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Julie & Steve Ch. 01

By: Heathers_Dad



Glad to be leaving work early for the day, Steve Thomas walked to his car wearing his best navy suit. Forty-eight years old, Steve could easily be considered out of his prime. His ex-wife certainly thought so. It had been three years, but he still missed her company. She was the perfect fit for him in so many ways. Blonde where he was a graying brunette. Smoldering brown eyes in contrast to his blue-green. Sharp, exquisite beauty complimenting his proud, hair-covered jawline. Even their heights were perfect; her tall, curvy figure fitting nicely under the arm extending from his broad-shouldered, 6'3" frame.

But, that was all over now. She had left him and already moved on. It wasn't a surprise, really. Their marriage had been loveless for years, fueled only by their shared passions and their love for their daughter, Heather. But, Heather was grown now, attending college. The goodbyes were back-to-back. A week after dropping his daughter off, Steve Thomas went apartment hunting. Even for a successful business man, finding a nice place on a single budget isn't exactly easy. For that reason, Steve had opted for a place outside the city. Sure, it gave him a long commute, but he enjoyed the drive.

He had been looking forward to the drive home. He had just bought a new CD and was looking forward to hearing it.

But, for some reason, a sudden impulse hit him on his way to the parking garage. Not quite certain why he was doing it, he stepped into the coffe shop on the corner. As he walked inside, the warm aromas assaulted his senses. Stopping inside the door, he inhaled deeply, savoring the myriad scents. The shop was unusually busy for the middle of the day on a Thursday.

"What the hell do all of these people do for a living that they're in here drinking coffee in the middle of the day?" Steve thought to himself.

Shrugging it away, he moved inside to get in line and was stopped cold in his tracks. Suddenly, the smell of freshly-brewed coffee and baked sweets were gone. The crowd was silent. All that existed was the woman at the counter. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She electrified his senses in ways he couldn't understand. He had to meet see more of her.

"Turn around," he thought to himself, "I've got to see if her face is as amazing as that body."

He stood there for what seemed like ages, but her order must have been a special one because the line wasn't moving. Sighing, he looked at the long line once again and decided to sit and wait it out, hoping that he might get a chance to speak with the beautiful stranger. He sat staring at her, admiring her long legs and amazing curves. She was casually dressed and yet still dressed to kill. A simple jean skirt draped over her hips, flowing down over a tight, round ass and teasing the middle of her luscious thighs. Across a small patch of porcelain skin sat the tops of a pair of knee-high, high-heeled boots. Dragging his eyes back upward, he was that she was wearing a deep red top that hugged her sides, revealing a small waist supporting womanly curves. Her long dark hair swept was up neatly, exposing the back of her neck he longed to kiss.

Then, without a warning, she turned. Steve's eyes were immediately drawn to her chest. The shirt's neckline plunged deeply between her full breasts. As she completed her turn, he was finally able to see her face; soft, creamy skin and bright green eyes, the pouty, shell pink lips with barely a hint of lipstick on them. She was in her early twenties and full of a raw sensuality.

Coffee in hand, she moved over to add the cream and sugar, her eyes moving over the crowd, resting briefly on Steve before moving on. Steve felt a shudder of excitement unlike any he had known in years. That brief second of eye contact quickened his pulse and made him flush. Then, suddenly, she turned back to look at him again.

Stunned at how perfectly her face matched the rest of her body, Steve dropped his briefcase. To his shagrin, the noise was like a gunshot and the entire shop became silent in an instant. But, he was too entranced to be embarrassed. Without taking his eyes off her, he stammered an apology, and the noise resumed. Still, all Steve could think about was this woman standing across the shop.

"She's looking at me!" Steve thought. "Why is she's looking at me? Oh shit, she's walking over here. Think of something clever to say."

Smiling warmly at her with as much confidence he could muster, he took a breath and spoke, "Hi. Lovely weather we're having, isn't it?"

Steven groaned inwardly, "Perfect, you dumbass," he thought to himself. He had just ruined his one shot. But, rather than walk away, she inched closer, biting her lower lip to stifle the grin that very evident in her sparkling eyes. Her tone was warm as she mesmerized him with her sweet, sulty voice.

"You don't remember me, do you, Mr. Thomas?"

As she spoke, recognition began to suddenly it dawns on him. Take away those exciting curves, crop the hair, put her in shorts and a t-shirt...

"JULIE!? It's you, isn't it? I almost didn't recognize you."

Standing up, he awkwardly hugged his daughter's best friend from high school, not quite able to feel right about how good her breasts felt against his chest. Still, the hug gave him a few, precious seconds to hide his blushing face.

She laughed a tinkling little laugh, pleased that he finally remembered her and returned his hug, perhaps holding on a few moments too long, enjoying the feel of his body against hers before pulling back.

"Thanks, Mr. Thomas. I'm nearly finished with my teaching degree. How is Heather?"

Willing himself to pull out of the embrace, Steve motioned for her to sit across from him. Waiting for her to do so before he took his own seat, he took the opportunity to watch as she sat and crossed her amazing legs. Sitting, Steve continued their conversation.

"That's great for you. Heather's good. Good. Last I heard, anyway. I don't know if that girl is ever going to graduate. She just changed her major again. I don't have any idea what she's studying now. If she doesn't settle down soon, I'm going to have to start playing the lottery."

Julie smiled, tucking herself under the table. Listening about Heather, she nodded in understanding. Julie has seen her around on campus, always with a different guy and rarely with books in her hands. Sipping her coffee, she laughed quietly as Steve spoke, thrilled to be seeing him again after all this time. Nervous, Julie's eyes strayed down to the table and she focused on the coffee cup in her hands as she began to speak again.

"I'm so glad to see you, Mr. Thomas. After Heather and I fought... Well, I missed you."

With those last words, Julie lifted her eyes for a split second, looking out of the top of her head to gauge his reaction.

Forgetting his fascination for the moment, wanton lust left his eyes for the first time as honest concern appeared.

"Fought? What do you mean? Heather and I haven't really talked much for a while. I get 'official' updates once in a while, but that's about it. What happened between you guys?"

Biting her lip again, fingers tracing over the rim of her coffee cup, she gave a light shrug. "She... She sort of found out that I... had... have a crush on you. She got mad. She said that you were the only reason I was friends with her and that she never wanted to see me again. So, I left.

Julie's face flushed crimson as the words spill out uncontrollably. Then, her confession finally out, she took a deep breath and watched Steve across the table, fiddling nervously with her cup.

Not knowing what to think, Steve find himself wishing he had his own cup of coffee to stare into. "Oh, why does she have to bite her lip like that?" He thought to himself, "It drives me crazy!"

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Steve replied, "I... I'm sorry to hear that... about you two... I'm flattered, but... Really?"

Julie nodded, glancing shyly up at him as she took a deep breath of her own, a tendril of hair falling from her temple to brush against her cheek.

"Yes, really. I... I wasn't expecting it, but after your wife left you and I started spending so much time with you and Heather, it just sort of happened."

Steven reached out tentatively, fingertips brushing the back of Julie's hand. His heart seemed to skip a beat as he savored her warmth briefly, trying to form his words.

"Julie." He took a deep breath. "You... you're an amazingly beautiful young woman. You're smart, you're kind, you're... Did I mention beautiful?" He smiled nervously at her as his cheeks flushed. "But, you're my daughter's best friend. Okay, okay. You were my daughter's best friend. Plus, I'm so much older than you. Old enough to be your father." Staring down at the table, he forced the next words out. "Again, I'm flattered, but how can this possibly work?"

Looking down, Steve saw that Julie's hand had left her cup and their fingers were now entwined. Holding his breath, he stared deeply into her eyes, not knowing what to think about the situation any more.

Julie's breath caught at the touch of Steve's fingers and her eyes closed briefly. She listened patiently, his speech almost exactly like the ones she had rehearsed hearing hundreds of thousands of times in her fantasies. Waiting for him to finish, she continued to cling to the hope that she could say what was needed to make him understand. Opening her eyes, she looked back at him, leaning forward slightly to lend urgency and need to her words.

"It would work just like any other relationship. Sure, we'd have our obstacles to get around, but if we want it badly enough, we can make it work. I've wanted you, loved you, for years. I thought it would go away over time, but it's not just a schoolgirl crush. It's not going to disappear, and i'm never going to get over it."

Steve's breathing quickened, excited by her desire, and he forced himself to breathe more deeply.

"So, what do you suggest?"

Licking her lips, heart pounding in her chest, Julie smiled brightly at him, her hands reaching to grasp and squeeze his as she murmured softly, "My apartment is just around the corner, Mr. Thomas. Would you... Would you like to come back with me?"

Steven was almost panting now, and he wasn't quite sure if he'd be able to stand without making a scene.

"Well, I do have the afternoon off... We're both adults here... And," he blushed deeply, "you obviously saw how I was looking at you earlier."

She smiled warmly and gave his hands another squeeze as she nodded and silently rose to her feet. Without a word, she took the half step to bring herself almost directly in front of him and subtly licked her lips.

"Yes, we are, Mr. Thomas. We're both very grown up now."

Standing with her, their bodies not quite touching, Steve leaned over and grabbed his briefcase.

"Lead the way, Julie. I... I... I'm ready... I am so ready," he told her breathlessly.

She smiled and took his hand, leading him from the coffee shop. As they stepped out onto the sidewalk, she slipped under his arm, guiding his hand to rest low on her hip she wrapped her own arm around his waist. "It's just a block this way," she said, pointing.

Steve hugged her tight against his body. It wasn't exactly easy to walk, but he couldn't imagine waiting another second to get as close as humanly possible to her. His mind strayed to how his hand was moving with the sensual swaying of her hips, and he found himself unable to keep from moving it back and lower, slipping it into the back pocket of her skirt, smoothly and firmly squeezing her ass. "I can't wait."

Julie's breath caught in her throat as she felt his hand slide lower and into her back pocket, and she flushed with pleasure, pointing to a building about halfway up the street as they rounded the corner.

"There, that's my building," her voice slightly breathless with anticipation. She felt herself tremble with excitement and wondered, blushingly, if Steve could feel it, too.

His pace quickened as he took longer strides, driven by his hunger for this young woman. Soon he realized that he was tugging her along, and he turned to look at her, skin flushed, nipples erect.

'*Good. I'm glad we're close. If we don't get there soon I'm likely to end up taking you here in the middle of the street."

