all. While I was still sucking on her fingers, she cried out, "Oh, fucking yes! I'm cuming!" Amanda Ch. 2 She pulled her fingers out of my mouth and sat forward, squeezing her legs together. As far as I could tell she still had her hand between her legs. She rocked up and down a few times and then relaxed, again leaning back against my chest. I cupped her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples, "That didn't take long, and from where I sat, it looked like you had a good time." She took a deep breath before she answered. "That was intense. Playing with myself with you right here was almost as intimate as having sex with you, maybe more in it's own way. I never, ever even imagined I could play with myself in front of a guy. Masturbation has always been such a personal thing for me." She laughed out loud, "I even close my bedroom door when I masturbate, and I live alone. "Oh Lord, Paul, you have changed my life." "Well, this was sort of private, I really couldn't see anything, you know. You were facing away from me." "You want to watch? I'll do it again and you can watch. Come on." Her voice clearly indicated her enthusiasm for her new found freedom, her emerging sexuality. She stood and grabbed my hand, pulling me up and leading me towards the bedroom. When we arrived she stripped out of her g-string and literally jumped onto the bed. She rolled onto her back, scooted up so her head was on a pillow, pulled her knees up, and spread her legs. "Come on, get on the bed between my legs. Get close. I want you to see everything." I did and when I was settled my face was no more than a foot from her pussy. "Don't blink. I'm so hot this is not going to take very long. Having you watch me like this, I may not even have to use my fingers." She reached down with both hands and spread her lips, presenting herself to me. She held her lips open for about ten seconds and then slipped the index finger of her right hand into her sex. She then added her middle finger, and then her ring finger. When she had all three fingers imbedded within her, she started to pump them in and out, while pulling up toward her clit. After only a few moments of this, she moved the first two fingers of her left hand over her clit and started to rub it, using a circular motion. I looked up at her and she was watching me. Her face was flushed and she was breathing in short ragged breaths. I looked back down at her now thoroughly excited pussy. After a few more moments Amanda closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure. I reached out with my hands and used my fingers to caress the skin of her vulva, running them up and down on either side of the three fingers she had buried in her vagina. "Oh, yes! Do that. That's right, do that." She climaxed within about fifteen seconds of my first touch, spreading her knees wide apart and raising her hips. "Ohhhhh. Ummmmm. Oh yeah. Oh yeah" I could see her vagina contracting around her now quiet fingers. She had also stopped the motion on her clit but was pressing all four fingers of her hand down on it. "Take your fingers out of your vagina." She did and I pulled forward enough to replace her fingers with my tongue. I licked her once and then covered her completely with my mouth, my tongue licking the walls of her vagina. Within moments she cried out. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" She climaxed again, as hard as the first time. I stopped moving and she grabbed my head and pulled me hard against her sex. I could feel the contractions around my tongue. It was the most erotic feeling I had ever had. My emotional state at that moment defies description. It was like being part of her pleasure, part of her. I had never felt so close to another human being in my life. She finally pushed my head away and lay still, breathing in deep lungfulls of air. I moved up to lie beside her and put my arm around her. "Oh, baby, if that was as good for you as it was for me, you must be in orbit." She turned her head to look at me and answered in a soft voice, "Around Saturn, and the rings are beautiful." We stayed like that for some time, my arm around her, lightly pressing against her breasts. "Strawberries, I'm thinking about strawberries." I asked, "Here or in the kitchen?" "In the kitchen. I have to get up anyway." We kissed and I said, "I'll get things ready while you freshen up?" "Perfect." I collected our glasses from the living room on my way to the kitchen and dumped out the water, replacing it with fresh soda and ice cubes. I was just putting the berries on the counter when she arrived, still wearing the red stockings and pumps, nothing else. Her expression was radiant and she was