0 comments/ 26361 views/ 1 favorites Strangers By: SxyRn2000 Desire for this moment had loomed in her head for years now. The anticipation and sexual excitement that took over her mind was beyond all control. She had waited to live this fantasy with him with great anticipation. She watched as each man walked into the bar wondering as the door opened if it may be him. He glanced around the bar trying to find her, their eyes met and sparks could be seen between the two. Many nights she had imagined this encounter and tonight he would take her as two strangers meeting on a chance encounter. She had worked very hard for this night to become a reality. Earlier she had carefully chosen to wear the white knit sweater, black skirt with garters and black thigh high stockings, purposely not sliding on the black thong panties that lay on the bed before her. Sitting down beside her he placed his hand on her leg, her body shivered with his touch. She wanted him so bad and could hardly stand to finish her drink and make small talk while she waited to leave with him. He leaned over pressing his lips against hers and their tongues eagerly explored each others. He began to move his hand, rubbing the inside of her thigh, slowly upward, she could stand it no longer. She had to have him, the passion inside her was overwhelming, the desire that she had for him was beyond any that she had experienced before. She placed her hand on top of his, guiding his hand between her legs where her desire for him was evident from her hot moist pussy. He smiled at her when he noticed that she wore no panties for their encounter. He rubbed his fingers along the slit of her pussy, feeling the heat that was out of her control. She need not worry about having to wait, for he shared her desire. Slowly they both instinctively rose and walked towards the restrooms in the bar for she had told him of her fantasy. As they got around the divider passion exploded between the two of them as he pressed her against the wall, exploring her body with his hands and probing his tongue into her mouth. She felt his cock pressing hard against her stomach, her legs grew weak from her desire to have him inside her. He slowly pulled her into the restroom and locked the door behind them. He backed up against the sink and she began to explore his body, lifting his shirt, she rubbed her hands over every inch of his chest, pinching his nipples gently as she rubbed around them. Her head lowered as she began to gently rub her tongue in circles around his nipple, biting gently, pushing her body hard against his. She began to trace her way down his body with her tongue, kissing his body and enjoying the sensation that was building between her legs. Now on her knees she ran her hands on the inside of his legs upwards towards his hard cock that was pressing against the material of his pants with great force. She released the buckle of his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She began to kiss and lick at the top of his cock that was dripping precum from his desire for her. She unzipped his pants and released his cock, pulsating from his excitement of having her lips on his cock, she began to lick and suck the head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue circled the head of his cock, as she began to rub his balls thru the material of his pants. Then she grabbed both sides of his pants and pulled them to his ankles, her mouth lowering on his cock with her downward motion. She began to suck with all her desire, circling the head upon the upward spiral of her descent upon his cock. The taste of the his cock was making her pussy drip with desire. She rubbed her hand against her lips, pressing her finger hard against the opening of her pussy. She needed to have his cock deep inside her, fucking her with the passion that they had talked about on so many occasions. She sat back on her spread legs and began to lick his balls as she rubbed her clit with her fingers. Knowing that he was watching her just made her excitement grow. She licked all over his balls tracing back to the sensitive area before his anus. She loved the taste of his body, and enjoyed the aroma of his sex. Her fingers were soaked from her pussy as she began to rub his cock with her hand, spreading her moisture upon his hard shaft. Her mouth moving up and down, sucking with great force upon his cock was bringing him to the brink of cumming. She continued to rub her hand on his balls as she sucked his cock with her mouth, her other hand was now busily fingering her wet pussy. She enjoyed the taste of her own sex upon his shaft and herself was close to orgasm. She rubbed her swollen clit and began to moan with desire with his cock in her mouth. His cock began to pulsate inside her throat as she tightened her grip around the base of his cock, causing his cock to almost bounce with the force of his cum that was about to be released inside her mouth. Her pussy began to clench down upon her own fingers as she had her first orgasm with the man of her fantasies. He exploded inside her mouth as she released her grip and drove her mouth deeply onto his cock. She could hardly contain all his cum inside her mouth and it began to drip down her chin. She looked up and smiled as she wiped away the cum and began to lick the end of his cock. She could hardly wait to get back to their house to feel him inside her. Strangers She could feel herself twitching through her jeans. She played with the coaster at the table. She spun it around in her fingers. She kept checking her phone. She wished he would hurry up, she hated them being late. She was paying, she wanted control. He approached her table. He looked shorter than he said he was. She just looked at him and said, "you're late". He said he was sorry. He'd never been to this part of town before and had trouble finding a carpark. She hushed him with one look and told him to sit down. She laid the rules out for him. She hated small talk. He would do whatever she asked of him. If it meant being quiet, that's what he'd do. She passed across the envelope. She needed to be in control in these business transactions. She told him he didn't need to check it, it was all there. He slid the envelope into his denim jacket pocket. She liked when they did what she told them. She beckoned the waiter to the table. She ordered a bourbon for him and a champagne for herself. She liked knowing what they drank. They sat in silence. She stared at him across the top of her glass. She knew he was not in his comfort zone. Most men need to be in control. Well she wouldn't let them. She had to have the control. She had earned it. She finished the last of the champagne and he knew he had to finish his drink also. They were leaving the bar. They moved out into the lobby of the hotel. She pressed the elevator button. They waited. She knew he was curious as to what lay ahead. In the lift, she touched his cock through his jeans. He was startled. He went to kiss her. She pulled back. She would call all the shots. He knew he was in for some fun, but just what kind of fun he would have to wait and find out. They reached the floor her room was on. She had used this room many times before. She always asked for the same room. Some of them she invited back. Most of them she didn't even know their names. She put the keycard in the door and the green light came on and the door clicked open. She had left champagne chilling. She told him to pour her a champagne. He obliged. He was a good one. She sat on the couch in the room. He went to sit next to her. She told him to undress. He didn't need to be asked twice. His cock was exposed for the first time. She hoped he could perform because he had a very nice cock. She wanted to see it hard. She wanted to see the veins protruding from it. She wanted the knob to shine. She told him to touch his cock. He put his hand around the shaft and pulled it. She smiled, she loved when they did what she told them. She told him to stop. He knew this was going to be a different fuck than he'd had before. She told him to take her shoes off. He did as told. She asked him what he was thinking right now. He told her that he wanted to see what was under the jeans. She said, all in good time. First you have to perform. His cock was moving on it's own. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to see what her cunt looked like, what it tasted like. She knew what he wanted and she smiled. She had all the power. She told him to come closer and he did. She sprinkled champagne on his cock. He was startled. It was cold. His cock reacted. She put her hand on his cock and pulled him closer. She then put her mouth on his cock and licked the champagne off. Fuck she was good. His cock was instantly hard again. She licked his knob and he put his hands on his waist and let out a guttural moan. She knew her cunt was wet. It was twitching in her jeans. She let go of his cock. She told him to remove her top. He undid the buttons of her shirt. Her tits were awesome. He couldn't stop staring at them. She ordered him to take her jeans off. He did as he was ordered. She had matching underwear. He loved that in a woman. His cock was throbbing. He went to touch it, but he knew he couldn't. She hadn't told him to. He thought what it would be like to push his cock between her tits. She told him to sit in the chair. The chair he hadn't even noticed before now. It was then he saw the ropes. Fuck, she was going to tie him up. He was so fucking horny. He sat in the chair, she tied his feet to the legs of the chair and his hands behind his back. He was scared, but so fucking turned on. She stood up in front of him. Pushing her tits close to his face. She still had her underwear on. He moved his tongue to get a taste, but she pulled back. He wondered if he would cum without even being touched. He was thrusting his hips. His cock was dancing. She undid her bra and her tits just fell out of her bra. Fuck what beautiful tits he thought. She looked at him. She dipped her fingers in the champage glass and rubbed the champagne all over her tits. She put her tits close enough to him, but he still couldn't reach them. She loved this control. She finally let him taste her nipple. He let out a moan. He doesn't know where the moan came from. She looked at his cock. She flicked it with her fingertip. His eyes told her he wanted to fuck her. She bent down and rubbed her tits on his cock. His head was thrust back and he was moaning. She asked if he liked her tits. His response was simply, fuck yes. She stood back up and put a nipple in his mouth. He sucked greedily. She put the other one in. He sucked on that one as well. Fuck she was hot. She stepped back and slid her panties off. She sat on the edge of the bed opposite the chair. Her shaven cunt wanted to be played with. She spread her legs in front of him and rubbed her nipples. Pinching them, pulling them. She liked the pain it caused. His cock danced. He was thrusting his cock in the air. She knew she was tormenting him. There was precum all over his knob. It was glistening. She reached across and rubbed the precum around his knob. "Fuck me, please. You're killing me." She smiled. She took some champagne and rubbed in on her clit. She then pushed her finger inside her cunt. She loved her cunt. She knew it intimately. She pushed two fingers inside herself. She withdrew them and sucked them. She asked if he would like to taste. He smiled and said, "fuck yes" She put her fingers back inside again and then removed them and moved across to let him suck her juice from her fingers. She brushed his cock while she did. He closed his eyes. She then rubbed his cock. She pulled it. Her hand moved up and down. She was a specialist at this. She thought she felt him thrusting harder. He wasn't going to cum yet. She had to control when that happened. She stopped pulling his hard cock. He opened his eyes, startled, begging her not to stop. She only smiled. She sat back on the edge of the bed. Again she played with her nipples. They were like small rocks. She reached across to her bag and removed a dildo. She licked the dildo and then rubbed it against her clit. He begged her to stop. He couldn't take anymore. She pushed the dildo into her cunt. She fucked herself hard with the dildo. She removed the dildo and put it straight in his mouth. He gagged, but then sucked every drop of her juice from the dildo. She again reached for her bag and took out a condom. She would let him fuck her. He had passed the test. She put the condom on his cock. He watched her expertise at it. She had done this many times before. She then pushed the dildo inside her again, wondering if she should torment him and cum with the dildo buried in her cunt. Could she be so cruel? She quickly removed the dildo and deftly straddled his cock. Her wet cunt slid down on his hard cock. She put a nipple in his mouth and he sucked greedily. He was moaning. She knew he was close to spurting his load. She road his cock. Pulliing up and forcing herself back down on his cock. She knew she was also about to cum. She pushed down deep on his cock and felt it deep inside her. She rocked back on him and let the orgasm take over. Fuck she needed the release. Fuck she loved cumming. She noticed his eyes rolling back in his head. He was cumming. She let him have his moment. She had used him enough. He wanted to kiss her, she wouldn't let him do that. She got off him. She untied him. She told him to clean up and to leave. She had full control. She needed full control. She waited until he had left and she also left the room. She was already planning the next time. She might use him again. Strangers It started to sprinkle as she made her way down the sidewalk, trying to figure out how to get back to her hotel. If only she'd left the theatre a little earlier, when it was still light outside. It was only her third day in the city and she was completely lost. She stopped in front of a small cafe to look at the street signs, sighing when she realized that wasn't going to help. She stepped back a few paces to regain her bearings, looking left then right. She shook her head and turned abruptly to her right, heading back in the direction she'd just come from. She didn't notice him until they collided, his coffee covering the front of her coat as her purse fell to the ground. "I'm so sorry," she said on the verge of tears as she began to pick up her things, "I wasn't paying attention.....I'm so sorry," "No, no," he replied, setting down the empty cup and his mobile to help her, "It's alright. I should've been paying more attention," Their eyes met and he smiled, "Bloody mobiles can be so distracting." She smiled back, "Thank you." They both stood up, each of them clutching a handle of her bag, their eyes still focused on each other. He was tall, she noticed and somewhat lanky with sharp facial features. After what seemed like an eternity, he cleared his throat, "I believe this is yours," he said, giving her the other handle. She laughed nervously as she took it from him, his long fingers brushing lightly against hers. Her face felt like it was on fire. He smiled brighter, bending over to pick up his mobile and the empty cup. They stood smiling awkwardly at each other for a few more seconds before he noticed the dark stain on her coat. "Bloody hell!" he said loudly, "I'm so sorry about your coat," his hand moved to the front of her coat to brush at the stain then stopped. This time he blushed. "No, it's fine really. It'll wash out." "Are you sure?" he asked, "I wouldn't want to be responsible for ruining a perfectly good coat." "Really it's fine. If it doesn't then I have a good excuse to buy an even better coat. I never liked this one very much anyway. I'd say you did me a favor." "Well then I don't feel so bad," he chuckled, "At least let me make it up to you. Let me buy you a coffee or something," She shook her head, "It's not necessary, really. I don't want to take up more of your time." He laughed, "Oh believe me, you're not. In fact I enjoy standing on corners in the rain talking to beautiful, coffee-stained women," She smiled brightly up at him, "Alright, but not coffee. I think I've had all the coffee I can stand tonight." "Alright then," he laughed, "How about tea?" She nodded, "Tea sounds perfect." "I hope you won't think me so bold, but I make a really mean cup of tea. In fact my flat is just 'round the corner. It'll give you the chance to clean up as well," "I don't know," she replied, "I don't normally go to strangers' flats, especially not when I'm in a foreign country." He stuck his hand out and introduced himself. She laughed as she shook his hand and gave her name, "There. Now we're not strangers anymore. How about it? Please. I'll beg if I have to." "Okay," she laughed again. "Lead the way" "Brilliant!" he said, a grin spreading across his lips. ------ "Here ya go," he said, handing her another cup of tea and sliding back onto the couch next to her. Her 'dry clean only' jacket was hanging on the door to the bathroom, air drying. They'd been talking and laughing for the past hour. "Thank you," "My pleasure," he replied, giving her that gorgeous smile. "Can I ask what it is that you do?" "Well, I'm an actor," he replied. "Really? What kind of actor? TV, theatre?" "A bit of both. I've even done a few movies." She smiled, "Wow. That's great. I wanted to be an actor when I was a kid, but my dad told me to be more realistic about my career choices," she sighed, "My dad was kind of an asshole." He laughed, "What did you grow up to be then?" She sighed again, "A lawyer....like my father." "Hmmm....do you enjoy it?" he asked, gazing attentively at her. "Sometimes.....and sometimes I want to run off to a tropical island and live the rest of my life in peace and quiet," she grinned at him, leaning forward to set the cup on the coffee table, before settling back onto the couch next to him. "I understand that. I feel the same way sometimes too, but then I realize how much I love doing this and decide to stay home. May I ask another question?" "Of course you can," She was enjoying this. In fact, this was as talkative as she had ever been with someone she'd only known for an hour. "What brings you to London?" "I've always want to visit here, but I've never gotten the chance. So when the opportunity arose, I jumped at it. Everyone was upset that I'd be traveling alone, but it was something I needed to do. I've never traveled alone before. I've always had someone with me," She scooted a little closer to him, just enough to make their shoulders brush against each other. "I hope you're having fun," She looked up at him, "I am." He brought his left hand to her cheek and touched it lightly. He leaned toward her until their lips were mere inches apart and whispered, "I'm glad," He pressed his mouth gently to hers, his long fingers caressing the back of her neck. He tilted his head, so that they fitted together perfectly. His tongue teased at the edge of her bottom lip before pushing past it. She moaned as he explored her mouth, her hand moving to undo the first three buttons on his shirt before sliding inside and stroking his collarbone with her thumb. He pulled his lips from hers and she made a small sound of protest. They were both breathless and panting. "I've never done this before," he finally said. "Neither have I," she replied, leaning her forehead against his. He looked her in the eyes, "Tell me to stop and I will," his deep voice becoming thicker. She turned her body towards his and wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands threading into his hair. He responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him. "Don't stop," she whispered, her lips meeting hungrily with his. He pulled her even closer as he began leaning her back against the couch, shifting so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. He settled on top of her, his growing erection pressing into her stomach. She arched her back and moaned. His mouth moved from her swollen lips to her neck licking and nipping as he went, finally settling on her pulse point. He unwrapped one of his arms from her waist and ran one of his hands down her side to the edge of her skirt. His hand lingered for a moment on her thigh, as if unsure, before pushing underneath her skirt. She moaned again as his warm hand squeezed and stroked her thigh. Her hands moved to cradle his face as she brought his lips back to hers, they settled there for a few moments before stroking down his neck to his chest, undoing the rest of the buttons. Their lips parted for the few seconds it took them to quickly remove their shirts. Her lips found his neck, hungrily sucking at is pulse point. He moaned into the crook of her neck as his hands moved further up her thighs, pushing her skirt up to her hips. He stroked the lace at the top of her panties with his thumb as her hands made their way to his belt, undoing it and his pants with three quick movements. Their mouths met again, lips pushing roughly against each other. Her hand pushed it's way into his boxers and wrapped around his throbbing cock. He moaned into her mouth as she began stroking him gently. His grip tightened on her hips as he pulled his mouth from her. "Stop," he said breathlessly as he extracted her hand from his boxers and planted both hands on the sofa underneath her. "Wait here," he murmured as he pushed himself off the couch and padded quickly to the bathroom. She took a moment to breathe as she heard him digging around in the bathroom. She still couldn't believe this was happening. She'd never fucked anyone she'd just met before, in fact, it normally took a great deal longer before she'd let anyone in her pants. She was trying to figure out what made him so different from the other men when the light clicked off in the bathroom and she saw him walking back towards her, tearing the wrapper off a condom and discarding it on the floor as he went. They smiled at each other as he resumed his position between her legs and pushed his pants down so he could free his cock from his boxers and apply the condom. She sat up when she noticed him having trouble with it and took over. He laughed nervously, "Sorry. I'm a bit nervous," He inhaled sharply as she rolled the condom down his shaft. She smiled up at him when she was finished, her hands reached up to his neck and she pulled his face towards hers. "It's alright. So am I," He returned the smile and kissed her, leaning her gently back against the couch. He sat up once more, moving his hands to her panties and removing them. He can could tell just how wet she was and it made his cock even harder. He leaned forward, a hand settling on one of her hips, and kissed her passionately. His other hand moved between them as he took his cock in hand and positioned himself, pushing into her slowly. She moaned loudly and arched her back, her arms wrapping around his neck as he penetrated her. He stilled for a moment once he was buried deep inside her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she trembled slightly underneath him, whimpering, begging him to move. He kissed her swollen lips lightly before pulling back, leaving only the tip of his cock inside her than thrusting forward. He kept his pace slow at first, before speeding up a little, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist. She threw her head back and moaned again, her hips picking up the rhythm of his. His hand pushed up one side of her bra and his mouth found her breast, taking the nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently at first, her hands tangling in his hair. "Harder," she moaned as her grip tightened in his hair. He sucked harder, alternately flicking her hard nipple with his tongue, making her moan even louder. The sound of her moaning was turning him on even more. She pulled his mouth from her nipple and brought it back to hers, pushing her tongue past his lips. Her breathing became ragged as she threw her head back and arched against him. She dug her nails into his back, gasping and moaning at the same time as she came, her muscles tightening around his cock. It's the tightness that pushed him over the edge and he groaned into her neck as he came. They lay there on the sofa, limbs tangled around each other. His head is cradled against the crook of her neck, her hand absently stroking his back, as his fingers played with her hair. "Will you stay the night with me?" he whispered into her skin. She didn't hesitate, "Yes." Strangers ~Having all decided to crash at a community friends apartment pad, you and I found ourselves the last ones awake and alone in the spare bedroom... though we had never met until this night. You were beautiful. With a gorgeous body that would turn any man's head. ~Sleep-time approached, and slipping into some thing more comfortable became a good idea for a night's rest. Your braless adventure to wear a silk spaghetti string nigh-tee made it easy for the sides of your perfectly large breasts to flirt with my eyes. Your skin glistened with a candle-light like glow to my moth-like sexual behavior. All my instinct desired to burn in you. I found it hard to take my eyes off of you. And you could tell. ~I could feel your gaze as I took my shirt off, revealing my tattooed shoulders and back. Your nipples hardened as the idea of me having my way with you filled your dirty mind. Purposely you bent over to crawl onto the bed and glared over your shoulder at me. ~That's all it took. I grabbed a hold of the back of your neck and buried your face in a pillow on the bed. Your scream couldn't be heard. You turned your head and gasped for air as I ripped your skirt up, exposing your tiny little ass. I slid my fingers between your legs and felt your swollen clit through your black panties. ~You lifted your left knee onto the