Julie giggled and hurried her steps to match Steve's, her hand reaching into her purse for her keys as they neared the doors. Quickly, she unlocked it and let the two of them in, then moved to the elevator, hitting the call button. The doors opened and they stepped inside. As Julie chose her floor, Steve began to press closer and closer to her, unable to fight his longing. Watching the doors close, heI began turning toward her. Then, just as the doors were almost closed, they open again and a little old lady steps onto the elevator, eyeing the pair judgementally. They smiled at her as warmly as possibly, giggling to themselves, and they're thankful as she gets out on the second floor. Turning to her once again, Steve grabbed Julie's face in both of his hands and pulled her to him in a fiercely passionate kiss. His body began to grind against hers, unable to accept the clothing that separated their flesh.

Julie moaned against his lips, knees going weak as Steve covered her mouth with his, and she pressed back against the wall of the elevator, arms wrapping tightly around his neck as she felt him grind into her. Arms enfolding her, Steve squeezed tight. Lips suddenly leaving hers, he kissed her face again and again, trailing to nibble her earlobe and kiss and suck on her neck.

The elevator announced their arrival with a loud "DING!" and the doors slowly opened.

Panting softly, Julie glanced over at the floor number the elevator has stopped on, and she placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Mr. Thomas," she panted, "this is my floor."

Gently and reluctantly, she eased him away, her nipples hard and poking against the fabric of her shirt and bra. She took his hand again and tugged him out of the elevator, hurrying with him down the hallway and fumbling with her keys as she tried to open the door. Not wasting any time, Steve stood behind her, arms wrapped around her once again, fingers working up and down her trembling arms. Spurred on by the scent of her hair, he pressed into her, brushing her hair aside with his chin as he kissed and licked her neck once again. A hearty moan escaped his lips as Julie rocked back into him, her ass grinding on his crotch.

"Open the damn door already!" he said, a hungry smile in his voice.

Julie laughed breathlessly, finally getting the door open and stumbling through, her knees weak with pleasure and desire. Steve pushed in behind her, shutting the door behind them. In one swift motion, he shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the back of a chair. "I thought we'd never get here."

Julie laughed again, eyes dancing with amusement as she bent to remove her boots. As they hit the floor, she straightened and turned toward him.

"It did seem to take a while, didn't it?" she teased.

He laughed with her as he tugged off his tie. "Yes, but it was just a blink of an eye compared to how long I plan to spend fucking you."

Julie let out a nearly inaudible purr at his words. She watched his face as she reached for the hem of my shirt and slowly lifted it to reveal the flat, creamy skin of her belly and ribs. Then, sensing his anticipation, she exposed her red satin bra to his lustful gaze and then lifted her shirt off over her head. Overwhelmed by this sudden display of her body, Steve knelt in front of her, kissing her belly.

"I've got a confession, Julie."

"What is it, Mr. Thomas?" she asked as her body shivered, her stomach muscles rippling lightly as his lips brushed over her skin. She ran her hands through his hair as she looked down at him, awaiting an explanation.

Heather was right to be mad. Her mother left because I've always been fascinated with you." As he saw her enraptured by his words, Steve spun her around. He licked and nibbled at the small of her back, reaching up and sliding his hands under her bra to fondle her full breasts. "Even before you grew up so much. Heather's mother figured out that I was usually the one to suggest that you come spend the night all those times."

Julie's eyes widened at the confession and her body arched against his hands and mouth. She relished in the feeling of his strong hands teasing her nipples into hard pebbles of desire. Her hands reached out, bracing herself against the wall as she gasped in breathless pleasure.

"Ohhhh. Oh! Mr. Thomas!"

"Call me Steve," he whispered into her back, his warm breath bringing goosebumps to your flesh. Slowly, he stood up behind her, arms leaving her breasts to loosen her skirt until it dropped to the floor. "And now, finally, you're mine," he said with a smile she could hear and feel even though she couldn't see it.

Julie turned around as her skirt dropped to the floor, her matching red satin thong hugging her curves to perfection, and my eyes gleamed with pleasure as she reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it with trembling fingers.

"I've wanted you for years, too, Julie. I just never suspected ..." he trailed off as he watched her fingers fumbling with his buttons. He quickly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers and let them drop to the floor, revealing his green silk boxers.

Hearing of his desire, Julie lost all patience with the buttons. She took hold of his shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons skittering across the floor. Her hands eagerly traveled over his bared chest, fingers exploring

every plane and muscle. Lost in his body, she murmured softly, "The ... the bedroom ... is the door closest to us."

"I can't wait that long," Steve growled.

Reaching down, he tugged her right foot up off the floor, wrapping her leg around his hip. Spinning, he pressed her against the wall, reaching between them to tug her thong aside and to pull his cock out of his boxers. Julie gasped, letting out a startled squeal as spun dizzily and felt herself pressed roughly against the wall. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly as her thong was shoved aside, revealing her smoothly shaved pussy.

"Ohhh ... ohhh yes, Steve...YES!"

Just as suddenly as he had spunner her around, a new thought comes to him. Lowering to his knees once again, he lifted her right foot up onto his shoulder and kissed his way up her thigh, tongue raking across her hot, wet lips. Julie's eyes widened with delight, her head tilting back as she shuddered at the feel of his tongue. She moaned loudly, one hand tightening in his hair as she licked her. She reached behind her with theo other hand, unfastening her bra and tossing it to the floor. Steve's fingers trailed up the inside of her standing leg. Slowly, teasingly, he parted her lips so his tongue could dive deep inside her, savoring her taste. With animalistic urgency, he ripped her thong apart, kneading at her ass with his free hand, fingertips teasing her tight hole. Julie cried out in pleasure as his fingers and tongue teased her most sensitve areas. Her hips rolled eagerly against his mouth and she whimpered and moaned, gasping for breath as she watched him with hungry eyes.

"Mmmm. You taste so good," Steve said agaist her wet pussy, his voice sending subtle vibrations up through her clit. "I can't believe we waited so long for this."

Gasping for breath, he returned for more, tongue parting her and circling her clit, causing Julie to shudder and pant with excitement. She writhed against his tongue and pulled him closer.

"Ohh ... Oh, Steve ... Please ... Please! I need you inside me!"

Sucking lightly on her clit, he drew it between his lips, tongue flicking across it eagerly. Her lips parted easily as he slid two fingers inside her, driving in and out of her again and again. Her back arched and she cried out once again, hands tightening in his hair. Her slick pussy drenched his fingers as their motion continued inside her. She ground and bucked against his fingers and tongue, her entire body shuddering and trembling as she struggled to stay on her feet. Reveling in her pleasure, Steve moaned against her, the vibrations rolling up her swollen clit as his tongue flicked over it eagerly. He wanted to taste her fully. He was going to continue pushing her toward the edge until he could finally taste her cum. Her body began writhing and jerking spasmodically with every hard thrust of his fingers, and he knew it wouldn't be long. She gripped his hair tightly, unable to hold back any longer as the pleasure crashed over her in waves, her pussy clenching around his fingers. Cum dribbled down his hand and wrist as she screamed out.


Julie & Steve Ch. 01



"AAAGGGHHH! OHH GOD YESS!"

Riding the wave of pleasure with her, Steve waited, then pulled his fingers out to suck them dry, savoring her juices. Leaning forward again, he licked every last drop from your lips, her body shuddering against his face as he moaned in delight. Julie gasped and moaned in delight at Steve's continue fervor. She leaned heavily against the wall, her body still trembling and shuddering with pleasure. As they both fought to catch their breath, Steve sat back on his feet, tenderly moving her foot back to the floor. He stared up at her in wonder, relishing her sex-crazed state.

"Damn, you're hot, Julie."

She looked down at him, struggling to catch her breath, her naked breasts heaving with the effort. Her eyes were dark and glazed with pleasure.

"Ohhh god ... Steve. Please fuck me! I need you!"

"What?" Steve grinned up at her impishly, "You don't want to taste me, too?"

Moaning, Julie slid down the wall slowly, regaining her breath. She giggled softly at the thought of his cock in her mouth.

"I thought so," Steve laughed with her. Standing up, he tugged off his boxers, hard cock bouncing eagerly in front of her. Julie licked her lips and reached forward, stroking him firmly for a few moments before leaning in to drag the wet tip of her tongue against his shaft, moaning in pleasure at his taste. Steve responded with a delighted moan of his own, running his fingers through her hair in anticipation. He looked down to see her staring up at him, lips parted. Suddenly, she took him deep, her hands reaching to grip his hips as she wrap her lips around his hard cock, tongue swirling and licking.

"Oh, fuck yeah. I've wanted this so long, Julie."

Watching her suck his cock was almost overwhelming. He worked to slow his breathing, closing his eyes and reveling in the feel of her tongue on his cock. She moaned against him and tightened her mouth around him, moving her head in a slow, easy rhythm.

"Oh yes, Julie. Take me deeper. I want to cum for you. You're going to drink me, aren't you?"

Nodding, she moaned louder and started to move faster and harder, sucking and slurping, precum and saliva coating his cock and making it glisten.

"Oh Julie! Oh, make me cum down that slutty throat of yours!" Steve cried, his breath coming unsteadily. His hands guided her head as he fucked her mouth and throat. "Be my slut, Julie, I want you so much!" His balls pulled up, ready for release. "Oh, Julie! I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ..."

Julie grunted and moaned, gagging ever so slightly as he pushed her up and down on his cock. She gripped tightly to your hips and looked up at him, silently signaling that she was eagerly waiting for his cum. His eyes closed against the pleasure and he began to cum hard into her throat, crying out with ecstasy. Grabbing the sides of her face, he pulled most of the way out and fucked back in again and again, her tongue and lips milking him. She gurgled and swallowed as his cum flooded her mouth and throat. She loved every last taste of it and smiled around his cock, feeling cum dribbling down her chin as he continued to empty himself into her throat.

As his orgasm receded, he pulled out his now flaccid cock, causing Julie to cough and splutter a bit. She dragged her tongue over her cumsoaked lips and he knelt down once again and kissed her deeply. Moaning into his mouth, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her naked body against his.

"Mmmmmm. You're amazing," Steve said after finally catching his breath. "I fantasized about you for years, but I never imagined anything this good."