grinning at me. "I can't believe I did that. Don't get me wrong, I loved it, but I still can't believe I did it. Two back to back orgasms, a first for me, and the second one was on your tongue." She wrapped her arms around her body and shivered. "Just thinking about it gives me a rush. Then she looked at me and asked, "'What's happening to me?" She looked at the clock and shook her head. "It's only eight o'clock! Do you realize it's been, let's see, less than nineteen hours since we were sitting in the living room when I first told you I wanted to have sex with you?" "Actually about eighteen hours since we actually had intercourse." She was happy with the situation. "I've turned into a slut. Ice queen to slut in less than a day." "Slut becomes you, as long as you’re my slut. And you did say you had a lot of catching up to do." She came up to me and we embraced. "Yeah, catching up. I like catching up." She then looked up at me and asked, "Is it OK, really, me acting this way?" "I'll take you any way you act. This way just happens to be better than any other way I can think of, so don't change. It's the real you, and the real you just happens to be an incredibly sensuous and sexy lady. Remember, 'Don't change a hair for me, Now that you care for me.'" She stepped back and patted her hand on the edge of the stool side of the counter. "Sit up here." I did and she reached into my boxers and pulled my suddenly very hard cock out through the fly. She stroked it a couple of times and then looked at me. "Catching up is good to do. If I don't get it right, be sure to tell me what to do, and when the time comes for you to cum, I want you to cum in my mouth." Standing in front of me, Amanda bent forward and took me into her mouth, supporting herself with her hands on the edge of the counter. Closing her lips around my shaft, she rubbed her tongue over the head and then pulled up till the head was half in and half out. Sucking on me, she lowered herself again and started to bob up and down on my cock. I put my hand on her head and ran my fingers through her hair, "Amanda, baby, you don't have to suck so hard, just the friction from you lips and tongue will be enough. Just keep it steady." She nodded and stopped sucking. It was easier for her and better for me. She maintained a rhythm like she had a metronome in her head and the feeling was wonderful. Like last night, actually earlier this morning, just being in her mouth was getting me close, and fast. "Go lightly, baby. This is really starting to feel good." I leaned back on the counter, supporting myself on my elbows, and enjoyed Amanda's lips and tongue as they pleasured me. It only took a few more minutes and I was very close. I sat up and once again put my hands on her head, not to direct her, but to touch her. "This is good, you're doing great. I'm very close. Just tighten your lips a little." Again she nodded and I immediately felt the difference. Now it was my turn to moan. "Oh, baby. Amanda, darling. I am so close. Just stay with me for another moment." I felt the cum rising from my balls, flowing through my cock. "Now, baby, now." I shot hard and she pulled back so only the head was in her mouth. I couldn't see her face so I didn't know how she was dealing with it. I shot again, and then a third time, both times almost as hard as the first. "On, this feels good." I knew I was still cuming a little and Amanda was still covering my cock with her mouth, but not moving, just keeping the head inside of her. "OK, that's all. I'm done." She pulled off my cock and stood, holding the shaft in her right hand. She looked at me, smiled a little, and swallowed. Only a small little rivulet ran from the right side of her mouth to her chin. She grinned at me and exclaimed, "Wow! That's different." I pulled her towards me, to kiss her, but she resisted, "Wait." She scooped up the cum on her chin with the index finger of her left hand and quickly licked it clean. "Now." And we kissed. I played with her lips with my tongue and after a moment she opened her mouth to me. I could taste myself on her tongue and smell myself on her breath. She pulled back and asked, "It doesn’t bother you, kissing me so soon after?" "No. Does it bother you when we kiss soon after I've eaten your pussy?" "No, but that's different." "How so?" "There's less of me. I get wet, but there's never that much volume, especially all at once." "True, but tasting a little bit of me when the taste is on your tongue is kind of sexy." "Have you ever tasted yourself in a woman?" "You mean have I ever gone down on a woman after having intercourse with her?" "Yes." "Yes." "Wow. OK, I just wanted to know. Something else to look forward