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Every Time

By: NickFoxx



She was behind the register at the market the first time I saw her. She was just another body in a sea of people and noise until I noticed her. She said hello and started in withe the usual small talk but I ignored her. When I looked up, that changed. With long blonde hair, bright blue eyes and high cheekbones, she looked like she'd just stepped off a magazine cover. A face like that should be working somewhere more glamorous. 

The smock she wore hinted at a curvaceous figure but it was impossible to tell for sure. The little plastic tag that was pinned to her chest said her name was Tammy. I tried to get a peek at her ass as she bent over to get the detergent from the bottom of my cart. The smock came down too far. All I got was a hint of a tight butt. I thought, 'I've got to shop here more often. Maybe I'll see her again.'

She was walking her dog past me as I worked in the yard the second time I saw her. I'd never seen her there before, but then again, I'd never noticed her at the market either. A steady wind was blowing her polo shirt tight against her body. It left little no doubt this girl was carrying around an impressive chest under it. 

The thin material molded to her like a second skin. I had stopped at the end of the yard as she waved. After she passed by, I got a fantastic view of her ass wrapped in a pair of skin-tight black bike shorts. She glanced back at me and caught me ogling her but didn't react the way I expected. She smiled and waved again. Her hips swayed a bit more after that. It took me a minute to remember what I was doing when she was out of sight. 

She was spreading a towel out on the beach near my deck the third time I saw her. Normally, I hate it when someone interrupts my morning meditation but I didn't mind that day. From out on the sand, she yelled, "Hi. How are you this morning?" Though she was yards away, when I looked up, all I could see were her tits. 

They were fighting a valiant battle with the tiny triangles of fabric that were tying to contain them. The strings holding them on were cutting into her shoulders and stretching thin with the strain. Her flat belly was perfect with a long deep navel that looked like it was made for tickling with my tongue. Her pussy was cupped so tightly by the tiny triangle of cloth that I could see the plump lips of her pussy. 

The strings holding it in place were working almost as hard as the ones holding her top. When she turned, I got a view of two perfect, firm, round buttocks with nothing but a thin string splitting them. They looked so good that they made my mouth water. My dick was rock hard in an instant. Before I could look away, the chime sounded to mark the end of my meditation. I closed my eyes and sat there on the deck waiting for my cock to go down enough for me to stand. 

When I opened my eyes, I had a close up view of her light blue eyes and bright smile. "Are you centered now or should I come back later?"

"What?"

"Are you through with your meditation?"

It was a struggle not to stare at the generous cleavage hanging in front of me. I almost succeeded. "Yeah. No. I'm all done," I stammered.

"Cool. I wanted to come over when I saw you." The sweet smell of coconut oil washed over me as she sat down next to me. A sidelong glance showed the tag on her suit along one string. I smiled when I saw it. She caught me and squirmed around to see what I was looking at. The effect was astonishing. The way her back arched as she craned her neck to figure out what I was looking at thrust her chest out even further. The soft flesh of her breast threatened to spill out of the side of her suit as it shifted on her body. "What is it? What are you looking at?" she asked.

"The tag. It's just about the biggest piece of cloth on your suit."

Time slowed as she leaned forward, reached behind her and untied the knot in the middle of her back. Suspended in the tiny bits of cloth holding them in place, her tits looked like succulent fruit ready for me to pick. Her arm quickly covered a flash of nipple as she pulled the tag up to compare it to the front of her suit. "No, it's not," she declared. "It's smaller, see?" She held the two pieces up for comparison. There was no way I could focus of fabric with so much supple young flesh in view. When I didn't respond, she re-tied her top and asked me, "Have you lived here very long?"

"Uh, no. I started the remodel a couple of years ago." I closed my eyes so I could think before I went on. "It took longer than expected. By the time it was ready, I was on the road so this is the first chance I've had to check it out." 

"On the road? What were you doing?"

"I'm a artist and musician."

Her face lit up when she heard that. "Cool. Who do you play with?"

"I don't play with anybody exactly. I'm a studio musician but I spend most of my time writing and producing records." 

"That's so cool. That's a great job," she said.

I laughed at that the way I always do. It's one of the dumbest things people say to me. When I tell someone I produce records, they always say, "that's a fun job" or something similar. It's such a stupid thing to say. How do they know? Do they know what it means to produce a record? No, they don't. I hate it. When someone says that, I like to ask what they like about the business. But that wasn't what I did when she said it. As soon as I started to say something about my work, she smiled and all I could do was agree. Like and idiot, I asked, "What are you up to this morning?"

Unfazed, she said, "So far I'm just getting some sun and looking for some fun."

"Yeah? What kind of fun are you looking for?"

"Whatever comes up, I guess," she said as she looked down at my crotch. She took her time bringing her eyes back up to mine. 

"I think you're looking for trouble."

Her breath was hot in my ear as she leaned in and told me, "Nope, I'm looking to get laid. Wanna help me with that?" She was on her feet and half way to my door before I could say a thing. The sway of her hips was mesmerizing. As she made her way through the living room, the knot at on the back of her top came loose again. She tossed it aside and kept going down the hall. Without glancing my way, she asked, "Are you coming?" 

"Not yet," I said. "But if you keep stripping I might shoot a load right here."

The sight of her as she twirled in front of me is burned into my memory. It will be there the rest of my life. Blond hair, big blue eyes and broad smile flashed brightly above her full tits and they swung into and out of view. Her nipples were hard little pebbles centered in the crinkled flesh of her pink areolas. They seemed to stare at me as she turned. With a giggle, she ran down the hall to the master bedroom. I hear a gasp as she enters the master suite.

When I get to the end of the hall, I find her standing there, staring at the bed and the view. It's magnificent. The bed looks out over the ocean and you can see for miles. I set it up with reflective windows so the sun doesn't make the room overheat and no one can see in even though there are no curtains. You can lie in bed at watch the sun set with a panoramic view of the coast. 

Of course the bed is pretty impressive too. It's a custom-built four-poster bed that's fifty percent bigger than a king. The posts are massive, rising more than ten feet off the surface of the bed. The mattress is high off the floor. The perfect height to bend someone over and slam into them from behind. What she can't see are the little details I added to the bed; the anchors where you can secure someone so that they're immobilized and helpless or the rings in the canopy's structure where you can attach a swing. Those are private and invisible unless you know where to look. 

Unable to take her eyes off the view, she asks, "You built this?"

"Yes."

"It's so..."

"That's what it's supposed to be...breathtaking," I told her. My eyes raked up and down her flawless body. 

My hand rose of its own volition and stroked the skin of her shoulder. The tight, velvet softness of youth was there to be savored and enjoyed. Tracing the contours of her body, I drank in the smell of her; fresh and delicious. The high ponytail she wore left her neck bare and vulnerable to my kisses. Her breath caught in her throat as I tasted her. Full breasts rose and nipples hardened at the sensation. Wrapping my arms around her, I cupped the firm, soft orbs in my hands. They were too big to fit in my hands, spilling over as I squeezed them. Her back arched to lift them for me and her firm little butt made contact with my growing cock. As it throbbed between her cheeks, she rolled her hips and sighed. 

Her hand tugged the string that held her suit in place off and she tossed it aside before she reached back to push my shorts to the floor. The heat of our connection made us both hold our breath for a moment. She tilted her hips to let my cock slip in between her thighs. Warm damp kisses from her nether lips ran along the top of my shaft as she moved her hips like a stripper. She ground against me as I stood still behind her, letting her do all the work. When I took her nipples and rolled them between my fingers and thumb, she drenched me with her juices. The smell of her heated cunt mixed with the fresh quality of her youth beautifully. 

"Tammy, if you don't grab your suit and make a run for it, I'm going to bend you over this bed and fuck you until you beg me to stop," I whispered. 

"Please. Please fuck me," she replied.

I flexed my cock and lined up the head with her slit and drove it into the hot, wet depths of her body. She threw her head back and squeezed her eyes tight at the invasion as she pushed back to sink me all the way in. This was going to be fun.

Every Time Ch. 02



It was exquisite torture. It was such an intense feeling, it's impossible to describe. Her pussy was the hottest, tightest, wettest thing I'd ever stuck my dick in and I was loving it. Holding off the urge to dump a load in her was driving me crazy. I hoped it was hard for her too. There was no way I wanted this to end quickly. 

Despite the primal urge to breed with this girl, I wanted to take my time, to savor the feeling of her tight, wet flesh squeezing me as I thrust in and out of her. Each time the head of my cock bottomed out in her cunt a rush of air left her body like I was driving a large piston in her that forced it out. She was so tight that every fold of her steamy channel rippled along my rod as I moved in her. It was exquisite torture.

She laid her head down on the bed and arched her back to its limit. Firm, smooth skin stretched snugly over the toned muscles of her ass. With my hands on her waist, I planted my feet and moved her body where I wanted. I used her body like it was nothing to me. To me she was just a toy to be used for my pleasure. It had been a long time since I'd had my dick buried in such a young, tight pussy and I wanted to enjoy it for as long as I could. I also wanted her to enjoy it enough that she'd come back for more. 

Slowing my pace, I followed the map of her spine with the tips of my fingers. The velvet flesh of her back was my playground. I massaged her tense muscles as she writhed underneath me. Laying my chest against her back, I reached around her to feel the line of her body from her throat to her belly. The mounds of her heavy tits were swaying in counterpoint to my lunges. They filled my hands to overflowing and I could just imagine how they would look when she rode me. She packed a fabulous set of curves on her small frame and I wanted to enjoy them from every angle. 

Her belly was flat and taut under my palm. Sticky wet desire poured around my shaft and over my fingers as I traced the lines of her plump lips. A single touch to her clit was all it took to make her shudder and moan. As soon as she recovered, I assaulted the little pearl again and trigger another orgasm. Over and over, I flicked her clit and made her come. When she collapsed onto the bed, I changed the angle of my thrusts and pressed my palm tight against her mound to stimulate her g-spot as I fucked her hard and fast. 

"Oh, God yes!" she wailed and cried as I pounded her.

No more holding back. No more hesitation or teasing. Now, I was going to fuck this girl like she'd never been fucked before. On and on I pummeled her curvaceous little body into the mattress. I pinned her down with my weight as I slammed into her. She clawed at the sheets and wadded them up in her fists until her knuckles turned white with the strain. 

I reared my head up to bellow out a cry of release but she was a split second ahead of me. She screamed and shot hot come all over us both as she came one last time. The feeling of her hot juices on my balls forced them to give up their treasure and flood her gash with my seed. I buried my rod in her balls deep and let the first wad splash against the walls of her womb. An unintelligible shout echoed off the walls, as I pumped shot after shot of come in her tiny little slit. Finally, my body gave out and I slumped to the bed beside her. As I rolled away, her pussy let loose of my cock with a pop. One final string of come flew from me to paint the crack of her butt. 

Panting and gasping for breath, I lay back and closed my eyes to try and recover my senses. "Goddammit!" she shouted. "I've never come so hard before. That was fucking unbelievably good."

Between gasps I said, "You're an unbelievably good fuck."

She crawled over to rest her impressive chest on mine. "No. You were doing the work. You deserve the credit. You're the unbelievable one." We shared out first kiss. It was soft, sweet and hot. Her breath was hot and sweet and her tongue was quick and agile. I wondered how it would feel on my cock and I felt it throb with the thought. "After this is over, I gotta come back for some more of that," she said absent-mindedly.

"After what's over?"

"Crap," she muttered. "I'm not supposed to talk about it." Looking me in the eye she pleaded, "Please, please don't tell anybody I said anything."

"Said anything about what?" I asked. 

She quickly sat up. "It's the first rule. We're not supposed to tell anybody."

"Tell anybody what? What the fuck are you talking about, some kind of fucking club?"

"Yeah. Please don't tell them I told you about it. I'll do anything you want. Anything. Just don't tell them," she begged. I was beginning to think she was a ditzy blonde. 

I'm not the smartest man in the world and I knew I had just spent the last hour or so thinking with my little head. If I could restore the blood flow to my brain, maybe I could figure out what she was talking about. The view of her was too much for me. I couldn't think about anything but how beautiful she was. "I have no intention of telling anybody about this. It would be ungentlemanly."

"Huh? What do you mean, ungentlemanly?"