Julie blushed and giggled softly, still trying to catch her breath. Her grip on him loosened, and he leaned back, collapsing to the floor, trying to breath normally again. She grinned down at him, one hand reaching to caress his cock as she snuggled up against him. He sighed contentedly and wrapped his arms around her, relishing the feel of your full breasts pressed against side.

"Eager for more, are you?" he looked over at her, grinning.

Julie giggled again and then pretends to pout. "You still haven't fucked me, Mr. Thomas. Her voice sounded very young at that moment as she reverted to calling him by his surname.

"Julie. I tried to warn you," he teased in reply, grinning widely. "I'm an old man. Do you think I'm some kind of sex machine?"

She sat up and folded her arms under her breasts and began to sulk, the gesture looking almost absurd because of her nakedness. Her eyes glinted with humor as she whined, "But you're s'posed to have more stamina."

"Oh? Why is that?" he laughed, trying not to fall prey to her subtle seduction.

"Because," she exclaimed, still pouting playfully, "you have more experience. You should be able to last longer."

"Oh... Is that so?" He teased, leaning up on his side, propping his head up with his hand. Reaching out to playfully tweak a nipple he asked, "And how much experience do you have with older men?"

Julie squealed and wiggled a little at the tweak, biting her bottom lip lightly.

"Um ... well... none," she began slowly, becoming playfully defensive, "but all my girl friends say so!"

"Oh? Like who?" he questioned, "Kimber?" wondering to himself if Julie knew about him fucking Kimber that time. "Or was it Brandi?" he chuckled, getting hard again as he remembered that wild weekend another of his daughter's friends had surprised him.

Glancing down at Steve's cock, Julie's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "As a matter of fact, it was!"

"Lucky guesses," he teased her, grinning widely.

Her eyes still narrowed, Julie nodded slowly, making skeptical sounds of awknowledgement. This time, though, the pouting was obviously real.

"I'm sorry. I thought you knew, Julie. I thought that's why you wanted me so much, because they had told you about me. I was telling the truth earlier, though. You are the reason my wife left. Kimber and Brandi were after that, and they were poor substitutes for you."

She sat in silence, stewing, giving her hair an angry toss.

"Julie? I'm sorry.You never acted like you were interested," Steve tried to reason with her. "I thought I'd never have you. Can you understand that?"

Sighing softly, Julie responded sullenly, the pout transforming slowly back into a tease. "I suppose so, Mr. Thomas."

"There won't be another one, Julie. It's just you ... that is, if you still want me... If you still want to be my slut."

Smiling, she stretched out against him, kissing along his jaw.

"Oh yes, Steve. I do. Very much!"

"We... we could share a place if you want," he began, kissing her softly, "And I swear, no other girls." Now it was his turn to tease again, "Unless you want one, of course," he said, smiling impishly.

"Really!?" her eyes lighting up, "You ...you mean it!?"

"Which part?" Steve asked, laughing.

Julie blushed. "About moving in," she stated, giggling.

"Yes, I mean it," he replied. "Of course, I was only half joking about the other..."

Julie broke off his remark as she squealed in delight and laughed, throwing her arms around him and kissing him passionately.

Steve welcomed the kiss, melting against her warm flesh. "I take it that's a 'yes?'"

"That's a 'Hell yes!'" she exclaimed, laughing against his lips.

Steve laughed with her, kissing her for a long time. Then, he stood and stretched, half-erect cock bouncing above her prone body.

"I think this calls for a celebration," he declared.

"Oh? What do you suggest?" she asked, giggling up at him and getting to her feet as well.

"Well, I seem to recall a certain 'need' you expressed earlier. I'd be very happy to help with that. Plus, there's something none of those other girls, even my wife, were ever willing to try for me. I thought we my try that," Steve replied suggestively.

Her eyebrows lifted and she licked her lips, backing into the bedroom. "Really? What is that?"

"Well, you know when I was licking your pussy?" Steve asked, following her hungrily, cock getting harder with each step.

"Mmmm. How could i forget?"

"... and my fingers were straying?"

Julie froze, her eyes widening and her face burning. Slowly, she began moving again, turning when she reached the bed and climbing onto it on her hands and knees.

"Mmmm," she actually began purring at the thought. "You want to fuck my ass, Steve?" she asked, swaying her hips tantalizingly back and forth. She looked back over her shoulder at him, licking her lips.

Unbridled lust filled Steve's eyes. He had never dreamed! "JULIE! You.. You mean?"

In response, she giggled softly and lowered her shoulders and head to the mattress, her hands reaching back to grab hold of the smooth, firm globes of her ass and spreading them open, revealing her tight pink asshole to him.

"Mmmm.... YES, baby! Fuck me. I'm your willing slut."

Before he knew what he was doing, Steve was climbing onto the bed and kneeling behind her. "Do you have any lube? Is this your first time? Are you sure about this?"

He rested his hand eagerly on her hips, cock inches away from her tight hole. He could feel the heat radiating from her lust-filled body. Grinning back at him again, she reached over to the bedside table, opening it and pulling out a tube of lubricating jelly, giggling at his eager questions.

"It's not my first time, Steve, and yes, I'm very sure. I want you to fuck my ass. Now."

Steve grabbed the lube from her, setting it on the bed and lowering his face to her ass. Pushing her hands aside, he spread her cheeks and tugged gently at her hole with his thumbs as he flicked his tongue across it again and again. Julie gasped and moaned, squirming as she gripped the bedspread in both hands. Urged on by her sounds, he moved lower, circling her clit with his tongue and licking slowly upward across her pussy and up to your asshole, twirling and shoving his tongue into her anus. He moaned in delight as she panted and groaned.

"YES! Please ...Please ... PLEASE! I want to feel your cock inside me, Steve! I've dreamed about it for so long," she begged.

Grabbing up the bottle, he poured a generous amount of lube onto her asshole and started working it in with his fingers. She shivered and let out a long, low groan in response, loving the sensation as his lubed fingers moved in and out of her tight, hot little ass. Her body swayed on the bed as she gasped for air. Driven on by Julie's lust, Steve pressed harder and his thumb popped inside her roughly, sliding in deep, causing Julie to scream and buck against him. The painful pleasure caused her to whimper as he slowly moved his thumb in and out of her, gradually feeling her relaxing more and more.

Reaching under her, he slipped his middle finger deep into her pussy and pull it back out for a taste. At the same time, he pulled out his thumb with a slippery "pop." He moved up behind her on his knees, lubing his aching cock.

"Are you ready, Julie?"

"Ohhh... Oh yes," she panted. "SO ready. Please fuck my ass, Steve. Use your little slut."

Steve grabbed onto her hips, guiding his cock in to brush lightly against your asshole, teasing her before pulling away slightly. Then, as she lay there waiting for his cock to penetrate her ass, without warning, his cock slammed deep into her pussy, balls slapping her clit as his thumb drove deeply back into her ass. Her back arched as she felt him thrust into her sopping wet cunt, and she screamed loudly as he filled her, stretching her tight walls around his thick, hard cock.

"OHHH GOD...YESSS!" she screamed.

Feeling his thumb pressing against his cock through that tiny wall of flesh, Steve bucked into Julie again and again, thumb and cock moving in counter rhythm.

"That's it, Julie. Oh fuck yes!"

Julie felt herself nearly sobbing in pleasure as he thrusted into her repeatedly, the pleasure growing rapidly with every movement. Suddenly, Steve's thumb was leaving her asshole and he slapped her ass playfully. She squealed and moaned at the playful slap, crying out loudly with each thrust of his cock. Then, he pushed against her hips, cock sliding out of her tight pussy. She felt him push her cheeks apart and he spit down into it. Her anus puckered as the warm saliva fell onto it. Then, he tugged hard on her hips again and impaled her pussy once more, grunting and groaning with building excitement. Hands once again on her hips, Steve began to buck harder and harder and HARDER, each counter-thrust pulling his cock completetly out of her pussy.

And then...

As he pulled out one last time, he lifted up and thrusedt hard, stopping just as the head of his cock penetrated her asshole. They screamed in unison as Julie let out another shriek of pleasure, her hands balling into fists against the bedspread as Steve pushed the head of his cock into her ass.

"OH FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK!!! Oh Julie!!!!"

Holding her still, Steve worked to regain his compsosure. Julie was panting and shuddering, her hips jerking slightly and her thighs trembling as she wavers on the verge of orgasm, whimpering desperately.

"Please... stop!" he begged. "Don't move... I... I don't want to cum yet!"

Leaning over, he reached around her and began to finger he clit. As he concentrated on pleasuring Julie, he slowly pressed deeper into her ass.

She gasped loudly, hips jerking wildly against his fingers as he teased her sensitive clit. She relaxed her ass as much as possible and rocked back needfully onto his cock before clenching down hard. Steve met herr rocking hips with a thrust of his own, his cock stretching her asshole, balls slapping her pussy.

"OH JULIE.. I'm ... I can't... I'm gonnna...."

Her scream pierced the bedroom as he thrust deeper and deeper into her ass. "Ohhh...ohh YES! FUCK ME! Fuck my ASS!"

Straightening up, Steve released the pressure on Julie's clit as he leaned backward, impaling you as deeply as possible but still shoving harder, wanting more. His hips rocked side to side as they bucked against one another.

"I'M CUMMINGG!!!! OH JULLIEEEE OH JULIEEEEE OH MY LITTLE SLUT OH FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

Fountains of cum spilled out around his cock, warm jizz pouring down over her pussy as he pumped into her ass again and again, grunting wordlessly. Julie's cries joined his until they were beyond sound, her body ached with pleasure again and again as she felt him cumming inside her ass, her cunt and ass clenching tightly as she came with him, her body glistening with a light sheen of sweat.They froze, locked together in silence for what seemed hours, unable to release one another. Then, as exhaustion began to take them, Julie relaxed and Steve collapsed backward, pulling out of her with a slurp, cum spraying out onto her perfect, heart-shaped ass. Gasping and shuddering, Julie's knees slid out from under her and she collapsed onto the bed as well.

After a while, they began to stir again, and Steve looked over at her with a sparkle in his eyes. "I may have to cancel that invitation, Julie. Much more of this and we'll kill each other" He laughed weakly, still trying to catch his breath and staring appreciatively at your fulfilled pussy and ass. 

Julie giggled breathlessly in response, reaching out to him. He crawled up the bed and wrapped his arms around her.

"You, my girl, are amazing."