to." I laughed and pulled her to me and kissed her again, "You are a minx." She laughed back at me, "So it seems." There was a little cum leaking from the tip of my cock. Amanda noticed it, bent and licked it off, and then tucked me back inside my boxers. "I could use a strawberry chaser." We ate the remaining berries, standing in the kitchen, bantering back and forth about Chicago politics like old, fast friends. Every now and then, after taking a bite out of a particularly juicy berry, I would push it into one of her nipples, and then suck off the juice. She giggled like a happy child each time, but would always hold her breast in her hand while I sucked her nipples clean. We decided that it was both the cold berry and the sucking that explained how her nipples got so hard. "What time do you get up for work?" "I usually get up at six. I like to start my rounds by eight. It gives me enough time to discuss cases with the interns, if they need a little extra motivation to bone up on a condition or whatever." "Then we have almost two more hours to play and you can still get the doctor recommended eight hours of sleep." "What about dessert?" "You still thinking about that" I'll tell you what, we can do dessert during our next break." She grinned, "I could grow accustomed to this routine." We walked back to the bedroom, holding hands. When we arrived, I asked her, "Still interested in being touched?" "Of course." "Lie down on the bed, on your stomach. You can take off the nylons and shoes, if you want." "I don't want. I got these for you. Besides, I feel sexier when I'm wearing lingerie." She was on the bed, arms hugging a pillow. I lay beside her, on my side. Tell me what it's like to be a doctor at Cook County Hospital. Anything like the TV show? While we talked I ran my free hand over her back and across her cute little tush, paying equal attention to both cheeks. Then down the backs of her legs and up again to her shoulders. Shortly after we started she moved her hair out of the way so I could rub the back of her neck. She told me about County and asked me about being an environmental engineer. What was it like to be a consultant, how did I find clients, what kind of work did we do. Other couples might have had this conversation over coffee, or during a dinner date. We had it in her bed, and I didn't stop caressing her for even a second. Later, "Turn over on your back." She did and I restarted my routine, this time moving from her throat, over each breast, across her flat stomach, around her pussy and down the top of one thigh, then moving to the other and back up to her throat. She made it easy for me to fondle her breasts by keeping her arms crossed behind her head. Now we were talking about hobbies, other cities we had visited, and our favorite restaurants in the city. "Spread you legs." She giggled, "I'll never forget you saying that last night. My heart skipped a beat, and for just a second I thought the worst. But boy, was I ever glad I did. Is this wide enough?" "Perfect." I pressed the palm side of my fingers against her vulva. After holding them there for about fifteen seconds, I slowly began to work my middle finger into her vagina. "It's going to be difficult for me to carry on a conversation if you keep doing that." "I'll stop if it distracts you." "Nooo, that's OK. I'll try." I don't think she tried very hard, because she hardly said a word after that. I started to slid my finger over her clit, using it's full length to stimulate her. At the beginning, I hardly touched her, but as I continued, I put more pressure on her cute little button, intent on bringing her to another, intense climax. Not too long after I started, Amanda moved her arms from behind her head so she could fondle her breasts. She looked so erotic; eyes closed, a sweet smile on her lips, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. I increased both the speed and the pressure of my finger on her clit, but continued to use the full length. The motion was similar to playing a violin. She moaned and whispered, "You're too good to me." I pressed just a little harder, increasing the speed just a little. "Oh, you know what I like." When she came, her body tensed and she lifted her torso off the mattress. I stopped stimulating her clitoris and slid my finger back into her vagina, moving it in small circles, rubbing it against the walls of her sex. I could feel the contractions, about one every second. She was exceptionally quiet, emitting only low moans while she climaxed. When the moment passed, she relaxed completely, breathing deeply and regularly. I looked down at her and smiled. "I love it when you cum. You enjoy it so much." "That