"I don't kiss and tell, or fuck and tell. I would never talk about you that way."

Her head tilted like a puppy's as she thought it through. "You don't want to brag to your buddies about the hot little piece of ass you just bagged?"

"No. What happens between us is nobody's business but ours."

"Damn. A big dick, a great fuck and a gentleman all rolled into one. You're the whole package aren't you?" she said with a grin.

"I don't know about that but I'm not telling anybody anything. Besides, I have no idea what you're so worried about," I said as I gave her a little kiss. 

"You said it before. It's a fucking club."

"What kind of club is it?"

"It's a Fucking Club."

"What?"

She lay down on the bed and drew little doodles on my chest. "It's a fucking club." When I still looked confused she added, "The name of it is the Fuck Club."

"This is like Abbot and Costello," I groaned. 

"Who?"

"Never mind. What's the Fuck Club about and why are you in a Fuck Club?"

"My girlfriends and I started it our senior year," she said. "We all put in money and made a bet on who would get the most points before we turned twenty-one."

A wave of fear and nausea washed over me. "How old are you?"

"I'm the baby of the group. I'll be twenty-one next month." 

"So you're twenty now?"

"Yep."

"Thank god," I said with a sigh.

"Freaked you out for a minute there, huh?" she teased.

"You've had me freaked out ever since we started this conversation. Tell me about the Fuck Club."

"I shouldn't. I shouldn't have said anything. That's the first rule. 'Don't talk about Fuck Club.' Guess what the second rule is."

"Don't talk about Fuck Club," I told her.

"Yeah. Just like the movie except we don't punch anybody."

"So how do you get points and what are you trying to win?" I asked.

"Well, we all put money in, a thousand dollars each. There were ten of us but there are rules on who can collect."

This was getting good. "Like what?"

"You can't collect if you get married, even if you're divorced before you turn twenty-one," she said. "One girl got married right out of high school and two girls did while they were in college. One of them is divorced and she was pissed that she's not in the running anymore. She doesn't need the money. Her ex is loaded and he paid her a butt-load of cash when they split up because she caught him with his assistant."

"His assistant must have been too hot to pass up," I said.

"Yeah. I always thought so. Too bad, too, he's really cute."

"Her ex?"

"No, his assistant. Brandy walked in on them sucking each other's cocks in the conference room of his office. She was smart enough to take a video of them with her phone before she said anything. After that, he gave her whatever she wanted."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Some guys just can't keep it in their pants," I said. "Of course, I don't have a lot of room to talk..."

"I can't believe yours fits in your pants," she said as she gave me a peck.

"Anyway, we all got together for another wedding last week and we compared notes. Since I'm the youngest one, the deadline is my birthday. Suzanne, the biggest bitch of the group, has the most points. But my friend Wanda and I are pretty close. I'm hoping I can beat Suzanne and win the money. Plus, I'd get to rub it in her face too."

"So if you fuck enough guys you win ten thousand dollars."

She punched me on the arm for that crack. "It's not about how many guys you fuck. It's about who you fuck. It's all about quality, not quantity. And it's not ten thousand anymore. It's about twenty-five or thirty."

"I thought there were ten of you. Did more join?"

"No. Brandy used her husband's company to invest it. We bought stock in a bunch of companies. We traded commodities and made some money."

That took a minute to sink in. When I first saw this girl, I thought 'bimbo' but I was wrong. She had a lot going on for her. "Wow. I'm impressed. It's been tough to make money in the market these days."

"Yeah. My dad lost half his retirement and my mom's been out of work. I want to give them the money if I win," she said.

"That's incredibly sweet of you," I told her. Then I wondered, "How are you going to explain where the money's from?"

She stared up at the ceiling and sighed. "I don't know. I've been trying to figure that out. It won't matter unless I win." Even flat on her back her tits looked full and firm. 

"So what are the rules and how many points do you need?'

"Well, you know the first two rules. After that they're about points. Like you can't fuck the same guy over and over and rack up points. You can't count points you score with a boyfriend or fiancée. Only fucking counts. Blowjobs, handjobs and other things don't. You can only score points in a category once unless you score in every single category and get approval to count points for the second time in a category."

"Okay. How many categories are there?"

"Lots. But most of them are easy. Doing it in your parents' house, doing it outdoors, in a car, that kind of stuff. The tougher ones are worth more."

"Like what?"

"Fucking a musician or actor is worth big points. If they've won an award, like a grammy or an oscar, it's worth more. Fucking a famous jock is worth big points but only if they were on a championship team. Couples are worth points and if they're married it's worth more. Rich guys and older guys are worth points. If the guy is more than twice your age it's worth the most."

Now I understood why she'd come onto me. "I get it. You wanted me because I'm so much older than you. How many points is it worth if he's three times your age?"

"I don't know but I'm not going to the old folk's home to find out,' she laughed. 

I sat up and stared her in the eye. "Do you have any idea how old I am?" I asked her.

"I don't know. You're in really good shape. You work out a lot, don't you? What, forty-five, fifty?" she said timidly.

"Come on. Don't bullshit me."

She scrunched her brow and asked, "How old are you?" 

"I'm fifty-nine. I'll be sixty this weekend."

She smiled from ear to ear. "Holy crap! That's great. Will you fuck me again when you're sixty? I'll get huge points for that." It took her a second to realize what she'd said and how it made me feel. "Oh, shit! I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I'm such a dumb blonde. Suzanne always says that I'm too stupid to be believed. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry, Nick." She buried her face in my chest and hugged me tight. Her body was so soft and warm I couldn't help but respond. Before I said anything, she felt my cock thickening between us. 

With my hand under her chin, I lifted her tear-filled eyes to mine. "It's okay. Don't worry about it. You're trying to help your family. I guess if you really need me to, I could bare fucking you again this weekend." I did my best to keep a straight face but it didn't last long. We both laughed as we kissed and made up. "You are so beautiful it hurts to look at you. You're so tiny but so voluptuous you make my mouth water."

"I'm not tiny," she said. She smiled and added, "I'm fun sized."

Soon, she was on top of me and was rubbing the head of my cock along her slit. She got both of us wetter and slicker as our natural lubrication poured out. I watched her tits move as she ground her clit against the base of my cock. She clenched her eyes shut as she lowered her pussy onto my shaft. I had to fight not to do the same thing. It was overwhelmingly hot and tight. I started to close my eyes twice but I didn't want to miss the show. 

The sight of her chest rising and falling with her deep breaths was enough to make me shoot off. The feel of her steamy slit opening up as she forced my cock into it was enough to do it too. When she held the base tight in one hand and slowly dropped down to take the full length of me in her tight little honey pot, I almost lost my mind. A quiver shook her from head to toe and seeing the way she moved was a once in a lifetime experience.

She threw her head back and thrust out her tits as she groaned and came. Her hands flew to her tits and I watched as she rolled her long, hard nipples between her thumb and fingers. A quick lick of her fingers and they were back at their task, twisting, pulling and teasing her nipples until they changed from pink to dark red. 

She gazed down at me and said, "I love playing with my tits." My mouth was too dry for me to speak so I nodded. "Do you like my titties?" she asked. Another nod was all I could muster. "Do you mind if I suck my titties?" I shook my head no. "You don't want me to play with my titties?" she teased. 

"No, I want you to. I want you to pinch them and lick them, kiss them and suck them. I want you to do whatever you want," I croaked.

Tammy shuddered as she lifted one of her nipples up to her mouth. Her tongue flicked out and danced around the little nub as she flexed her hips to fuck me. "They taste so good and it feels so very good when I suck them," she moaned.

Without realizing it, I licked my lips as she switched from one to the other. I couldn't believe her nipples could get longer or harder but they did. It was beautiful. Her sweet angelic face was a mask of unbridled lust as she sucked her tits and slowly rode my hard cock. I could feel the head slip past the mouth of her cervix when she pressed down hard. She was taking her time fucking me slow and deep. 

In a husky voice she asked, "Do you want to suck my titties too?" 

"Yes. Yes," I moaned. I had to crane my neck as she arched her back to feed me her tit. If I ended up in traction, it would be worth it. Her mound slammed into my pelvic bone as she fucked me harder. I grabbed her ass and pulled her down tight to me and flexed my cock in her. She moaned and sped up her gyrations. Her movements caused my fingers to slip between her cheeks and tease her little rosebud. The moaning from deep in her chest grew louder and more intense with that. 

"Oh yessss," she hissed. "That's good. You want to fuck my ass? Want to split me open with that big long thick cock of yours?"

The tip of my finger felt like it was sucked into her welcoming asshole as my rod started to swell inside her. My balls pulled up tight to my body and my cock throbbed as it prepared to unload in her tight, wet cunt. 

She pushed back against my hand and she cried out, "Don't come yet! Don't come! Wait! Wait! I want to feel you shoot your come in my nasty asshole while I'm coming!" That did it for me. The thought of fucking this hot young ass was more than I could handle. I shoved my finger deep in her butt and filled her gash with my come. This girl was a freak and I loved it.



Every Time Ch. 03



The spin of the ceiling fan was the only thing moving in the room. My heart pounded in my chest like a jackhammer. I wondered if I'd ever catch my breath again. Then I thought, 'If this is how I go out. At least I'll die with a smile on my face.' With that thought in my head, I couldn't stop smiling no matter how hard I tried. Tammy lay next to me, face down on the bed. One arm rested on my chest. I ran my fingers along its length, then followed the line of her curves all the way down to the crack her ass. Tresses of long, blonde hair fanned out around her head as I admired her beside me.

"You're going to keep me awake if you don't stop doing that," Tammy said quietly. 

I chuckled, "That sounds pretty good to me."

A flip of her head revealed a wicked smile. "Better be careful. I might want some more of that cock of yours," she threatened.

"You're liable to kill me, girl."

Tammy cuddled up to me and whispered, "Maybe. But you'd die a rich, old man with a hot sexy young blonde fucking you. Most guys would give anything to go out like that."

"Hey! You don't have to hit below the belt with the old crap."

Her apology came with a rain of kisses. "I'm sorry...you're a mature piece of prime beefcake and I'm crazy about you," she said quietly.

"That's better, I guess. Besides, I'm not most guys and I'm not rich."

"Well, you're richer than most people. You'd have to be to own a place like this on the beach." 

I stopped her hand and held her as I asked, "You thought place was mine? Is that the reason you came after me?"

"Yeah. No," she stammered. Tammy pulled me back as I started to get up. "I thought the house was yours but that's not why I wanted to sleep with you."

"Tammy, you told me all about the club. I know what you're after. It's okay. You're doing it for your parents. You don't have to explain yourself to me."

"Nick. Wait, Nick," she pleaded. "That's not why I fucked you. I don't fuck anybody for money. The club doesn't mean shit compared to being with someone I like." She worked up a head of steam and was ready to tell me off. If she hadn't been naked and freshly fucked, she'd have been more intimidating. "I fuck who I want, when I want and how I want. Nothing else gets me into bed -- not a big wallet or a big dick. You've got some nerve...I'm not a fucking whore or competitive fuck bunny," she said forcefully.

I tried to calm her down. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I told her. "I overreacted. It's just you were talking about me being rich" As she calmed down I added, "I told you I remodeled this place. Oh, crap. That's why you thought it was mine. I didn't realize...I just...Tammy, the couple that owns this place are friends of mine. They hired me to remodel it for them. I toured with her brother for a while and they like my work so they asked me to fix up the house. I don't own it. I just re-designed it."

"Shit, really? You came up with all this? It's beautiful. I've been watching while the crews worked. I love what you did, the way you balanced Palladian architecture and infused a Zen aesthetic and touches of Frank Lloyd Wright. It's fucking incredible."

"What?"

"You took the hub of rooms around the great room and foyer, which is a classic Palladian layout, and gave it a Zen aesthetic. You removed the Federalist influences of the façade and gave it curb appeal that is reminiscent of Wright's early work by letting it blend in organically with the surroundings," she said.

"Yeah, I did. How do you know all that?"

Tammy proudly said, "I have a degree in sustainable architecture."

It's not often a sexy naked blonde discussed my work with such admiration and passion. She went on and on about the organic influences and the way I had adapted the classics to fit the house and the sight. The way the sun and view were integrated into the living space was her favorite part of the design. We talked about the environmentally friendly products and the passive solar heat and convection cooling systems. 