bed, widening the gap between your legs. I placed your panties to the side and began eating your cute pussy. Perfectly shaven, and clean, I slithered my wet tongue between your lips. A single squeak escaped your voice. You reached back and spread yourself open. My tongue ventured in for a deeper taste of your nectar. So wet and sweet. You gasped as my tongue flicked over your button. Delicious. And intoxicating. ~You decided to sit on the bed and undo my pants. Curious, and impatient you felt me through my jeans. Making your way down my leg, you measured me with your imagination. I helped you undo my belt and zipper and you quickly reached in to find the entirety of my penis and yanked it out for a taste. ~You wrapped your lips around the head and jammed me down your throat. You choked on me, hoping I enjoyed the texture of the inside of your neck. With one hand you stroked my shaft, and with the other you played with yourself. Back and forth you strangled me with your mouth. I grew larger. You spit on me and began stroking with both hands. Wildly venturing to siphon my semen. I held your long golden curly hair to the side and watched. You looked up at me and reared your teeth, exposing a darker side of you. I let you bite me, then reached down and stuffed your mouth some more. Making you couch up spit all over my dick. "You have a nice cock," you assured me, and slapped it across your pretty face while you smiled. I grew enormous and rock-fucking hard. My pants dropped to my ankles and I got on my knees to chow your box some more while I removed them. You held your panties to the side with one hand and grabbed a handful of my hair to force feed me. ~Foreplay was over. Now it was time for the abuse. I stood up and gripped you by your upper arm and bent you over in the middle of the room. You grabbed a hold of your ankles with your knees straight, while I spread your lips with the shaft of my rod. Your night-tee slipped off onto the floor next to your hair. "I want you to fuck me hard!" you begged. It was time to carve my initials in you. I inserted just the tip and felt you tighten up. The head entered and muscled it's way passed your tight entrance. "Oh fuck," you whispered. I slowly parted you as my size stretched you open further and further. You reached back and grabbed the back of my knees and pulled me into you as far as you could. I reached your maximum capacity. You gasped. I slid out partially, my thick dick dripping of you. Then slid back in and hurt you. "You feel so good!" you moaned. "I want it rough!" I grabbed a hold of your waste and began to gradually bounce you off my cock. Your tits danced in your face. Your breathing became louder with each thrust. I slid myself out and spanked your clit a couple times, making you twitch. Then hid my long dick back inside you. ~The rhythm became more violent. You opened your mouth gasping for air. I fucked you across the room until we reached the wall. You crawled up the wall and pushed back against me. Your pussy almost hurt me you were so shallow! I grabbed a hold of your shoulders and pumped you as fast as I could. The friction heated me. Your cum cooled me. "Oh my fucking God!" you cried. I spanked your ass and continued. You whipped your hair over onto your back and stared back at me. I grabbed your hair and tugged, making your back arch. I slowed down the pace and took a deep breath. Then began pounding into you with more vengeance. ~Your body shook. Shockwave after shockwave spread your legs further apart. Your knees began to buckle. I picked you up and carried you to the bed with me still inside. I razed you in the air and dropped you on my pole a couple times, taking your breath away. You giggled and I threw you onto the mattress over populated with pillows. ~You sat up on your elbows, bent your knees and spread your legs for me to get between. I shifted your ass and guided my stick back in you with no hands. Your head fell back in ecstasy. Your chin and neck were majestic. Your beautiful breasts bounced as I made love to you. I grabbed onto your knees to center my attack. The bed rocked and skidded across the wooden floor. My bare feet gave me perfect traction. ~I licked a finger and played with your clit. You lied back and enjoyed the motion. Then, I shifted your ass, grabbed a hold of one leg with both arms and stabbed you sideways. Deeper. You made an effort to keep your head still while I rocked your body around. "You're an animal!" you whimpered, becoming a mess as a wave of orgasms took over your body. Your pussy dripping wet. I couldn't believe we had just met. "I want more!" I commanded and slid my dick out for you to suck on. You quickly wrapped your mouth around me as if it were a melting ice-cream cone. I let you do the work. Your tongue flickered and licked the pre-cum off of my throbbing red knob. ~I pulled away and placed my slippery spear between your breasts and pressed them together to hug me. You hung your tongue out to lick the head as it pushed it's way through your glistening cleavage. I let your tongue shoe-horn my dick back in your face and thrust against the roof of your mouth. "Ya," you gasped intensely, "Fuck my mouth!" And I did. ~You let the spit hang off your chin. "I wanna sit on your big cock!" you suggested. And I excepted the invitation. You assured my full solute and lied me on the bed. Your hardened breasts and pierced nipples grazed my chest and I grabbed a hold to suck on them as you prepared to ride. ~I felt your hot opening break around the head of my dick and slide down my shaft slowly, resoaking me in your juices. Our noses touched and we gasped in each others mouths. Our kissing became extremely erotic. And our fucking illegal. I grabbed your ass and raped your little pussy into submission. "Yes," you panted. "Make me your slave!" I aimed to split you in two. "Ride that cock!" I ordered. "Yes Master," you replied. Faster and faster I burned into you. I grabbed onto your shoulders and forced my weapon it's deepest yet. "I'm gonna cum," you announced. And you did. You screamed in my mouth as I silenced you with my kiss. Your juices spilt on me as your hole tightened and contracted. I, myself, was about to do the same. ~I began to breath heavily and moan. You knew it was time. You slipped your juicy puss up off of me and fed your mouth once more with my drooling dick stick. "I wanna taste your cum," you thirsted, and slopped my wet, pulsating rod all over your face. I grabbed the back of your head and crammed my dick down your throat. You stroked me fast with one hand and fingered my balls with the other, perfectly orchestrating my declaration of war in you mouth. I leaned my head back. The point of no return had arrived. "Give it to me baby!" you pleaded. And opened your mouth wide. A geyser of jiz erupted into your mouth, and you quickly guzzled it. Another round landed on your face while you stroked on. I growled in pleasure as the third and fourth streamed down your throat. You sucked and squeezed me dry and licked your lips when you were done. "Yummy," you complimented. I exhaled loudly and smiled. Amazing. You crawled next to me and kissed me. I slid a finger in your battlefield and softly banged your precious confession-booth. "Haven't you had enough?" you murmured with a sinister grin. "Of you?!" I replied. "Never." You sat up and tickled my chest lightly with your finger tips. "So," you giggled, "ya gotta name stranger?" Strangers The park was empty and still as she walked along the trail beside the lake. The heat made ripples over the ground as though the water had breached its banks and was spreading its glistening tendrils across the landscape. There was no breeze to rustle through the grass and trees, no sounds met her ears but the quiet lapping of the lake at its shores. The air was close and humid, so thick you almost imagine yourself wading through an ocean of cotton wool. She was glad of the light material of her white tank top and short red skirt and relieved she had not worn her jeans and a jacket. The heat prickled her skin but the sun was surrounded by heavy grey clouds and she knew it was only a matter of time. As she was making her way across a vast open patch of field the first cool drops of rain splashed down onto her shoulders and she breathed a sigh of relief. Still walking she took black elastic from her wrist and pulled her thick red hair back into a ponytail, feeling the light rain and cooling air on the back of her neck. A large drop fell onto her neck and trickled down the middle of her back causing her to shiver and bringing her out in goose bumps. A flash of blinding blue lightning clapped through the sky and was followed momentarily by the deep rumble of thunder signifying the storm is very close. Within moments the gentle rain became a solid downpour, pounding into the lake with a deafening roar. She began to jog across the field heading toward a copse of evergreens just a few hundred metres ahead. The thunder and lightning struck again, the deep sound making the ground tremble beneath her running feet and drowning out the sounds of the rain. She reached the cover of the trees and slowed to a walk, catching her breath as she stepped in among them. Her top was now soaked to her skin and the blue lace of her bra was clearly visible. Her skirt hung wetly on her hips, clinging heavily to her curves. She wiped the rain from her hair and face and stepped closer to the trunk of the tree. The lashing rain still managed to invade the sanctuary of the trees but it was not half as bad as being out in the open. Twisting her ponytail between her fingers to wring out some of the water she decided to wait the storm out under the trees before making her way back to the car. The rain was so heavy she could barely see ten feet out of the trees and she didn't know the area well enough to go anywhere with such poor visibility. Five minutes later the storm seemed heavier than ever and there were no signs of letting up. A figure emerged from the dense wall of rain, head down and running for the cover of the trees. The man was tall with his dark hair shaved short. He wore jeans and a black band t-shirt with the sleeves cut off which were soaked tight to his body. He looked strong and his tanned arms were muscular and well defined. She couldn't help but stare. It was odd to have this stranger appear, she had been feeling like the last person left in a world drowned out by the raging storm. Now as the lightning flashed and the thunder clamoured she drank in the sight of this sexy stranger sharing her shelter. He caught sight of her and surprise registered on his face, clearly he had not seen her as he'd headed for the trees. She smiled and he flashed a shy smile back, wiping the rain from his eyes. She looked out at the rain as the thunder rumbled out again but she could feel his eyes all over her. She imagined how she must look to him, with her clothes transparent and plastered to her curves, her underwear visible through the thin material, the rain still glistening on her pale skin. She turned back to him and they watched one another for a few moments, neither wanting to speak, listening to the grumbling threats or the storm above their heads. He offered her another shy smile and wiped away a drop of rain as it trickled down his cheek like a tear. This small gesture seemed to her so innocent and gentle that she suddenly felt brave and totally at ease. The sensual power of the storm and her intense attraction to him made her brash and impulsive and before she could talk herself out of it she moved close to him, put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down until his lips met hers. She kissed him deeply while the storm waged a war on the landscape around them. At first he was tense; shocked at her directness but soon he placed his hands on her waist and pulled her toward him. She broke the kiss and took a small step away from him, smiling but still without a word. She reached down and peeled her soaking top away from her skin tugging it up over her head and tossing it onto the grass beside her. Her deliberate movements wrung some of the rain from her top and rivulets of water trickled down over the large round globes of her breasts. He looked as though all his Christmases had come at once, standing stock still before her as she stepped close to him again. He opened his mouth to speak but she pressed herself against him and kissed him hard. She could feel him stiffening in his jeans and he tried to surreptitiously tug at them in his mounting discomfort. She kissed him slowly and teasingly, dropping her hands to his waist and unbuckling the belt on his jeans. With quick, deft movements she had his jeans undone and had pushed them down over his hips along with the shorts he wore beneath them. The weight of the wet jeans dragged them down to the floor and without missing a beat she followed, dropping to her knees in front of him. His eyes widened in surprise but he didn't move and still neither of them said a word. He was big but not massive and she looked up at him with an appreciative smile as she placed her soft hand around his shaft. He inhaled, a sharp intake of breath, as she leant forward and wrapped her full moist lips around the head of his cock, sliding her hand up to meet her lips and her tongue flicking over the sensitive flesh. She slowly moved her lips down his length, her warm mouth an exhilarating contrast to the cool air gusting around them. She made a few short bobs of her head, taking a little more of him each time and swirling her tongue round the head each time she lifted up. She looked up at him with smiling eyes, amused by the mixed look of desire and fascination on his face, relaxing and controlling her breath she leans right forward allowing his entire length to slide down to the back of her throat. She held herself still with his cock buried down her throat, breathing slowly through her nose and listening to his moans, barely audible over the storm. After a few moments she began bobbing up and down again, each time sliding his full length to the back of her throat and swallowing gently using her mouth and tongue to massage his prick. He placed a hand on the back of her head and she let him control the pace, reaching a hand up to massage and tickle his balls as he fucked her inviting mouth. His pace quickened and she looked up at him again through long, dark lashes, sucking gently as he gazed down into her eyes. She felt him get bigger in her mouth and he slowed looking at her questioningly. She pulled his hands behind his back and held them there in hr free hand taking control once again, sucking him down her throat and drawing back quickly, over and again, faster and faster. She felt his muscles tighten and he threw his head back, his cry lost to the thunder as she took him all the way down again and swallowed as he shot hot come down her throat. She didn't miss a drop and when he stopped she slowly slid her lips back up the length of his cock, sucking it softly and eliciting small groans from him with her talented tongue. She released him allowing them both time to catch their breath. Still the rain hammered down and the lightning split the sky overhead with deafening cracks. He reached down and she took his hands, getting to her feet. He looked sheepish with his pants by his ankles and left so vulnerable but she smiled and he kissed her again. He reached behind her and with a quick flick he had unsnapped the clasp on her bra and pulled the tie that held the bra up at her neck. As he did so the ties came loose and the bra fell to the ground. He leant down and took one stiff nipple into his mouth; flicking it with his tongue and kneading the soft flesh of her other breast in his large hand. He trailed the fingers of his other handover her back and down her spine making her tingle and shiver. He swapped his lips to the other breast and she let out a small sigh as he circled his strong arms around her waist. Before she knew what had happened he lifted her and turned around, pushing her against the trunk of their tree, her feet still not touching the ground. He looked into her eyes and kissed her again, so soft compared to the rough way he had forced her up against the tree. She laced her arms round his neck and clung to him, returning his kiss while his hand crept down to her thigh and stroked its way over the smooth, creamy skin and under her skirt. She moaned softly when his fingers teasingly traced along her slit over the top of her blue lace shorties. She was held against the tree by his firm body pressed against her and he held one thigh over his hip. He tickled and teased her moistening pussy through the thin fabric of her underwear while kissing and nibbling the side of her neck. Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled the crotch of her shorts to one side and he slowly dipped and into the warm folds he had revealed. She pressed her face into his neck and moaned huskily while, with an expert hand, he spread her cunt lips seeking out her clit with his questing thumb, pressing lightly on her soft spot inside her tight, wet hole. He fucked her slowly with his middle finger making tight circles over her swelling clit with his thumb. She pushed her hands up under his t-shit and raked her nails down his back, the thunder roaring it's deep guttural tones. He bit her shoulder, scraping his teeth over her soft flesh hard but not enough to hurt, making her moan and grip him tightly. He could feel her pussy pulsing as he worked his ring finger inside her, making her cry out. He was amazed at how tight she felt, even just around his fingers. She began to tremble as his thumb continued it's expert ministrations on her sensitive little button, his fingers sliding in and out of her, pushing against her pleasure spot. He felt her legs shaking and picked up speed without altering his focus. A strong gust of wind blew rain into their sanctuary, splashing across the back of his neck and a few stray drops splashed onto her tight nipple. He took the nipple between his lips and sucked it into his warm mouth, rolling his tongue around it. That was all it took to send her over the edge and she inhaled sharply, holding the breath in as her whole body stiffened and began to tremble. She dragged her nails down his back drawing blood and causing him to bite down on her nipple. The pain of his teeth on her silken flesh mixed with the intense orgasm wracking her body making her cry out, but her cries were lost in the violent storm surrounding them. He released her nipple and looked into her eyes, his fingers buried in her dripping slit and her clit throbbing beneath his thumb. He shifted their position slightly and she could feel that he was hard again. She kissed him softly then gazing straight back at him she reached down and gripped his cock, wrapping her legs around his waist. He held her close as she guided the head of his prick to her pussy, waiting to be filled. She was so tight that, wet as she was, it was still a great effort to squeeze himself inside her. She bit his shoulder and twisted her fingers into the fabric of his t-shirt as he slid deeper into her, needing something to grip on to. He released his hold on her, allowing gravity to help him push his way in her, pressing her hard against the tree trunk. Buried deep in her cunt, he gripped her beneath her thighs and began to slowly draw out of her. He held still for a moment pulled almost all the way out so she could take a few breaths. She smiled at him and he pushed back into her gently while she ground her hips against him. He groaned as she clenched her pussy tightly, gripping his dick inside her and keeping it tight while he pulled out and slammed back into her. She rolled her hips back and forth, meeting him thrust for thrust. He pulled out again and she used her thighs to lift herself all the way off him and forced him to take a step back. She dropped lightly to her feet and guided him down so that he was lying on his back. She straddled his lap with her back to him, stretching herself wide, and lowered her self onto his rigid prick with a satisfied sigh. She arched her back and rested her hands back onto his chest for support, then raised herself until he was barely inside her before grinding down onto him again. The rain gathered on the leaves of the tree splashed down onto her naked breasts and torso as the wind blew and the thunder echoed. He reached up and massaged her tits with warm hands, rubbing the rain water into the soft flesh. They both moaned in pleasure as she bounced on his stiff cock, quickening her pace as their pleasure and desire mounted. He grabbed her ponytail and yanked on it, pulling her head back so the water fell onto her face and ran down her neck. He was thrusting up to meet her as she pushed down onto him, pounding her pussy with all the strength he had. She tensed up, bucking erratically when she began to come again, her second orgasm building up and ripping through her body from her cunt like wild fire. The sensations of her muscles spasming and the juices gushing from her slit when she came sent him over the edge. He rammed her as hard as he could and then froze with his back arched as she ground down onto him and he came hard, buried deep inside her contracting hole. They gasped and grunted, trembling and weak after all their efforts. He relaxed his grip on her and she slid off of him to lay face down on the grass. The last echoes of thunder died away and the rain slowed to a gentle patter on the leaves above. Regaining their composure he yanked up his jeans and shorts, buckling his belt once again while she reached for her bra. She re-did the clasps, encasing her sensitive breasts and tying the helter behind her neck as he handed her the soaking white vest top. She smiled thank you and pulled the top back over her head. When she looked up the rain had almost let up completely and the sun was starting to sneak back out again. The stranger was jogging away. She smiled to her self and fully dressed made the journey back to her car and then back home. She knew that was an experience she would never forget. Back in her house she stripped out of her sodden, grass stained clothes and took a long hot shower. Stepping out she wrapped in a towel and wandered into her bedroom were her boyfriend stood completely naked and admiring the deep scratches down his back in a full length mirror. She walked over to him and he smiled and reached for her, kissing her passionately. "That was absolutely amazing!" he told her. "I'm glad you had fun, my love," she said, her eyes twinkling. "Next time we can live one of yours." Strangers I stood with my two best friends and stared at the doorway, trying for the thousandth time to figure out what I was doing here. It was a very non-descript door in a non-descript building on the edge of the club district downtown. I was about to voice my questions to Anna once again when I saw her reach out and her fingers flew over the number pad next to the door. A second later there was a buzz and Anna's husband Charlie pulled the door back. I shoved my reticence to the back of my mind and stepped through to the tiny entryway. It was very dark, covered in black curtains with only the two doors, one on either side of the little room. Against one of the other walls was a small counter with an LCD screen on top and a tall young guy behind the counter. He had long brown wavy hair, dark eyes and a knowing smile. He was also half naked, and I did my best not to stare. Flanking him on either side were two more men. At first glance, they looked much older, but on closer inspection couldn't be more than a couple of years older than my thirty-six. One had very short blond hair, the other a messy mane of almost pure white. Both had light color eyes but I couldn't guess on the exact color with how dark it was in the room. They both smiled at me, neither of them with the same knowing expressions as their co-worker, for which I was grateful. Charlie stepped up to the screen and entered in something. Then, he stepped aside for Anna. She clicked a few buttons, then picked up a stylus and signed her name. She smiled over her shoulder at me and moved to the side. I read the questions carefully, made my answers and signed at the bottom with a slightly shaky hand. I set the stylus aside and took my spot at the back of our little group again. Charlie took out his credit card and swiped it through the slot, then added his own signature to the screen. A moment later, he was handed a receipt which he tucked into his wallet and returned to his pocket. "Welcome to Dante's." The young man in the middle said. "For those of you who haven't been here before, there's a secure coat check around the corner to your right as you first step in. Please, make the most of your visit and enjoy." He was talking to me. I'd never been here before, though Anna and Charlie had. They'd finally convinced me to visit once with them after a lot of cajoling on mostly Anna's part. She and Charlie said it was wonderful, especially because it was so safe. So, I'd finally given in and done the initial sign up on the internet. It was safe, that much I'd admit to. I had to turn in medical information and a release so my doctor could agree. I'd always heard that you took your own chances at places like this – a sex club, for God's sake, which is one of the reasons I'd avoided even the thought of it. When Anna had told me about this place, I was understandably skeptical. But then I went through the agreement and paperwork and found myself a little more willing to try it. I don't know why I was so concerned. Even going through those steps didn't mean I had to actually do anything there, but despite knowing this, I was still nervous. Well, I was here now. The inner door buzzed and we