She smiled at him, blushing prettily and they lay there, enjoying one another. Finally, Steven caught his breath and he got up, walking to the bathroom to clean up and then to the kitchen to get a drink.

"So, here or my place?" he called back to her.

Julie followed his lead, freshening up and then walking to the kitchen, still blissfully naked.

"Well, that's up to you. Which is closer to your work?"

"I walked from my office to the coffee shop on the way to my car. My apartment is about an hour away dealing with this traffic. So, this is much closer," he replied, handing her a bottle of water. "Plus, there's a certain sentimental attachment to this place."

Smiling, Julie accepted the bottle and took a drink, brushing closer against him. "Well, here it is, then," she replied, giggling.

Looking around, Steve took in the apartment for the first time. "It's nice. A little smaller than my place, but how much room do we need?" he asked with a grin.

"Mmmmm. Not much," Julie replie, hopping up to sit on the counter. She reached over and grabbed his hand, parting her legs and tugging him between them.

Slipping gladly between her legs, Steve wrapped her legs around his waist, hugged her tight and kissed her playfully.

"Again? Already?" he laughed. "You are trying to kill me, aren't you?"

Giggling wickedly, Julie tightened her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass. "So, how soon can you move in here?"

"To make it complete? A week. But, I figure I can go pick up enough clothes for at least a couple of days" Smiling conspiratorially, Steve affected a fake cough. "You know, I think I'm coming down with a cold. I may have to call in sick."

Julie laughed at his insinuation and kissed him. "You know, I think i might have a fever."

"I'm not surprised. I hear it's contagious."

She grinned at him, wiggling my hips against his. He warmed to her immediately, cock bouncing eagerly back to life.

"I guess I could try one more time. Besides, I want to cum in your pussy as much as you want me there," he said with a leer.

Julie glanced at the clock and pushed him away, sliding down off the counter. Sorry, it'll have to wait. I have a meeting I just can't get out of and I can't arrive smelling like sex."

"You smell fine to me," Steve laughed, slapping her ass playfully as she walked by on her way to the bathroom.

She jumped and giggled, sticking her tongue out at him as she round the corner and headed toward the shower. Following her after a few minutes, Steve climbed into the shower behind her and she looked back at him with an arched eyebrow as his hands slid across her wet body.

"I thought I could use a shower too," he said, seeing her questioning look. "That's an expensive suit I was wearing. I don't want to ruin it!"

His lopsided grin won her over and they lathered each other up, simply enjoying one another's presence and aching for the next opportunity they'd have to revel in their shared passion.

(to be continued)



Julie & Steve Ch. 02



Steve Thomas had been seeing his daughter's former best friend, Julie, for a little over a week. They still couldn't keep their hands off each other. The man who was old enough to be her father had "unofficially" moved in to her apartment, and she'd already had a set of keys cut for him. They were both still nervous as to what would happen once Steve's daughter, Heather, found out about the relationship, but each time one of them would express doubts, the other insisted that everything would be alright.

It's Friday now, and Julie arrived back at her - their, she corrected herself - apartment after another long day of class. Twenty years old, she was studying to become a teacher, and was certain to be the one all the boys would have crushes on.

She was tall, but not overly so, with long, shapely legs toned by years of walking through the city. Just as amazing as her legs were the luscious curves they supported. Old-fashioned people would refer to her slightly full figure as one that had "child-birthing hips." Whatever you called them, they fit her form perfectly, arcing down to a perfect, heart-shaped ass. Toned, just like her legs, her cheeks were full, but solid. 

Moving up her thin, but realistic, waist, your eyes would next pass over her breasts, which were nothing short of voluptuous. When she wore it down, her dark, straight hair cascaded well past her shoulders with just a trace of curls, playfully toying with her chest. Naturally rosy lips pouted below a small, slightly upturned nose. Her high cheekbones perfectly framed sultry, green eyes set in delicate, porcelain skin. All in all, only one word could come close to describing her: gorgeous.

She walked inside, closing the door behind her, and kick off her comfortable shoes in the front hall. Moving on into the living room, she lopped down on the couch, thinking to catch a quick nap before Steve came home from work.

Just a few minutes away, Steve sat in his office at the end of a very long day at work. No matter what he did, it seemed impossible to make anyone happy. Understandably, his mind kept straying to the young woman waiting for him at home. That only made the day seem longer.

He was older, just having turned 48 recently, but was still an attractive man. His athletic form rested on a 6' 3" frame. Broad shoulders supported a handsome face which bore a perpetual, lopsided grin. He had short, brown hair and blue-green eyes. His strong jaw was covered in a trim beard that had a slight tint of red. A hint of gray at his temples and the wire-framed glasses he wore gave him an added air of intelligence. His subtle good looks and constant air of confidence garnered him uncounted appraising glances from his female co-workers.

He was fairly recently divorced and they all knew it. They let him know that they knew, too. Flattered as he was, he never gave any of them a second thought.

Steve's hand slid over his leg for the thousandth time, fiddling with the cell phone in his pocket and he fought to summon the strength to keep from calling just to hear Julie's voice. It was almost 5 o'clock. He'd be seeing her soon, anyway.

Then, his boss showed up just as Steve was about to shut down for the evening. He dropped a stack of papers on the desk, demanding satisfaction. Sighing, Steve nodded in understand. This wasn't the first time he'd had to work late. Now it was different, though. Now he had a reason to leave.

Now, he realized, it would be another several hours without seeing Julie, without feeling her skin against his. He picked up the phone to call her, but decided against it. He didn't want to ruin her evening. Looking down at the stack of work, he judged that he shouldn't be too long. If she worried about him, she could call. Watching everyone else leave past his office door, Steve grumbled and got back to work.

Several hours later, Julie woke up and frowned at the clock. Steve should have been home long before now. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she walked to the bathroom and washed her face to wake herself up. Slipping her shoes on, she decided to go see what was keeping him.

It took no more than five minutes before she was standing in front of his building, and there were only a few offices with their lights still on. Steve's, she saw, was one of them. Shaking her head, she walked into the office building and waved at the security guard, letting him know she was going up to see Mr. Thomas. A few moments later, after a slow ride up the elevator, she stepped into the doorway of his office, a smile on her lips as she peered in. His head was resting on his arms. He was breathing deeply, obviously sleeping.

"Working late, baby?" she called, stirring him from his sleep.

Her warm, friendly voice caused Steve to rouse, but his mind was still foggy. "Hmmm," Steve thought to himself, "I must have fallen asleep. What!? Oh no! I fell asleep at the office!" Suddenly wide awake, he shook his head to clear his thoughts and reached to gather up all of his stuff. As he started to rise from his chair, he looked up and saw Julie in the doorway. "What's she doing here?" Steve thought, wondering if he was dreaming.

Stifling a yawn, he spoke, "Julie?"

She laughed softly and stepped into his office. The hallway is dark behind her. The lights were turned off hours ago. Moving around his desk, she combed her fingers through his hair and leaned down to kiss him deeply. Smiling down at him, she pulled back to perch on one corner of his desk.

"Yes, it's me," she said. "I thought I'd come see what was keeping you. I was expecting you home hours ago."

Steve stretched widely and leaned back in his chair to drink her in with his eyes. "Yes, I'm dreaming," he thought wryly, "I've been dreaming for a week, it seems." Smiling broadly, he placed a hand on Julie's knee, rubbing playfully.

"I'm sorry, Julie. Rough day at work. The boss made me stay after to finish a few things. I didn't think I'd be too late," he apologized. Realizing the source of his recent sleepiness at work, he grinned impishly. "I guess the long nights are catching up with me."

Giggling softly, Julie felt her cheeks heating with a blush as he teased her. She still couldn't believe that, after all this time, her dream of being with him had finally come true. Seeing him leaned back, she slid from the desk and straddled his lap, her hands running lightly over Steve's chest. The short, cotton skirt she was wearing rode up on her legs as she sat down, exposing smooth, creamy flesh.

"Mmmmm," she purred. "Just think what this weekend is going to do to you."

"I can't wait," Steve grinned at her, hands rubbing on both of her thighs. As her skirt was slowly pushed ever higher, he could smell her excitement building. With a subtle rocking of his hips, Steve pulled Julie deeper onto his lap and leaned forward to kiss her hungrily. "I guess we'd better get started, then. Give me a second to grab my things and we can go."

Julie let out a soft moan as he pulled her closer, and she returned his kiss eagerly. Her arms slipped around his neck as she nibbled on his ear and murmured softly, "Who said we needed to go anywhere to start?"

Steve growled with delight at her persistent nibbling and his body responded of it's own accord as his hips began rolling into her rhythmically. Reaching around behind her, he pulled up her skirt and squeezed her ass. Julie gasped and let out a soft whimper as his strong hands closed around cheeks left uncovered by her tiny thong. His lips trailing across her neck, he whispered, "What about security?"

She grinned mischievously, nipping harder at his ear and delighting in his growls of pleasure. Her body was already on fire for him and aching for use.

"That's the fun of it," she breathed, "they might catch us. Maybe they'll want to get in on it and fuck me, too."

"Not on your life, missy. You're all mine!"

She giggled at his reaction, knowing she had said just the right thing. Revved up by her teasing, Steve lifted her up onto the desk and pushed between her legs, tugging her thong aside and unzipping his pants in a flurry of motion. Cock now in his hand, he guided it to her waiting lips and teased her up and down. Julie moaned and squirmed as he dragged the head of his swollen cock up and down her glistening slit.

"Oohhhh! But maybe you won't have a choice," she continued teasing him, her eyes dancing in amusement as she tortured his mind with the possibilities. "Maybe they'll blackmail you, or tie you down and make you watch while they take turns at fucking me!"

Driven over the edge, Steve climbed up onto the desk with her, plunging his cock roughly inside of her. Julie's head flung back and she cried out in pleasure, wrapping her legs tightly around his hips and bucking up into him. Steve decided it was time to give her a taste of her own medicine. 

"The only cock you're getting is mine. But," he countered, "I'm hoping that sexy lesbian from the office next door stops back by. Maybe she'd like to play."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Julie pulled him close. As he once again buried his face in her neck, she looked over at the door, sure she had just seen a slight movement in the dark. Smiling at the possibility, she moaned again, loudly, lifting her hips harder against his as she panted out, "Maybe. Maybe all they'll do is watch, standing in the dark. Then, they'll come and find me when I'm alone and threaten to get you fired if I don't do what they want. What then, baby? Should I fuck them to save your job?"