"I can't believe it," she said as she plopped down on the bed. 

"You can't believe what?"

"I can't believe you did this. It's so cool. I didn't know you were an architect too," she said. 

"I'm not. I'm a musician. I just like to fix places up. My dad was in charge of a lot of construction projects when I was a kid. I grew up reading blueprints and going over project schedules on our dining table."

"You designed this house. You may not have a degree but you're an architect," she told me. She propped herself up on one elbow. I tried to look her in the eye but the way her breasts looked was too tempting. "You're a trip," she said. 

"Huh?"

She smiled as she said, "You're such a weird mix of artist, gentleman and pervert that I want to hang out with you."

After a long soft kiss, I said, "That's good because I want to hang out with you too. Wanna start with a shower?"

Tammy smiled and said, "That sounds like a good place to start." She got up from the bed and stopped a few feet away. "Where is it?"

Even with her keen eye she couldn't see it. I was proud. I worked hard to incorporate all the practical necessities of the house and maintain the minimalist feel. "Should I take you to the guest room where I'm staying or do you want to see the master bath?"

"The master, please." She rocked back and forth like a kid asking for more candy. 

I walked over and pushed on the corner of a wall panel. As it swung open, I said, "This is the master bath." I knew it would make an impression. It was state of the art and one of the most beautiful things I'd ever designed. Of course, it was also one of the most expensive. I turned to see Tammy in the soft light streaming in from outside and thought, 'No matter what it cost to build this, she's the most beautiful thing in the room.' 

Tammy stood just inside the doorway and whispered, "Damn! You're good."

The control panel for the shower was quick and easy to set. "Come on," I urged her. "Let's get cleaned up and go have some fun."

"You mean the fun hasn't started yet? If there's gonna be more fun, I'm liable to end up walking bow-legged."

I pulled her to me for another kiss and said, "We're gonna have so much fun, little girl."

She stared at me with as serious look on her face for a second, then smiled and kissed me before she pushed me under the showerhead. "We got to clean up your act, you dirty ol' man," she teased.

It didn't seem possible. Her skin was even smoother and softer to the touch as the warm water streamed down over her. I didn't ever want to stop. Suds poured over our fingers as we washed each other from head to toe. Handling her slippery body was more invigorating than Viagra. I was hard the entire time we were in the shower and it was wonderfully frustrating to fight the urge to bend her over and take her then and there. 

She teased and stroked my cock while pretending to wash me, she looked up and asked, "You're thinking about fucking me in here aren't you?"

"Actually I'm thinking about not fucking you in here and wondering how long I can hold out before I do."

"What's wrong? Don't you want some of this?" she asked as she turned and bent over. She peered at me over her shoulder as she opened the flushed lips of her cunt. "Wanna get you some young nooky in the shower, Nick?"

I pushed her against the wall. Either the cold tiles or the impact of our bodies forced the air from her lungs in a rush. "You want me to fuck you or do you want to play a while and see what you get then?"

She shuddered as I slid my hard rod up and down between her cheeks and teased her tight little asshole. Gasping with the sensation she asked, "What do I get if I wait?"

"You get teased and played with until I decide to fuck you. Then, when you really, really want it bad, I'm going to fuck you until you scream."

"Damn," she hissed. "You're wicked. I like it."

I back away slowly and watched as she lay her face on the cool tile to compose herself. Her cheeks were pink and her chest was heaving. It was tempting to give in and fuck her right then but I had plans for her. Resisting my impulses, I stepped out of the warm spray. The towels were warm and soft on my skin as I watched her. I held one out for her and lovingly dried her from her to toe. 

While she stood above me, I sank my face between her legs and inhaled the scent of her damp, freshly washed young pussy. She held her breath as I licked her outer lips just once to taste her flesh. The sharp intake of her breath echoed off the tile. Summoning all my self-control, I stood and walked back to the bedroom. The sound of Tammy's feet on the floor behind me let me know she was close at hand as I made my way through the house to the guest room where I was staying. Her breath caught as she saw the view. "It's so..." she said. Being at a loss for words was understandable. 

"The view from every bedroom is great," I said. "That took a little work but it paid off."

"It sure as hell did," she sighed. "Is this your room?"

"This is one of the six guest rooms. They're three on each floor. I staggered them so guests wouldn't disturb each other." I grabbed a shirt and pants and started to dress. "The main living area has an elevator tucked behind the front gallery wall if you'd like to see the others."

"Maybe. Right now I want to soak this in for a minute."

She stood almost plastered to the glass of the window. It was a tough call whether she or the view outside was more alluring. It was tempting to take her then and there but I wanted to wait. I stepped up behind her and ran my hand over her shoulders and down her back. The cheek of her ass was soft and firm in my grip. I felt the damp heat between her thighs and I reached down to cup her sex with my palm. "Is that from me or the view?" I asked. 

"Both," she said as she pushed back on my hand. 

"Good answer," I told her. The soft curves of her body melded to mine as I took her in my arms and kissed my way down her neck. Goosebumps popped up along her arm and she leaned back into my embrace. When I saw her nipples harden, I backed away and said, "Let me show you the rest of the place and then we can get something to eat."

We toured the whole house. Tammy wanted us to look at everything. Actually, I gave her a tour of the house and she looked at everything while I followed along leering at her gorgeous body. When we stepped out on the terrace upstairs, I grabbed a robe for her. The thin material clung to her in the breeze. It reminded me of the day as she passed me on the street walking her dog.

"Do you live near here?" I asked.

"Not too far. Why?"

"I was thinking about the day you passed me out front."

"Yeah...Wanda saw you were outside and I kind of jogged over with her dog so I could bump into you," she reluctantly admitted. 

"So you weren't just passing by."

"No."

"And it wasn't your dog? You must have wanted some of this bad," I said as I puffed out my chest.

Tammy gave me a playful smack and reached down to grab my dick. "I wanted some of this." When my cock twitched in her hand, she stepped back and opened her robe to flash me. "Besides, I knew you wanted some of this."

I held her against the rail and kissed her. Like every kiss, it left me wanting more. I took her hand and we ducked into the study. Inside, we passed framed prints of one magazine cover after another. Tammy's head swiveled back and forth as she checked them out. "Is this guy a fan or a stalker?" she asked.

"Just a loving husband," I told her. 

"If he loves his wife, he should have pictures of her all over the place instead of this bimbo." She stopped in front of a swimsuit cover and said, "My ex had that one hanging over his bed in the dorm. It pissed me off so bad. I knew he laid there and jacked off to it all the time. One time I caught him staring at her while we were doing it. I dumped his sorry ass that night. I figured if he thought she was such hot shit he could finish with her." 

I couldn't help but laugh a little. "She'd love that story. You should tell her when they get here this weekend."

With her head stuck in the past and reminded of her anger, it took a minute for what I said to sink in. "I should...what did you say?"

"You should tell her that story when they get here this weekend. They'll be here Sunday." Tammy still looked confused. I stood in behind her and pointed at the photo. She and her husband own the house," I told her slowly. "His soccer season is over and she's been dying to spend some time here. They asked me to come make sure it was ready for them. Her brother's tour ended last week and I had time off, so I came. That's why I'm here now." My mind started to work over time. "Now that I think about it, there are a lot of my friends who happen to have this weekend off. They're up to something. They might be planning a surprise party for my birthday. I'll figure it out eventually."

"Wait...you mean...she's going to be here with...?" Tammy turned and saw their wedding photo on the desk. "You designed this place for them?"

"Yeah. We met at a charity event a few years ago. I've written some songs with her brother and toured with him. They came to my house and liked it. She wanted to use my designer for this place and that was me, so...I did remodel for them."

For a second, Tammy looked dazed. "Holy crap. I had no idea. I was pissed at her for a long time," she muttered.

"I don't think you were pissed at her. She didn't do anything to you. I think you were pissed at your boyfriend for fantasizing about her when he should have been focused on you."

With a furrowed brow, she said, "Yeah. That's true. It wasn't her fault. It was his." She stared at the cover again and added, "But girls like her made me feel so...insecure when I was a kid. My boobs were the only was I ever got any attention. I always wanted to be beautiful like that...glamourous and sexy." 

"You've got to be kidding me. You're so gorgeous, I can't believe there weren't guys following you around like puppies." 

Blushing, she slapped at me and said, "Oh, shut up." 

"Hey, I meant that. You are gorgeous. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. I've worked with some really successful models over the years and you have what they all want."

She snuggled up to me and asked, "Yeah? What's that, big boobs?" 

I reached around and smacked her butt as I hugged her. "No. Well, some of them probably would but that's not what I mean."

"Then what do you mean?"

It took me a minute to find the right word. Then it hit me. "They want grace. You have a grace about you that draws people to you. You're accepting and at peace with yourself and you enjoy what you do. Even when you're bagging groceries you're interacting with the people around you, helping them and enjoying the chance to talk to them."

"I don't know about that. That job was a grind."

"But you made it fun. I had a great time talking to you and was disappointed when I didn't see you there."

She gave me a little kiss and said, "Ah, that's so sweet. You sure you didn't just miss trying to get a peek at my ass?"

"Well, there was that too," I said with a laugh.

"Wanda was right. You are an old perv," she teased.

"Is that what Wanda said?"

"Yeah. She caught you staring at my ass the first time we talked."

"Can you blame me? You've got a pretty fantastic ass."

She said, "It's time for you to take me home."

"You don't want to go out?"

"I do but I can't go like this. All I brought was a swimsuit." The tiny bottoms of her suit swung in her hand. 

"That's only half a suit. Where's the top?" I asked her.

"I left them..."

"Oh, yeah. They're in the living room."

We searched all over the room and couldn't find her top. When I saw sandy paw prints, I knew what had happened. With a laugh I told her, "Jeffery has your top."

"Who is Jeffery?"

"He's the neighbor's dog. He's getting old. Sometimes he wanders into the wrong house. I just turn him around and send him on his way." I couldn't stop laughing at the image of him coming home with a bikini top in his mouth. "He must have picked up your top and taken it home with him."

"What the hell am I going to do?" Tammy asked.

"I'll buy you a new one."

Tammy was starting to get pissed. "Great. I'll go right down to the store with my tits hanging out and see if they've got another one in my size."

I tried my best not to laugh but it was a lost cause. She looked so cute when she got angry. She stood there with hands on her hips, fire in her eyes and tits that rose and fell with every word looking pretty as a picture. I led her back to the guest room and found a t-shirt from the last tour. When she put it on, I had to fight the urge to laugh again. Even with her curves, it was huge on her. 

That just made her more pissed than before. "What the fuck? How am I going to wear this?" she asked.

Pushing her into the bathroom, I had her stand in front of the mirror. With a pair of scissors, I started working on the shirt. "Hold still, I don't want you to get hurt."

Tugging the shirt against her, I pulled her hair aside and cut the neckband free. I split it in the middle and tied it at the back of her neck. Then I ran the scissors around her, taking the bottom half of the shirt off. A trapezoid of material was left when I was done and it was just large enough to cover and support her chest. I left little strings hanging from the corners to tie across the back and instant halter. All I had to do was tuck in the rough edges and it looked fine. Her hair hung down in back and covered the strings. 

In a moment of inspiration, I took the remaining tube of material and had her hold it at her waist. I cut the side seams out and made little holes along each side of the slit. Then I took the seamed pieces and laced them through the holes to pull the sides of her makeshift skirt snug. It looked funky and very much like a beachwear cover up. "How's that?" I asked.

"Holy shit! You are an artist," she cried. "How the fuck did you do think of that?"

"I don't know. It just made sense to cut it down to fit you." I stepped back and made an adjustment or two. "It looks pretty good. That should get you home without too much fuss. Let's go." Just before she started for the door, I said, "Wait. There's one more thing." I reached under her top and cupped her breasts in my hands. Instantly, her nipples hardened and tried to poke holes in my palms. I rolled them back and forth between my thumb and finger until she was panting. "Okay, now you're ready."

I made it to the deck before she caught up with me. "What the hell? Are you going to do that all night?"

"Well, maybe not that but something like it."

"If you keep that up, I'll be humping your leg before we finish dinner," she whispered.

"Good. That's what I was going for," I said with a smile.