stepped through into the club itself. With Anna and Charlie in front of me, I wasn't able to see much. My first impression was like something out of the French Quarter. Polished wood, wrought iron and Louis XIV furniture seemed to be everywhere. Anna turned to me. "Okay, so what do you want to do first?" She had a huge grin on her pixie-like face and her light grey eyes sparkled with excitement. I stared at her a moment, unsure of how to answer. I didn't even know if I wanted to do anything, much less a matter of "firsts." Entirely aside from the fact that I had no idea that there were a lot of choices. I'm not a prude, far from it. I'd spent my time when I was younger 'sowing my wild oats,' as it were. When I was still married, I'd been a very adventurous person in bed. So, it wasn't that I didn't have an imagination when it came to this sort of thing. But to be honest, I'd been out of the game a long time. I'd been married for close to ten years. And while we'd been somewhat adventurous in that time, we'd quit having sex long before I gave up and left him. I stopped to try to figure out how long it had been since I had sex with something not made of latex and gave up before I got too depressed. I glanced around and my eyes landed on the bar that ran along one side of the front room. "I think I'm going to check in my coat and then get a drink. Give me a chance, here, okay?" Anna's excitement didn't seem to want to wane easily, so she threw her arms around me in a huge hug. "Okay. We're supposed to meet this other couple here, so, um, we're going to go do that, but we'll check on you shortly, okay?" I nodded, anxious to give myself a few minutes alone. I appreciated having her nearby, but I did not want to be a both literal and figurative fifth wheel between Anna and Charlie and their friends. I turned to the small counter I'd noticed to my right. A woman who looked to be about my age stood behind it, wearing very little but otherwise not nearly as perfect as I might have expected of an employee. She had full breasts covered in a network of white straps, long blonde hair and makeup that, while was obvious, wasn't overdone. I handed her my coat and she had me scan my thumbprint into her small LCD screen. I saw a small locker open up about half way back on the wall and she folded my trench coat up carefully and put it inside. She pushed the locker closed and came back to the counter. "It can only be opened by your thumbprint, so don't worry." She gave me a bright smile and waved. I turned back to the rest of the club, at least the part of it I could see from my vantage point. It seemed to be one very large room, set up in sections. Along the very back was an open area meant to be a dance floor. To the right of this was the long bar I'd glimpsed earlier. Opposite the bar was a series of privacy booths that looked like normal restaurant booths enclosed in some sort of smoked glass. In the very center of the room was a large stair case that wound up to the second floor. Next to the stair case was an elevator. Apparently, they were still concerned with their ADA compliance and when I looked further to the left, I saw why. A man was sprawled on a chaise, a wheelchair parked behind it with several women in various positions around him. I looked away quickly, and decided it was time to get a drink. I approached one end of the bar, but decided I'd stop in the ladies' room first to make sure if I did decide to do anything, that I wouldn't embarrass myself. After taking care of business, I stopped in front of the sink to give myself one more minute. I started by checking my hair which of course hadn't moved since I'd put it up in the twist I was wearing. My short black dress had a single neck strap that did great things for pulling my breasts in and giving me nice cleavage while the neckline dipped low between them, showing them off. The skirt was full and fairly short, showing my stocking-clad legs to their best advantage, especially while I was wearing the killer heels I had on. Then I stepped back to consider the rest of me. I wasn't that bad looking, I thought. I had long blonde hair, blue eyes, a round face and a good smile. I always hated my nose, though, it was round on the end. Individually, I had decent features. Put together, I wasn't so sure. I had extra weight, too. Always fighting to lose it, but never quite succeeding, I had a good twenty extra pounds on me that I couldn't seem to get off. I had two children that helped with that, but in the end, it was my fault. I still had trouble eating salad when they ate those nice greasy cheeseburgers. All in all, I felt like I was a little too heavy, a little too plain, just a little too...well, everything. Disgusted with myself, knowing better than to talk to myself like that, I left the bathroom and mirror behind. If someone wanted me, then who was I to question it? I approached the end of the bar where the bartender stood and scooted up onto a stool. "Hello," he greeted me warmly. Another half-naked man, younger than me, yet again, but he was nice enough that it didn't annoy me. "Hi. Um, shot of Jameson's and a Harp," I said, trying to smile and not look as nervous as I felt. "Sure thing. Sounds like someone is either looking for liquid courage or can hold their liquor." He poured the shot and set it in front of me, then turned to pull my beer. "How about a little of both?" I buried my face in my hands, while still carefully trying not to mess up my makeup. "I don't even know why I'm here." I peeked between my fingers when he set the beer on the bar in front of me. I downed the shot of Jameson's then picked up the Harp for a sip. "I can believe that. But why would you need liquid courage?" He seemed genuinely interested, even though I knew better. His job was to be interested. I tried to shrug it off, but then decided to just say it. "My best friend and her husband talked me into coming here. I know she means well, I know she just wanted to help me. But honestly, I'm not exactly prime material for someplace like this." "And what material would that be?" He asked me. I took a deep breath and studied him over my glass. Tall yet again, he had big brown eyes – the kind most women would melt over, a strong chin unmarred by facial hair and short curly hair. He was, in a word, adorable. But there didn't seem to be anything but curiosity in his eyes. I motioned to my body. "I'm not exactly a sex goddess. My friend, now she's someone that the guys go for. She's got me beat by a good three inches in height, she got this long chestnut-colored hair that has natural red highlights and these grey eyes that can make a man practically beg." I tipped my glass again and took a long drink. "Well, now, I don't know what you know of our little place here, but I've seen all sizes, shapes and colors come up to my bar. I've seen a number of women walk away with more than one man, none of them as beautiful as you." He placed another beer next to the one I was almost finished with. I blushed at the compliment. "Thanks." I downed the rest of the first glass and slid it over to him. "I still don't know..." I trailed off, realizing I was starting to sound like a broken record to my own ears. I buried my face in my hands and sat that way for a few minutes. I parted them just enough to be heard. "What kind of woman is it, that would allow her best friend and her friend's husband to drag her here? And what kind of men come to places like this? Just to find someone to fuck? How desperate must they be?" I shook my head, but then I noticed the look on the bartender's face. I closed my eyes in mortification. "Someone's standing there, right?" The bartender did his best to keep from smiling. He nodded. I took a deep breath. "A man? Looking at me, isn't he?" He nodded again, then the man spoke. "Jameson's and a Harp, please." He sat next to me and I wondered if I they might possibly have trap doors set up in this place somewhere so I could be swallowed quickly and given a chance to recover from my humiliation. I lowered my hands, picked up my beer and downed another half before I turned in my stool to the man next to me. It was a good thing I'd taken the drink and set my beer down. He was wearing a tux. I don't know where he might have come from or what he was doing wearing one there, but my first thought was that James Bond didn't make a tux look that good. The second thing that caught my eye was the full head of silver-white hair. But incongruous to that was the smooth, very young-looking skin. Then he turned to me and his piercing blue eyes and killer smile made me forget everything else. "Um, hi. I'm Caty and if you wouldn't mind excusing me, I'm going to go over there and hope that the floor will swallow me whole." Without looking, I picked up my glass of beer and downed the rest of it, then turned to make my escape. Unfortunately for me the god-like man next to me had another idea. I felt a gentle hand on my arm and turned back. "I think perhaps they've taken out all the trap doors on this floor. I believe those particular tricks are all up on the third." I felt a hysterical bubble of laughter rise and tried valiantly to push it back into place. I thought there was a chance he was making fun of me, but I didn't know for sure. They may well have had some sort of trapdoor thing but I wasn't going to be that adventurous, one way or the other. "Oh, well. I've never been here before, so I suppose I wouldn't know that. Do you think, perhaps, there's another place I could go to be swallowed up and then I could stop feeling like a complete fool?" He pretended to consider my words for a moment. "Well, Caty, I'm not sure about being swallowed up by the building, but perhaps you might consider going over to that sofa over there and sitting with me to talk for a bit instead?" I blinked at him. He had to be making fun of me now. No way this god would want to talk to me after I made such a fool of myself. But he stood up and held his hand out to me. Not knowing a graceful way to get out of it, I took his hand and went with him. The sofa he'd pointed at was in one of the few quiet corners in the room. It was nestled under the stairwell, by the elevator, so that it was fairly private. It was here he led me, and he settled down on one end of the sofa. When I tried to sit on the far other end, however, he simply stood up, picked me up and set me next to him, so that we were actually touching. My nerves were already frayed, and being this near to him had my heart pounding in my chest. He smelled divine. I hadn't noticed it earlier, but being this close to him, I caught a trace of something spicy that seemed to go very well on him. I shook my head, trying to focus back on what he was saying. "So, your friend and her husband brought you here?" I nodded. "Anna and Charlie thought it would be good for me. Apparently, they'd decided I've been alone for too long. But you don't want to hear about that. I haven't even caught your name." "Well, perhaps that's because I didn't throw it." And despite myself, I laughed. He took a sip of his beer, then handed it to me. "Have a sip. My full name is Seosamh, but it's a bit hard to pronounce. I tend to stick with Joe." I dutifully took a sip of the beer before handing it back to him. "Now, you've caught my name, and I do want to hear about it, but if you don't want to talk about it, that's okay, too. I'm also here because of my friends. Mine are Gene and Suzan, though. I don't know an Anna and Charlie, at least not a married couple. They also thought I've been alone too long. That is, Gene and Suzan, not your Anna and Charlie. As I don't know them, I don't think they could know how long I've been alone, then could they?" I laughed, I couldn't help myself. "No, I supposed not." While he talked, he rested his hand over mine where it was sitting on my knee. He'd been tracing tiny circles on the top of my hand and despite myself, I was starting to get uncomfortable. I couldn't possibly be getting turned on by a man I'd met and humiliated myself in front of only a few moments before. He set his beer on a table and shifted on the sofa so that he was facing me more. I didn't want to look like I wasn't interested when I very much was, so I, too, shifted so that I faced him better. This brought our legs into more contact which only succeeded in making it harder for me to breathe. When I tried to back up, though, he simply pulled me closer to him. I started to feel very warm, and wondered yet again what the hell I was doing there. But I looked into the eyes of the man next to me and realized that I liked him already. Dangerous perhaps, but maybe I didn't have to be so nervous. Maybe I'd never see this guy again. Maybe I would just end up having sex with him, easing some of the tension even I had to admit I had and that would be it. So, I made a concerted effort to relax. I took a deep breath and my nostrils filled with the spicy male scent of him yet again. I felt myself beginning to get seriously aroused. My eyes must have reflected something about it, because he pulled me a little closer. "Maybe we don't need to talk. Or perhaps there's something else we might do first. You know, something to ease the tension." He leaned in and before I knew what was happening, I felt his lips on mine. They felt wonderful. Strong, sure, they coaxed mine open and then I felt his tongue touching mine. Just lightly, just barely, but it was enough to send a serious jolt through me. I felt his hand move up my back and pull me closer to him and I wound my fingers through his hair. The kiss deepened and I felt sex begin swell and get wet. His other arm went around me and the next thing I knew, I was across his lap, my arms twined around his neck and our mouths almost fused together. When my lungs screamed for air, we broke apart. He seemed to be having as much trouble as I just simply breathing. He rested his forehead against mine as we caught our breath. I couldn't think of a single possible coherent thing to say, so instead I did the next best thing. I slanted my lips over his and kissed him again. He seemed perfectly happy with this and as I ran my tongue along his lips, he opened to me and our tongues once more warred. I felt his hand slide around and move up the front of my dress and then he was cupping one of my breasts in his hand. I couldn't help the moan that escaped at the feeling of another person's hands on me. It had been so long. He tweaked a nipple through the thin black gauze of the dress and the even thinner black lace of my bra and couldn't help pushing myself further into his hand. We broke apart once more and he shifted me so that I was cradled in his arms. This kiss was gentle, and he began nibbling his way down my face, over my chin and down my neck. My head fell back and I forgot all about where we were and the fact that we were practically strangers. I felt his lips trace small lines over the swell of my breasts, then he tugged at the neckline and captured one nipple in his mouth. I moaned again, louder this time and while he continued to nibble and suck, his other hand found the hem of my skirt. He slowly raised it enough to slide his hand under it. He made a hum of pleasure in his throat as he came to the top of my stockings. Then his fingers found my sex, and I lost all coherent thought once more. I'd worn the sexiest lingerie I owned just in case I found myself with someone who might actually want to do something. My stockings were black and held up by a black lace garter belt. This was over a pair of split crotch panties. The black lace bra I had on matched the rest. So when his fingers found my pussy, he realized I also had no real barriers between us. It was then I became aware that he, too, was seriously aroused, as there was no mistaking the hard cock I felt against my bottom. Our lips met again and he traced the seam on the outside of my already wet pussy with his fingers. I'd been leaking juices for some time now. He parted the lips of my pussy with his fingers and I felt the ghost of a touch over my clit. I moaned again, my head lying back on his shoulder. My legs fell open more and then I felt one of his fingers begin to enter me. Just one, it was more arousing than fulfilling, and I made a small sound of frustration in the back of my throat. I moved on his lap, I couldn't help it. I was already aroused beyond reason and I needed more, I needed him. He didn't disappoint. He turned me so that I straddled his hips, then reached between us. A moment later, I felt his hard cock slide along my pussy's lips before slipping inside. "Please, Caty..." his voice was strained, and I had no wish to put it off further. Strangers I lowered myself to him and when I felt the head of his cock enter me, I pushed down, inch by inch, until I was fully seated. He filled me incredibly and it was insane how well we fit together. "Dear God, you feel good." He whispered into my ear, then he turned and caught my lips in another searing kiss. Unable to keep myself still, I began moving. My hands rested on his shoulders to steady myself and he held me, his arms around and up my back to anchor me by my shoulders. He thrust up into me as I rode him, meeting me stroke for stroke and it didn't take long until I could feel my first orgasm starting to take me. He pumped harder and faster and I leaned down and bit his shoulder as it built. "Oh, God, Joe..." I rode him harder, he plunged into me and then it hit. "I'm coming. Oh God, I'm coming." It was nearly a screech, I was sure, but I couldn't really tell and didn't care. "That's it baby. Come for me, let me feel you." He murmured the words into my ear and I could do very little but hold on as his strokes continued to fill me, prolonging my orgasm. I screamed into his shoulder again and again as the waves of pleasure crashed through me. My body convulsed around him, my pussy squeezing his cock as it pounded into me. Finally, my muscles started to relax and I slowed just a bit. He wasn't through with me, though. He grabbed my ass in his hands and slouched further down onto the couch. Instead of up and down, I was now sliding back and forth along the length of his cock and this new position rubbed my clit at the same time. With his hands on me, guiding me, I couldn't control it and that alone was arousing. A moment later, I felt my climax build again and I shuddered with the strength of it. Then he was sitting up, I was turned and he plunged into me from behind. I was bent over the arm of the sofa and Joe started pounding into me. I met him, thrust for thrust, sucking his cock into my pussy, desperate for more. I heard him moan behind me before I lost it yet again. A minute later, he was out of me, turning me once more before filling my pussy once more, this time facing me. His lips crashed onto mine and my legs went around him. My arms wrapped around his back and held him to me. His strokes became erratic and I knew he was close. I held on tight, tilting my hips to give him deeper access and was surprised when my own climax snuck up on me one more time. As I flew off the edge, I felt him bite down on my neck, muffling his own shout as he came hard, emptying himself into me, filling me with his seed. We lay there a moment, neither willing to move, trying to absorb the enormity of what we'd just done, how it had felt. He kissed the place he'd bitten me gently, over and over again. "I'm sorry," he whispered, but I just responded with a quiet 'shhh.' I kissed his cheek, his neck, anywhere I could reach, smoothing his hair back as he was doing with me. He leaned up to kiss my lips, gently, slowly, sensually. I couldn't breathe with the feelings a kiss like that stirred in me and I tried desperately to remind myself that this was just sex. He would very likely never see me after this. We would very likely part ways after this and never see each other again. It didn't feel right, though, as I tried to convince myself of this. Something felt more right than wrong about him, and I decided to force away the thoughts and just enjoy him. "I don't want to move, but you must be uncomfortable." I felt, more than heard his words. I smiled at him, then blushed. "Actually, no. It feels good...you feel good." He considered me a moment. "Then perhaps we shouldn't be in too much of a rush to part." He kissed me again and my heart thudded in my chest. "But I supposed we do need to sit up, hmm?" He smiled now, and I laughed. "I suppose." He raised himself up and quickly adjusted his clothing. But when I thought he would simply sit up, he helped me reassemble myself and then lifted me as if I weighed almost nothing and settled me into his lap. "That's better." He said before kissing me again. We lost ourselves in the kiss for a moment, but then he pulled away. "That was incredible. But the next time I am inside you, we'll be naked and in a much more private place." It hadn't occurred to me that it would happen again. I stared at him a moment, my cheeks heating all over again. I couldn't imagine what a sexual relationship would be like with him. I think I'd probably explode. But before I could say much more, he began nibbling on my chin and my neck and I simply couldn't think. "How do you do that?" I whispered. "What?" He asked innocently. "Make me forget my name?" I was having a very difficult time of it, in that moment. The only name I could seem to come up with was his – Joe. He grinned evilly against my chest where he was currently placing random kisses. "I have no idea what you're talking about." His lips moved further down to kiss the swell of my breasts over the top of my neckline. I'd closed my eyes and was so wrapped up in what he was doing to me, that I had almost forgotten where we were. He seemed just as lost as I because a moment later, we both jumped at the sound of Anna's voice. "There you are!" I opened my eyes and struggled to sit up, but Joe wouldn't let me go. "Hi." I said shyly. "Hel-lo!" She grinned from ear to ear as she took in the scene. I blushed about ten shades of red and struggled once more to try to sit up. Joe only tightened his hold on me. Anna ignored my struggles and turned to Joe. "I am Anna." She held her hand out. I thought he might let go enough to shake her hand, but unfortunately not. I was back to wishing the floor would swallow me up. Charlie stood behind Anna with a leering grin on his face. "Hello, Anna. I'm Joe...Gene?" He asked as the couple behind Anna and Charlie made themselves known. "Hey, man. I see you caught yourself something pretty." He nodded toward me, then held his hand out. I shook it, still blushing. "Um, Caty. Nice to meet you." A moment later, we'd all shaken hands with each other and in the realm of small worlds discovered that the couple that had brought him – his best friend Gene and his wife Suzie – were the very couple that Anna and Charlie were meeting there. "Well, isn't this a coincidence?" Joe held onto me firmly, but this time, I felt better for it. In the face of two other couples, it felt good to know that he wanted me with him. "Instead of two couples and a two extra wheels, we've got three full couples." Anna's face shone. I didn't want to tell her that Joe and I weren't really a couple per se, that we'd only just exchanged names and had sex. Joe, on the other hand, seemed to have a different idea of it altogether. Suzie grinned. "So, um, it looks like Caty is still getting used to things. Perhaps we'd all be a bit more comfortable somewhere else?" Joe nodded. "Excellent idea. My place isn't too far. Let's go there." He finally let me go and I stood. I tried to straighten out my dress, but it was hopeless. Joe leaned in to me. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. I don't think they care." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and I walked with him and the others toward the door, 'sweetheart' ringing in my ear. "Oh, I have a coat here." I headed toward the coat check and Joe went with me. When the locker opened and the girl handed my coat to me, Joe offered to carry it. I stared at him a minute and began wondering if perhaps I was simply dreaming. He smiled at me and I handed it to him, determined, if it was a dream, I'd just damned well enjoy it. We stepped through the doors to the entryway and I studiously avoided the guy behind the counter. The other two smiled at me, though, then one of them gave me a wink and I blushed. Did I have the words, "I JUST HAD SEX IN A PUBLIC PLACE" written in red across my forehead? Out in the cooler evening air, I took a deep breath. I turned to say something to Joe, though I had no idea what, when a limo pulled up at the curb. He pulled me with him up to the car, and stood a moment as the chauffer opened the door. I looked from him to Anna, but it appeared they were going, too. With a minute shrug, I stepped into the limo and settled into a seat. Joe took the spot next to me, Anna and Charlie across from me and Gene and Suzie next to them. I shouldn't have been surprised when Gene placed a hand on Anna's leg, but I was. This was a lot for me to take in all at once. I had no idea where we were going for sure, I had no knowledge of the man next to me except that he was a hell of a bed partner, that he was Irish with a good sense of humor and liked the same beer I did. What I did know for sure was that I liked him, my best friends were here and that the evening wasn't over. And I was glad of it. Strangers It was a typical Wednesday night after work. I'd met up with the guys for our weekly bowling league. As we usually did after finishing, we'd gone into the bar for a couple of beers before heading home. What wasn't typical, was I noticed the same rather attractive woman sitting at the bar again. I had seen her last week sitting in what I thought might have been the very same stool by the bar. Then...she'd been wearing a tight fitting, deep cut "V" neck tee shirt that had hinted at a considerable amount of cleavage, along with a tight pair of white slacks that likewise hinted at very long legs. She had smiled at me, and I had smiled back. But nothing came of it. Even when she finished her drink, walked to the door, she had stopped for a moment looking back at me, smiling again. And then left. I had sat there wondering, "Was that an invite?" I decided it was my own imagination working overtime, and remained in the booth with my buddies, enjoying another beer before I left heading for home. Walking down into the covered parking, I actually did look around for her, but she wasn't there. I shook my head deciding it had been nothing more than wishful thinking on my part, and drove home. Now, a week later, here she was again. This time wearing what appeared to be a peasant blouse, her shoulders bare, another hint at her full breasts simply by the way her blouse fell over them. She was also wearing jeans this time, which looked damn sexy on her. With dark shoulder length hair, smoldering dark eyes, which must have been brown in color, we sat smiling at one another again, nodding heads in some sort of mutual greeting. Though who she was, or why she was there eluded me. I certainly hadn't seen her bowling out there, and I know I would have noticed had she been. For whatever reason, she was just simply sitting at the bar and I surmised that she perhaps lived or worked close to the bowling alley, and simply stopped in for a quick drink before going home. And, just as she'd done last week, she finished her drink, passing by the booth we were sitting in, and smiled at me once again, this time allowing her eyes to linger a bit, actually traveling down between my legs as though she had x-ray vision and could see through the tabletop. She passed by heading towards the door. I followed her turning, trying not to be too obvious about it in front of my friends. Once again she stopped at the doorway, briefly looking in my direction, and then headed off down the stairs towards the underground parking area. "Well guys...sorry to cut this short tonight, but I have an early morning meeting that I need to go home and prepare for!" And though they tried to get me to stick around for "just one more beer," I declined, and then stood telling them all goodnight, and made my way down the steps towards the covered parking area. Only a minute or so behind her, I hoped that I'd at least catch her driving out and then have some idea of what car she was driving so I could look for it next week. If in fact she even came here again. I needn't have worried. She was waiting for me. Oddly enough, she was standing next to her car on the driver's side. Parked at the far end of the underground lot where the lights weren't quite so bright. Very few cars were parked anywhere's near close to hers either, another oddity. And though it was a reasonably safe neighborhood, especially this early in the evening, I found it strange that she would have purposely parked where she had. My own car considerably closer as I began heading towards it...sort of. My head still turned towards her, looking for some sort of further invite, or purpose for her to be standing there watching me. "Waiting for me?" I then asked myself. She was driving a black Toyota Avalon, nice car and I likewise noticed it had fairly dark tinted windows. As I continued to angle over towards my car, she stepped around hers towards the trunk. Her movement alerting me to the fact she had been waiting for me, so I changed direction and began heading her way. She smiled upon seeing that, stepping back around to the driver's side of the car though without getting in. Only this time, she opened the door...the door to the backseat, not the front. "Get in," she said simply nodding for me to do the same on the passenger side. So I did. I slid in next to her on the backseat, closing the door as the overhead lights winked out. "Hi," I said curious... "Hi, let me see your cock." "Wow!" I laughed nervously, now wondering if I wasn't on some sort of Candid camera program or something. "Shouldn't we at least introduce ourselves first?" I asked. "No...no names. I don't want to know your name, or tell you what mine is either. What I do want...is to see your cock. Unless of course you're not interested. If you're not, then we need to part company, here and now." I wasn't even hard yet...though in moments I knew I would be. I began to unbuckle, which is when she leaned over, taking over for me, pushing my hands away. "No, let me," she said forcefully as I gave it up and allowed her to finish unbuckling my jeans, likewise unzipping my fly as her hands then dove in, seeking and immediately finding my still somewhat flaccid cock...taking it out. "I like it when they're not fully hard yet," she smiled...putting me at ease just a little. "I like watching, making them grow," she then added as she continued to fondle it, even waggling it about a little, still floppy-soft, though what she was doing still felt really nice. Of course, the fact that a very attractive, nameless woman was actually fondling my cock to begin with was nice all by itself. And...it was quickly getting hard too. "Oh yes, very nice...very, very nice!" She said obviously pleased as my prick soon stood fully erect within her still caressing hands. "Do you...come a lot?" She now asked curiously. "Ah...sometimes, I guess...yes." "Good, I like watching a nice hard cock spurt...love seeing it, especially if they squirt a lot, so hopefully you will," she said as she now began to purposely pump my prick up and down. Let me know when you're getting close," she told me. Just a few more precious minutes of this, and I would be. Still sitting there in disbelief as this attractive woman, this stranger, sat in the back seat of her car jerking me off. "I'm ah...getting pretty fucking close," I warned her, hearing her chuckle. "Good...you're not a prude at least. I was hoping you wouldn't be. I like talking dirty, filthy, and I love hearing it, so glad you're not queasy or shy about saying fuck," she stated, though now she surprised me further as she suddenly quit working my cock. I was milliseconds away from shooting my load, though she'd worked a bit of magic on my balls too, suddenly delaying the inevitable. Now she sat back in her seat again and reached down, removing the blouse she had on. I sat mesmerized, watching her as she did so, now reaching around back, unclasping her bra which came away in her hands. She had gorgeous, incredible tits that were now revealed to me. Twin globes, fairly good-sized, at least a "C" cup by my quick evaluation that hung heavy against her chest. Each one was capped by a rather large areola, dark in color, almost the size of a small pancake, and alluring as hell. I'd never seen larger areolas on anyone, not to mention her thumb-sized nipples, which were hard, sticking out a good inch, or so it seemed. She reached up, taking each one in her fingers, pinching them and rolling them around. She had even held onto them, stretching them, lifting her heavy breasts away from her ribcage as she did so. "Fuck!" I moaned audibly watching her do this, once again hearing her chuckle. "Making you horny is it? Watching me play with my own tits?" "Hell...I mean, fuck yes," I amended, going for the more decadent term since she obviously enjoyed hearing that. "Make you squirt even bigger for me then? Maybe?" "No doubt," I moaned feeling my cock throb now with eager anticipation. Once again she reached over taking it in her hands, squeezing it. As she did, a rather nice dollop of pre-cum fuck juice emerged from the head. She smeared it around the super-sensitive head of my dick, thumbing it. "Like that?" She asked, the lust easily being heard in her tone of voice now, as she did so again...now smearing the next bubble of juice directly against and onto her thick hard nipples. "Oh fuck," was all I could moan by way of an answer, though once again pleasing her that I'd said that. "I'm really looking forward to watching you drench my tits," she informed me. "I so love seeing a man's hard fucking cock spurting, squirting...nice and messy, creamy...all over these," she said now wrapping them around my prick as she began using those to masturbate me with. "If you cum a lot...we may do this again next week." I was suddenly glad I hadn't had sex, or even jerked off in three days now. As horny as I was, and as good as this felt...I was pretty confident I'd give her what she was hoping for. Once again, I warned her I was nearly there. This time, she just grinned, expectantly, though she went back to using her hand, now aiming it directly at her tits. "Squirt for me baby, spunk me...cream my tits, drench them, saturate them, spurt all over me sweetie, cum for me!" I was only too happy to oblige. The first rope of semen shot out of the end of my dick so forcefully that it actually took her by surprise. She squealed delightedly upon seeing it, squeezing my dick again in a most delightful way, almost as though cutting it off, building pressure again before releasing, pumping, which quite naturally produced another equally copious discharge against her tits. Once again she cried out in delight, aiming my prick against her tits, unloading what felt like a deluge of spunk splattering against them. Even when the forceful jettisons of cream seemed to diminish, she continued slapping my still gurgling cock against her nipples quite hard. Spittle's of cum juice flying everywhere as she continued to milk my cock, now rubbing the head of it directly against her hard swollen nipples. Now satisfied, she sat back, surveying the damages, obviously pleased. Rivers of spunk ran down between her breasts, some clinging now to the gentle slopes of each, hanging like icicles melting, droplets falling, now staining her jeans. She didn't seem to mind, and actually took delight in that as well, though she quickly speared some of the still flowing rivers, re-adding that back to her breasts again. "You own a cock-ring?" She now asked, still fondling her breasts, massaging in my spunk to them as she sat there. I knew what one was, but I didn't have one. "No...I don't," I said simply, my cock still sticking out, though it had now gone flaccid just a bit, happy and content, another bubble of cum clinging to the tip. She saw that, swiped it up with her finger and sucked it off. "Hmmm, tasty. Get one. Wear it next week...while you bowl," she informed me. "Same place...same time then," she said and simply reached over, opening her car door. She didn't even bother to cover up, her discarded blouse and bra still sitting in the back seat as she now opened her driver's door, sliding in. I now opened mine, stepping out after buckling and zipping myself up. It was hard to see her behind the tinted windows, though she now electrically rolled my window half way down. It was hot as hell seeing her sitting there behind the steering wheel, bare breasted, her tits actually glistening. "I need to go. Be here...next week, and don't forget the cock-ring!" With that, she rolled the window back up, started the car, and within seconds began backing out. I stepped away, watching, just getting the briefest of glimpses at her now as the front of the car faced me. The windows weren't nearly as darkly tinted, and it was quite obvious she was sitting there naked, or at least topless behind the wheel. She obviously didn't care, driving off moments later, leaving me to stand there and finally ask myself. "What the fuck just happened?" ** It seemed like an eternity before the next week came around again. I found I'd been anxiously looking forward to it more than I thought. Between girlfriends at the moment, last week had been for me, a nice pleasant surprise. Obviously no strings, no commitment, though it was weird not having any real knowledge as to who she was, if she was married etc. I made a mental note to have a look at her hands this time, though after what she'd done last week, her being married wouldn't have fazed me either. If all she wanted was to give me a nice sloppy hand-job and have me squirt all over her tits, I was good with that. I had pulled into the underground parking garage, immediately looking over to where she had parked last time, though her car wasn't there. What bothered me however, was how full the lot was, even this early. I soon discovered that in addition to the weekly league, some company had planned a bowling party for their employee's, so all the lanes were busy and in use. I began bowling, trying to keep an eye out for her, but I never did. And unfortunately, because of that, I really wasn't concentrating on my game either. I think I bowled the worse I ever had, my buddies initially joking about it, but then as things progressed, and got worse, they began giving me the evil-eye, grumbling. "What the hell's up with you tonight Steve? You're way off your game here. Something bothering you?" One of my friends asked. "Just work, got a lot going on at the moment, a lot on my mind. Sorry that I let you guys down," I said as we began picking up, putting our balls away, and preparing to head back into the bar for our after game drinks. Though the guys weren't nearly as jovial tonight as they usually were. All because of me. And...as we entered the bar, I likewise noticed "she" wasn't there, wasn't in her seat, or anywhere's else for that matter either. Though it was busy, more so than usual with so many having come here to bowl tonight. Dejected, disappointed even, the guys took that as my own guilt at having let the team down tonight. "Don't worry about it Steve, happens to all of us one time or another. "You'll get it back next week...we'll cream those guys!" I was thinking cream, but not the way he'd meant it when suddenly I looked up, saw her walk in through the other door, stopping briefly at the cigarette machine. She bought a pack, lifted it out of the tray and looked at me, smiled briefly and then sauntered by going out the opposite doors. The ones leading to the steps, which in turn led to the underground garage. I stood up, not even bothering to finish my beer. "Once again, sorry I let you guys down tonight," I stated, and then bid them all a goodnight, walking out acting...and perhaps even looking dejectedly, though inside...I was grinning from ear to ear, my heart already beating wildly, the cock in my pants hardening, though it had been that way a good portion of the evening. Especially having purchased, and still wearing that cock ring she'd asked me to get. I walked down the stairs immediately looking over to where she had parked the last time, but her car wasn't there of course, someone else's car was, though like I said, it was pretty busy tonight. I glanced about, now spotting it...more towards the middle, sandwiched between two other cars. Not a good thing. But I also noticed upon doing that, the nearest overhead light was out. Whether she had done that herself, or was lucky enough to have parked closer towards it would remain a mystery. Though my own car was parked a goodly distance away from hers, I ambled over towards it, still not seeing her as she hadn't stepped out, though arriving, peering closely inside, I could see she was already in the backseat waiting for me. Sure enough the door wasn't locked as I took a quick furtive peek about ensuring no one was watching me when I did this. I opened the door, slid in. She already had her blouse and bra off. "Don't have as much time tonight, also...it's pretty damn busy too," she added actually sounding a little nervous, which was a surprise to me. But then she smiled and seemed to settle down some, already fingering her hard tipped nipples with her hands looking at me. "Well? You wearing it?" I smiled back, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped. I hadn't worn any briefs, my cock now hard as a rock, the cock ring nicely settled, fitting around the base. She almost seemed to purr looking at it before reaching over to fondle my extremely hard, extremely swollen dick. Even the head of my cock seemed bigger, the head swollen purple like a plum. "Oh yes...very good, very nice. Nice big hard fucking cock!" She stated. "Going to come nice and big for me again?" She asked hopefully. "Count on it," I answered. "I didn't even cum once since last week," I told her honestly. "I was saving it all for this." That one she truly grinned at. "Very nice," she said again. "And since you've done that for me...I'm going to do something a little special for you tonight as well, though like I said, we don't have quite as much time as I would like...especially where we are, so closely parked and all. But...I've been anxious, and thinking about this all week myself," she paused as she then reached down, easily sliding the far more comfortable looking pair of slacks she had on, that obviously had an expanded waist, allowing her to remove them quite easily. Like me...she wasn't wearing any underwear either. And I was surprised upon seeing her pussy. Unlike most women these days, though trimmed, shortly cropped, she had more of the traditional furred little triangle. Dark haired, matching perfectly the color of her own long flowing hair. She now scooted over more towards the corner, facing towards me, one leg on the floor, the other up on the seat as she reached down, spreading herself, showing me her swollen, slick looking labia, and what appeared to be a rather nice sized clit, equally stiff and glistening with honey dew. "Ok, jerk it off...squirt on me. Here," she said spreading herself even more, giving me a glimpse of the dark recess of the unknown hidden passage between her legs. "I want you to squirt all over my cunt...bathe me in it tonight, make me messy as all fuck, so I can feel it dripping between my legs as I drive home tonight." I began doing just that, working my cock, taking some measure of delight in doing so for her, jerking myself off while she watched, while she in turn played with her clit, pinching and pulling on it much like she had her nipples the week before. I could hear her now too, the sounds of her super-slick juicy pussy as she shoved her fingers inside, working herself now. The obscene squishy noises she was making, which I now added to. Squeezing my own dick, producing some nice lubrication, smearing that around myself, slicking up my own cock, purposely milking it, squishing it so that she could hear the sounds my own cock was now making in addition to her own. "Oh yeah, perfect! I like hearing that. Almost more than speaking dirty, just listening to your cock getting squishy is almost as good as hearing you say fuck, cunt, or cock." "How about prick? Pussy? Snatch? Twat?" I offered, seeing her smile, hearing her as she pounded her cunt even more than she had been. "Perfect," she said again. "Only hurry...I need to see it, watch you...feel it. Feel you spraying my cunt...my snatch, my pussy...my twat," she repeated back. "I need to feel you fucking coming all over me!" "Damn!" I said then, glancing up, seeing someone else having entered the garage area, actually heading our way. "What?" "Someone's...someone's coming this way!" I informed her sinking back down in my seat a little. Even with the tinted windows, anyone purposely looking over, and then in...could still see movement. Strangers "I don't care...keep going, I'm too fucking close!" She told me. "Do it damn it! Jerk it off! Squirt on me...squirt on me while I come!" If anything, it made the situation more intense, more exciting, perhaps the danger of discovery, especially as the other guy reached his car, the one on the other side of the car parked next to us, though he'd only given her car...this car, a cursory glance before opening his door, slipping inside and then starting it. Doing as she'd asked, I had slid over, kneeling again, aiming my cock directly at her cunt while I fisted it, felt the surge...and then the release. In seconds, I was once again spurting out an even more copious discharge of spunk all over her pussy. The fact that she had a triangle of hair between her legs made it even more obscene, splashing against it, clinging to it, though quite a bit of it actually landed inside, directly against her clit, not to mention one or two shots, almost perfectly disappearing inside that deep dark hole she was now offering to me as a target. "Yes! Yes! Spurt inside me, fill my cunt, squirt in it!" She cried out quite audibly. Had she done so before the guy had started up his car, only then backing out, I was fairly confident he might have heard her as she released, climaxing...thrashing about wildly even there in the back seat as her orgasm claimed her. "Here...give it here," she told me...pulling me closer, rubbing the head of my prick up and down her slick, messy split, tickling her now somewhat sensitive clit with it even then. I started to ease forward, wondering, but she pulled away, answering that question. "No! That's the one thing I can't...and won't do!" She said simply. "If this isn't enough for you..." she left off saying. "No, it is...I only thought that maybe..." "Sorry, no maybes...not ever. Everything else yes...just not that," she said almost sadly, meaning it. "Now...I have to go," she said again, almost as apologetic. "Next week?" "Yeah, sure," I said zipping up, putting things away, though I noticed again she didn't bother dressing at all, this time getting out of the car entirely naked, slipping into the front seat again. "I like the cock-ring. Do it again next week. And I promise, next week, we'll have more time, and next week...but only if you wait an entire week without coming again, I promise you something even more special. Think you can do that?" "I'll try," I told her, not making any promises. The past week had been hard enough, I wasn't so sure I wanted...or even could do it again. Especially after all this. I was cataloging new masturbation material here. "Well try...and be honest with me. If you can, and if you do...I promise, I'll make it worth your while." And with that, I stood there once again watching her drive away. The image of her cum-splattered cunt, semen dripping down between her legs as she did so, already giving rise to a second, equally needful erection. "Fuck...a whole week?" I stood there asking myself. "Worth my while?" I decided then, come hell or high water, I was going to do it. ** If I thought the last week had been nuts, this one was far worse! More than once, I'd been tempted to throw in the proverbial towel, wank myself off, and then lie to her about it if I had too. But somehow, each time as I began, something would come over me, and I'd stop. I don't know why...but I knew I couldn't lie to her. Maybe I could lie to my ex-wife, after all, she'd lied to me on several occasions, especially about her affair, which had led to our divorce in the first place. But I knew as I more than once, put my hard stiff cock away, I wouldn't lie to her...my mystery woman, my sexy, cum-slut stranger. Wednesday still didn't come fast enough when I showed up for bowling. Though thankfully, I was full of energy, bowled my best game ever in fact, even earning a patch, much to the elation and congratulation of my teammates. Yeah, we creamed them all right, the first place team even, taking all three games along with total pins. It was a good night...and about to get a whole lot better! She was sitting in her usual place. One very brief quick glance in my direction was all she gave me however. A thin wisp of a smile edging the corners of her mouth. She sat contentedly sipping on her drink, perhaps aware that my buddies weren't about to let me go quite as early as I had been lately, celebrating our fantastic victory over our rivals, not to mention having bowled a hundred and fifty pins over my three game average! By the time I had finished my second beer, I was more than ready to call it a night. "Sorry guys...as fun as this was, early day again tomorrow for me. Need to head home and get some sleep." I was waved off with cheers and fanfare, actually making it to the door before she did. This time, stopping briefly, smiling as she smiled back, only then slipping off her stool as I started heading down the stairwell. Her voice caught me as I reached the bottom. "Anxious? A little excited are we?" She asked. I turned looking up the stairs as she continued heading down. I laughed, shaking my head at her as she did so. She had pulled the blouse she was wearing up and over her breasts, no bra...her boobs full, bare, and wonderfully decadent as they bounced a bit with each footfall on the stairs. "Aren't you worried about being seen?" I asked, though no one was about, the parking garage once again more like it normally was. Just a sprinkling of cards spread out all over the place. Her car too I noticed, back in its more familiar spot. "Take your cock out," she told me. "Even if it's not hard yet. I want to see it...watch you walk back to the car with me, while it grows." So simple an act. And yet...so erotic, so hot, so fucking fun. I unzipped, fishing out my prick, which was already half way there now, and no doubt would be, long before we reached her car. Even when another car came down the ramp into the parking terrace, neither of us hurried our step, nor did I even try to hide the now raging pole sticking out in front of me, though thankfully, whoever it was, spotted an empty stall far closer to the stairs, pulling in there a good distance away from us. We walked side-by-side, she looking over and down at me, taking pleasured delight in MY now dancing, bouncing prick, she too, breasts still fully exposed as she remotely unlocked her doors, walking around to the driver's side, though once again sliding into the back seat, just as I did. "So...you save it for me? All of it?" She asked, and