"Which one, the guard or the lesbian?" Steve asked, trying hard to keep up their new game.

He nibbled his way down her neck and tore her shirt open. Tugging her bra up over her breasts, he twisted and pulled at her nipples, thrusting harder and harder into her as the desk creaked beneath them. Her body jerked and rocked beneath his, hips lifting and falling, ass slapping against the desk as they moved together. She cried out as his fingers teased her hard nipples, and she reached up to grip tightly to his shoulders.

"OH! Oooooh! Either of them! Oh fuck! YES Steve!"

Now beyond any games, Steve buried his face between her breasts, alternating between them. Coming up for air briefly, he ended the teasing, "Just shut up and fuck me, slut!" Lowering his mouth to her waiting flesh, he sucked and bit at her nipples, causing her back to arch in response. His body ached with pleasure as her pussy clenched his cock again and again with each of his thrusts. 

Julie's mind raced to keep up with all of the sensations as his mouth moved from breast to breast. She dropped her legs from around him, digging her heels into the edge of the desk to thrust back into him. Her eyes widened for a moment as a thought struck her. "What was that," she thought to herself. During their cries of pleasure, she could have sworn she heard a sound at the door. 

Not hearing, or possible ignoring, the sound, Steve pushed up off the desk with his hands. His arms straightened and he gazed down at the pleasure written clearly on her face. Before Julie could make heads or tails of the sound, her orgasm crashed over her. Bucking and thrashing under Steve, her pussy clenched tightly around his pistoning cock again and again. Unable to wait any longer, Steve bounced in and out of her, ramming hard as her climax tapered off and his own began.

'Oh FUCK! Oh, Julie!" he cried, cumming inside of her explosively.

She gasped for breath under him and shuddered with ecstasy. Her breasts swayed and bounced with his thrusts and she could feel his warm cum deep inside her. She reached up, gripping the edge of the desk with one hand as her hips twitched and rocked against his throbbing shaft. Matching her movements, Steve arched his back, cock shoving hard inside her, pushing her along the desk. His climax reaching its end, his thrust turned to short, fast, erratic bounces. Finally sated, he collapsed against her, her pussy still milking his cock.

Struggling for breath, Julie closed her eyes and reached up to wrap around his broad shoulders. Her pussy continued to contract involuntarily, milking his as he lay atop her in his sweat-soaked shirt. She trembled beneath him as he covered her neck, face and lips with tiny kisses, reveling in their shared ecstasy.

"Mmmmmmm. I'll never be this happy to be at work."

She giggled breathlessly and returned his kisses, running one hand through his hair. "Why don't we head home now, baby? We can spend the rest of the night like this."

Sliding off her with a silly pout, Steve cleaned up to the best of his ability, zipping away his cock and helping her up off the desk. "Only the rest of the night?"

Julie giggled again as he helped her into a sitting position, her legs still spread wide and her breasts still on display.

"Mmmm. The rest of the night. All day tomorrow. All tomorrow night. All day Sunday. How's that for starters?"

"Good thing I cleared my schedule," he joked. "You'd better tidy up, then. We've got a busy weekend ahead of us. We'd better get moving."

Laughing, Julie straightened her clothes and combed her fingers through her mussed hair before sliding off the desk and heading to the door. Sliding up behind her, Steve slapped her ass playfully, but hard.

"You're such a naughty girl!" he told her, giggling as she jumped and squealed at the slap.

She reached back to rub her ass with exaggerated care, a pout forming on her lips, as Steve moved up beside her. He snaked his arm around her waist and lead them to the elevator.

"Mmmmmm. I love that look," he moaned appreciatively. "You've got such amazing dick-sucking lips."

Julie grinned at him as they stepped into the elevator. Stopping, she turned him to face her and draped her arms around his neck, grinding her hips against his.

"I love wrapping them around your cock," she whispered teasingly. "In fact, I think that's exactly what I'm going to do as soon as we get home."

Steve leaned back against the wall of the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor, eagerly running his hands up and down her body as the doors close. He stared into her eyes and could tell that she could feel his cock getting hard against her. Julie let out a moan and gave him a mischievous look before dropping to her knees, nuzzling her face against his crotch.

"You know, I don't think I can wait that long," she purred.

Seeing their reflection in the stainless steel doors, Steve unzipped his fly and presented his cock to Julie's waiting mouth. "Nobody here's going to stop you."

She tittered and opened her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft. Tasting their mixed juices still on him, she relaxed her jaw and took him deep into her throat. She moaned in pleasure at the taste and began bobbing her head up and down as she held his hips.

"Oh, my little cum slut," Steve whispered down to her. He ran his fingers through her thick, dark hair, turning to watch their reflection. His cock pulsed in Julie's throat as he got more and more excited watching her swallow his cock.

Julie grunted and groaning against him, struggling for breath. She bobbed her head faster and faster and stared hungrily at his cock each time she pulled away from it. It glistened with saliva and precum, the same mixture coating her lips as she gazed up at him expectantly.

Steve eyes were closed against the pleasure as his groans filled the tiny space. Opening them again, he saw her reflected image looking up at him. Steve peered down into her eyes and understood her need.

"Oh, Julie. You want my cum bad, don't you?" he asked, eyes rolling back in his head with pleasure once more as her tongue expertly massaged his cock. "You ... you won't have to wait much longer," he gasped.

She moaned happily and nodded her head, taking his down into her throat again and again, sucking and slurping eagerly at his cock. Ready for release, Steve grabbed the back of her neck and shoved just a bit deeper into her throat and groaned loudly, cum spurting down into her. She grunted and gagged slightly, his cum filling her mouth and throat as his cock throbbed hotly between her lips. Knees weakening, Steve leaned back against the wall, grabbing the rail for support.

"Oh," Steve began, laughing weakly with a big grin on his face, "You're going to get me in trouble one of these days!"

He had just finished speaking when the bell rang, announcing their arrival in the lobby. As Steve hurried to tuck himself back in, Julie pulled back wordlessly, licking her lips, savoring every last drop. As she got back up to her feet, she pressed a kiss to his lips before spinning on her heel and sauntering out of the elevator, hips swaying tantalizingly.

Watching her go, Steve shook the cobwebs out of his head and worked to catch his breath. He reached out just as the doors were almost closed and hurried to catch up to her, pulled ever onward by that sultry swinging of her hips. Halfway across the lobby, he caught up to her and Julie grinned over at him playfully, slipping her arm around his waist. Steve walked beside her, his arm draped across her shoulders. As they approached the door, she gave a cheery wave to the security guard, who smiled nervously and blushed.

Not noticing the guard's reaction, Steve opened the door and watched Julie walk out before turning to say good night. In response, the guard favored him with a huge grin, a wink a "thumbs-up."

Shaking his head and laughing, Steve moved to catch up with Julie, anxious to continue their adventure. "I think we have a fan," he said, motioning back over his shoulder with his thumb. Julie laughed and blushed, inwardly excited by the thought of being watched. She turned back to look, but the guard was no longer in view. Seeing they were alone, Julie dropped her hand from Steve's waist and wiggled her fingers down into his back pocket.

"Show off!" Steve laughed. Following her lead, he reached down and lifted her skirt, the cold night air bringing goose bumps to her flesh as he dragged his middle finger along her thong, shoving it deeper and deeper into the crack of her ass. She gasped and squealed, blushing profusely and shivering as cool air struck her suddenly warm cheeks. She darted forward a few steps, her hand slipping from Steve's pocket as she skipped away from his teasing finger. He laughed wildly now, and began chasing after her like some B horror movie villain, grabbing at her madly.

"I'm going to get you, little girl!"

Julie squirmed away from him, shrieking with laughter. She ran on ahead, her laughs floating back to him on the breeze and she raced for their apartment building. Ignoring the stares from the few others still out so late, Steve sped up, grabbing Julie by the waist and spinning around and around and around, giggling like a little kid. She squealed again as he wrapped his arms around her, breathless laughter shaking her body as they spun.

Suddenly inspired, Steve pulled Julie down the alley beside their building, taking her out of view behind a pile of boxes. He spun her around and pushed her roughly against the wall, eliciting a little yelp of surprise from her. His breath hot on the back of her neck, he lifted her skirt again and pressed his crotch hard against her exposed ass. She gasped and panted for breath as he begin grinding into her from behind, his hands running up her sides and roughly grabbing her breasts through her thin shirt. 

Reaching up with one hand, Steve turned her face to the side so he could stare into it's beauty. His tongue snaked out for her ear, pulling her lobe between his teeth. His other hand strayed down between them and he unzipped his fly before tugging aside her thong. His cock still wet and slippery from their mingled cum and Julie's saliva, it parted her cheeks easily and pressed against her puckered hole.

"I'm going to take you right here, slut. How does that make you feel?"




Julie & Steve Ch. 02



Hands splayed against the cold brick building, Julie's eyes widened and she shivered as she felt his cock against her asshole. Her hips pressed back against him as she shifted her feet wider apart, allowing him entry.

"OH! Oh, YES, Steve! Oh, please yes! That makes me feel me feel so naughty, so slutty!"

Hearing exactly what he wanted, Steve reached down in front of her and pushed back against her pelvis as the head of his cock strained to enter her ass. They started grinding against one another, naturally, their breathing becoming short gasps. Feeling her shove back against him on her own, Steve allowed his hands to trail up under her shirt, across her flat belly and under her bra. Without giving it a second thought, he began tugging and twisting her nipples the way he knew would drive her wild.

"You are so naughty!" he told her. "Such a good little fuck slut. You are my toy and I will use you so good."

Her face pressed tightly against the brick wall, Julie gasped and squealed in pleasure as Steve tweaked her nipples.

"Oh! Oh yes! Fuck my ass! Please, baby, fuck your little slut's naughty ass!"

Tongue swirling in her ear, Steve began to tease her as his cock rocked against her unyielding asshole.

"You don't really want my cock, do you? You're not a real slut! Beg me to fuck you. Make me believe it. Push back on me. Swallow my cock with your ass if you're a real slut!"

Whimpering, Julie braced against the wall and push back hard against his cock, panting as she begged, "Please! Please fuck my slutty ass! I need your cock. I need you so badly PLEEEASE!!!" 