"Is this because of the club?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you pissed? Are you paying me back because you thought I fucked you to score points?" she asked sheepishly.

I was shocked. "No. No way. I'm just having a little fun and teasing you."

"Why?"

"I thought it was fun. Hell, you teased me when you were trying to get me into bed, right?"

She shrugged and said, "Yeah, I guess I did."

"Then why can't I tease you too? You have it better off than I did."

"How do you figure that?"

I leaned in and let my warm breath tickle her ear as I said, "I didn't know what you intended when you were teasing me. I had no idea what you were up to. You, on the other hand, know you're going to get laid. It's only a question of when." A small quiver passed through her as I took her hand and said, "Let's go get you changed and go out to eat."

She didn't move. "I have to know one thing," she said timidly. "Do you forgive me?"

"Forgive you?"

"For seducing you as part of the Fuck Club contest."




Every Time Ch. 03



A chuckle escaped before I realized she was serious. I told her, "Tammy, I'm a fifty-nine year old guy who was seduced and royally fucked by a twenty year old babe. Most guys would just say 'thank you' and not care why you did it. After that, I find out I actually like you and we have a lot in common. How can I complain? I've had more fun today in and out of bed than I've had in a long time. You are so smart, sensitive, funny, kinky and beautiful-you have nothing to be forgiven for. Meeting you was the coolest thing that's happed to me in a while. Having so much in common makes it better and the sex-well, that kind of speaks for itself."

"So you forgive me?"

I kissed her softly and said, "If that's what you need to hear-then yes. I forgive you. Now can we go?"

She launched herself up to hug my neck. "Thank you. Thank you. You are so cool. I love you so much." We both froze when she said it. It was obviously more than she meant to say. I had to break the tension quickly. 

"Thank god you said that. I thought it was just me," I sighed. 

Timidly, she asked, "You mean...you love me?"

I scowled at her. "No. I just wasn't sure you thought I was cool."

She punched me in the arm and marched off toward the car ordering me to follow. "Come on old man. I want something to eat."



Every Time I Close My Eyes



'New Logo for Carson's?' The email notification popped up in the corner of Kaitlyn's screen, and she clicked on it almost instantly. Not that she was excited to see yet another attempt by Elise to salvage the Carson account-they'd been going back and forth on the logo for the new branding campaign for about three days now, and every effort had somehow managed to be worse than the one before it. Elise had a bad habit of ignoring the notes her boss gave her and 'following her muse', which would have been fine if her muse had led her anywhere commercial or even aesthetically pleasing. They said that inside every advertising agent there was an artist struggling to get out, but the crazy abstract artist in Elise had made a break for it about three months ago and was sprinting for the hills.

Still, Kaitlyn thought as she opened the email, which contained nothing but an image attachment and the sentence, 'Be down in a minute to talk to you about this,' it was probably worth at least a look before she reassigned the account. It couldn't be any worse than the previous effort, and Elise had done good work in the past before she got onto this weird obsession with meaningless squiggles. Maybe she'd finally incorporated some of Kaitlyn's notes into the new-

"Haaagh!" Kaitlyn let out an involuntary gasp of disgust as she opened the image file. It was...hideous. Beyond hideous-it actively bordered on deranged. It was nothing but a looping, twisting scrawl that crossed in on itself over and over, occasionally taking sharp angles that gave the whole thing a jagged and uncomfortable feel despite the numerous soft curves. The only way they could use this in a branding campaign was if they planned to announce Carson's new product line of demon-worshiping cult hoodies.

"Whaddya think?" Elise said, popping through the door to Kaitlyn's office uninvited and closing it behind her. "Did you open it? Did you see it? Whaddya think?" Her tiny, perky body practically vibrated with enthusiasm, as though each and every one of her short blonde hairs was standing on end with excitement.

Kaitlyn shuddered. "I can still see it every time I close my eyes," she said faintly, her voice an aural picture of trauma. She wasn't exaggerating; the image felt like it was burned into her retinas, an endless and unfollowable tangle of loops and whorls and spiky peaks. She blinked a few times, but it was still there.

Elise squealed in delight and clasped her hands together in front of her chest. "Perfect!" she said, clearly overjoyed. "That's just what I was hoping for! Oh, it just encapsulates everything I've been trying to say for the last few months, Kaitlyn. I feel like I finally nailed it."

Kaitlyn tore her eyes away from the monstrosity on the screen and glared at Elise. "What?" She didn't bother trying to hide the anger in her voice. This was beyond reassignment bad, this was firing level bad. If Elise genuinely thought that this was of professional quality at all, let alone some sort of top-notch work, she was clearly exhibiting poor enough judgment that Kaitlyn would be justified in showing her the door. And if she thought this was a good time to be funny, she probably deserved to walk for that alone.

If Elise noticed that her job was at stake, she didn't let on. "It's so unforgettable!" she cried out. "I've been trying to make an image that will be in everyone's mind, and I think I finally got it at last. Thank you so much for putting up with my earlier efforts, Kait. I know it must have been frustrating, but I think that now that you see the finished product, you'll agree with me."

"Agree with-" Kaitlyn bit back what would undoubtedly have been an unprofessional, if cathartic outburst, and closed her eyes in an effort to re-center herself. It was no good. That horrible thing floated in front of her mind's eye, almost taunting her with its indecipherable ugliness. It was messy where it should have been elegant, complicated where it should have been clean and simple, and abstract where it should have conveyed a clear message. It practically dared the eye to follow it-every time you followed a line, it led you along an endless path of lefts and rights and ups and downs and intersections and ugh!

Kaitlyn sighed. "Elise, we need to talk. This new logo of yours, it's..." She stared at her computer screen, trying to find a word to describe it that didn't involve profanity. The squiggly mess looked like it was glaring back at her, somehow. Not that it looked like an eye-it manifestly didn't look like anything Kaitlyn had ever seen. It was almost impressively meaningless; Kaitlyn evaluated images all day every day for a living, and she couldn't derive anything from this heap of lines. No matter how long or how hard she looked at it, the design refused to yield to any kind of analysis.

"It's eye-catching, isn't it?" Elise said, coming over to sit in the chair opposite Kaitlyn. "I've been working on it for months, ever since I had my breakthrough-did I ever tell you about my breakthrough, Kait? It's really exciting stuff, I've had a hard time thinking about anything else. And you know me when I get excited. I'm all go go go!" She giggled, punching the air to illustrate her enthusiasm.

"What?" Kaitlyn generally liked energy in her employees, but not when it was in service to an account-losing disaster. "No, I-you never mentioned anything about this. Not to me, at least." She clicked the close box in frustration, banishing the offending image to the depths of her computer, but she felt like she could never unsee it.

"Well," Elise said, leaning forward in her chair, "I was thinking that really, what we do here is try to persuade people, right? Try to influence the way they think about our clients." She was going a mile a minute, her words machine-gunning at Kaitlyn to the point where the other woman wanted to duck behind her desk in self-defense. "But we're just doing it based on trial-and-error, intuiting the answer instead of thinking scientifically. So I figured that if I wanted to get really good at my job, I'd need to learn about the way the human brain processes images."

"Elise, can we not do this right now?" Kaitlyn didn't really care why Elise thought that mess was worth showing her anymore. There was no part of this conversation worth having except for the bit where they talked about whether to give Elise one last chance to produce something worthwhile or she packed up her desk immediately. All Kaitlyn wanted to do was kick Elise out of her office, go home, and lie down until she could find some way to get that awful piece of junk out of her mind. It was just so hideously over-complicated-every line felt like it swirled around every other line and back in on itself and then around three more lines and you couldn't even tell if it was all one scribble or three or four scribbles having sex with each other.

"Just bear with me," Elise said, bulldozing Kaitlyn's objections. "This is important. See, I've been researching a lot of neurological theory, trying to understand the structures in the human brain that process visual input, and I found some really interesting material online about the way that we store information. It's like, if the brain is a computer, and I know it's not but bear with me here, but if it was, then our senses would be our input ports. And when we look at things, it's like we're entering in a computer program."

Kaitlyn closed her eyes tight and pinched the bridge of her nose. Her head felt like it was bursting-not pain, exactly, just an overwhelming sensory impression, like being in a crowded bar during a light show. The image of that stupid drawing Elise had made simply wouldn't go away, it was embedded solidly in her mind's eye and she couldn't stop seeing it whenever she shut her eyes. "Elise, look," she said wearily, trying to wrest control of the situation long enough to at least throw the other woman out.

"Exactly! Look!" Elise replied, jumping out of her chair. "I thought that was the key too, Kait! We look at pictures, drawings, icons and logos and they form connections in our brain. They access other information, they send our whole neural network into action! And I thought, well, what if you could make a picture that directly accesses that network? What if you could make something that didn't just represent something that the brain understood, what if you could make something that directly instructed the brain itself? Something that you would just see and it would instantly influence your behavior?"

Kaitlyn opened her eyes sharply, staring at Elise in horror. "You what?" she asked. Not that she thought that anything Elise was saying was true, but the very thought that one of her employees would use her as a human guinea pig in some sort of brainwashing experiment was...it was loopy. Loopier than all those scribbles that twisted around into crazy patterns in her mind's eye. Loopier than every single one of the lines that she couldn't stop tracing in her head, each one leading to another, the design smooth and unbroken and seamless...

"I made...well, I guess you could call it a computer virus for the human brain," Elise said, coming around the desk to stand next to Kaitlyn's chair. "It's a computer virus in its simplest sense, of course, but that's okay because it's not really like we have anti-virus software because this is just an analogy anyway. Your brain receives the image through the optic nerve and begins deciphering it, the same way you decipher any image for meaning, but it's such a complex visual structure and it's so abstract that your mind can't really process it. It keeps running the same program, again that's just an analogy but by now you're probably having problems really paying attention to my words anyway so that doesn't matter, but it keeps running the same program over and over trying to make sense of what it saw but all it gets is more nonsense."

"I...I don't, um...Elise, what did you..." Kaitlyn blinked hard, trying to clear the squiggly lines out of her head, but it wasn't helping. She still saw it, overlaid on her vision like a daydream blotting out reality, an endless design of chaotic, swirling lines that she followed over and over, tracing each curve until it inevitably led her back to another, unable to find the beginning and unable to find the end. She sank back into her chair, clenching her eyes tightly shut. "What did you do to me?" she whimpered.

"It's very simple, Kait," Elise said tenderly, stroking Kaitlyn's long dark hair. "Your brain is shutting down. You just don't understand because your brain is shutting down. You're trying to make sense of that picture, but it's impossible, so your mind is devoting more and more of its resources to the task. Like a computer devotes more and more resources to the virus program until everything else is all sluggish and pretty soon even the operating system isn't processing very fast. I sped the whole thing along a little with some very rapid audio input to confuse you further, but you would probably have a hard time thinking by now no matter what."

"I, um, you, but..." Kaitlyn's tongue felt thick and clumsy in her mouth. She tried to gather her thoughts, but they kept disappearing into swirling lines, jagged angles, intricately intersecting loops of black on white. Over and over again, her mind following the pattern as it swooped and snarled her every conscious notion into a tangle of twisting, warping squiggles. She was barely even aware of Elise reaching down and undoing the buttons on her blouse, one by one, and slipping her hands inside to caress Kaitlyn's breasts.

"Don't worry, Kait," Elise said, sitting on Kaitlyn's lap and playing with her nipples. "It's not going to hurt you. It's just like a computer-your mind is going to run out of memory, trying to figure out what it just saw, and when it gets too slow and sluggish and sleepy to think at all anymore, it's going to crash. 'Brain has encountered an error and needs to close,'" she said with a musical laugh.

"And when that happens," she continued, her words now just meaningless sound in Kaitlyn's ears as the pattern consumed Kaitlyn's every thought, "you're going to reboot. You'll enter a nice, sleepy, fuzzy fugue state where your brain is open to programming just like a computer in boot mode. We can't use it for the Carson account, unfortunately-it wouldn't be safe to have people stare at a billboard and suddenly become mindless and obedient. But I didn't make it for the Carson campaign. I made it for you."