then smiled, before I could even respond to that. "You really did...didn't you?" "I did...yes," I smiled almost proudly, now damn fucking glad I had somehow managed to get through the week without even coming once. "Well, since you have...since you did, just for me. I'm going to give you a very special treat tonight then," she informed me, and then had me take off every stitch of clothes I had on, just as she did. Swinging me around, almost full out on the back seat, she knelt down on the floor beside me, which was fairly easy for her to do, with as much backseat room as there honestly was. When she placed her mouth around and over my cock, I thought I was going to explode, way too early in fact. But after that initial onslaught and teasing, she settled down into an exploratory pleasuring that kept me hovering on the edge for what felt like an eternity. About the time I really did feel like my balls were going to explode, I felt her finger suddenly worming around my asshole. I knew then where she was headed with that, and actually found myself looking forward to it. Whenever I had felt that before, or whenever anyone had ever done that to me before, including my ex-wife, I never failed to have more of an intense, explosive orgasm. With her mouth still firmly clamped around me, I knew then what it was she was planning on doing to me. It had been a while. A long while...too long. "Holy fuck!" I exclaimed as I felt her finger suddenly spear my ass, wiggling about, touching caressing...and yeah, triggering my release. There was no fucking way she was going to be able to contain it all as I began spurting into her mouth. Sure enough, she had to back off some, though still sucking, taking it. When I was drained, stars still circling around inside my head, I finally felt her sit up, waiting on me. I opened my eyes as she leaned over, kissing me. And then much to my surprise, and certainly not expecting it, she opened her mouth, and my own semen poured into mine. Most, if not all of it. "Don't freak! Don't swallow either!" She suddenly demanded of me. "Spit it out into my cunt!" She then added. Not exactly used to having a mouth full of semen, even if it was my own...I waited patiently as she spun around on the seat herself, basically switching places with me. Only miraculously, she lifted her legs, almost all the way back towards her head. The gaping maw of her furred cunt looking at me, her hands coming around her legs, prying herself even more widely apart. "Now do it!" She told me. "Fill my fucking cunt with your cum!" I spit, drooled, spit and did just that, actually enjoying the vulgar, obscene sight as my own sperm flooded her pussy, some of it dripping into her hair again, though most of it actually sliding down that dark slippery slide into the darkest, deepest recess of her fuck tunnel. Only when I had managed to get most of it into, or onto her, did she then pull my head forward again. "Ok, now you can eat me...suck my clit, and suck that fucker hard too!" ** She was right about one thing, this time she wasn't in any big hurry to leave just yet. Even as others came down into the parking garage, we continued to sit there, content...talking, still playing a little as she worked at getting me hard once again. "I want to jerk you off again before I leave," she told me, and then asked. "By the way...those guys you bowl with?" "Yeah?" "You trust one of them? I mean totally? Implicitly?" "One yes...why?" I asked. "Bring him down stairs with you next time," she said. "Don't worry...it's not really what you think, but I think you'll enjoy it, even more than you realize at the moment. And I'm pretty sure...he will too, as long as he keeps his mouth shut. And also...don't tell him too much about me either, don't point me out to him even in the bar. He'll see me soon enough." "Ok," I hesitated, and then thought about it, smiling. It would sort of be nice, finally getting to share this with someone, had I just told the guys what had been going on, none of them would have ever believed me. Now at least...I'd have a witness if and when the whole story finally did come out. "Next week then." "Yeah, see you then." I stood, watching her drive off, once again naked behind the wheel, only then realizing my twice spent dick was still hanging out. I stuffed it back inside my pants lest someone see me standing there, and have me arrested for indecent exposure. ** I had called Mike, my best friend the day before we were to meet at the bowling alley, and filled him in. At first, he like the others would have, thought I was pulling his leg. "Trust me Mike, I'm serious. Wait until you meet her...see her, see what she's into," I told him, though I had also told him everything else we had done together since the day I'd first met her. "You're serious!" "Very! But like I said...don't go getting your hopes up about anything either, and besides dude...you are married. And happily too yes?" "Yes, I am. But I don't think watching her and you is going to jeopardize my marriage, or any vows. So hell yes. I'll be there. When do we meet up with her anyway?" He asked. "Shortly after we finish bowling, after we've had a drink in the bar. I'll let you know then." It was almost funny. Mike had the worse game since he'd been bowling. And though I had a fairly decent game again myself, though not nearly as spectacular as the previous week, even with that, we won three out of four and remained on top of the standings. After we finished, we headed into the bar. She...was sitting at her stool, enjoying her drink as usual as we took our seats in our now almost reserved booth. I didn't even bother looking around, or indicating that I knew anyone. Mike however as about as nervous as they come, fidgeting in his seat, anxious to meet this mystery woman I had told him about. This time she was wearing a very short, black cocktail dress, that had a deep plunging neckline, revealing a goodly portion of her more than ample breasts. She glanced my way only briefly, and then stood, making her way past the table without looking over this time, or looking back for that matter. Even one of the other guys commented on her though as she walked by, noticing her for the very first time really. "Wow, there's a looker. And look at those long-assed legs. Wouldn't mind having those babies wrapped around my waist!" Everyone laughed at that of course, including me...and Mike, though he still had no clue as to who my mystery woman was yet either. "Finish you beer...time to go," I said quietly. He drained it, standing. "Sorry guys...but Steve's giving me a ride home. My cars in the shop, so I asked him to give me a lift over here after work, and then home tonight. And sorry that I didn't do so well tonight either," he added. After some assurances, and reminders about how shitty I'd done a couple of weeks back, and then how I'd come roaring back with a vengeance, we all said our goodnights as Mike and I then left the bar heading down the stairs into the parking garage. "Where is she?" He asked after we reached the bottom of the stairs. I looked over, her car parked in its usual place, only once again she was standing outside of it, looking towards us. "That...that her?" He asked only then realizing that had been the woman we'd all watched leaving the bar. "That's her! Come on!" We walked over the short distance towards her, reaching her moments later. "This your friend?" "Yeah, this is..." but she shut me off. "No names remember?" "Oh yeah...right, I almost forgot." "Shit man, you mean to tell me, you don't know her name?" He said eying her up and down. "Nope. That's how she wants it, and that's how it is," I said simply. "Wow," he mused, and then grinned. "That's' fucking hot!" "Yes it is...isn't it?" I agreed. "Take your cocks out, both of you. You..." she said turning to Mike. "You're welcome to jack off while you watch this, enjoy yourself, but no coming until I tell you, you can. And then I'll show you where you can...IF you want to. Understood?" I'd already filled him in about all that, so he wasn't too surprised about her attitude, or demands, though only now, I think the truth of what I had told him, was finally actually sinking in. "Yeah, ok...sure, whatever you want," he said simply. I was surprised by my own boldness to though, not really thinking about it until now. Taking out my hard cock, in front of my friend, and not even being shy about it when I did. Though after watching us for a bit, watching this lovely beautiful stranger getting down on her knees, right there by the side of the car, and sucking me off, Mike eventually took his out too, and began playing with it. "Keep one eye out for us though dude!" I told him, though standing where we were, we had a total and clear view of the entire parking garage. And though it might seem strange should anyone see us, the car pretty well hid the things she was doing to me, and what Mike was now doing to himself. Mike continued stroking his own cock, watching her as she sucked my dick. I noticed that as he did, he seemed to have a slightly bigger cock than I did, though that didn't seem to be of any real interest to her. Aside from occasionally looking over, watching him, she was content to fully pleasure me. "Remember, tell me when...both of you," she reminded. I was nearly there, though by the look on Mike's face, so was he. "Whenever you're ready for it," I told her. She grinned, and then stood, still half stooped over however, giving us both a very tempting target to aim at, down the front of her dress. "Seriously?" I asked. "Go for it!" She told me, telling us both in fact, as I then pointed, and moments later began launching a series of well placed, and copious jettisons of sperm. Some of which didn't quite make it down her dress, a lot of which actually splattered against the dark black material instead. I was surprised she was ok with that, but she seemed to be quite pleased with the rather decadent appearance of herself. "You ready now?" She asked turning towards Mike, just as he too began squirting off, and if not more so, saturating her dress even more than I had, with very little of it actually shooting off down between her breasts. She seemed rather pleased with the look however. Cum dripping everywhere, her black dress completely ruined by the looks of it. But all she did was stand there smiling at what we'd both done to her. "So, anything I can do?" I asked. She giggled. "Nope not this time...not really. I've already had two orgasms myself now, and will probably have one or two more on the way home tonight." She then lifted her dress, showing us both when she did, that she had a vibrator fully impaled inside herself, whirring and buzzing away, held there by the briefest of thongs. "See? I'm good. Now...time to leave, but...I ask before doing that, don't say anything to your other friends, just yet, promise?" We both did, and then as before, Mike and I stood watching her drive away. "Holy fucking shit! Did that really just happen?" I just stood there grinning. I knew exactly how he felt. ** I was surprised on the following week that she wasn't sitting inside the bar after we'd finished up bowling. I kept things to myself however, even when Mike drew me off to one side. "So...you meeting up with her again yes?" "I think so...I hope so," I told him, not really sure at this point. I even sat looking towards the other door, wondering if she'd come in that way again. But she never did. I finished my second beer, and decided it was time to head down to the garage, see if she was there. For some reason, I felt like...she wouldn't be. Even Mike seemed anxious for me, giving me a knowing look as I said goodnight to the guys and headed out. I breathed a sigh of relief however, spotting her car in the same exact spot, heading towards it. I gave an even bigger sigh when I realized she was sitting in the back seat waiting for me...naked. "You had me worried there for a moment," I told her slipping inside, already starting to take my own clothes off as she watched me, waiting before actually speaking. "Well, this will be our last time together," she announced. "What? Why?" "Because my husband and I are now even...well, sort of." "Ok, you lost me on that one. Your husband? What's...what's going on?" "I was planning on telling you everything tonight anyway," she then said. "After I do...I guess it will be up to you if we do anything tonight or not. Either way...it will be the last time." I was honestly sorry to hear that. Wednesday nights at the bowling alley would never be the same again. "Ok, spill it...tell me...everything." With a somewhat sad look on her face, even though she still looked sexy as hell laying there in the back seat of her car with nothing on, she began. I'm sure you've been wondering all this time...why you?" "Well yeah, admittedly I have. So...why me?" "Because it was your wife, my husband was having an affair with. Even though they aren't doing so any longer, as you may or may not be aware of." I had no idea who the guy was that she had been having an affair with, but I did know, for whatever reason it had actually broken off, even before my now ex-wife came and told me all about it, and that it was over with. Except for the fact, so was our marriage. Strangers "Wow...ok, so that explains a little anyway, but...why all this? And how come you wouldn't let me fuck you? Especially if that's what my ex, and your husband were doing. So why not?" "Two reasons. One...I signed a prenuptial agreement when we first got married. There's a couple of loopholes in it, which I'm using against my bastard of a husband for one. Unfortunately, the verbiage says verbatim, that I can't fuck anyone else...ever. Yeah, no shit, it actually says that in the agreement. So...to make sure I don't violate any of that, I don't. But...I'm not fucking him either. The way I see it, if he can fuck around, then so can I. But until the time comes he's willing to change the contract, he doesn't get to fuck me either. Oh sure...we'll do most everything else, as strange as this may sound, I really do love my husband. He's just a prick when it comes to this, and what he's done, even though he says he's sorry for doing it now. Tough shit. Until the day he changes our agreement, then no fuckee for him!" "Ok, so that's a little strange, but stranger still, does he know about the rest of it?" "Not really no. Not who of course, only that it's pretty obvious I am doing other things, short of "fucking" as the contract says. And that sort of pisses him off, a little anyway. Especially the other night when I came home with cum all over the new black dress he'd just purchased for me. But I also told him, that we were even now...again, sort of. I'd had an equal number of flings to his, according to what he'd confessed to me anyway. So...that's why this is our last night together. After this, we really are even." At least now I knew why she had picked me of all people, though I was at least also glad to hear, she wasn't running around doing this with a bunch of other guys either. "So in a way I guess, doing it this way, we both get a little revenge for what happened. But oddly enough...he's well...he's been acting a lot differently around me lately too." "Such as?" "I know you already think I'm pretty strange enough as it is, but now...coming home, especially since I don't wash the cum off me, make him see it, or even smell it, and won't have sex with him any other way. So he's been forced to do things...with me, while I'm still sticky, or crusty, however you want to put it, with your cum. Even though like I said, he doesn't know it's the ex-husband of the woman he was having his affair with. Not sure he'd enjoy knowing that too much. But...he has been, and is suddenly now sort of getting turned on by it. Last week, he was like a madman, seeing me in that dress, cum splattered all over it. Needless to say...he soon after, added his own to it. I threw it away of course, he can always buy me a new one." I laughed at that. If anything, this chick, this still nameless woman had balls. "Well, I'm still sorry this will be the last time then. I was just getting used to it, looking forward to it in fact...to you." "Yeah, me too," she said almost apologetically once again. "It was fun wasn't it? If not a little crazy, a little dangerous, and wild. But it really was fun. I've never done anything like this before in my entire life, believe it or not," she informed me. "Well, that goes for both of us then. Just wish..." "Yeah, I know. Me too. And I really am half tempted. But...I don't dare, not as things are set up, I could lose everything, and I do mean...everything. So. Until such time as things change, or until I can get him to amend our agreement, it has to be this way. I do hope you understand." "Well, I do and I don't. But, doesn't really matter much does it?" "Unfortunately...no. So, since this will be our last time together, I thought I'd let you decide what you want to do, short of...short of that anyway." I thought for a moment. "How about this? Does fucking you include your ass?" "I don't know...it might. As tempting as that sounds, I'd best not chance it. Fucking might be fucking, in either one. So probably not." "Damn!" She laughed. "Yeah...damn, I think I'd have enjoyed that with you. Even HE doesn't get that from me either!" "Well then, how about we finish the way we more or less started off then. How about you jerk me off, while I finger-fuck you, how's that sound? More or less fitting under the circumstances then, wouldn't you agree?" "I'd like that. And besides, I like watching you cum. I like watching it a lot, and I really am going to miss that. But yeah, cum all over me this time, head to toe, let him see me when I come walking into the house, bare-assed naked, with all your spunk still clinging to me. Maybe when he sees me like that this time, he'll want to do it too. Only...only my answer will be NO this time, not until he agrees to make some changes." "Works for me," I said to her. And then began toying with that very wet, juicy pussy of hers. ** We took it slow and easy, even kissing...something we hadn't done in addition to fucking. Eventually I laid her back on the seat, going down on her once more, this time taking my time, driving her nuts...wanting to leave her something to remember me by. She came hard...deliciously hard, and then did the same to me. This time she sucked my cock like there was no tomorrow, which in a sense, there wasn't for us. I came hard too. Spraying her liberally, just like she'd asked me, from head to toe. I had drenched her even more so than I had in the past. She was sticky with cum, smiling at me as some of it clung to her hair, matting it, drooling down the side of her face, to her breasts, tummy and on and on. She left it like that, as I dressed, as she once again climbed naked into the front seat. "See you again sometime?" I asked. "Maybe?" "I don't know...maybe, a lot depends. But you already know that. Maybe one day I'll come walking into the bar again, you never know. If I do, you'll know...things have changed, not sure how they'll change, or what it'll even mean if they do. But...if you see me again, you'll know. I watched her pull out, once again standing there watching her drive away. I didn't know if I ever would see her again. Especially not knowing who she was, where she lived. Hell, I hadn't even noted her fucking license plate. I turned headed towards my own car. I didn't tell her that our summer bowling league would be ending in three weeks. Perhaps it really didn't matter anyway. The likelihood of ever seeing her again was remote. Rather than heading over towards my car, I began making my way back up the steps towards the bar. I knew the guys would most likely still be there. I grinned, taking the stairs two at a time. I had a few stories to tell them about, plus...I had a witness when I did. But I also wondered, what would they think about joining a winter league? -End- Strangers When he stripped off my panties, I suppressed a shiver. I had never felt so naked before in my life. As his hands began to gently caress my breasts, I stood still, resisting the urge to cover myself the best I could with my hands. Even from behind my closed lids, I could feel all the eyes heavy on my body, judging, weighing. When he took my nipple in his mouth and it grazed it with his teeth I gasped in surprise, my pussy throbbing, the eyes forgotten. Taking advantage of the moment, his hands pressed me down until my back was against the mattress. I opened my eyes and found his, dark, warm and reassuring. His mouth came down on mine urgently, and as he leaned into me from between my legs, I could feel how excited he was. As his tongue worked over mine, his hand caressed my smooth, freshly shaved pussy. His fingers parted my pussy lips and my hips rose to meet him. I groaned against his mouth as his fingers entered me. My body relaxed and receptive, I opened my eyes and tipped my head back. A heavyset bearded man looked down on me, and was touching himself lightly. I felt myself grow wetter against my husband's fingers as they glided in and out of me. My hands stoked his back and I writhed against him hungrily. His free hand gently slapped my breast and then pinched my nipple, and I cried out against his mouth. Abruptly he pulled away and moved his body up towards my head. Gently he coaxed me my knees and sunk his hands into my hair, pulling my mouth on to his cock. I took him into my throat, all the way down, and felt his body twinge in pleasure. Slowly I drew my lips back off his shaft, my tongue trailing along the way. I flicked my tongue over the head of his cock, delighting in his sigh of ecstasy. As I worked his cock with my mouth, I felt a gentle hand slide against my pussy. It was soft, and I felt fingernails play gently against my skin. Gentle lips kissed my ass. I groaned against my husband's cock as I felt the carefully manicured fingers enter my pussy. The smooth warm lips continued to move over my ass, and I was nearly overwhelmed by all of the intense sensations. My mouth was pulled from my husband's dick, and he drew me up so I was kneeling with him on the mattress. I felt my mystery lover pull back as he wrapped his arms around me and crushed me to his chest. He kissed me deeply and I felt his cock slide between legs, probing the entrance of my pussy with the head of his cock. Another set of arms slid around me from behind, strong and thick, and I felt a beard tickle against my skin as a mouth kissed the back of my neck. I panted eagerly as I felt a thick cock press in between my ass cheeks. I continued to kiss my husband, as big warm hands groped my breasts and played with my nipples. The strange cock moved in between my ass cheeks, probing gently against my asshole. I knew I must be dripping wet against the head of my husband's cock. I felt the head of his cock pulled gently from my pussy and I whimpered disappointment. Looking down between us, I saw a small manicured hand wrapped around my husband's dick. Looking up, I took in the voluptuous blonde behind him working his cock and knew those hands had been the ones stroking my pussy only moments before. Such talented hands. My husband's arms eased up as I felt myself pulled backwards until I was positioned on all fours. Without warning, the thick cock that had been working over my ass entered my dripping pussy, hard and fast. I screamed loudly in pleasure and looked to my husband. His lids were half closed in pleasure, but I could see he was watching me and enjoying what he saw. I leaned forward and stretched myself until I could take the head of my husband's cock into my mouth. As the bearded man pounded my pussy from behind, I squealed in pleasure around my husband's cock. I felt the other woman cease stroking, and shift on the mattress. After a moment, her head was beneath mine, and I soon realized she was working his balls and ass, back and forth, with her tongue and her lips. Crazy with his arousal, my husband fucked my face with abandon. After a few minutes, I felt my husband pull out of my mouth with a growl. Pulling away from the blonde as well, he moved behind me, and I felt the bearded man pull out of my pussy. I watched as the bearded man moved to claim the sprawled out blonde in front of me. As he entered her pussy and placed her feet on his shoulders, I felt my husband spread the dripping juices from my pussy all over my ass. I knew he must be using them on his cock as well. Parting my ass checks, I felt my husband's cock press against my asshole. Usually he entered me anally slow and with tenderness, but he was on fire. Before I knew it, his entire cock was inside my ass. Thrusting hard, he drove a scream from me against the familiar mingling of pleasure and pain. His hand reached around and played with my clit, and before I knew it, I was overcome by the most powerful orgasm of my life. The blonde cried out as well, and our ecstatic noises filled the room and the ears of the other onlookers surrounding the bed. There was quite a crowd now, and their obvious arousal while watching us pushed me over the edge into another orgasm. Even though he held out as long as he could, I knew my husband couldn't last long when he was deep inside my tight ass. He was thrusting inside my ass harder than he ever had, and my throat was getting raw from screaming. Finally, I felt his muscles tense, and then his cock spasmed inside me, filling my ass with loads of hot cum. When he finished, he stayed inside me, kissing my back as we watched the blonde and the bearded man continue to fuck beside us. When my husband finally pulled out, I felt his cum leaking out of my ass and on to the unfamiliar mattress and I grinned. He pulled me to him, kissing my shoulders and neck as we watched the other couple finish up, the bearded