much is certain." It was a statement of fact. I brought my finger to her lips. "You want to taste?" She looked at me, "I never have." Then, "Yes, I do," and she opened her mouth. She sucked her juices off my finger, continuing to suck on it long after she had gotten them all. After awhile I pulled away and she gave me a pouting look. "That wasn't so bad. At least now I know what you taste when you're working your magic." We adjusted our positions so she could rest her head on my shoulder, her arm across my chest. We lay close together, both physically and emotionally. Maybe we dozed, maybe time just slipped by as we cuddled, but the next time I looked at the clock it was after ten. "Amanda, honey?" "Umm hmm." She snuggled up against me, still mostly asleep. "Baby, I think we fell asleep. It's after ten. Let's get ready for bed, and then I want to make love to you the old fashioned way." "Mmmm, that would be nice, more missionary work, and you are such a good missionary." She was wearing her lustful smile. "But what about my dessert?" She was awake now. "Dessert will have to wait." "Is it worth the wait?" "Pretty sure." "OK, loving tonight, dessert tomorrow. I can work with that." ****** Thanks for spending the time to read my story. I hope you enjoyed it. I will tell you about Amanda and Paul's first organized social event together and about the Haggan Das 'dessert' in chapter three. Again, thank you for all of the positive feedback. It makes the writing that much more fun. Chicago Bob Amanda Ch. 3 Amanda meantime had got herself a flat so that her constant absences from home would no longer need explaining. One evening she and Paul met at the hotel bar where everything had started. Things were pretty quiet and in the big open area they saw a couple form Paul's building. They had recently moved in and were attractive, apparently childless, and in their thirties. The woman, Margot, had spoken casually in the appartment block's main lobby with Paul already. She'd noticed his girlfriend and thought she was hot. Margot liked a youngish woman from time to time. Paul suggested to Amanda that they go over and say hello. They did so. Introductions were made and they settled for an evening of drinks and conversation. Amanda got up to use the toilet and Margot said she needed to go as well. When they got to the toilets there was only one cubicle free thanks to the bar filling up. Taking her hand Margot pulled Amanda into the cubicle. Without batting an eyelid she hiked her dress and pulled her lacy dark blue micro-panties down. "God that's a relief" as she emptied her bladder into the bowl. "I was having so much fun out there I forgot I was bursting. I might leave these off for the rest of the evening in case I get lucky." She laughed taking her panties from around her ankle. She obviously had no problem with showing her pussy to an almost total stranger. She was tipsy but knew what she was doing. "Won't your husband be getting some of that?" asked an equally tipsy Amanda. "Sure but we like to include others." Came the reply as she wiped herself, stood up and flushed. "Your turn." Amanda hiked her tight little skirt to reveal she was pantiless. "My word there's a sight for sore eyes!" Emptying her bladder Amanda decided to brazen it out. "Play your cards right and you'll get a closer look later. You're not the only people in the building who share." Amanda spread and wiped herself slowly, enjoying displaying herself. As she stood Margot came up to her and kissed her agressively. Amanda had never done this. It took her a moment to respond properly. Breaking the kiss she explained that she had only been with two women and the extent of her activities with them. "Shit that's hot. You mean he hired two whores to take care of you. My God you're a lucky woman!" "Wait till you see Paul's cock." Amanda replied. "Speaking of which shall we pick up the guys and head back. Come and use our place." They exited the cubicle to all sorts of odd looks. Margot still had her panties in her hand. The guys had begun to wonder what was going on and were relieved as the women reappeared. Margot handed her panties to a started Paul and told him that Amanda had said he might enjoy them. Margot looked at Hugh, her husband and said. "We're off to our place Darling, and by the way if Amanda had been wearing any you wouldn't have missed out." Back at the appartment Margot took the lead again and offered to inspect Paul's 'big cock' "My God you're thick!" She murmured as she stoked him. A minute later she was swallowing as much of him as she could. Amanda meanwhile was on her hands and knees having her cunt serviced by Hugh's tongue. He was pretty uninhibited