Kaitlyn moaned as Elise continued working the warm, heavy flesh of her tits. Everything else slipped away, the distraction of touch overwhelming what little mind she had left and making it impossible to resist the twisting pattern in her mind's eye. "I showed you that drawing because I wanted you just like this, all blank and aroused and open to my words, and now I'm going to program you." She kissed Kaitlyn on the lips, slipping her tongue into Kaitlyn's mouth and swirling it around. "You can probably guess I've already got a few ideas for what to program you with."

Elise paused. "Well, you probably can't, I suppose. Not right now. But that's okay too." She grinned, running her hands over the swell of Kaitlyn's chest. Kaitlyn gasped in pleasure, unable to figure out what was happening. She only knew that her body felt so good, her nipples felt tight and hard and her pussy was getting wet and lines, over and over, the pattern tangling up her mind in them and there were words but she didn't have the attention span to process the words and the lines and the fingers slipping into her panties and fucking her, and the swirling lines were more important, she almost had it, it almost made sense to her, she had to think, had to think about the image in her head in her head in her head-

Kaitlyn's world slipped away completely into blessed, uncomplicated blankness. Her head slumped to one side, her eyes staring sightlessly forward and her body going limp.

"There we go," Elise said, cooing the words into Kaitlyn's ear. "Now, listen..."

*****

"Wake up, sleepyhead." Kaitlyn's eyes fluttered open, unsure for a moment of where she was or even who she was. Then Elise came into focus, her legs spread and her pussy glistening with moisture, and Kaitlyn remembered everything.

"God, you're beautiful," she said, leaning in and licking away at the other woman's wet cunt.

"Mmm," Elise purred, as Kaitlyn's tongue lashed away at her clit. "Thank you, boss." She entangled her fingers into Kaitlyn's hair, pulling her forward, but Kaitlyn needed no encouragement. She couldn't think of anywhere she'd rather be than right here between Elise's thighs, lapping up her girlfriend's delicious juices and bringing her closer to orgasm.

Kaitlyn spiked her tongue deep into Elise's pussy, flicking at her clit as she dragged it slowly up and around. "One more orgasm," she said, in between bouts of licking. "Then we have to get back to work. The Carson account still needs a logo, you know."

"I've...nnh! I've got a few ideas," Elise whimpered, playing with her nipples as Kaitlyn ran her tongue along her pussylips. "We can talk about them, ohhh...we can talk about them when your tongue is less busy."

Kaitlyn chuckled, tickling the tip of Elise's swollen clit with her breath. "And yours," she said, nuzzling Elise's pussy until her chin was slick with the other woman's arousal. "I've been gagging for it for..." She suddenly noticed that the sky outside the office was dark, and shivered with desire at the realization that she must have been eating Elise out for hours. "Forever."

"Me too," Elise moaned, wrapping her legs around Kaitlyn's head as her hips bucked in the throes of a powerful orgasm. "Oh god, me too..." Kaitlyn shivered in arousal at the other woman's moans, and redoubled her efforts-she'd planned to stop, but when it came to the woman she'd loved as long as she could remember, one orgasm was never enough.

THE END



Every Time It Rains



For many people, a rainy day can be sad or depressing. To me, a rainy day always brings back a particular memory that was scorched into my brain many years ago. Maybe because the memory is so sweet... 

It was September 1992 and I was traveling on Route 70 somewhere between St. Charles Missouri and Kansas City... in an area called "Tornado Alley". It had been a glorious day, up to that point, with little sign of the storm clouds to come. As I sped down the highway, I didn't have a care in the world. I watched the seemingly endless stream of telephone poles fly by in a blur. I pressed the gas pedal to the floor in an attempt to defy time and space. I was in a hurry... a hurry to grasp life and live it to the fullest. I was headed for college after being discharged from the military, where I had spent time in the Middle East during the first Iraq war. The war hadn't lasted long, but it had nonetheless left a lasting impression on me. It taught me that life is fragile and fleeting... with no guarantees of tomorrow. 

I had made good progress by evening and although the sun was rapidly disappearing over the horizon, I decided to drive for a few more hours. However, from across the plains I saw a storm developing. The puffy clouds grew dark as they rolled toward me, quickly turning from white to an angry gray. The rain started slowly, but within minutes was pouring down in buckets. Water dripped from a hole in the canvas roof of my old Jeep CJ7 and onto the back of my shirt. 

A few minutes later, without warning, the rain turned to hail. The hard pebbles of ice pelted the windshield like stones, threatening to burst through. The gusting wind suddenly whipping across the open fields made it difficult to hold the old Jeep on the road. The wipers, which desperately needed replacing, were totally ineffective. The clouds had turned black and ominous. It was only 8 P.M., but could have been midnight. I was a city boy from Philadelphia and never experienced the kind of dangerous storms that blew up without warning in these Mid-Western plains. 

Still, I was undeterred. At twenty-three years old and full of self-importance, I was finally headed for college and a storm wasn't going to stop me. I was a bit old to be starting college. I was one of "those" people that had joined the Army to obtain money for college. My parents were too poor to afford it and my grades were not worthy of a scholarship. My three-year stint in the Army, while often dangerous during the war, was ultimately rewarding. I had gathered enough money to attend UNLV and was already late getting there. The school had graciously made an exception for me since I couldn't get out of the Army until the end of August. I planned to drive all weekend in order to be there by Monday morning. 

Suddenly as the storm worsened, I realized that I was in the middle of nowhere and questioned my rash decision to continue driving. I swerved on the road, fighting for control of the Jeep. Fortunately, the road was flat and straight or I would have surely run into a ditch. My bravado quickly vanished as I strained to see past the hood of the Jeep. The storm now scared me and I was about to pull off the road when I saw a speck of light ahead. I was hoping I had found civilization. As I drew closer, I could see that it was but a sign for a small roadside caf‚/diner. It seemed to appear out of nowhere. With great relief I pulled into the almost empty parking lot, wondering if the restaurant was open. But it was Saturday night and the lights were on.

I opened the door of my Jeep and jumped out and into a puddle of water, almost to my ankles. By the time I rushed up the steps and into the caf‚, my hair and clothes were soaked. My Army green tee shirt was plastered to my chest. My jeans were wet and dripping water onto the floor around me. 

"My, my, look what the cat drug in," I heard from behind the counter and then a laugh.

I saw a pretty woman, who looked to be in her mid-thirties, with short blonde hair, leaning on the counter. She had a friendly, if sardonic, expression on her face. Her blue eyes sparkled and her face lit up with her smile. I figured I might be the first customer she had seen all week.

"It's raining buckets out there. Are you open?" I asked stupidly. 

"Everyday but Sunday. Would be then too except folks go to church on Sunday mornings around here."

I ran my hands across my still short military hair, pushing the water to the back and down my neck. I shook my hands, flinging more water onto the floor.

"Here, this should help."

Suddenly, the pretty woman was standing in front of me with a clean dishtowel in her hand. 

"It's all I have in the restaurant." 

"Thanks," I said, gratefully taking the towel and wiping my head and face, then my hands. "Sorry to get your floor wet."

"No problem, the linoleum can be mopped up."

The pretty woman's eyes sized me up and down before she said with a laugh, "You look like a drowned rat. Have a seat and I'll get you a cup of coffee."

"Thanks," I said and stared after her, watching the sway of her hips. She was wearing a white waitress uniform that hugged her trim waist and hips, showing the faint hint of her panty line. I shook my head clear and sat down at a booth overlooking the parking lot. The rain continued to pour down relentlessly, covering the parking lot with several inches of water.

"Rains a lot like that around here in late summer," the waitress said as she sat a steaming cup of coffee in front of me.

"Never seen anything like it." Thunder shook the windows and a bolt of lightning lit up the sky. The lights flash and threatened to go out. I looked up apprehensively.

"We have a generator out back if the lights go out." 

"Good," I said as I glanced around the diner. There wasn't anything fancy about the place but it seemed to have warmth to it. There was a long counter with padded stools running the length of the room. Then there were ten or so plastic and metal booths next to the windows. It appeared that someone had taken great care to make the place look like something out of the 50's. There was even an old jukebox at the end of the room. Maybe the place had been around since the 50's, I thought.

"All original d‚cor," the pretty waitress said, answering my unasked question. "The diner's been in my family for several generations."

"Very nice," I answered. I looked out the window again as the wind blew harder.

"The weather service has a tornado warning out. I have to keep the radio on," the waitress said, nodding toward a radio playing in the background.

"Heard about tornadoes, but I've never seen one."

The waitress laughed and said, "And you don't want to either."

"What do we do if there is one?" I asked, with a worried look on my face.

"We'll be okay. We have a storm cellar."

I almost sighed with relief. 

"Can I get you something to eat?"

I saw her name badge for the first time. "Stacey" was on a gold plate pinned to her uniform. I also noticed for the first time that she was well endowed. I found myself staring at the opening of her uniform where I could see a hint of the soft swells of her breasts. When I made eye contact, I knew she had seen me staring. However, her smile didn't change. 

"Uh... what?" I asked.

"Do you want something to eat? I was planning on sending our cook home, but she can rustle up something for you. We're not exactly packed tonight."

"Thank you Stacey. Anything would be great. I haven't eaten since this morning." 

"Meat loaf and mashed potatoes... our specialty, coming right up." She turned away.

"I'm Rory James," I said.

The waitress stopped and turned back to me with a smile. "Roy?"

"No, Rory."

"That's an interesting name." 

"My mom wanted something different."

"I love it." She held out her hand and stepped back toward me. "Pleased to meet you Rory James. I'm Stacey Allen."

I took her soft hand in mine and squeezed it. A sudden and unexpected shock went through me. Maybe it was static electricity from the storm. I could see that Stacey had felt it too. We paused, looking at each other.

"I need my hand back if I am going to put in your order."

My face turned red and I quickly let go of her hand. "Sorry."

"You're cute," she said and went behind the counter. 

I quickly sipped my coffee to hide my blush. 

Stacey yelled through the opening into the kitchen, "Macy, need an order for meatloaf and mashed potatoes before you go please." 

I continued to watch the rain for a few minutes until a soft hand sat a plate of steaming food in front of me. I looked up and saw Stacey smiling at me again. "Thank you," I said, suddenly famished. With military precision I dug into the food. 

"Mind if I join you?" she asked.

"Mmmmm, no," I mumbled with a mouth full of food and gesturing with the fork for her to sit across from me. Military life hadn't exactly helped my manners... at least not at the dinner table. 

Stacey sat down with a cup of coffee and watched me eat.

I engulfed the delicious food. A few minutes later the plate was empty.

"My, but you were hungry," Stacey said in astonishment.

"Sorry," I answered sheepishly. "That was delicious," I added.

"Macy is a great cook, even if it pains me to say so." A wry smile crossed her face. "Old coot," she whispered in a conspiratorial tone.

I smiled. 

"So what brings you out in this no-man's land?"

I wiped my mouth and took a quick drink of coffee. "Headed for college... UNLV."

"Nevada... that's wonderful. You a gambler?"

"No, not really. Played a little poker in Iraq to pass the time, but I never liked to gamble."

"What are you going to major in, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Not at all. I was thinking of business... finance."

"I always wanted to go to college," Stacey said wistfully as she looked out the window.

I saw something in her eyes. It was almost sad. Maybe a dream lost.

I smiled and said, "Maybe you could just quit this job and run off to Nevada with me." It was supposed to be funny, but I quickly realized that it missed the mark.

Stacey didn't smile. "Can't very well quit. I own this place and my husband and I run it." She looked around the room with a sad expression.

I hadn't seen a ring. "Oh, you're married."

"For fifteen years. Can't wear a ring around the kitchen... had an employee lose a finger once."

"Didn't know it was that dangerous working in a diner," I said with a smile. "Any children?" I asked. I saw another sad look cross her pretty face. I knew that I had hit a nerve and wanted to take my question back. Suddenly I was afraid that she was going to leave. I was enjoying her company.

It took a moment for her to answer. It appeared that she was holding back tears.

"No, not yet." Then she quickly changed the subject. "Want some more meatloaf?"

My smile returned. "Please."

Macy was coming out of the kitchen taking off her apron. "Macy, you got any meatloaf left?" The older woman looked at me and said, "Got a hungry one here, huh?" She smiled and I saw a few missing teeth. "You ain't from around here are you?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Too cute to be from these parts."

For a moment I thought that she was going to come over and pat me on the head.

"Stop Macy, you'll make him blush. Besides, he's mine."