man pulling out to spew thick streams of cum all over the blonde's tits. My husband and I grinned and wriggled appreciatively on the bed. The people surrounding the bed made flattering comments and some wandered off, and others looked eager to climb on the mattress. I turned to my husband and kissed him sweetly. I was eager to see what the rest of the night held in store... Strangers She gazed across the bar and noticed a man stealing looks at her. She smiled sweetly to herself and took him in. He was tall; with a bald head and confidence. His shoulders were broad, and he had a great laugh. She watched him coyly as he interacted with his friends, it was then that she decided she wanted him. She got up and walked over to the ladies room and let his eyes watch her every step. She opened the door and reviewed her appearance in full length mirror. A black dress clung to her curves and her curly hair fell perfectly to her shoulders. It was then that she heard the knock on the door. His face appeared in the mirror and she turned to face him. He walked up to her and said nothing, just staring down at her seductively. A small smile crept on to her face and he leaned in close to her, grabbing the back of her neck. She gasped softly as he kissed her hard and pulled her in. His hands ran up and down her body and she felt herself growing wet. She pressed herself up against him, kissing him urgently. It was then that he turned her around, and grabbed her by the hips. He slid her dress up her ass, exposing her completely, as she had neglected to wear panties that night. He pressed up against her and whispered in her ear that she was going to be his slut tonight, and she smiled. She stood balanced against the wall as he slid his hand down her ass and between her legs. She let out another gasp as she felt his fingers find her pierced clit. She heard him murmur something, but it was lost in the moment. She felt herself let go as he expertly played with her pussy. She felt herself on the brink of orgasm as he pulled away, leaving her shaking. Telling him she didn't like to be teased, he laughed and pulled out his cock. He stood there stroking it, and smiling. She bent back over and looked back at him, asking ever so sweetly if he would fuck her. Who could resist? He slid his cock into her tight, wet pussy and she cried out as she felt him fill her up. He had a great cock she thought to herself as he slammed into her over and over, grabbing her hair and making her throb. She asked him if she could cum, as she was on the brink of exploding and he told her no. She felt it building up inside of her and begged him again and again to allow her to cum. He slapped her ass and told her she could, just as her legs felt they could not take it any longer. She felt the warmth rush up her body as she shook. He then covered her mouth with his hand as she got louder, crying out for more. He then slowed his pace for a moment and pulled out, as he stood in front of her he told her to suck his cock. She eagerly took it into her hand, and licked him from tip to base, up and down. She then took him into her mouth and sucked and licked his cock expertly, swallowing all of her own sweet juices. He moaned as she added her hand into the mix, sucking and jerking his cock at the same time. His hands held her curls off of her pretty face and he watched her sucking as he enjoyed every lick. She paused for a moment and looked up at him, smiling. He pulled her up by the hair and pushed her onto the sink. She leaned back as he slid himself into her again and sighed. She loved being fucked. She loved giving power to someone, she loved losing herself. His cock pounded her pussy and she felt herself growing closer again. She told him she wanted him to cum with her. He grunted in return and her head hung back as she began to shake. He grabbed her by the face so she would look at him while she came. She didn't even know his name, yet she wanted him to fill her up. She wanted to feel him drip out of her during her cab ride home. He thrust into her and told her to take it. She begged him please and then she felt her body give in. she felt him begin to tense up and then all of a sudden she saw stars. When she caught her breath she let out a little giggle. He smiled at her and winked as he pulled himself out of her. He asked if she came here often as he pulled up his pants. She nodded no , and wiggled down from the sink counter. He laughed to himself and adjusted his buttons. She smoothed out her dress and reapplied her lipstick. He tapped her on the ass and slipped her his card, she kissed him on the cheek and let him walk out of the bathroom. She then smiled at herself in the mirror, feeling accomplished and dirty. Strangers This story is for the 'Summer Loving" contest. A big thank you to Emeraldmbuku for taking the time to edit this story. * Life is a funny thing; sometimes full of love and laughter and other times solemn and insightful even despiteful. I'm Joe Henry and had been married for nearly six years to my wife Victoria until we became like two strangers living together. We didn't have any kids which I'll explain later. There are many stories I could tell that happened during our time together. I know most couples probably go through some of the same things we have. We married young and I really didn't know what to expect. She used to go out with her girlfriends and I often thought she was having affairs. I even followed her a few times but never found any evidence of cheating. I liked it when other men noticed her which was quite often but at the same time I was a jealous person. This particular story is about how we met, the beginning of our relationship and where we are today. **** Vicky and I met after we had both graduated from high school. It was at a party store I worked at for my sister in the evenings. I was nineteen at the time and my sister rented me an apartment they had above the store. It worked out great for me. Vicky was a year older than me and had graduated from high school the previous year. She worked at a restaurant across the street from the store in the evenings and took secretarial courses at the local college during the day. She would often come in the store to get change and talk with my sister. They were good friends by the time I started working there. I asked her out a few times and she always smiled and said, "I don't think so." It made my sister laugh. I wasn't use to getting turned down that often. I wasn't anything special; just a normal nineteen year old horny guy. Needless to say I took this as a challenge. She was a good looking woman, though slightly overweight according to some people, but I didn't think so. She had the prettiest face and always smiled. I often ate at the restaurant just so I could watch her. I think I was getting a little obsessed with her. I was young and no matter how hard i tried, and believe me, i tried, I could never get Vicky out of my mind. I asked her out once again and she agreed to go out with me. I didn't have a lot of money so i took her to a small diner and then to the movies. We kissed that night for the first time. It was only after a few more dates at the drive-in that she agreed to come up to my apartment. We began to kiss, first it was slow, but then things started to get heated. She let me touch her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse. It wasn't enough for me, I wanted more so I began to unbutton her blouse. She quickly stopped me, but then pulled her hand away as I undid the buttons and saw her bra covered breasts. I lowered my mouth onto her chest and began kissing the crevice between them. I took my time and reached behind her to undo her lace bra. Her white breasts were large and beautiful. Her erect, pink aureoles stood to attention and her skin looked so soft. I began to kiss and slobber all over them. i knew she was enjoying it because she was holding my head tightly against her. I slowly lowered my hand from her right breast to her right thigh. she was wearing a skirt that would normally be considered conservative on any other girl, but the slit on the side told another story. She opened her legs, welcoming me, and I slid my hand inside on her thigh; I couldn't believe how hot it felt under her skirt. I continued to massage her inner thigh, inching closer and closer to her damp panties. When I looked up, I could see that she was biting her lower lip in anticipation. I ran my hand up and down her lower lips; through her panties. Seeing that she now had her eyes closed, I slipped my hand inside her panties and felt her warm, damp mound. I slowly worked my way down to her pussy - she was audibly breathing hard now. I got off the couch, reached under her skirt and pulled off the matching white lace panties. I pushed her thighs apart and buried my face in her wet pussy. I began rubbing my face in her full muff and working my way to her clit. I placed my hands under her thighs, to help hold up her legs as she put her hands around my head, holding me in place. I tongue fucked her, licked and kissed her pussy until she climaxed and my face was covered with her juices. My cock was rock hard and I wanted to let it out of the confines of my jeans. I stood up and wiped my face off with my shirt. I began to unbuckle my jeans when she stopped me and said. "No! I should never have let it get this far. I'm sorry, I lost control of my emotions." Needless to say, I was a bit pissed but I tried to not show my anger. My cock started to subside. "Well maybe next time," I said to her. She apologized again and slipped her panties and bra back on and we went down to the store. My sister was there and she and Vicky began to talk to each other. I carried some heavy cases of stock to the back room for my sister. I later drove Vicky home wondering if I should have forced myself on her. I asked myself, after erasing the thought. Did I just want to have sex with her or did I really care about her? When we arrived at her home that she shared with her siblings, I kissed her goodnight. I knew her parents were deceased and the siblings did there best to help one another. I left with mixed feelings. As I drove down the road I saw Sheila, a frequent customer at the store walking along the sidewalk. I pulled to the curb and asked her if she wanted a ride. She got in and I headed toward her home, a few blocks away. "Why don't you pull in behind the church," she said. "My husband is at home and I don't think you want to meet the drunk." I knew what was coming. Sheila was married, but still a bit wild. She would often come in the store with her twin sister, Sheryl and liked to tease. I couldn't believe it when they first told me they were twenty-nine. They looked a lot younger than they were, being short, a couple inches under five foot and on the thin side I did ask my sister about them and she told me they indeed were both twenty-nine and would fuck anything on two legs. "Stay away from them." She had warned me. Both were married to raging alcoholics and I knew they drank a lot too. I could tell by the amount of alcohol they bought, but right now, I didn't care about her drinking, I hoped for other plans. She reached over and put her hand on my cock. It got hard in seconds as she undid my belt and zipper. Being a small woman she leaned over with ease and took my cock in her mouth. Damn, It felt good! After a couple minutes, she sat up and pulled off her jeans and panties. I slid my jeans down below my knees and slid over to the passenger side of my car so she could straddle me. She raised herself up and lowered her hot pussy onto my now very hard cock. I thought about wearing a condom but she was married so I figured that she was on the pill. She did all the work as she bounced up and down on my cock. "Nice cock," she said. I've wanted to fuck you since you started working at the store. Fuck me Baby! Fuck me hard. I want you to come in my pussy. Come on Baby, shoot that cum in me." I threw my head back and moaned in pleasure. "I want you to fuck me hard. Come on, Baby." I began to pump into her and with her encouragement, I came hard, shooting deep into her passage. She lowered herself down as she also began to come. I held tight onto her hips, slowly rocking us both. Damn, it felt good. I looked down and watched her rub her pussy back and forth across my crotch with my cock buried in her. She reached over and grabbed some napkins out of my door panel. I always have some left over from fast food joints. She jammed them between her legs and rolled off of me as I scooted over to the drivers side of the vehicle. As she slipped on her panties, I grabbed a few napkins and wrapped them around my cock before pulling up my briefs and jeans. She thanked me for the fuck and said that maybe we could get together again some time. Being the whore hound I was, I agreed. One problem I had was I had a hard time telling Sheila and Sheryl apart. Sheryl did seem a bit more quiet, but that was about it. The following week I saw Vicky a couple times. We talked for a few minutes each time and I asked her out to dinner on Friday. She told me she would have to see. She had already made other plans, not saying what they were, and was more than likely not able to make it. On Thursday, she came in the store and told me she was sorry but she couldn't make it. I remained placid on the outside, but I mentally questioned her reason. Maybe this was her way of saying "being with me the week before was a mistake". The twin sisters Sheila and Sheryl came in just before closing and asked me if I was busy on Friday. They told me they were throwing a party and wanted to know if I wanted to come. They mentioned that is was being held at a motel just outside of town. Sheryl did mention that she and Sheila didn't have any secrets letting me know she knew about our romp in the car. I asked them if seeing their husbands at the party on Friday might be a problem, but they smiled and said their husbands worked the second shift and wouldn't be coming to the party. "Oh!" Sheila squealed. "There is a catch; you need to bring some beer." I agreed, knowing that I would have no problem getting beer from the store. I always paid for it; no way would I steal from family. I haven't been to many private parties and figured since Vicky was brushing me off, I might as well enjoy myself. "How would I know which twin is which?" I asked, curious. Sheryl looked around, as if making sure the coast was clear and then pulled down the left side of her top. There was a mole right above her nipple. I felt brave and asked Sheila to show me her right tit to make sure she didn't have a mole. She giggled and pulled out her whole tit for me to see. "Want to kiss it before I put it away?" She teased. Right after she finished her sentence, a customer was coming in the store and Sheila quickly put her tit back in her shirt. They both laughed and said they would see me the next day. I had to admit that I was glad I was behind the counter because I had a pretty good hard-on. Late Friday evening my sister came in to replace me for the night. She asked me if I was going out with Vicky and I told her Vicky had other plans. I didn't tell her about the twins because I knew she wouldn't approve of her little brother going out with two twenty-nine year old married women. I knew Vicky got hit on a lot since she was a good looking waitress. I figured maybe she decided to go out with someone else; after all, we were friends and not really a couple. I went to the motel located just outside of town and was surprised that the so-called-party was in a single room. I knocked on the door and Sheila and Sheryl were both there, dressed in only their bras and panties. I got a hard on just looking at the two of them. It was then that I noticed, from the corner of my eyes, another guy. They introduced me to Matt who I later found out worked with Sheryl. I asked how many more people were coming and was told that this was it. I had brought two twelve packs of beer and a cheap bottle of wine from the store. I didn't tell my sister since I was underage to buy booze, but I did pay for it. Sheila came up to me and began removing my shirt. I looked over and saw that Sheryl was doing the same to Matt. I did find out later that Matt was single and twenty-one years old. I guess the twins liked them young. When I was down to my briefs, Sheryl handed everyone a beer and two pills. I didn't drink much but took the beer and asked what the pills were. Sheila told me that , "it was to make everything better". She took hers and the others followed suite. I swallowed mine, washing them down with the beer. The girls removed their bra and panties and Sheila said, "Let's get this party started." She then pulled my briefs down releasing my hard cock. I kicked them to the side and joined Sheila on the king size bed. I took out a package of condoms but Sheila said, "No condoms tonight. I want to feel your hot cum shooting into me." Right next to us was Matt, he was already pounding into Sheryl's pussy. I wasn't far behind as I guided my hard cock into Sheila. I couldn't believe that within three minutes I was all ready to shoot my first load. I felt embarrassed, but Sheila told me not to worry. One of the pills was to keep me hard while the other was to keep me excited. Over the next three hours, we fucked and sucked in almost every conceivable way. It's hard to remember everything that went on, but I do remember at one point, I was on my back and Sheila was over my face as I ate her wet pussy. At the same time Shelly was riding me. Between Matt and me, these twins got there pussy's ridden hard and a number of loads of cum were deposited in them. When I woke up, it was dawn and everyone was gone. I never saw Matt again. I got up, took a shower and left for home. They must have taken whatever beer was left which was fine with me. I stopped and ate at a breakfast buffet on my way home. As I ate, I tried to remember the previous night. I knew my cock was sore and that I had fucked both twins a number of times. I do wish I could remember more, but I guess the pills put me out of it. I thought about Vicky, like I cheated on her, but then remembered it was she that didn't want to go out with me. **** It was now Saturday and I had to work at the store. My brother asked me if I went out the night before and said I looked a little hung over. He laughed and gave me something mixed with tomato juice and said it should help. He did tell me not to tell my sister that I had drunk anything the night before. He was an alright guy and we got along good. Later in the day Vicky came over to get some change for the restaurant. She said she was sorry that she canceled on me the night before but she had promised her brother that she would go to a play at his high school. I did wonder why she didn't ask me to go. The thing is, Vicky and I were opposites. They say opposites attract and I do believe it, but what happens later in life? While I liked movies and sport events, Vicky was into museums, plays, art shows. I could only take so much of some of those things. Vicky asked me if I would like to go to a movie that evening as an apology. She told me to think about it and get back to her later. Now, I felt a little bad. She didn't go out with another guy, but to see her brother in a play. I really did like her and wanted to start a closer relationship with her. When she came back, I agreed to her date request and that evening we went to a fast food restaurant and to a movie. We held hands through most of it except when we ate popcorn. After the movie, we rode by the local airport; parked and watched the planes come and go. We kissed and she let me rub her breasts through her blouse. Thinking that she was giving me permission, I unbuttoned her blouse. I rubbed and kissed her breasts and released her bra. She was hesitant, but didn't stop me. I wanted to go further and put my hands down her panties, but my cock hurt from the previous night. What if she let me go all the way with her? What should I do? I lucked out because a car pulled up near us and it was a family coming to watch the airplanes. Vicky quickly fixed her bra and buttoned her blouse. We kissed lightly and I started the car and drove her home. I got out with her and we stood between the houses so no one could see us and she kissed me again. I was a bit stunned when she said, "I would have gone to your apartment if you would have taken me there." She kissed me again and ran into her house. If I was reading between the lines I believe she was telling me she would have had sex with me. I was both happy and sad. I saw her a few days later when she came in the store. We made a date for the following Saturday. I told her we could go to a nice restaurant, not fast food. She smiled at me, came around the counter and laid a kiss on me. "See you Saturday," she was smiling. I stared at her butt as she walked back across the street. I decided no dating other women and no masturbating this week. I wanted to be ready if Vicky and I made love for the first time. Later in the week Sheila came into the store with a big husky guy maybe around forty. He's been in the store dozens of times but I never knew he was Sheila's husband. He ordered some beer and Sheila turned and hugged him. He smiled and Sheila introduced him to me. "Joe, this is my husband Chuck". I mentioned to her that I knew Chuck; that he was a regular customer. We all talked for a few minutes and they got their beer and cigarettes and left. I figured it was Sheila's way of telling me she wasn't interested in me any more which was fine with me. I wanted to put my time in dating Vicky. On Saturday I took Vicky to the Red Lobster for dinner. I wore dress pants and a light blue dress shirt. Vicky wore a plaid wraparound skirt and a nice blouse. She really looked nice. I got an advance from my sister so I could pay for the dinner. Seeing it was for Vicky, my sister didn't hesitate giving me the money. I did all the things a guy is suppose to do. I opened her door, pulled out her chair and anything else I thought was proper. We ordered dinner and talked a little about our lives. I knew her father passed away a couple of years ago. My sister told me it was from alcoholism, Vicky pretty much confirmed that. Her mother passed away a couple of months before I met her. She then talked about her job at the restaurant. I asked her about being hit on and she told me most all waitress are hit on. It's how they respond that counts. She did say she is friendly with most customers but never dated any. I asked her about the cop that came in regularly and she told me he was just a friend. He was the first responder when they called about her mother passing out and later dying. I didn't want to push it any further. I then told her about my life but she knew a lot from talking to my sister. I went to college during the day and worked at my sisters in the evening. I listened as she told me about her interests and why she was taking secretarial courses. She told me she wanted more out of life. I asked her, "Like what?" She stared at me and simply said, "I want to do things and go places." She explained that her parents lived from hand to mouth having seven kids and never enjoyed life. She wanted to enjoy her life. This was when I found out how opposite we were. I like to relax and maybe see a ballgame and hang out with friends; traveling wasn't high on my agenda. She wanted to travel while I enjoyed relaxing. We talked some more as we ate dinner. Afterwards I asked her what she wanted to do. She must have stared at me for a minute before answering me. "Take me to your apartment," was all she said. I quickly paid the bill, anticipating what was to come, and we left the restaurant. We talked a little more till we reached my place. My apartment wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. We sat on the couch and she faced me. "I've never been in a steady relationship with anyone," she mentioned to me. Then, leaned in and kissed me gently wrapping her arms around my neck and kissed me with more passionately. I brought my right hand up and squeezed her breast through her blouse. "Be gentle Joe, they are very sensitive right now." She didn't stop me but was encouraging me. I rubbed my hand gently over her tits while we kept kissing. I took my time unbuttoning the first two buttons on her blouse to see if she was going to object in any way; she didn't. Strangers I undid two more and rubbed her tits over her bra. She pushed me away for a second and undid the rest of the buttons and slipped her blouse off. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra but not taking it off. I was staring at her and she at me the whole time. After unclasping her bra she put her arms back around my neck and kissed me passionately. I reached under her bra and gently squeezed and rubbed her breasts. As we kissed she was breathing hard against my mouth. I pulled her bra off and lowered my head and began sucking on her nipples. Her hands were behind my head pulling me tight against her breasts. While kissing her tits I lowered my hand down to her legs and put my hand on her thigh just beneath her skirt. I slowly pulled her skirt up and kept my hand on her bare thigh. She never stopped me and even spread her thighs more so that I could slide my hand up to her pussy. When I reached her panties and rubbed my hand over her pussy, she gasped. I didn't stop and she pulled my head even tighter against her tits; I kept going. I slid my hand into her panties and rubbed her mound; it was so hot. I pulled my hand out of her panties and she stood up and slid them off. She sat back down and spread her legs. I eventually slid my finger into her moist and waiting pussy. She sort of gasped with my mouth against hers and I began finger fucking her. It wasn't long before I had two fingers in her. My cock was so hard and I needed to get it out of my pants. I stopped finger fucking her and stood up. She didn't say anything but sat and stared at me as I quickly took off my shirt and pants. She removed her skirt and we were both naked. "Are you ok with this?" I asked her. "Yes, but I don't want you to just use me and then find someone else. I'll leave it up to you; I trust you." I liked her, I really did, but I also had a hard on to beat hell. I wanted a relationship with her, but I also wanted to fuck her. "Do we need a condom?" "No. I'm on the pill." I later found out that she has been on it for a couple of years. She laid on the couch and I got between her legs. I held one of her legs up as I slowly rubbed my cock head against her pussy. I didn't want to rush to fast and take any chance of hurting her. I aligned my cock up with her opening and slowly pushed forwards. I started an in and out motion, it felt so good and so hot. I almost came upon entering her. "Fuck me Joe! Oh God, I didn't know it would feel so good," "Vicky moaned". I was pumping in and out at a pretty good pace now and Vicky was pushing her pussy up against me. We must have been going at it for a good ten minutes when all of a sudden she screamed out, "Oh God! I'm coming! I'm coming! Come with me Joe." I didn't have to be told twice as I let go of a load like never before. I felt it leaving my cock and going into Vicky. "I feel it Joe! I feel you coming in me." I felt her pussy squeeze my cock till every drop was gone. I stayed in her for a minute till her pussy muscles relaxed. When her breathing got back to normal she reached over and got some tissues and jammed them between her legs. We lay there for a few minutes and the song, 'Strangers' by Martina McBride came on the radio. We listened to the first verse, it kind of reminded me of meeting Vickie. Two strangers passing on the sidewalk Barely brush each other's hand He says, I'm sorry. She says, Don't worry. And that is how it all began. A few short days and nights together, And it's like they were meant to be. Lying there with her He softly whispers, Just think what we were so recently, strangers After that day we had sex as often as we could. We even had it in the back room of the store between customers almost getting caught a couple of times. Life went on like this for just under two months when my sister asked me to come to her house. It was just around the corner from the store. She sounded a bit upset. I walked right in and there sat my sister Sue and Vicky. "Vicky, why are you here? Is something wrong?" I asked. "Wrong is putting it mildly," My sister scoffed. I looked over at Vicky and she looked down. "What's going on?" I asked, my anger getting the best of me. Vicky had tears in her eyes. "I'm pregnant." She whispered. I had questions but all the answers didn't mean anything. The baby was mine, unless... No. The baby was mine because Vicky and I were having sex at least four times a week since that evening in my apartment. "I'm sorry Joe," said Vicky. "I was on the pill like I told you but must have missed a few." Being Catholic, I already knew her opinion on abortions. "We can get married Vicky. I love being with you and I want you to always be in my life. She stood up and we kissed. "I really do love you, Joe." **** We got married two weeks later by a justice of the peace. My sister threw us a little party at the house with a few members of our families. We drove out of town to a motel not telling anyone where we would be for a couple of days for a honeymoon. My parents were obviously angry at me for my actions, but they did welcome Vicky into the family. Dad gave us a thousand dollars to help with the cost of the baby. We moved into my apartment above the store where it would be our home for the next couple of years. Vicky continued to work at the restaurant up until her fifth month of pregnancy. She ran into complications and decided to quit her job and stay off her feet. It was two weeks later when she lost the baby. It hit her hard emotionally, but she was working through it. Going to school helped her keep busy. I wasn't sure what I felt. I wanted a baby, but I knew I wasn't ready. Vicky and I both continued our education despite our loss. I had a year to go to get my associate degree in business. My dad said he would help us out. I wasn't sure what he meant. A couple of days later he told me to go to the auto company he worked at. He handed me a sealed envelope and said to give it to a certain person in the personnel department. He said to make sure I only talked to this fellow, Ernie Barker. When I entered the building, there was at least twenty people sitting at tables filling out applications for employment. Another twenty people were in line. I waited about a half hour before I made it to the front desk. "I'd like to speak to Ernie Barker please. I have an envelope addressed to him." The guy got up and took the envelope to Ernie and asked me to step aside so he could wait on the other people coming in. Ernie came out and called me to his desk. "So your Harold Henry's boy!" It was more of a statement then a question. "Your Dad is one of the finest men I have ever met. If you turn out to be half the man he is you're worth hiring. He said, "You go to college; is that right?" "Yes Sir, I'm taking courses in Business Administration, I'm in my second year. I hope to graduate next year." "Well Joseph, I can give you a job on the graveyard shift which will enable you to continue your education. I'll give you some paperwork to fill out and if you carry a 'B' average' or better we will pay for your courses. You have to take our admission test; it's required for our records. You also have to take a drug test; you don't do drugs do you?" "No Sir, my dad would kill me if I went near them." Ernie laughed out loud. "I believe he would." He gave me the test and told me not to talk to anyone and bring the test back to him. It only took me about fifteen minutes to do the test. Ernie checked it and smiled, I knew I did well. He handed me an application to fill out and he then handed me a badge and told me I would start Sunday night. I was so happy, I didn't bother asking about my wages. All I knew is that the auto companies paid the highest wages around. I called my dad and he congratulated me. I told him everything Ernie had told me. He reminded me to never tell anyone how I got the interview. I got home and told Vicky and she was almost as happy as I was. We celebrated by going out to dinner and making love for the first time since the loss of our baby. I told my sister about the full time job. She was happy for me and knew I couldn't work for her forever. I did tell her I would still work some on the weekends and any days I didn't have class to help around the store. I was a busy guy working full time. Carrying a lot of credits at school and working part time for my sister. She and Vicky came up with the idea that Vicky could work at the store when she wasn't taking classes. It would help her pay for her schooling. One problem was I was hardly ever around. Between school and work I didn't spend much time at home. It wasn't good for our new marriage, but we did our best to work it out. Something I forgot to mention. When Vicky was about four months into her pregnancy I was sitting in the restaurant and in came the twins, Sheila and Shelly with their husbands. It's the first time I had ever seen them all at the same time. As I mentioned I saw the husbands quite often when they came into the store but haven't seen the twins for months. They both had huge bellies. Yes, they were pregnant. Vicky came out and waited on them and asked them how far along they were. They both said around four and a half months. They looked bigger but it was probably since they were so thin and short. Sheila's husband Chuck told Vicky that they have been trying for six years and it finally happened. As Vicky went back to the kitchen the twins both winked at me. I have to say I was worried but about a week later the twins came in the store and told me not to worry. Also that neither knew who the father was. That is why they fucked both me and Matt. Shelly said for all she knew her husband was the father and was going to keep it that way. They thanked me and that was the last time their pregnancies were ever mentioned. I did see them walking with their baby carriages but didn't check out the babies. It did make me think of the loss that Vickie and I suffered. **** After graduating from college and receiving a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Business, I was transferred to day shift which made for a much better home life. I was still a blue collar worker with blue collar tastes. Vicky received her degree from business school and went looking for an office position. She found one in a couple weeks and began working as a secretary for the Museum of Natural History. To be honest, I wasn't a history buff but Vicky loved working there. Things soon began to change. It was another year later and Vicky got a promotion. She was making almost as much as I was and wanted a larger apartment. She wanted to live in a new complex near her work. I loved her and wouldn't deny her anything she wanted. Between our salaries we could afford it. **** During the last couple of years of our marriage, we saw less and less of one another. Vicky was going to school during the day and working at the store in the evening and I in turn worked the midnight shift, went to classes and got home in time to catch a little sleep. After Vicky got the new job we did move to the suburbs. We had a beautiful condo and Vicky being artistic wanted to do all her own decorating. We were both working long hours. I worked all the overtime I could to make the extra money to help buy the things Vicky wanted. I was told by my supervisor that if I wanted to take some management courses, which the company would pay for, I could become a foreman and possibly an area department manager. I knew it was a great opportunity. I talked to Vicky about the opportunity and she told me by all means I should take it. I attended the courses a few nights a week for six months and got the certificate for completing the management courses. I was offered a management position over the parts department. It would be on second shift with a large increase in pay. I took it and Vicky and I had a night off and celebrated. It was the first time we made love in over a month. We hardly ever saw each other than maybe one of us getting ready for work or on the weekends. I would often meet Vicky for lunch just to be with her for an hour. My time was filled with work and on the weekend I liked to play a round of golf or relax at home rather than go out. Vicky seemed to always have some kind of exhibit to go to. She came home one Sunday and was smiling. She said she was offered a position in the customer relations department. It meant that she would have to spend a night or two away from home to help set up exhibits. According to her it was the opportunity of a life time with a large increase in pay. She would travel to nearby states and set up exhibits at different museums and get paid doing it. She told me she would be starting the following week. When I asked how long she would be away at a time she told me that it would be no more than two days. She was so excited I wasn't sure what to say. We hardly saw each other since the day she got the job. I gritted my teeth and congratulated her. I wanted to be supportive of her like she was of me. I've been at a couple of events at the museum and met a number or her friends and bosses. I have to say I was a little jealous. She probably saw more of these men than she did me. I remember when she started exercising at a gym near our condo. She said she wanted to look good, but she didn't say it was for me. For the next couple of months, I felt like a bachelor. I got up in the morning alone as Vicky had already left for work. When I got home late at night, she was already sleeping. On the days she traveled I came home to an empty house. I started going to bars after work with my friends. I got hit on quite a lot, but didn't take any of the women up on their offers. I can't say I didn't come close a couple of times, but I thought of Vicky and our vows. As long as we stayed married I would do my best to honor them. I attended ball games with my friends when Vicky would be gone for the weekend. I often started wondering if Vicky might be having an affair. I didn't believe she would but I've heard anyone could be tempted in the right situation. **** We both have been in our new positions for almost a year. Work was fine but my life with Vicky was almost non-existent. We're lucky if we made love once every two months. The money was good but I had to wonder if it was worth it. I was sitting in the lounge after the game and someone played 'Strangers' by Martina McBride. I sat there listening to the song and remembered the first time Vicky and I made love. The first verse reminded me of us. Now I was listening to the second verse. It began to bother me. Two strangers passing in the hallway Barely touch each other's heart. Now they're pretending, Two shadows blending, But they're a million miles apart. Soon she'll be packing up her suitcase. They'll be dividing all the blame. They know how they started, Now empty-hearted They don't have a clue how they became Strangers This verse bothered me so much. I knew I would have to do something extreme if I was to save our marriage. I knew that's where our marriage was headed. It was now nothing but a marriage of convenience. I loved Vicky but I had no idea how she felt about me anymore. It seemed her job was more important than anything else. When Vicky returned from her trip I called her at work and told her we needed to talk. She finally agreed to meet me for lunch. The first thing she said to me when she sat down was she only had an hour. "This is what our marriage has come to," I replied. "An hour here, an hour there. You go your way, I go mine." She stared at me. "Vicky, I love you but we haven't been lovers in over a year." "What are you saying? We made love just last week," Vicky responded. "No, we fucked last week. All of ten minutes. Vicky, I don't want to go on like this." "What? You want a divorce? Did you meet some bimbo in the bar? I have men look at me too. Two of us can play that game. "Vicky, I have never cheated on you and there isn't anyone else. Can you say the same?" She stared at me and said, "Joe, I don't know what you've heard but I have always been faithful to you. I know we've both been busy building our professional futures and I guess our personal life got put on the back burner." "Not any more. I can't live like this wondering where you are or who you might be with. I married you because I love you and want to be with you. I'm not worried about my job or yours. I'm worried about our marriage and the commitment to love and share our life together." "Joe, what are you saying? I'm getting a little nervous here." "We haven't had a vacation together since we got married. This summer is going to be different. "I bought a two ticket vacation package which include cruise tickets to Alaska, a flight to Washington and an overnight train ride that leaves two weeks from today. We will be gone ten days over all. The tickets are non-refundable. I did that on purpose. I want to give our marriage a chance." "Joe! I can't just leave for ten days. I have a position and clients that I need to take care of. Can't we talk about this later?" "Vicky, we hardly see each other. I'm trying here. We need to spend some time together if we're to make it. I will be on the plane waiting for you. If you decide your job is more important than our marriage then so be it." "I think you're being unreasonable. You want me to tell my bosses that I'll be unavailable for two weeks because my husband is having a crises. This is the middle of summer and we're extremely busy." "I told my bosses this morning that I was backing down to the supervisor position. I will be back on the day turn so I can be home in the evenings with you. I'm really trying to save this marriage." "I have to go, I have a client I'm meeting in the office. I'm already late. I'm sorry Joe. I'll talk to you later." "Story of our life. Just so you know, this isn't a game, it's our future." She didn't even kiss me goodbye. I had to wonder if she would pick her job over our marriage. Over the next two weeks I hardly saw Vicky. She did leave me notes that said we needed to talk and that she loved me. She actually had three overnight stays in that two week period. I was getting the feeling that I might be taking this cruise alone. Our plane was to leave at two o'clock Friday afternoon. I had to be in my office Friday morning for a few hours before starting my vacation. Vicky was on an overnight trip on Thursday and was supposed to be back early Friday. She wasn't home when I left from work. I packed had my bags on Thursday night and took them to the office with me. I left Vicky a letter explaining to her that I would meet her at the airport. If she chose to go her ticket was on the table. I signed it, "With all my love, Joe." I wasn't sure if Vicky was avoiding me or mad at me. All I knew was this was my last try to save our marriage. I wanted to put our marriage before anything else. We talked about having a family but because of our work schedules Vicky stayed on the pill. That meant no children. I was sitting at the airport hoping that Vicky chose us over her job. It could be the best summer ever or the end of our marriage. I had to admit I was nervous as hell sitting there at the terminal. I guess I was thinking the worst when my cell phone rang. I answered it. "Joe, I'm here at the airport. I was running late. Please don't leave without me. I'm parking the car right now. I love you Joe." I had tears running down my face. At least she picked our vacation together over her clients. What would happen after we returned from our summer vacation was yet to be determined. I saw her running through the terminal. She was still all dressed up in a suit and skirt she wore for work and still in her black heels. After checking in, we boarded the plane. She started to talk about her morning when I stopped her. Strangers "Vicky, this is not going to be a business trip. We are both going to shut off our cell phones and have a wonderful cruise together." Our vacation started as the plane left the runway. Vicky did tell me she packed her luggage before she left for her last trip. She wasn't sure what to pack but did include her bathing suit and shorts. We had our drinks on the plane and enjoyed the scenic view. This was the only time we were ever on a plane together. We held hands nearly the whole time. "Joe, did you really back down in your job?" she asked. "Yes, I did. I found out that it was more money but I had to give up seeing you. I want to see and be with you every day. Maybe even start a family like we used to talk about." She sat there quietly, not saying anything. On the first part of our journey we were going on the train ride. It would be an overnighter with a sleeping cabin. We were told that when we woke up in the morning we would be in Alaska. We had dinner on the train. It was a full course meal along with a couple of drinks. Vicky seemed happy and neither of us had ever been on a train before. That night in our cabin we made love. It wasn't sex but love just like we used to make. She actually gave me oral sex and I did the same to her. I took my time kissing her clit trying to get her worked up. It was working because she kept telling me to stop teasing her and to make love to her. She came shortly after I entered her. She was able to come again by the time I came. We tried to be quiet because the walls seemed rather thin. After we both came we cuddled up like we used to and went to sleep. We woke up and cleaned up before heading in the restaurant car for breakfast. Vicky ordered a light breakfast seeing she was always watching her weight. I, in turn, had pancakes and eggs with a side of bacon. Vicky smiled but shook her head at me. "I'm on vacation. I'll exercise later," I said to Vicky. We toured Alaska for a few days. It was such a beautiful state. Vicky brought along brochures on the different museums and asked me if I would mind going to them with her. I agreed since I knew they were her passion. I must admit that I enjoyed them. I had Vicky as a guide and she explained all the native artifacts we saw. When Vicky saw how much I enjoyed the museums she smiled. I guess we weren't complete opposites after all. We took small plane rides over the area and it seemed so untouched. We both enjoyed the beauty of the state. At night in our cabin we made love. Not every night ended in full blown orgasms; sometimes it was gentle lovemaking and kissing, but always ended up with cuddling. The next part of our vacation was the cruise. It was fantastic. Vicky kind of left her diet behind since every night the buffet had meals that would make you forget about your diet. She did get me up every morning and we exercised together. I had a hard time keeping up with her. I loved looking at her working out. "Pervert." She would call me. We saw a movie on the cruise ship, played miniature golf, swam in the pool every day and went to the lounges for the evening entertainment. There was dancing and a lot of comedians and singers. One evening while we were dancing Vicky asked if she could ask me a question. I explained that I would never keep secrets from her. "Joe, what brought on the whole idea of the vacation. I understand a lot of things crossed your mind but what was the turning point, the one thing that struck you to do this." "Give me a minute and you will know when you hear this song." I walked up to the lady singing and asked her if she knew 'Strangers' by Martina McBride? She said she did and I gave her twenty dollars to sing it for us. When she started the song Vicky and I started dancing. Two strangers passing on the sidewalk Barely brush each other's hand He says, I'm sorry. She says, Don't worry. And that is how it all began. "That's the first song we heard after making love," said Vicky. "Is that what started all this?" "Not really," I replied. "There is a second verse that kept going through my mind over and over. It's the one that made me think of us." Vicky looked at me not knowing the second verse. It was then the lady began singing it. Two strangers passing in the hallway Barely touch each other's heart. Now they're pretending, Two shadows blending, But they're a million miles apart. Strangers, world's greatest lovers Now we were strangers. It must have finally hit Vicky because she had tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry Joe, I never realized how far apart we have become." We listened to the final verse. Soon she'll be packing up her suitcase. They'll be dividing all the blame. They know how they started, Now empty-hearted They don't have a clue how they became strangers. World's greatest lovers Have turned into strangers. We finished our dance and Vicky told me how much she loved me and that she was willing to try harder. "I don't want that to happen to us. I want us to be together forever," than she kiss me. I saw the singer smile at me. I knew that Vicky realized how close to a divorce we were. For the rest of the cruise we enjoyed our well deserved vacation. Enjoying the cruise during the day and making love at night. After our cruise ship docked we had one day before flying back home. There was an art museum near our hotel and I asked Vicky if she would like to go see it. She beamed with joy that I was interested in something she liked. I have to say I really did enjoy the museum. I found myself staring at different pictures. I looked over and saw Vicky smiling. She leaned over gave me a peck on the lips and said, "I love you." Everything seemed like it was going well as we got on our plane to head home. I had three more days off plus the weekend before I had to go back to work. I asked Vicky what she wanted to do for the rest of our vacation. I looked at her and knew there was a problem. "Joe, I have to work tomorrow. I was just able to get eleven days off, I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you I promise," Vicky replied. I was quiet the rest of the way home. I was wondering if Vicky was going to really make more of an effort in or marriage. That night we made love and Vicky cuddled up to me afterwards. I got up first thing in the morning and put on the coffee and toasted a bagel for Vicky and me. She said it was nice to see me first thing in the morning. I'd been on the second shift and rarely saw her in the morning. She looked really sexy to me and I asked her if that's how she always dressed for work? "Joe, I try to dress nice. I think you think it's sexy because you love me. Don't worry, I only have eyes for you." She gave me a kiss and prepared to leave for work. The thing was, since she began exercising, she looked good in just about everything. After she left for work I called a friend and we went and played a round of golf. We stopped at the Nineteenth Hole which was the golf course lounge and had a couple of beers. I made a lot of changes and I had to wonder if Vicky would put in more effort into our marriage. When she arrived home she didn't seem very happy. She told me that she had to work late the next evening. She had to be at the museum in Cleveland to host an exhibition. They asked her if she could stay the night and she refused saying she wanted to return home that evening. "Joe, they said that I have to stay and open the doors on Saturday morning. It was my job to be there to open up. They