like Margot and was also giving her anus some attention. She slumped forward with her skirt around her hips to enjoy the sensations. She had removed her top, was massaging her clit and rubbing her rosy pucker against Hugh's face. Standing Margot dropped her dress and stood naked in front of Paul. She was quite beautiful. She had no pubic hair and her breasts were full with large protruding nipples. She had a slight all over tan. Margot turned to Amanda and asked her if she let Paul come in her pussy would she clean her up. Right then Amanda would have agreed to anything. She nodded. "Alright then Paul let's see if we can get that thing in me." She bent over the sofa and used her hands to spread herself. Paul bent and ran his tongue along her slit then putting some spit on his cockhead he lined up with Margot's hole and pressed into her. Just as Kirsty had she took him with only a small effort. "Fuck me hard and don't stop." She hissed. "I just want some cum to feed Amanda". Amanda meantime had come on Hugh's face. He'd put a finger at her anus and she had fucked herself onto it. He hadn't removed it immediately she came and she continued to rotate slightly on it. "Would you like something more?" he enquired hopefully. "Can I see your cock?" "Sure." He withdrew stood up and took his clothes off. He was about seven inches long but only about half as thick as Paul. "Shall I get a condom?" He asked. "And some lubricant." As he disappeared Amanda took off her skirt and knelt on the rug. Hugh returned wearing a sheath and began to kiss her arsehole as a lover would kiss her lips. He ran his tongue around its rim. First one finger then two entered her. She felt the coolness of the lubricant being applied. Finally as she felt quite stretched she felt the end of Hugh's cock at her hole. Paul still hadn't come although he'd fucked Margot senseless. Apologising she asked him to stop in return for the promise of a blowjob later. As Hugh began to penetrate Amanda's rectum Margot kissed Amanda and told her it would just be her juices she was licking up. She then slithered under Amanda into a 69 postion and opened her legs for Amanda to eat her. To her own surprise Amanda clamped onto Margot's wet open pussy and went to work. She wondered why she had not done this ages ago. It was very pleasant especially as she could also catch a very faint taste of Paul. Her bowel filled with Hugh and Margot sucked on her clit. Hugh was enjoying Amanda's rear end. His cock was right up her and he warned her he would last long as she was very tight and he was over stimulated. From between Margot's legs she told him to cum whenever he pleased. He did this with a mighty lunge into her anus. As he withdrew from her Paul put his cock to Amanda's pussy lips. She spread wider to take him and in one plunge he was in. Several thrusts and Amanda was coming on Margot's face. She accidentally bit Margot's clit. This was the sort of thing Margot loved. She exploded with a howl. Paul had had too much to drink and felt he'd never come. Amanda couldn't take anymore so Margot set about sucking his fat tool. Sensing his concern she held a finger out to Hugh for some lubricant. Her slippery finger entered Paul's rear and began to massage his prostate. She sucked and fingered and sucked and fingered and eventually a load hit her mouth with Paul hyper-ventillating and moaning. Amanda snuggled up to Paul that night and asked him how his arse felt. "Fine, how's yours Darling?" Her eyes waterd slightly "I feel a bit tender. I can't tell you how sorry I am it couldn't be you. I've always wanted to give you something nobody else has had and now I can't" "It's no big deal. Really I just adore you. I couldn't love you more. I'm happy you got your little tail seen to and I'm glad I was there. Don't give this virginity thing another thought. If you want to now that you have some experience we can try." "That would be nice but no tears if it doesn't work." "What shall we do for our holidays?" "I was thinking of a place I've heard about a few hours flight from here.." "Oh yea....?" "How do you feel about public nudity?" "Me, you or other peoples'?" "How about all three! I'm told this place is fully serviced if you catch my drift." "Jesus Paul. You mean room service gets you serviced?" "Apparently. Shall I book?" Amanda's hand was moving between her legs rubbing herself. From her bedside table she produced Margot's panties and sniffed them and she contracted in little spasms. "I'll take that as a 'yes'" as Paul watched her masturbate had one final question. "When you're finished would you suck me while I have a sniff of those.?" Amanda nodded and grunted as she soaked her fingers.