Another smile crossed the old woman's face. She winked at me. "I think there's a little left," she said. "Well, you two have fun. I'm going home and gettin in my storm cellar before this storm carries me to Kansas or some other foreign place. Goodnight."

"Follow the yellow brick road," Stacey said.

"Huh?" Macy said with a look of confusion. 

Stacey shook her head. "Goodnight Macy. See you Monday morning."

With that, the old woman went out the door. I saw her hurrying to her car with her pocketbook over her head as if that would keep her dry. When she pulled out of the lot, it appeared that only Stacey's car and my Jeep remained. 

Stacey came back a few minutes later with another plate of food. She sat it down in front of me and took her seat again. 

"Thank you," I said. I looked at her as she leaned on the table with her arms folded, pushing her breasts upward. I felt a little chill go through me. A button on her uniform had come undone and I could see a large expanse of her breasts and the frilly bra holding them up. I gulped and turned my head down to my plate, wondering if the button had slipped open or if she had undone it. 

"So you grew up in the east? A city boy huh?"

I looked at her and tried to keep my eyes on her face. It was next to impossible. Within seconds I could see that her nipples were hard and poking through the uniform. "Yes, a city boy from Philadelphia," I said.

Stacey reached over and patted my hand gently. 

I almost trembled at the soft touch of her hand.

"We don't hold grudges against city slickers," she said and smiled.

I returned her smile and said, "Good." 

We talked for a long time. I told her more than I usually reveal about myself. She seemed to have the knack for getting it out of me. Besides that, she seemed almost desperate for news from the outside world. I guess they didn't have a national newspaper or CNN. 

"How about a piece of pie?" Stacey offered when we took a break from the conversation. 

"Thanks, but I have to get going." 

"Oh no you're not. There's no way you can drive in this storm. You don't know how lucky you were to find this place. You'll have to stay here until it's over."

"I have to get to the University by Monday morning," I almost whined.

"If you go out in this, you won't get there at all. I'm sure the college will be there when you get to Las Vegas."

"But you have to close and get home to your husband," I protested weakly, secretly delighted that I could stay a little longer.

"My husband is out of town and I often sleep here when he isn't home. There's no hurry to close," she said as she retrieved a large piece of apple pie and brought it over to me. 

I engulfed it and sat back, feeling like a pig. "You're pretty," I said.

It was Stacey's turn to blush. "Would you like me to put the jukebox on?"

"That would be nice. How long do you suppose the storm will last?"

"Hard to tell. They can come and go quickly or last for days. The worst part should be over by morning."

"Morning!" I almost screamed.

"I can get you some blankets and a pillow. You can curl up in one of the booths."

I groaned. Still, I had slept in worse places. "I'm sorry. I really appreciate your hospitality... it's just that... that... oh shit, the school was so nice is making an exception for me."

"Don't worry, they won't kick you out if you are a few hours late."

"I guess you're right."

Stacey went over to the jukebox and put several quarters into the slot. The first song that came on was 'The Righteous Brothers' "Unchained Melody".

"Dance with me," she said, holding out her hand.

I looked at her with surprise.

"Come on," she encouraged.

I stood up nervously. "I haven't danced since my senior prom."

"That must have been... oh five years ago?" she guessed.

"Yes, about," I answered suddenly embarrassed to be only twenty-three.

"At least you've danced. I can't ever get my husband to dance."

Suddenly I was in her arms, surrounded by a sweet perfume that I hadn't noticed before. It had been a long time since I had held a woman like this. Stacey felt good in my arms. Her perfume and warm body against mine made my head spin. Unfortunately, it only took a few seconds for my excitement to show. I tried to pull my hips back, but Stacey's followed.

She obviously felt my predicament and looked into my eyes with what I could only describe as a naughty smile. 

"Been a while huh?" she stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

My face turned three shades of red. "I... I'm sorry." I tried to pull away again.

Stacey pulled me back to her and placed her head on my shoulder. "No need to be sorry," she whispered. "It's been a long time since I created a reaction like that in a man."

I started to say that she probably created it in every man that visited the restaurant, but words failed me. We danced around the floor, careful to avoid the barstools and the booths. I finally relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of her soft body pressed to mine. Before we knew it, we had danced to all the songs that she had played with her quarters. When the music stopped, we kept moving. 

After a long while, Stacey pulled away and looked into my eyes. "It gets really lonely here sometimes."

I barely heard her words. Like a magnet my lips were drawn to hers. A charge of electricity was set off in the room that matched the lightning outside. I felt the pretty woman melt into my arms. I squeezed her tight, my tongue searching her mouth. I heard her moan and felt her hips pressing forward. My cock was as hard as it had been when we first started dancing.

When my hand reached between us to grasp her breast, she stopped me. I thought that it was over, but was surprised when she smiled and began to slip down my body. I watched with eyes wide as she went to her knees. I saw her fingers trembling as she began to unsnap my jeans. 

"I don't do this to every stranger that comes in here," she said as if she had read my mind.

"Uh... no... uh... I'm sure..." I stuttered as I watched her pull my zipper down. A second later her hand slipped into the opening. Her fingers searched for my cock. Another moan escaped my lips when I felt her warm hand wrap around me. It took a minute for her to negotiate the hard shaft out of my underwear and into the open. 

"Oh my," she gasped. Her eyes opened wide as she stared at my rampant erection, just inches from her face. The swollen head had a bubble of clear juice on it, which she licked off with a flick of her tongue. Her eyes closed it pleasure.

My legs trembled.

She held my cock in her hand and pumped it with her fist. More juice streamed out and she licked it up, groaning deep in her throat.

Everything seemed surreal. I couldn't believe that I was standing in the middle of the diner, in front of open windows, with this gorgeous woman about to suck my cock. She could see the shock on my face.

"Don't worry; nobody is out in this storm."

I looked outside and saw the rain still coming down hard. I was beginning to like the rain. "Ahhhh!!!" I gasped as I felt Stacey's mouth cover the swollen head of my cock. I reached out instinctively and grabbed her head. I head her moan deep in her throat again.

It had been a while since I had had sex and the excitement of the moment consumed me. I threw my head back and looked up at the ceiling, trying to think of baseball, my friends still overseas, anything to avoid climaxing so soon. My hips began to push forward, forcing the shaft deep into her throat. I moaned and looked down to see that she had taken my entire cock into her throat. I began to tremble all over.

Stacey grabbed my hips and pulled me tightly to her, my balls touching her chin. Then she pulled back, allowing most of my shaft to slip out. She took it deep again.

I felt the large head of my cock reach the breach of her throat and pause each time before slipping in. Her throat muscles worked on the head like a warm glove milking me. My breath was coming in gasps when she let me slip out again. Her hand wrapped around my now wet cock and began to pump it. Her soft lips sucked the swollen head. I hissed through clenched teeth, "God, if you keep that up, I'm going to cum."

I heard another moan and her hand began to move faster. My legs trembled and threatened to give out. I could feel the cum building in my balls. My head began to spin as my hips pushed forward. I froze. A wave of incredible pleasure rushed over me. With a loud moan, juice began to squirt from the head of my cock like a fire hose. 




Every Time It Rains



Stacey moaned but didn't stop pumping my shaft. She tightened her lips around the crown of my cock and sucked hard, pulling my juice into her mouth. Every drop of cum was drained from me in a few seconds. 

When I finally opened my eyes and looked down, I saw her pretty blue eyes staring up at me. Her cheeks were puffed out with my sperm. She pulled her lips away, making a smacking sound. Then, with amazement, I watched as she swallowed, once, twice and then again. She closed her eyes and licked her wet lips.

A second later she was in my arms kissing me. I moaned as I tasted the flavor of my cum in her mouth. 

Finally the now trembling woman pulled away and whispered, "The storm seems to be getting worse. I think we should go into the storm cellar now." With that she walked over to the door and turned the "Open" sign to "Closed". Then she took my hand and led me through the kitchen to the storm cellar.

My heart was pounding in my chest and excitement was growing again. I followed her down the wooden steps. There was one bare light bulb hanging from the stairwell ceiling. At the bottom, Stacey pushed open the thick wooden door and flipped on a light switch. We entered a small room. Inside was a double bed in one corner with a dresser next to it. A single lamp, sitting on the dresser, lit the room with a dim glow. There was an opened door to one side that appeared to lead to a bathroom. A small table sat in the center of the room with a couple of wooden chairs. Along the walls was stored various foods and other supplies on shelving. 

"It isn't much," Stacey whispered as she turned to me.

I looked at the shadowy glow of her face and smiled. "It's much better than some of the places I've lived in." With that, I brought my lips to hers. We both moaned. I reached between us and began to fumble with the buttons of her uniform. Stacey broke the kiss and brushed my hands away. With a look of lust in her eyes, she quickly unbuttoned her uniform. When the front buttons were opened, I pushed the starchy white dress from her shoulders and let it drop at her ankles. Then I pushed her back to look at her.

"Wow," I gasped as I stared at her nearly naked form. She had on a lacy white bra that barely held her substantial breasts. I could see her hard nipples poking through the material and the dark circles of her areolas. Her panties matched the bra, allowing me to see a slight bulge of hair between her legs, with a few stray blonde hairs escaping from the elastic. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close again as I searched for the catch to her bra.

A moment later I had her bare breasts pressed to my chest. I searched for her mouth again, our tongues dueling now. We were almost frantic. I felt her reaching for my tee shirt and I let her pull it up and over my head, forcing me to pull my lips reluctantly from hers. We both moaned when our now hot bodies touched again. I could feel her nipples almost burning into my chest. Her thighs pressed against mine. 

We kissed passionately for a long time, squirming against each other as my hands squeezed her firm ass cheeks. Finally, I pulled away and reached down to lift her into my arms. I carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. My eyes scanned down her body before my hand reached for her now heaving breasts. I squeezed one, pinching the nipple and listened to her gasp. Slowly I bent my head to take the hard nub into my mouth.

"Oh God," Stacey whispered as her hand caressed the back of my head.

I sucked her breasts until she was writhing with excitement. Then I began to slowly kiss down one large orb until I reached her stomach. My hands continued to caress her breasts as my mouth moved lower. When my lips reached her panties, I pulled back and reached for the waistband. Stacey's eyes were smoldering with lust as she lifted her hips and allowed me to pull the slip of material from her legs. My eyes focused between her legs. I pulled her thighs open and almost gasped. Her inner lips were incredibly swollen and very wet. I could see the sparkle of her juice on her silky blonde pussy hair. I bent my head between her legs.

"What are you doing?" she said in a trembling voice.

"I'm going to eat your pussy," I said, thinking she wanted to hear me say it.

"Oh God," she gasped. "Bill never... never... oh Jesus," she whispered as she spread her legs wide open for me.

I lifted one thigh and kissed slowly down the soft skin, working my way toward her center. I licked and gently bit her flesh as I moved ever closer to her pussy. I could smell the sweet fragrance of her excitement. "Do you want me to eat you?" I whispered and looked up at her.

"I've never... we never... oh God, yes," she gasped.

I pushed her thighs far apart and moved my mouth closer to her sex. When I was only an inch away, I stopped. I used my fingers to open her outer lips, exposing the soft flesh between. I blew warm air onto her quivering lips and she gasped. Then I gently flicked my tongue against the soft skin protecting her clit. Another gasp escaped her... louder this time. I delicately forced the skin at the top of her pussy open until her swollen clit was revealed. It was shiny, smooth and pulsing with excitement. With an animal-like moan I dove in.

"Ahhhhhheeeeee!!!" Stacey gasped as my mouth found her clit and sucked it inside.

Within seconds I was lost in the sweet task of eating her. I loved to eat pussy... almost more than fucking. With sucking mouth and nibbling teeth I worked on her tender flesh until she was squirming wildly on the bed. 

"Oh Rory... oh God," Stacey screamed as she pulled my hair with her fingers. Her thighs wrapped around my head, almost smothering me in the process. I took gasps of breath and continued to eat her. My tongue went wild, delving into her hole, searching for her juices. Her hips began to buck up at my face as I held her thighs.

"Ohhhhhh!!! God, I'm going to... to cummmmmmm!!!" she screamed.

I moved my mouth upward to cover her clit again. I sucked.

"Ahhhhhh," she screamed as her body went into convulsions. 