Her cry cut off abruptly, becoming a soundless scream as the head of his cock suddenly ripped into her tight, little ass. Steve rocked his hips side to side, working to stretch her wider to accommodate him. Working into her again, he started driving deeper and deeper. Hands leaving her breasts, he reached down and grabbed her hips, tugging back roughly and driving his cock harder and deeper into her, grunting with pleasure and trying so hard not to scream.

"Oh god! Yes. YESSSS" Julie moaned through teeth gritted against the painful pleasure.

Heeding her cries, Steve pushed her roughly back to the wall, all but the head of his cock slurping out of her before he tugged her back again. The full weight of his body met hers, his cock impaling her. She grunted and moaned loudly as he continued to thrust in and out of her, her cries getting louder as the pleasure built up. Her asshole squeezed his cock tightly and his cum erupted inside her, making it even tighter, gluing them together. His breath sounded repeatedly in her ear as he whispered, "Scream for me slut, scream out your pleasure."

Steve's commands grew louder as his pleasure climaxed, body slamming into hers and pressing her hard nipples against the cold, rough bricks. Julie's threw her head back suddenly, back arching as he continued to drive into her. Her body jerked and rocked spasmodically and she screamed loudly, the force straining her already tired throat. Her scream bounced off the walls as she began to cum hard, her ass clenching around his cock, milking him. Utterly spent, the two of them collapsed against the wall. She could feel his cock going flaccid inside her still clenching ass, and her legs were getting wet as her cum started trickling down her thighs. Steve kissed her gently on her face, hands caressing her warmly, savoring the softness of her skin.

"Mmmmmm. You've made me so happy, so proud," he told her, contentedly. Pressing his nose in her ear, tickling playfully, he giggled, "But, we'd better get out of here before somebody calls the cops."

Julie laughed breathlessly and nodded, unable to move. Steve pulled out of her slowly, his cum pouring out of her ass and spilling down over her pussy to mingle with her cum. After helping her tidy up, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the back door of their building. Julie smiled warmly, beaming up at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her and kiss him softly on his cheek and ear.

Steve smiled back at her, chuckling to himself as he imagines how the two of them must look. Hurrying to the elevator, they luckily avoided anyone else and enjoyed a quite ride up to their floor.

"You drive me so wild, Julie," he said, lowering her to her feet. "You make me feel like a kid again. I don't know how you can keep making me cum so much and so hard, but I don't want it to stop."

Julie just continued smiling at him dreamily, nuzzling against him. As the elevator doors opened, she finally spoke.

"I love you, Steve Thomas."

Steve's heart skipped a beat. He wasn't ready for this. His eyes grew wide and he felt his face flushing.

"Julie," he began softly, stepping out into the hallway with her and turning her to face him. "I ... I'm not sure I feel exactly the same way. I mean, I love you, I do. You are very special to me. I love living with you. I obviously love fucking you. I love having you as my willing slut. But," he stopped, seeing the hurt in her eyes. He forced himself to continue, voice riddled with angst, knowing that if he weren't honest now, they'd be ruined anyway, "I can't say that I love you ... like that."

Julie's smiles fade quickly as his words spilled out. She pulled away from him, folding her arms over her breasts and turning away to hide the tears springing to her eyes. She hurried ahead of him, using her own set of keys to open the apartment and then slamming the door behind her. Suddenly sick to her stomach, she ran to the bathroom and locked the door, stripping off her clothes and turning on the shower, intending to scrub herself clean of his scent and juices.

Standing out in the hallway, Steve just stared at the door that had just been slammed in his face, knowing he deserved that and more. For a moment, he considered using his own keys and going in to apologize, to try to make her understand. But, he realized that this wasn't the time. She needed her space now. So, he scribbled an apology and let her know that he would be going back to his old apartment, at least for the night. He slipped it under the door and skulked down to his car, praying that he hadn't lost her for good.

He drove in silence for a long time before noticing the still unopened CD he had bought a little over a week ago, just before running into Julie. Before he could stop himself, he pulled out his cell. Not knowing what he'd say and knowing she probably wouldn't answer anyway, he dialed their - her, he corrected himself - phone number. The machine picked up and he listened to her sweet voice, hoping it wouldn't be his last time to hear it. Far too soon, her greeting ended and he was forced to find his words.

"Julie. I'm so sorry. I never want to hurt you. How could I possibly throw this away after the amazing week we've had? We waited so long for this! But, I just can't say those words. I know it's been three years since Sandra left, but we were together a long time. A big part of me will always love her, and I'm not ready to love again just yet. I'm not saying that I'll never love you that way. I'd be crazy to not fall in love with you. But, I felt it better to be honest than to live a lie. I hope you can somehow understand and find it in your heart to forgive me. Call me when you're ready. I'll give you your space for now. I'll miss you."

Hoping his words would somehow make it through to her, he hung up kept driving.

(to be continued)



Julie & Steve Ch. 03



It had been a couple days since their big fight. Julie walked around the apartment in a daze, listening to the message Steve had left on the answering machine for the hundredth time. Her only solace came from the face that the fight had happened on the weekend. She didn't feel like going to class. Hell, she didn't feel like leaving the apartment - even though everything there seemed to remind her of Steve in some subtle way or another.

Julie had felt so alone the past couple days, bursting into tears every so often. Her usually bright green eyes were constantly red-rimmed and swollen. She still wore the same blouse and skirt she had put on the night he left. She still couldn't believe what had happened. She had told him that she loved him and he broke her heart. He used her body and then plainly told her that he didn't love her. She had showered in a feeble attempt to feel clean and dressed in a plain blouse and skirt she had never worn for him, unable to feel comfortable even in her pajamas.

The hours passed, but the pain didn't. She found herself wanting to drive up to Steve's apartment several times a day. This afternoon, she couldn't stop herself.

She parked out front and slowly got out of the car. She walked up to the building and let herself in using the key Steve had given her, not entirely certain of what she was doing. Before she realized it, she was there. Taking a deep breath, she knocked gently and waited for Steve to answer.

The sound of someone at his door jerked Steve out of his trance. He hadn't slept much since he'd left the apartment he was just beginning to share with Julie. No matter what he did, he couldn't stop thinking about her. He couldn't get it out of his head that maybe if he could just pick up the phone and tell her what she wanted to hear, everything would somehow be right. But, he couldn't lie to her. He had been divorced for three years, but his heart still belonged to his ex-wife.

So, he had settled for sitting in his sparsely furnished apartment, flipping through the channels. At least, he had bee flipping through the channels until about an hour ago. Now, he sat looking at "snow." He had called last week to have the cable turned off in anticipation of moving in with Julie. Almost everything he owned was in a box or at Julie's apartment.

And now he had to deal with someone knocking at his door. Steve guessed it was probably the landlord, wondering when Steve would be out. It seemed that there was already someone waiting to move in.

"Damn it! Leave me alone, already! I'll let you know when I'm ready. I paid you, didn't I?" Steve grumbled as he rose and went to the door.

Opening it to yell some more, Steve was stunned to find Julie there instead. He opened the door slowly, and Julie saw that he looked just as bad as she felt. At least she was dressed. He was still wearing his robe. He hadn't shaved for a couple of days and his hair was a mess.

"Julie?"

She gave him a watery smile and sniffled a little as she shifted from one foot to the other. When she spoke, her voice was soft and weak.

"Hi. Can ... can I come in for a minute?" She lifted her red-rimmed, tear filled eyes to his and tried to keep her bottom from quivering. She waited for what seemed an eternity for him to either send her away or invite her inside.

"Julie..." His voice caught in his throat. He didn't know what to say to her. She looked horrible but amazing at the same time. Guilt almost overwhelmed as he forced himself to accept the fact that he was the one responsible for making her feel and look that way. He nodded mutely and stepped aside, motioning her in and closing the door behind them.

Julie stepped inside and walked to the middle of the living room. Boxes and crates were everywhere, still packed and ready for the move. She took another deep breath to steady herself and tugged at her blouse and skirt, both wrinkled from two days of wear. It wasn't until now that she realized she had neglected to change clothes since the night Steve left. Thinking on it now, she wasn't even sure she had eaten.

"I ...," she cleared her throat, searching for a place to begin. "I've been thinking about you a lot the past couple of days."

Steve nodded, not sure how to respond. He motioned to the sofa and sat on a box across the room in an attempt to give her space.

"I have, too. I ...," he began before shaking his head and motioning for her to go on. "I'm sorry. Continue, please."

Julie sat down on the edge of the sofa and immediately stood again, pacing back and forth. Steve stood with her and watched helplessly as she twisted her hand nervously in front of her as the words began to flow.

"I ... I know you don't love me, Steve, but I. I've been so lonely and lost without you. I don't know what to do with myself," she told him as tears streamed unheeded down her cheeks. "I can't think. I can't sleep. Hell, I don't even know if I've eaten in two days! I can't take this any more.

"I know," she continued, taking a deep breath and swiping at the tears as hiccupping sobs shook her chest and shoulders. "I know you don't feel the same way, but I need you back, Steve. I can't seem to live without you."

Having stood by silently, listening patiently as Julie bared her soul, Steve felt more powerless than ever. He wanted to go to her, to make it all go away. As Julie's sobbing overcame her, Steve sat and put his head in his hands, crumbling visibly.

"Julie, I ... I can't tell you how happy it makes me to hear that," he said, looking up at her. "I feel the same way. I'm just not the same without you. But, I don't want you to have to settle. You deserve more than I can give you. I want so badly to tell you that I ... I ...," he couldn't look her in the eye any more and put his face back in his hands. "I just can't. But I can't live without you, either. What do we do?"

He stood and paced, speaking once again, "Do we try living as just friends? I do love you that way. I've loved you that way for years, you know that. But, I know that's not enough for you."

Julie sniffled and let out a sound that was half sob and half laugh. Moving toward Steve, she dropped to her knees in front of him and took his hands in hers.

"Steve, I need you. I need you to be there when I come home every night and in my bed when I wake up every morning. I don't care that you don't love me the way I love you. You love me in a way, and maybe someday ... someday everything will be as I've always dreamed."

"And if it's not?" Steve countered. "If I never do?"

She sniffled again and gave her shoulders a slight shrug. "Then I will be content just to be with you."

"Julie, I've been in one-sided relationship. You don't understand what it is you're agreeing to live with."

She shook her head, a stubborn scowl forming on her pretty, tear-stained features.

"NO! YOU don't understand! Steve, if I don't live with you, there is nothing for me. I can't stand the thought of not having you in my life. If you refuse, I don't know what I'm going to do!"

"I could never refuse you, Julie," he told her, staring deeply into her eyes. "Don't you understand? As right as this has been, I'm still struggling with how wrong it is. But, I can't deny you. I want you so much. Being with you, being wrapped up in one another's bodies ... That, above all, is right. I know it should be about more than sex, but every second I'm awake my body aches for you. I'm not "right" if I'm not pleasuring you or being pleasured by you. I just want you to understand how ..."

His voice broke off as Julie's eyes filled with tears. In the silence, her voice trembled and broke as she begged him, "Please, Steve. I can't live without you. I don't want to live without you."

She was breaking his heart just as he had broken hers a few nights ago. Regardless, he took a deep breath, steeling himself and hardening his voice as much as possible. He stared, unflinching, into her eyes and gave his own ultimatum.

"Then you've got to accept that you'll be only three things to me: Roommate. Friend. Fuck slut."

He held his breath, laboring to continue his emotionless gaze as tears spilled down Julie's cheeks. Hearing his offer, she closed her eyes briefly and nodded, knowing that a refusal would be foolish on her part. She opened her eyes and smiled at him again, a sparkle returning to her eyes - though dimmer than the day they met in the coffee shop.

"If that's all you can give me, I'll take it."

"No, it can't be like that. Take a day, take two. Take all week if you have to. This can't be an 'if ... then' decision. It has to be all or nothing, Julie. You can't be resigned to it or you'll resent me in a year or two. Worse, you'll resent yourself. Take your time. Think about it. I don't want to wait another second to be with you, but this is a big decision. It shouldn't be made lightly."

Julie was shaking her head again before he even finished speaking. "No, you don't understand," she told him, scowling at the concept of waiting any longer. "I can't live like this any more, Steve. I need you back. I can't go through life in this fog I've been in for the past two days; it would drive me insane! I know what I'm agreeing to, Steve. Please. I'll be your roommate, your friend. Most of all," she purred, "I'll be your fuck slut. Please, Steve. Oh, god please!"

No longer sure of the situation, Steve forced a weak smile to his face and squeezed her hands as he sat back in front of her.

"I guess I should be getting the rest of my stuff moved in, then."

Julie beamed up at him through her tears and leaned in, kissing him hungrily in response. Steve's doubts were erased that second as his body took over. He melted into her kiss, kneeling on the floor with her and opening his robe.

"Oh Julie! I've missed you."

Her hands were everywhere; Steve couldn't keep up. She caressed and stroked his flesh as she pressed against him, aching for Steve to be pulsing inside her. He was forced to push her back at arm's length to catch his breath, smiling at her again.

"Just to warn you, I haven't showered since I left for work Friday morning."

Julie laughed, breathless with need and desire. She rose smoothly to her feet, tugging off her clothes.

"Then let's go have one now. You can fuck me there."

"That's one we haven't done, yet," Steve said, eyes brightening as he stood with her. He shrugged off his robe and stepped out of the boxers he was wearing the last time they were together. "After this, we'll move all my stuff and I'll take you shopping. How's that sound?"

"Mmmm. That sounds perfect. You haven't taken me shopping yet."

She was fully naked now, her body throbbing with her need for him. She took his hand and tugged him into the bathroom like an eager child, turning on the water. Holding her hand out, she made sure it wasn't too hot before turning on the shower and stepping under the spray. Releasing Steve's hand, she tilted her head back, closing her eyes as she let the water cascade over her naked body. A breathy sigh escaped her lips as the hot water rushing over her skin stripped away all the tension from the previous days.

Steve stood outside the shower, his mouth gaping at the sight. He leaned back against the sink to watch the water pour over her body, making it glisten the way it did after a long night of sex. Realizing he hadn't yet joined her, Julie opened her eyes, blinking the water away. She couldn't help but laugh at the expression of absolute lust on his face. Knowing what he wanted, she began to tease him even more by running her hands over the flat planes of her belly and her smoothly shaved pussy.

"Well, are you coming?"

The double-entendre made Steve chuckle. "Not yet, but I hope to be soon," he said with a grin. "Go ahead, though. I'm enjoying the show."

That much was obvious from his engorged cock. He hopped up onto the counter and sat there watching, slowly stroking himself as he enjoying her teasing. Julie giggled and reached for the soap, working up a good lather. Soaping her breasts, she watched him with dark eyes as she squeezed and massaged her tender mounds. Winking playfully, she licked her lips and lowered her hands to glide down over her belly and dip between her thighs. Her legs parted to accept her hand and her eyes closed against the pleasure as she began to roll her hips against her fingers.

"Mmmmmm. Oh yeah, I like that," Steve told her, stroking harder and faster. "You really know how to get an old man's heart racing, don't you?" He grinned at her lustfully as she opened her eyes again. "Why don't you show me where you want my cock? Where should I cum for our first make-up sex?"

Not hesitating for a second, Julie giggled and turned around, pressing her shoulders and breasts against the cold tile of the shower wall. Her back arched and she reached behind to spread her cheeks wide.

"What?" Steve gasped, feigning shock. "You couldn't possibly be suggesting such a thing!"

She giggled again, making him grin even wider as he furiously stroked his cock. Julie looked back over her shoulder, staring hungrily at him. Spreading her legs wider, she moved the fingers of one hand reach down between her splayed cheeks. The hot water rushed down the curve of her back and into her crack, forming a river that crashed against her fingers as they probed at her puckering hole.

"Mmmm. I could suggest it and I am. I want you to fuck my ass, Steve. Fill it with your cum."

With a growl, Steve leapt from the counter and slipped into the shower behind her. Grabbing her wrists, he lifted them up and stretched her arms wide, pressing roughly against the cold tile. He sandwiched his cock upright between her cheeks and rocked up and down, leaning forward to lick and nibble her earlobe.

"You are such a dirty slut, aren't you?"

She gasped and moaned, grinding her ass back against him. Her ecstasy was palpable to the point she could taste it, and she licked her lips feverishly. Her body tingled at the contrast of the cold tile under her breasts and the hot cock between her cheeks.

"OH! Oh yes! Steve, I'm such a dirty, naughty, little slut."

Steve released her right wrist and reached for the bar of soap. He rolled it in his hand several times, lathering up. Slipping his hand down between them, he pushed his cock out of the way and spread her cheeks. Slowly, but purposefully, he began shoving his middle finger smoothly and fully into her asshole.

"And you're MY dirty slut, aren't you, Julie?"

Julie's gasps turned to squeals as she felt Steve's finger working deeper and deeper into her ass. She bucked against him, wanting more, as she whimpered breathlessly, "Ohhhhhh. Oh, yes, Steve. Yes, I'm your dirty, little slut."

"Mmmmmm. That's right. You're here to please me, aren't you, Julie? Nothing more than my slut," Steve growled as he worked his finger in and out of her, pinning her harder to the wall. Releasing her left wrist, he reached down to tug and twist her left nipple.

Julie moaned and whimpered loudly, squirming as his finger teased and tormented her.

"Ohhhhh ohhhh Steve, yes. Oh please. Fuck me! Use your slut's naughty ass. Steve, PLEASE!"

Tugging hard on her nipple one last time, Steve reached down and grabbed his cock with his left hand, stroking it. Rolling his right wrist, his finger spun in her asshole and hooked upward. Julie squealed and gasped, lifting up onto her tiptoes as he upward, stretching her anus as he guided his cock in under and with his finger. He thrust cock and finger together into her ass, working her roughly.

"OH YES, STEVE!" she moaned eagerly as her ass stretched around him. "Ohhhh fuck my naughty, slutty ass."

Steve pulled out abruptly and Julie trembled and moaned at the sudden change. She whimpered as he pulled away, begging for more.

"No, slut. You fuck my cock," he told her. Pushing aside the curtain, he sat on the edge of the tub. "Bring that sexy ass down here onto my cock, slut. Milk every last drop of cum out until you can't scream any more."

Eager to please him and to satisfy her body's needs, she sat backward between his legs. Still facing the shower wall, she bent her knees. Immediately, a throaty groan escaped her lips as she began lowering herself down onto his cock. Steve grabbed her hips and guided her lower, bucking upward involuntarily as her asshole descended onto his throbbing dick.

"OH YES, JULIE!"

Her back arched and she let out a sharp cry as he pulled her down. Her ass now wrapped tightly around his cock, she leaned forward, bracing her hand against the tiled wall. Slowly, methodically, she started to lift herself up and down on his cock.

"Ooooohhhh fuck yeah! Oh! Mmmmmm," they moaned and groaned together, their voices becoming as one.

Steve placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding her up and down on his cock. As she squealed and bucked, moving faster and harder on his cock, he reached around and fingered her clit. Julie's moans turned to whimpers when Steve spread her lips wide to pinch her clit between two fingers. He rolled it around in circles, bucking up into her ass harder and harder, now. Grunting and groaning wordless, he slammed up into her again and again as she lowered her tight hole onto his cock. With each thrust, Steve lifted higher and higher off the edge of the tub, suspending them both in midair temporarily. Then, as their legs gave out, they fell rushing back down to have Julie slam into my lap forcefully, his cock stretching and burying into her.

Julie was screaming now, the sound bouncing off the tiled walls in an unending declaration of ecstasy. Somehow, the pace continued to escalate, and her entire body jolted and shuddered as Steve drove hard into her tight ass again and again. His fingers against her clit made her squirm and whimper, and she could feel my orgasm approaching swiftly.

"Ohh ... Oohhh fuck! YES Steve! Ohhh god I'm so close ... Cum in my ass, baby! Please, fill my ass with your hot sticky cum!"

Spurred on by her cries, Steve pulled his hand away from her clit, grabbing her wrist to guide her hand there before grabbing onto her hips. Timing it perfectly, he lifted her almost completely off his cock as she rose up. As Julie descended, he stood up and met her halfway with such force they were both left in a standing position. Once again, he pressed her roughly against the cold tile, hot cum pouring into her asshole as he screamed and groaned with pleasure.

Julie's fingers worked madly against her clit, and her screams of pleasure joined Steve's again as she felt him empty his load into her ass. Her hips twitched and jerked and she clenched her ass tightly around his cock, cumming hard with him. Steve could think of nothing but the desire to be inside her. He was driven completely over the edge when she clamped down on him, and he began to buck harder against her.