I held on as she twisted and jerked on the bed under me. I fought to keep my mouth on her clit as her hips moved wildly. Tremor after tremor rushed through her and she gasped for breath. When one climax ended, another started. On and on they went until I finally felt her begin to relax. But then, I renewed my efforts. Within seconds she was climaxing again. Over and over she climaxed as my mouth and tongue searched for every groove of her pulsing pussy. 

I was lost in my own world when I felt Stacey pushing on my shoulders. When I looked up, I saw her exhausted face looking back at me. I pulled back and wiped the juice that was streaming down my chin with the back of my hand. "Had enough?" I said and saw her nod her head and close her eyes. "Gee, I was just getting started."

"I... I want your cock," she whispered breathlessly.

I stood up and pulled my shoes and socks off. Then I unsnapped my jeans and striped them and my underwear off at the same time. Now I was standing with my cock throbbing between my legs. A long string of juice hung from the head in visual testimony to my incredible excitement. 

"Fuck me please," she gasped, holding her arms out to me.

"Uh... wait, I think I have a condom in..."

"No," she said quickly, interrupting me. "Fuck me now."

I shrugged my shoulders and crawled between her legs again. I got onto my knees and leaned back on my calves. Then I positioned her thighs across mine, pulling her closer. When her pussy was inches away, I wrapped my hand around my cock and aimed it at her wet hole. I could see her hole opening and closing in anticipation. She trembled as soon as the head touched her. Slowly I moved closer, pushing the head just inside. 

"Mmmmmm," she moaned when the crown slipped into her. Her hips jerked and her hands reached for my hips in an attempt to pull me closer. 

I resisted, enjoying the feeling of her tight hole caressing the sensitive skin of my cock head. Since I had cum in her mouth a few minutes earlier, I knew that I could last longer this time. I teased her, moving just slightly forward and then back again.

"Please Rory... please, please!"

"Please what?" I teased

"Please... please fuck me!!!" she hissed.

With a grimace of pleasure, I moved forward, slipping my cock slowly into her. I paused halfway... teasing her. 

Her eyes opened. "Please," she pleaded.

I moved forward, slipping deeper until I hit bottom. At the same time, I moved over her until my hands were on either side of her shoulders. I looked down at her pretty face. "Is that better?" I whispered.

"Yes... yes," she gasped.

I kissed her passionately, my tongue moving into her mouth quickly. She sucked it.

At the same time, my hips pulled back and then thrust forward again. 

Her hips lifted up to me, taking every inch into her body. I did it again and again until we developed a rhythm. As I moved down, her hips came up. Gradually the speed increased until the room was filled with the slapping sound of our sex organs and our moans of pleasure. 

Stacey wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. Her breath hissed in my ear as she moaned. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me. Oh God, it's been so long."

I worked in and out of her with powerful strokes. 

"I'm... I'm going to cum," she gasped.

"Cum for me. Cum again for me," I answered. 

"Yes... ahhhhhheeeee!!!" she screamed as she began to climax again. 

I could feel her pussy pulsing around my cock as the shock waves rushed through her. Her body bucked and twisted under me. I held on. When I felt her settling down, I fucked her harder, bringing her to a peak again and again. The inside of her warm cavern throbbed around my cock, milking me. Eventually, it was too much for me and I felt my climax building. Should I cum inside her? I thought. I knew that she had been trying to have children and might not be on birth control. I decided to warn her. "Stacey, I'm going to cum," I whispered.

Without hesitation she responded, "Yes, yes, cum in meeeeee!!!" With that she began to climax again. 

That took me over the top. "Oh God," I gasped as I felt my balls swell. My hips moved up and down in a blur. "Ahhhhhhh!!! I cried and felt my juice begin to hurtle up my shaft. I pushed as deeply as I could and froze. The swollen head of my cock grew larger as my juice began to squirt deep inside her warm and welcoming hole. The pulsing seemed to go on for a very long time, filling her hole with my potent cream. Finally when the last drop was inside her I gasped one last time and collapsed beside her.

It took some time before we could catch our breath. I pulled her to me and she snuggled into my arm. "God, that was amazing," I whispered.

"It was for me too," she said. "I've never cum that much in one session in my life. Thank you."

I felt my face flush. I wasn't used to being thanked for sex. Besides, it was me that should have been thanking her. "I should be thanking you," I said. "You saved my life," I said, just a little facetiously.

Stacey laughed quietly and snuggled deeper into my arm. When we had recovered Stacey began to talk. She told me about her life at the diner and her lost opportunities to leave this place. Now she had resolved that she was going to stay here... probably forever. I was sad for her, but didn't say anything. I told her more about my childhood and joining the Army. We talked for a long time, pausing occasionally to listen to the storm raging outside. It sounded far away. I felt safe, warm and incredibly content.

After a while, I felt Stacey's hand reach between my legs to grasp my soft cock. 

"I want to suck it again," she giggled. Without waiting for an answer, she kissed down my chest and across my stomach. She lifted my still wet cock and brought it to her mouth. "Mmmmm," she moaned as she began to suck. Within seconds I was hard again. 

Stacey looked up at me and said, "I want it again." With that she moved up and straddled my waist. She grasped my cock and brought the swollen head to her already wet hole. There was no hesitation as she slipped the shaft all the way into her in one movement. A second later she was sitting on my thighs with my cock buried deep inside. 

I reached for her hips and pushed upward and then pulled her back down. Both of us gasped. Slowly the movement began to speed up until she was bouncing with abandon on top of me. I watched her pretty face as she gasped in pleasure. Suddenly she threw her head back and let out a moan. Her body froze and then began to shake as another orgasm rushed through her. 

This time I lasted a long time, enjoying her cries of pleasure as she climaxed several more times. Finally I pulled her hips tight to me and shot my cum deep into her for the second time. 

Sometime early in the morning I awakened. For a moment I was disoriented, wondering where I was. I heard the storm outside. Then I realized that I was in bed with a gorgeous woman. A broad smile crossed my face. She was lying on her side and I was snuggled up behind her. Incredibly I felt myself getting hard again. With a gentle movement I positioned myself so that I could slip into her pussy again. I heard a moan, but I wasn't sure if I had awakened her. When I began to move, I felt her press back into me. I kissed her soft neck and wrapped my hand around her until I could grasp her breast. Just like that we were making love again.

We spent most of the morning in bed, making sweet love. When we finally pulled apart, we needed a shower. Her hair was a mess and her body showed the obvious signs of a night of torrid lovemaking. Still, she looked beautiful. 

We showered together and then went upstairs to find that the sun was threatening to break through the clouds. The storm was over. Stacey fixed us a late breakfast and we sat in a booth and ate silently. When we were done, I looked at the pretty woman and saw a tear in her eye. She reached over and grasped my hand. 

I didn't know what to say. We both knew that I had to go... and that I would probably never be back again. I kissed her one last time as we stood in the parking lot. The goodbye was tearful and heart wrenching. I drove away and I watched her wave from the steps of the diner.

It had been a wonderful few hours. Yes, I had had sex before, but nothing compared to what Stacey and I had shared... we had made love. As I gazed across the plains, through the mist of my own tears, I saw a beautiful rainbow appear. The sparkling red's, blue's and oranges seemed to go on forever. I looked back one last time and saw that one end of the rainbow seemed to end at the diner. 

I knew that I would never look at rain quite the same way again. 

I did make it back to that diner, about six years later. I was a traveling salesman for my company and had to pass on my way to Kansas City. When I stepped out of the car, it was 1992 all over again. I looked around and saw the wheat fields blowing in the late summer breeze and large white puffy clouds on the horizon. I knew now that those clouds could change in an instant. I almost wished that they would.

The diner looked like it hadn't changed one bit. I shook my head to clear the memories and walked up the steps. I was surprised to find the place relatively crowded. Behind the counter was a heavy-set woman with a white uniform on. My heart sank. I sat at a stool and ordered coffee. When the waitress brought it over I asked, "Does Stacey Allen still run this place?" 

"Yes sir she does. Her and her husband."

My face lit up. "Is she around?"

"Not yet. But she should be here directly."

"Thanks," I said and felt my heart beating faster. 

About ten minutes later I saw a beautiful woman come into the diner. It was Stacey and she looked as pretty as ever and not a day older. Her face was bright and her eyes still sparkled. I didn't say anything as she ushered a small boy into the diner and behind the counter. When she turned, I saw a perplexing look on her face. Suddenly her expression changed. "Rory?"

I smiled. "Hi Stacey."

"God," she gasped and hurried around the counter and almost jumped into my arms. Several of the patrons looked up briefly to see what the fuss was about, but quickly went back to their conversations.

"Lord, it's been six years," she said.

"I know. But you haven't changed a bit."

She smiled sweetly. "Thank you," she answered and blushed prettily. Then she looked at me with a strange expression. Just then the boy came running from behind the counter with a toy six-gun in his hand. Stacey grabbed him as he went by. "Rory, I want you to meet Rory Allen," she said, holding the boy by his shoulders in front of her."

"His name is R..." I started to say and stopped. My mouth dropped open as I looked at the little boy. He looked like me at that age. My eyes quickly moved up to Stacey's. My mouth opened but nothing came out. Then I saw it in her eyes. 

"Yes, I've always liked the name Rory. Very handsome young man... don't you think?" she said proudly. 

"Uh... yes, yes he is," I stuttered.

"Mildred, can you watch Rory for a few minutes?"

"Sure." 

Stacey led me to the back of the diner and sat in a booth across from me. We were silent for a few minutes. Finally she said, "You're not mad at me are you? You know... because of Rory."

"Uh... no... I guess not."

Stacey twisted a napkin in her hands and then looked up. "I never thought I would see you again."

"Me either."

"It's been six years and I didn't even know where you were. I thought about writing you a letter at the University a thousand times, but I wasn't sure how you would feel."

I looked into her eyes and saw tears forming. 

"I didn't plan it," she whispered. "Rory is five years and three months old."

I did the math. "I don't know what to say."

"I'm as happy as I have ever been in my life."

I heard her words and looked at her face. Then a smile came to my face. "I'm glad. I can see it in your face."

We talked for a while before she called her son over. He sat in the booth next to his mother and looked at me.

"How did you get my name?" he asked innocently.

"Well, your Mom and I met a few years ago and she liked my name. So she named you Rory."

"Oh," the young boy said.

"It looks like the place is getting busy again," Stacey said. "Would you mind watching Rory for a few minutes while I help Mildred wait on some customers?"

"Uh... no, not at all," I answered. "If it's okay with Rory."

"Sure, we can go out back," the bubbly boy said with a wide smile. "We have a swing set."

"Okay," I said and let the little blonde-headed boy lead me out the back door.

Rory and I played for a long time. I pushed him on the swings and actually slid down the sliding board with him. Just at the moment I came flying off the end of the board and onto my butt, Stacey came outside. I heard her sweet laugh.

I looked up sheepishly and got up to dust off my clothes. "Quite a rambunctious lad you have there."

"He is. He's the love of my life."

We fell into an uncomfortable silence. Finally I said, "Well, I guess I had better get going. I still have a long way to go." I saw a sad look come over Stacey's face.

"Rory, why don't you go in and ask Mildred to get you an ice cream."

The little boy's eyes lit up. "Before dinner?"

"Yes, but just this once."

"Oh goody," he screamed and started to run off.

"Rory, say goodbye to Mr. James."

Rory turned around and reached out his little hand. "Goodbye Mr. James. And, thanks for playing with me."

"It was my pleasure Rory," I said and squatted down to his level.

Suddenly he threw his arms around me and gave me a hug. Then he turned and ran back into the diner.

I stood back up and watched him disappear. "Well, I have to get going," I said again and looked at Stacey. She had tears streaming down her cheeks.




Every Time It Rains



"Will you write to me?" she asked.

"I'd love to."

Stacey looked at the back door of the diner and then stepped close to me. A second later we were kissing. It lasted only a few seconds, but to this day I can still feel her lips on mine. I receive letters from Stacey regularly with pictures of her and Rory. He is growing into quite a young man and she is as pretty as ever. She seems very happy. I am married and have two children myself and am very happy as well. Still, every time it rains, I go back to a stormy night in 1992 and wonder what might have been.