Hot, sticky cum swelled around his throbbing cock, unable to find escape. The outpouring just made her tighter and fused them together like glue. Completely lost in orgasm, Steve tugged and slammed back and forth. The warm water rushed over their bodies, rinsing away their sweat as they continued to cum together, riding the waves of pleasure.

Slowly, Julie's fingers ceased their movements against her clit. She leaned there against the tile trying to catch her breath as Steve's cock twitched feebly in her ass.

"Fuck, I've missed that," he whispered hoarsely into her ear. "I've missed you, Julie."

His body literally ached with the intensity of their shared orgasm. As they relaxed, Julie released her hold on him and he began to soften. Finally, he was able to pull out and lean against the back wall of the shower. Fascinated, he watch his cum pouring out of her ass, the shower washing it away as it mingled with her cum.

"I don't think I'm much cleaner, though," he said with a laugh.




Julie & Steve Ch. 03



Julie giggled, her legs shaky as she pushed herself away from the wall and quickly washed up. Once finished, she turned to Steve and kissed him softly.

"I'll let you get cleaned up while I take some of your things down to my car."

Sensing all was right with the world again, Steve sadly watched her go and began to wash up, taking the time to shave. When he finished, he toweled off and dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans and a nice pullover shirt. Walking back out into the living room, he grabbed a couple of boxes and carried them down.

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It didn't take them long to move the rest of Steve's things to Julie's apartment. As he set down the last box, Julie smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Now, how about that shopping trip," she asked with a wink.

Steve returned the smile and pulled her tight, rocking them side to side. "It would be my pleasure."

Hand in hand, their fingers entwined, he led her to the elevator, down to the lobby and out to the street.

"Where would you like to go?" he asked as they walked to his car.

"Wherever you think has clothing that would suit me best," she shrugged in response. "Or, that you would like to see me in," she added mischievously.

He made several suggestions, mostly mentioning lingerie stores or specialty shops. Each one caused her to laugh delightedly and she nudged him playfully, her eyes dancing with amusement.

"Wherever you'd like, baby," she told him once his list was complete.

"No," he countered. "I know it's not much, but consider it a small step toward making things up to you. You pick. Wherever you like, I'll by you whatever you want. Then, at the very least, we can swing by one of two of the place I mentioned while on our way home. Our home," he stressed.

They spent the next several hours going to all Julie's favorite stores as she tried things on and modeled them for Steve. Finally, she decided that she had all she needed. Grinning impishly at him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, ignoring the gawking and staring of those who passed by them.

"So, those lingerie stores you mentioned sounded interesting."

His arms and hands full as he happily carried her myriad bags to the car, he could do little in response but smile and waggle his eyebrows.

"Then I'll take you to my favorite," he said.

Depositing the bags in the trunk of his car, they walked a couple of blocks to the lingerie store. Once there, he opened the door for her and followed her in. He smiled as her eyes widened and a mischievous grin appeared as she walked up and down the racks. She blushed at some of the shiny, metallic outfits, but as she looked past them, her eyes were drawn to the costume racks. Taking Steve's hand, she grinned and pulled him in that direction, feeling slightly giddy.

"Costumes? Hmmmm, that could be interesting," he said, looking through the various outfits.

"Pick your favorite for me," Julie said with a giggle.

Steve didn't know where to begin. He looked back and forth, getting excited with the possibilities. He hated to be cliché, but he was most excited by the "classics." He held up one after another, draping each one over her as he imagined what she'd look like wearing it. Nurse. Secretary. Schoolgirl. French Maid. He tried dozens more, but couldn't make up his mind.

Evidently, his expressions were clear enough to Julie. Without hesitation, she grinned and picked out a candy striper outfit and a French maid uniform. Her eyes danced as his reaction confirmed her choices were correct.

"Anything else?" Steve offered. "Lingerie? They have clothes, too."

Glancing around, Julie grinned widely and hurried over to one of the lingerie stands. Licking her lips exaggeratedly, she lifted a black, sheer gown with a plunging neckline. As Steve eagerly nodded his approval, she also gathered up two crotchless body stockings, one fishnet and the other black lace.

Steve couldn't help but drool as Julie's excitement pulled her through the racks. She added several more items to the large pile in his arms, not forgetting all of the necessary accessories like jewelry and stiletto heels. When Steve was certain he couldn't take any more without having to pull her into the dressing room to ravage her there in the store, Julie smile and said that she was finished. Steve dumped the now enormous pile onto the counter, ignoring the cashier's expression as she look from the older man to the woman young enough to be his daughter. He quickly paid for everything and carried the bags out into the cool night air.

"I can't wait to see what you plan to model for me first," he said, hungrily.

Grinning, Julie hurried in front of him, swaying her hips suggestively. When everything was placed in the trunk and they climbed into the car, Julie pounced on him, climbing into his lap and kissing him deeply. Initially surprised, it didn't take long for him to warm to her. Wrapping his arms around her, his hands roamed freely as he returned her kiss.

"Somebody's happy," he said with a grin when they broke to catch their breath.

Responding only with a seductive little laugh, she slid off his lap. As he started the car and began driving back to their apartment, she leaned over. Using her tongue to tug his earlobe between her teeth, she nibbled lightly as she began to rub his cock through his pants.

"You're going to make me wreck if you keep that up," Steve said with a moan. Still, he sped down the streets, eager to be home with her.

Before long, they were back at home. They carried as many bags as possible, but there were still several left in the car. Julie grabbed a few bags and disappeared into the bedroom with a wink while Steve returned to the car to bring up the rest. After a few minutes, he trudged back inside under their weight, dropping the bags on the floor and shutting the door as he called out to her.

"Julie?"

She grinned as she heard his call, knowing the effect she was about to have on him. Swaying her hips seductively, she walked out of the bedroom wearing the black, fishnet body stocking and a pair of black stilettos. The outfit left little to the imagination anyway. But, for some reason, the designer had left a gap in the netting. It ran from just above her pussy, back between her legs, all the way back to her ass. Julie ran her hands over her body and gave a spin for him.

"So, what do you think? Am I fuckable enough?"

Steve couldn't take his eyes off her. Taking a step forward, he forgot about the bags until he tripped over them and fell to the floor.

"I'd say you are," he managed to say as his body shook with laughter.

Julie giggled at his reaction and moved to perch on the back of the couch. Her nipples were hard and she shook her breasts for him before spreading her legs wide, giving Steve a full view of her smooth, naked pussy. He just looked up at her, lust in his eyes as he lay on his back enjoying the show. Julie grinned down at him and slid off the couch before crawling across the floor and straddling his hips.

Steve's body reacted instantly, but he somehow kept himself in check. Feigning fear, he asked her, "What are you going to do to me?"

She let out a deep, hungry laugh and began to grind her hips against his.

"Mmmm. I plan to make up for lost time."

"Please. Please don't hurt me," Steve begged, fighting to maintain the ruse as he looked up at her longingly. "I ... I'm weak. I couldn't possibly."

Ignoring his mock protests, Julie moved back onto his legs. Reaching down in front of her, she slowly opened his pants before leaning down to kiss him deeply. Her tongue massaging his, she slipped one hand inside his jeans and wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking it firmly.

"Ooooohhhhh. Please. I'm an old man," he cried as his eyes rolled back in his head. He loved her touch. "I ... I can't take it!"

Julie giggled evilly against his mouth and pulled his cock from his jeans. Rising up, she shifted to guide him to the entrance of her hot, glistening cunt. She threw her head back and moaned feverishly as she pushed down on him, her eyes closing in pleasure as he entered her. Leaning forward, she braced against his shoulders and started grinding down onto him.

"OH! PLEASE!" Steve yelled between gasps. "I can't control myself!"

Ending the charade, Steve reached up and held her tiny waist. Rocking his hips in rhythm with hers, he slowly began bucking up into her, causing Julie's voice to join with his. She began moving harder and faster against him, the pleasure mounting quickly. 

Propping his head up on a bag, Steve stared down his body, watching his cock disappear inside her again and again. Her pussy was so wet; her clit red and gleaming.

"No, I don't want to! Don't make me!" Steve cried, renewing the game.

Julie giggled as his fake protests and increased her efforts. Reaching down between them, she began toying with her clit, gasping and moaning as she writhed against him. Steve arched his back and moaned with delight as she clenched and released his cock. Grinding up hard into her, he pushed her hand away so he could look at her again. Licking his lips at the sight, he reached up and grabbed her breasts firmly, kneading and fondling.

Julie's moaning became steadier and her hips rocked frantically against his. She groaned loudly as Steve pinched and twisted and tugged her nipples in opposite directions. Suddenly, she was rising up as Steve planted his feet under his ass and bucked up harder and harder. She gasped and let out a primordial scream as her body worked furiously against his thrusts. She braced her feet on the floor and rode him happily as he suspended her on his cock, rocking back and forth before lowering for another thrust. Julie's thighs began trembling and the rest of her body followed suit as she surrendered to orgasm with a deafening scream.

Steve lay pinned to the floor, writhing under her as his hot cum spewed forth, coating her pussy. Julie just clenched him tighter, screaming over and over as she rode his thrusting, throbbing cock. Her body shuddered violently with pleasure as she milked his cock for all he was worth. Her efforts made Steve sit up straight and he wrapped his arms around her. Kissing her fiercely, he sucked on her bottom lip as he reached down to tug her cheeks apart and finger her asshole.

Julie squealed and wriggled as he probed her ass. Returning his kiss, they leaned against each other for support as their mutual climax subsided.

Eventually, exhaustion took them and they slowed to a stop. They sat there for a long time. She still straddled him and his cock was gradually softening inside her. His finger left her ass as all strength left him and his arms fell limply to his sides. Finally, they found the ability breath normally, and Steve spoke.

"Ohhhhhhh. Oh, Julie. Wow. Are ... are we made up now? We're certainly not 'caught up,' but made up?"

Leaning back, she held his face in her hands and smiled at him. She kissed him softly and spoke in a contented whisper, "Yes, Steve. We're made up, now."

Collapsing back against the bags, Steve pulled Julie down with him. They giggled and kissed for a while, then he hugged her tight and they fell asleep, knowing they'd need their strength for tomorrow.

(to be continued)