Every Time You Go Away



It was 5 o'clock when the plane landed at the airport. I was a couple of hours early as the seminar scheduled for the afternoon had been cancelled. I longed for a good bath and I therefore took a taxi and proceeded straight away to the hotel. A few moments later I was clean and refreshed, and came down to the lobby to wait for my friend Shekhar with whom I was going to spend the week- end. Shekhar and I had grown up together until I left for my studies a couple of years back and now he had invited me to his place to spend the week-end and catch up on the past. 

I was still some thirty minutes early and decided to order something from the bar. A few couples were dancing closely on the floor. As I looked for an empty table I noticed a particularly attractive woman sitting alone. She looked divine in her red sleeveless dress and I could not help thinking this must be the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my whole life. 

I must have been staring at her because she glanced over at me quickly and then looked away. Moving closer to her table, I asked her whether the seat next to her was vacant. She smiled uncomfortably and removed her bag from my side of the table. "Can I buy you a cup of coffee? " I said as I lowered myself to the seat facing her. 

She shook her head politely. "How about a glass of coke? Glass of milk? ...Water?" 

"No " she smiled, daring to talk directly to me at last. 

"I guess it's also, no you don't come here often, no we haven't met before, no you don't often watch movies. What else do I say to break the ice?" I asked. 

"Thanks but better not, I am a married woman." she said and immediately avoided my eyes by looking out to the lobby. "Well, that's disappointing. I was just getting to know you," I said, following the direction of her eyes. "You could dance with me, though. It's an invitation. I hate dancing alone." 

"My husband will be here anytime now," she quickly said. 

"Well, I give him till the next song to show up, else you are mine for the dance." I replied. 

A faint blush appeared on her face and I saw that she was now looking directly at me. She was quiet, just studying my face until the silence between us became a conversation. Still looking into her eyes, I stood up and took her hand in mind and lead her to the floor. As we started dancing she deliberately left a distance between us. I imagined her fingers trembling as she held to my back. 

I couldn't help but notice how incredible she smelled. I realized I wanted to hear her talk." Now you must tell me about you. What is your name? "I said. 

"You'll have to settle for the dance," she replied. 

"If I ask you something will you answer me honestly?" I asked. 

She raised her face and stared straight at me. "I was just wondering why anyone would leave his beautiful wife alone in a foreign place?" I said. 

"Did you ask me to dance to talk about my husband?" she answered. 

"No, I can think of a hundred more flattering things. You have a very lovely voice." I said. 

She smiled, appreciative of the compliment, but a little uneasy. "Thank you very much," she said. 

"Of course, I would expect such a lovely voice from such a lovely woman." I added. 

She didn't smile this time. "Well, " she brought her hand to her neck, subtly displaying her wedding ring, "I certainly am flattered by such praise." 

With the music playing in the background and the romantic lighting of the lobby I was completely drawn to this woman. I couldn't help but think how incredibly sexy she was, and found myself wondering what kind of lover she was. "Are you married?" she asked after some time. 

"No." I answered. 

"Well, some of these women are single. Who knows?" she said encouragingly. 

"Oh, it is my intent to get to know one of them." I said assuredly. My candour caught her a little off guard. Most men didn't make such bold statements to people they just met, especially not to a woman. 

"Oh really?' she replied with a smile. "Do you know which one?" 

"Oh yes. The most beautiful one." Our eyes locked. "You." 

She turned away from me. "I'm sorry. I wish you weren't married " 

I didn't mean anything- a turn of phrase with nothing implied, but I was pleased that she let it stand uncorrected. It was only a moment but I took in it the furtive pleasure of conspiracy. 

I was realizing that this woman was very different. I had to admit to myself that I found the idea of coveting what belonged to someone else turned me on. "Why don't you hold me closer?" I said as we kept dancing. 

"I...just don't want to attract attention us" she said shyly. 

"You won't. Everybody else is doing that," I told her. 

"I don't want you to think..."she started. 

"Shh." I placed my finger to her delicate lips. 

Finally she allowed herself to brought closer, close enough to keep eye contact. I could now travel my hand caressingly over her tender waist. I could feel her every breath. I could smell her skin. "Are you scared I make a pass at you?" I said looking her in the eyes. 

She looked into my eyes, "When did I say that?" 

"You don't have to say it, it shows. A man senses these things," I told her. 

She did not move. I could feel her warmth in front of me, our faces almost touching. We danced quietly for some time. "You don't like the music, do you?" I asked her. 

"I love the music. I just don't like your stare. They are so intense. I can't bear it. You watch me all the time" she replied. 

"I am afraid you are to blame. Do you realize just how truly beautiful you are? How inspiring you are? I thought you were the most exquisite woman from the moment I saw you. I didn't think you could be any more beautiful. When I see you in that dress, I realize there's no capturing your beauty in a moment. I could stand here all my life to see you in this dress." I whispered in her ears. 

"Do you say that about every woman you see?" she smiled, her eyes sparkling like stars. 

"Only when she makes me want to." I took her hand softly. 

"I believe in recognizing beauty. In appreciating it." I lightly rubbed my thumb across her hand. Now she was uncomfortable. She could sense I desired her, but she didn't want to be rude. She seemed to struggle for something, a reply, but couldn't think straight. 

My arms around her waist, pulling her gorgeous body tight to me was sensual and I loved how I felt. As we danced together I realized I wanted this woman. Slowly I tightened my arms around her waist as I pulled her closer to me. Her breasts were now gently pressing into my chest, and her thighs were pressing hard against me. I felt her nipples harden. To her that would not be acceptable, but for some reason tonight I didn't care. It seemed to me that I had no control at all at this point. 

"Looks like a nice group of people," she finally said in between her breaths. 

My fingers were sliding over his soft skin as I said "A friendly group of men and women and one very lovely woman." I said looking straight at her. She seemed embarrassed. 

"Why should I pretend I'm thinking of anything else? All I am really trying to figure out is how I can go about to steal a kiss from you." I heard myself say. 

She did not turn to look at me, as if nothing had been said, but the longer she was silent, the more real the words seemed to hang in the air between us. For an instant I thought I had frightened her, but I kept staring at face without apology, determined to play my way through. I stared at her, unable to read any expression on her face, not sure what I had done. I realized we had stopped breathing. There seemed to be no movement around, no music in the room. 

" We must get back to our seats now" she at last said. 

"Are you trying to change the subject?" I immediately told her. 

"It isn't that." She managed to answer. 

"Then why don't you allow me to kiss you?" I said. 

"We can't. ...Let us have something at the bar " she said in a breathless voice, before she started walking away. 

As we passed in front of the elevators I pulled her to me, unconsciously pinning her back against the door, and stared at her for a moment, my face close to hers, as if the distance would lower the sound of our voices. "You are lovely," I said, moving my eyes over her face. 

Finally she leaned back against the building and let me come closer. I leaned forward and moved her arms down to her side, and when she stood there, unresisting, I kissed her, gently pressing her against the wall, tasting her. "Don't," she said, but not moving away, letting me kiss her again. 

"Why not?" I said, my words like kisses of breath now as I moved against the hollow of her neck. 

"No good will come of it," she said, a catchphrase to ward off a spell. 

"Yes it will," I said, still kissing her neck. 

"No." Then she opened her mouth to me, kissing me back, moving her tongue with mine, her arms now behind me, pulling me closer. 

But I wasn't listening; the words were a kind of chant, just a rhythm. Instead I kissed her harder, pulling her body next to me so that she could feel me. I could feel her own excitement as she twisted against me. I touched her hair as I stroked her, and shivering, she moved her face into my hand, bending her neck, calmer. 

"Let us go to my room." I said in her ears. 

She hesitated. " I'll let you leave if you want to." I told her. 

We entered the elevators and headed straight to my room. Closing the door behind us, I stood behind her and kissed her hair running my palm on her naked arm. She turned around and placed her hand along my cheek. "You are not fair," she said, drawing me closer. "There is nothing fair about you," she kissed me. "You are dangerous," she said, kissing me again, lightly, as if she was drawing a breath between words, "and you are tempting" 

"Tell me your name, " I said, kissing her back. I kissed her hard then,pinning her against the door, my hands behind her, drawing her closer. I could feel the heat of her skin though the silk, as my hand moved down her back, pulling her toward me so that our bodies ground together. Then her dress opened and I moved my hands inside, feeling the skin itself hot, alive to my touch. She held the back of my head, her mouth everywhere on my face. 

"Come to bed" I whispered. 

"No," she was gulping air "Not there" 

My hand rounded her, moving toward the back of her thigh, she brought her leg up behind me, as if I was taking her right there, standing up. I rubbed my hand under her thigh until I felt her hair graze my fingertips, already moist, and the wetness made me pulse again, my erection almost painful now in my pants. My fingers moved up along the moist lips, back and forth, so that she began to ride them, her mouth making stifled noises behind the kiss. 

Then I turned my hand so that my open palm held her, the heel of it grounded against the front of her as the wet fingers still slid back and forth, and she pulled her mouth to gasp for air, her lower body still moving against me. But I couldn't stop now, the fierceness of it, the hurry within us. 

I could feel her breath, ragged in my ear. I covered her mouth again,our tongues slippery, as I moved my hand away to unzip my pants, fast, so that when my cock sprang out it moved toward her at once to replace the hand. Sliding along the wet part of her until it slipped inside, I thrust up my cock to fill her, and she gasped, dropping her head on my shoulder. I thought for an instant I would come then. Still, her heat wrapped around me. There was nothing but feeling now, so complete I was afraid to disturb it. But then I felt the walls of her vagina grip me, making gentle spasms, and we were moving again. 

"Oh," she said, a low sound from her throat, her head back against the door, and the sound of it excited me, and I put my mouth back on hers, kissing her as I gripped her below, pounding into her with her thigh still drawn up beside me. I could hear us thudding against the door, oblivious as animals, then a sharp sound from her as I felt her grip me inside, and I knew she had come, so that I was released now too. After a few jabbing thrusts it spurted out of me, everything in me shooting out, taking my breath with it. 

We stood there for a few minutes, still locked together, gulping air, and I knew we must look absurd, our mouths smeared with saliva, standing against the walls like dogs, my pants down below my knees. But her face glowed, and when I looked at her I felt an immense gratitude. I had been so quick, but she had let me, not protesting, giving herself to me. I had wanted to make love; not it had been too intense to take our time. 

Now I kissed her gently and lifted her up, still hard inside her, and brought her down to the floor, my pants wadded foolishly round my calves. But the point was not to leave her. It didn't matter how we looked, messy and awkward, so long as I remained inside her. When I laid her on the floor, still inside, she smiled at me, and this time we kept a different rhythm, moving slowly in and out, and the sensation in me spread outward so that my whole body was making love, every piece of skin sensitive. 

My face was level with her breasts and I began kissing them, barely touching them at first, then as I felt the nipples harden, moving over them in a steady rhythm, pressing, so that she anticipated each stroke of my mouth. She closed her eyes. My mouth opened to lick the nipple, tasting her, still salty with sweat. This time my hands felt all of her, drawing along her breasts, kissing the side of her neck, until we both began racing and she wrapped her legs around me, urging me, waiting for me to come so that we could finish together, shuddering in the same jolt of pleasure. 

We lay quietly for a while until, calm now, I sensed my weight on her and slipped out, my cock finally soft, and moved to the side, still holding her. She turned on her side to face me. She held the side of my head, looking at me. "Thank you" she said, her fingers tracing the shape of my ear. 

We would have gone on like this, comfortable, idly touching each other, but we were distracted by the voices in the corridor. I held her arm as she prepared to leave. "I don't even know your name. You keep not telling it to me, remember?" 

"Shalini" she whispered just before she was gone. 

"Shalini" I whispered to myself as I closed my eyes, still lying on the floor, basked in a wonderful feeling. Suddenly I thought of Shekhar waiting for me at the bar. Hurriedly I rose and got myself ready. A moment later I was in the lobby and spotted him just as he too noticed me. 

"I hope I did not keep you waiting too long, " I said as I greeted him. 

"Actually I was early," he said. "I left my wife here and went looking for you at the airport." 

"Your wife?" I asked. 

"Yes, here she is. Let me introduce you to her," he said. 

I turned around to stare into the eyes of a lovely woman dressed in red.

"Meet my wife...Shalini"