said they had just giving me eleven days off. I'm sorry, I wanted to spend Saturday with you." I had made us some spaghetti, garlic bread and a salad for dinner. We ate and watched a little TV. We didn't make love that night. Vicky had to get up early and fly to Cleveland. It was only a hundred miles away but the company had a small six passenger plane for short jaunts. When I got up I was pissed. I decided to do something stupid and I drove to Cleveland. I went to the art museum and saw Vicky, her boss Wayne and two other people that Vicky had introduced me too in the past. Vicky was shocked when she saw me. "Joe, what on earth are you doing here? She harshly whispered, walking towards me. "I came to be with my wife. What hotel are we staying at?" I asked. "You're spending the night with me?" asked Vicky. "If it's alright with you. So where are we staying?" "Of course it's alright. We're staying at the Ramada Inn, Joan and I are sharing a room. Wayne and Robert are sharing another," answered Vicky. I was hoping that there was nothing sexual going on. Vicky was very surprised but didn't look worried. I told her to tell Joan that she had the room to herself because she would be staying with me. "Joe, there's something I need to tell you. I was going to tell you tomorrow but since you're here we can talk now." I was a bit worried as we went into an office. "What is it Vicky?" I was bracing for the worst. "I talked with Wayne on the flight here and told him this was my last trip. I'm backing down and will work in the local museum. I'm changing positions with Joan. That's one of the reasons Joan is here. I want to be home in the evenings with you." She had tears in her eyes. "Maybe we can try and start a family again. I don't want to lose you." I hugged her and held her in my arms. I handed her my handkerchief to wipe her tears. We walked back into the museum and I said hi to Wayne, Joan and Robert. Wayne told me he would really miss Vicky on the road. She really knew a lot about art and museums. I asked him if it was possible for Vicky to leave at three on Saturday. He said it wouldn't be a problem since Joan was there. I thanked him and went to see Vicky to let her know I would be back later. "Where are you going?" she asked. "To get us a room and the rest is a surprise." I was happy as I left the museum. I stopped at the Ramada Inn and got us a room for two nights. I then headed to the Cleveland Indians stadium and bought two of the best seats possible in the clubhouse. Vicky wasn't a big baseball fan but has never been to a live game. I picked her up at the museum and we went to our motel. We had a nice dinner and a few drinks. We even danced a little. As we entered our room she kicked off her shoes and smiled at me. I knew this was going to be a great night. We made love and afterwards took a shower together. That was something we haven't done for a long time. After we got back in bed I went back down on her. I kissed and licked her clit till she was nice and wet. I rolled over on my back and she got on top. It lasted quite a while longer since we just made love an hour before. I was rubbing her tits when I felt her stop moving and her pussy lips squeezed my cock. "Oh God, I'm coming again! Oh Joe!" I could feel myself beginning to erupt as I came hard shooting my sperm up into Vicky. We were so tired that when she rolled off of me, she went to sleep. In the morning we met her workmates in the restaurant and had a light breakfast. I told Vicky that I would be back around three to pick her up at the museum. "What? Three? What's going on, Joe?" she asked. "I got the best tickets I could find. We're taking in a baseball game," I smiled at Vicky. She just shook her head and smiled back at me. She had time to change her clothes and put on some jeans. Damn, that woman looks sexy in anything or nothing at all. At the game, Vicky wanted a cap and a couple of other souvenirs. It was like taking a kid to their first game. We pigged out and ate all kinds of ballpark food. "We're going to have to work out for a week to work off all these calories." She laughed. I was so happy she was enjoying herself. Cleveland won their game and you would have thought that Vickie was there number one fan the way she was cheering. It might also have been the four beers she drank. We spent the second night in our motel but one round of sex was all we could manage. **** After that day life changed for us. It was no longer about money and positions. It was about family and each other. It's been three years since Vicky got off the pill and we're now expecting our second child. Joe Jr. was born a year ago and Molly is expected in about 6 months. We were so busy chasing a future that we forgot about each other. That's all changed now. We visit my sister and my parents more often. Vicky's brothers and sisters come and visit us. Vicky and I do have a few arguments but we have learned never go to bed mad at each other. It was surprising to think we were so opposite when all we had to do is give life a chance. We had more in common than we realized. * Thank you for reading my story Comment are welcome and appreciated DG Hear Strangers Andy looked out his window, the woman was still out there? He saw her earlier and didn't think too much of it, just another hooker most likely. The neighborhood was not exactly what anyone could call safe, which of course meant affordable rent and Andy was between jobs. He had spotted her earlier for the second time, down the block a short distance, not doing anything. That time a car had stopped, the man inside said something, then drove away when she shook her head. That was strange, hookers normally did not turn down potential customers. The last time he looked, he studied her. Not exactly pretty in the classical sense, but her hair was nice, the clothing she had on was comfortable and rather modest for a street woman. She wore a mildly short plain brown skirt, white blouse, a light jacket. Not exactly what most of the harder looking females he was used to seeing on the street had on. Something didn't fit, and Andy was a curious kind of a guy. Next thing he knew, almost without thinking, he found himself headed outside. "Are you all right?" He asked her as he approached. She looked up at him, there was no sign of fear but then if she was a hooker, he didn't think there would be. "I'm fine, sir." She smiled and looked down. "I saw you earlier, and I guess I was...concerned? This isn't a safe place to be just standing around." He told her. "I really am fine." She said again. "Ok then. Sorry to bother you, if you do need anything, I live right there." Andy pointed at the apartment building. Then reluctantly, he went back inside. Checking again a few minutes later, the woman was gone and he promptly forgot about it. +++ The next evening she was back, he spotted her as soon as she arrived. The evening was quite a bit warmer, this time she wore a nice dress, no jacket. The hemline was still a bit short but other than that, she was dressed like a..housewife, perhaps? She looked completely out of place, like she was waiting for someone, or something? As he watched, a car pulled up, two men inside. She again shook her head no at something the passenger side man said. He opened the door and got out, walking up to her. They spoke some, the man reached out and grabbed her, trying to drag her to the vehicle. Andy could tell that she was struggling to break free, so she clearly was not going willingly. He was down the steps and out the door in a flash, the man saw him coming and let go of her, jumping into the car which then tore off down the street. "Are you OK?" He held the women gently by the shoulders to steady her. Her deep hazel eyes met his in an almost blank stare, then she reacted. "Why did you do that?" She demanded, sounding actually angry? "I was?...that man, he grabbed you and was trying to make you get into the car. He might have hurt you, maybe tried to ra..uhh..attack you?" Andy was taken aback by her outburst. "It wouldn't have been my fault." The woman mumbled, then she broke out into tears. "Now what in the hell?" He thought. "Come on, lady. My place is right there, you will be safe. I will see about getting you home, maybe call you a cab, OK?" He began to lead her towards his apartment, she let him pull her there with no resistance. "I'm Andy, that's short for Androcles, my Dad had a sense of humor." Andy chuckled at himself. "Something about an old story, a Lion with a thorn in it's paw and the boy who helped it." He gave her his best disarming smile, hoping to not give her the wrong impression. "I'm Carly, short for Carlotta." She told him. "OK. Well, can I give you a ride home, call you a cab or something?" He asked her again. "No, I'm fine." She said. They looked at each other, now Andy had no idea of what to say or do. "May I use your bathroom?" She suddenly asked. "Yes, of course." He pointed to the doorway, she got up and went in, closed the door. "Would you like some Coffee, tea perhaps?" He called out to her through the closed door. "Tea sounds nice." She answered, so Andy went into his kitchen and began heating some water. This was rather weird, the woman's reactions didn't seem normal at all. She was a bit plain appearing, those eyes were her best feature, she wasn't busty or anything at all like that, she was..just a woman. He guessed her to be perhaps 20, maybe 25 or so. Right at that age where it was difficult to tell. He had just added the tea to the boiling water when he heard the bathroom door open and then close. "Tea is about ready!" He called out to her. She didn't answer, so he walked into the main room. Carly sat there on his tattered couch. The change was obvious and complete. The dress she had on sported a button up type bodice, several buttons were now undone. The way she sat was certainly not lady like, her knees were apart, the hem pulled up above mid thigh. He had assumed that before she had on a bra, now it was clear she did not. He could see the strip of white between her legs, obviously panties. "I...what are you doing?" Andy asked, almost in shock. "Nothing, why?" She looked up at him. "You are..I mean? Could you maybe...uhh..close your legs?" "Oh. Sorry." She put her knees together. "I will fix your tea...Sugar?" He asked. "No, plain is fine." Andy sat down after handing her the cup, she took a tentative sip. "So? Where do you live?" He asked. "I don't want to go home. You seem nice, can I stay here?" Andy blinked at that. "I guess I don't understand. You want to stay here?" "Yes, I like you. You can have sex with me..if you want to, that is. I couldn't stop you." She smiled. "Sex? No, that isn't what I..I saw you and just wanted you to be safe." Andy blurted, now his face flamed a bit. No woman had ever said anything like that to him in his life. "I know. Thank you." She again gave him that odd smile. "I think I had better just see that you get home safely." Carly seemed to let out a sigh. "All right. That would be nice of you, then I won't have to wait for the bus." She told him. Andy led her to his car, drove Carly home. She lived in an apartment complex, one of those typical stacks of boxes all in a row. He thought about her all the way back home. This was one strange lady, he still had no idea at all what she was doing in his section of town. +++ It was almost two weeks before he saw her again, this time she was dressed in slacks and a top, a light sweater over her shoulders. Just standing there, close to a cement wall outside his apartment. Once again a car drove up as he watched, there was a short conversation and the vehicle left. A police car drove by slowly, two men inside, they looked her over carefully. A few minutes later they drove by again, stopping this time. One policeman got out and was talking to her, she shook her head no but then it became clear that they were acting like they were going to arrest her or something? Andy dashed down the steps and trotted over to them. "Hi, Carly! I am sorry I am late. Ready to go?" He said to her as innocently as he knew how to say. The officer looked at him with suspicion. "You with her, bud?" The cop growled. "Yes. We are going on a date." He stepped up and put his arm around her shoulders. "Might be best if you figure out a different place to meet up, Bud." The cop told him. "OK. We will. Thank you, officer." Andy smiled. Once again, Andy took her back to his apartment. "Thank you for that, sir. They thought I was..a prostitute I think." "You aren't, are you?" "No." Her eyes dropped. "Look, Carly. It's not safe to be just standing around in this neck of the woods, some of the people around here are not nice." "I'm sorry. But it wouldn't be my fault." She told him. That was exactly what she had said the last time? "I don't get it, what wouldn't be your fault?" He asked her. "If I got...raped." She avoided looking at him. "You mean..? Do you want to be?" "No. But I couldn't do anything about it." Then Carly started to cry. Andy hated that kind of thing, it always made him feel helpless. He reached out and took her in his arms, hugging her. She let him for a long time, then she turned her face towards his and they kissed, that seemed to be the most natural thing in the world. He had no intention at all of trying to engage in sex with Carly, but his hands began to wander with a mind of their own. She offered no resistance at all, but she also didn't seem to respond. Andy reached up and began to undo the buttons on her blouse, Carly just stood there. "I can't stop you." She mumbled. It finally dawned on him, she wanted to be taken, she wanted to feel helpless. He had heard of things like that, people who enjoyed restraint, what was it that was called. S & M, Bondage? Domination? But at this point he was erect, excited, it had been a long time since he was anywhere near a female. Add in what she had said, he knew he could and being male and young, he just could not stop himself. Slipping Carly's blouse back off her shoulders, he was surprised to see she had close to perfect breasts, smallish with button like nipples. "Touch me back." He whispered to her. "No." She said, still just standing there. Andy let out a sigh and released her. "I can't stop you." She told him, looking him right in the eyes. With a growl, Andy grabbed her and pushed her into his bedroom, shoved her onto the bed. Her eyes brightened as she stared at him. He reached down and tugged at her lower clothing, she wore no panties. Her mass of unkempt pubic hair came into view, then she clamped her knees tightly together. She simply sat there on the edge of his bed, naked except for her socks. Andy quickly stripped off his own clothing, his penis now engorged and jutting out obscenely. Carly smiled as he reached down and forcefully pushed her knees apart, bringing her loins into his view. Pressing the palm of his hand against her, then sliding his index finger inside, he found her only mildly damp. Grasping both of her wrists, he pressed her back flat, holding her down on the bed. He probed at her several times with his erection, finding it difficult to locate her entrance. Now she began to squirm, struggle, but he held her firmly. He felt a sudden flood of wetness on his penis, then he slipped inside. Carly let out a squeal as Andy was fully inserted and began to pump at her. "I can't stop you, I can't stop you!" She began to mumble over and over, her hips now thrashing back at him wildly. The entire session lasted less than a half dozen minutes, but it was the craziest yet most powerful climax he had ever had. It took several long minutes before he came back to the here and now. She lay there, naked, not looking at him. He sat up and looked at Carly closely. Her breasts were beautiful, her tummy had a roundish shape to it, her hips were slightly too large for the rest of her. The mass of dark pubic hair managed to hide her fleshy lips, he touched her there so he could see her, they were full and flushed. The bright reddish flush between her breasts and on her belly made it clear that she had reached her orgasm. He reached out and pushed, forcing her to roll over. Her buttocks were round, and close to spectacular. His instinct was to reach out and stroke her behind, instead he smacked her one. She turned to him, her eyes suddenly bright again. "Suck my cock." He told her. "No." She answered. "I said, suck my cock!" Andy reached out and grabbed her hair, almost instantly she slid off the bed and engulfed him. Now he knew what he had here. +++ Four days later, Andy came around the corner to his apartment, there Carly was, leaned up against the concrete wall again. He had been thinking about her almost constantly since that crazy session in his apartment. He had tried to go right back to his own life, but it was clear she was in his head. "What are you doing out here?" He asked her as he walked up. "Nothing." She answered, her eyes dropping. "Do you want to come inside?" "No." "I said, get inside!" He ordered. Carly turned and headed for his apartment, just like that. Once inside, Andy ordered her to remove her clothing. She complied without protest. "Get on the bed, spread your legs." Andy's voice was firm, she slid up on the bed, lay back with her legs open. "Show me everything!" He demanded. Her fingers slid down and she spread herself, held her lips open. He grabbed her wrists, held her down and he took her with no mercy. This time Carly was extremely wet. Once again, his climax was so strong his vision blurred. "You are mine. Understand? Mine, you will move in with me and take care of me, got it?" He told her once he had calmed down. Carly simply nodded. +++ Three years later, Andy pulled into the driveway of the nice little two bedroom house they had bought. Things had improved a lot, a couple of promotions at work had increased his income enough that buying the place was easy. Inside, Carly came out of the kitchen, she had a small towel in her hands and was drying them. She was completely naked, he kept her that way when she was at home. The only time she was allowed clothing was when they went out together sometimes. That way he didn't need to worry about her going outside should one of her urges hit her. He knew that no matter how bad things got, she didn't dare because he had told her not to. A few times that had been a bit of a problem when a delivery man or something showed up, but oh well. He made her answer the door anyway. A few months earlier it had been two women, handing out little religious flyers. For some reason, they had never been back. He gave her a hug, the now ample belly from her being almost 7 months pregnant felt nice against him. His urge was to reach down and stroke it, but that could wait until later. "Long day at work, Babe. Give me a blow job!" He told her as he flopped down in his recliner. Carly slid down onto the floor in front of him, reached to open his trousers and went to work. Andy reached down and twisted both nipples on her swollen breasts. "That's my girl, suck it down deep!" He told her. Carly redoubled her efforts, lord that felt nice. This woman of his was one strange lady, but he had come to love her and the way she was. Things might have to change some when the baby came, but oh well. Whatever works. Strangers This is what happens when my mind has idle moments. As always, this story is fiction and any resemblance to people alive or dead is unintentional. Hope you enjoy. ***** They didn't know each other, had never met before tonight. He was visiting the city on business and she; well, she hadn't given him her story yet. And oddly that was okay, more than okay actually. It was part of the thrill, part of the appeal. She had introduced herself as Kyla, though he doubted that was even her real name. He had introduced himself as Jack and he had most definitely made that up in the moment. They sat in a comfortable lounge in the heart of Toronto, quiet and relatively intimate, the kind of private club you could only find if you knew where to look - and only get in if you had the password. He'd had a devil of a time finding it, there were no signs posted outside... a friend had given him the address and the password but hadn't gone so far as to tell him what the entrance looked like. Thankfully, after much pacing and searching, the bouncer had taken pity on him opening the door and asking him what he was looking for. Inside, he'd ordered a drink at the bar then settled at a table to people watch and get the feel of the place. A piano played off in the corner and offered an underlying soundtrack to the evening. He appreciated that the piano man understood the mood of the place and worked to enhance it rather than change it. People in the know arrived and before long the small club had begun to fill. That was when Kyla had found him. He'd seen her at the bar getting her drink, short flowing skirt drawing attention to long, athletic stocking clad legs. He was a 'leg' man and in his mind, this was a true work of art. His eyes roamed down those thighs and calves until they reached the black stiletto heels and then began to move back up. Legs were his weakness, but that didn't mean he didn't appreciate the rest of the package and as his eyes continued to drift up, he enjoyed the simplicity of the simple white blouse she wore and the way the lace of her bra shone through it. This would be the point he realized she was watching him, watching her. Their eyes met and he blushed in embarrassment. Busted, he thought figuring he'd blown any shot he had with this beauty. To say he was stunned when she joined him at his table would be an understatement. "Like what you see?" she asked, her sultry voice sending shivers down his spine. What the hell, he decided. He'd already been caught. "Very much." "Stand up," she announced and he looked at her quizzically. "You've had a chance to check me out," she explained. "Only fair I get to do the same." Bemused, he got to his feet and she leaned back to study him appreciatively. "Turn." He did as he was told, slightly embarrassed but enjoying the situation. "Very nice," she concluded and he retook his seat. "I'm...," he began but was cut off by a finger on his lips. "Before you continue," she interrupted. "I'm looking for something in particular." He cocked an eyebrow, curious as to what she meant and she gave him a reassuring smile before she continued. "I want sex. But more than that, I want mind-blowing, cavity filling passion with no consequences or conditions. I don't want to know your name or where you're from. I don't want to see you later. I don't want breakfast in the morning. Are you interested?" His cock had stiffened as she spoke, so the question of interest was a moot one. But his cautious side had concerns. "I am," he agreed. "But," "Butt? If you like," she continued with a smile. "Cute," he replied with his own smile. "But, I have some questions first." "Shoot." "How do I know you're safe and clean? Is this going to cost me? And how do I know you're not going to drug me and rob me?" "Smart, I like that," she smiled and reached for her purse, pulling a folded paper from it. "This is my last STD test as proof to whether I'm clean or not." He perused the paperwork quickly and it did indeed say she was clean, that didn't mean it was her paperwork or she hadn't picked something up since this last test. But honestly faking it seemed like a lot of pointless effort and it was pretty clear she was careful. "As for the rest," she continued. "I'm not asking for money and you're welcome to search me for illicit drugs," she winked at him as she pushed her purse towards him. "In fact a thorough search sounds like it could be fun." He looked through her purse finding only condoms, cash, a hotel card and a lipstick. She was likely visiting the city on business like he was, he realized as he weighed the options before him. Finally his mind made up, he passed the purse back to her. "That sounds like the prefect place to start," he agreed getting up and reaching for her hand. He led her towards the washrooms at the back of the lounge. It was a small club and the washrooms were single person units, which served his needs perfectly. A quick glance around told him they hadn't attracted any particular attention, before they rounded the corner and ducked into the first unoccupied unit. He closed the door behind them, locking it as he did, before turning her back to himself and pushing her up against the wall. "Oh," she exclaimed in surprise as his hands roamed freely over her body. "I knew I picked the right guy." Patting her down had been a spur of the moment inspiration and one he was enjoying thoroughly. He handled her body roughly as he moved over her breasts and stomach, eventually fondling her hips and ass down to her gorgeous legs. Her skirt rode up as his hands moved over her thighs and he could feel the heat emanating from her pussy. Catching hold of her panties, he pulled them aside and slid his fingers into her aroused slit. She moaned as he fingered her, her ass pushed out towards him, her breathing coming faster and faster. He hadn't intended to get her off so soon, but given how she was grinding against his hand he couldn't resist the chance. Pushing faster and harder, he drove his fingers in deep. The tips rubbed hard against the walls of her pussy and, when he hooked them forward, they slammed against her g-spot. She moaned as the climax hit her, the juices of her arousal pouring freely down his hand while her back arched as her muscles stiffened. When the climax finally ebbed she nearly collapsed against the wall, her breathing ragged and short. Stepping away from her, he smiled as she turned her head to watch him. "You're right," he said with a smile. "Searching you was fun." "The fun's just starting," she replied as she pushed herself away from the wall. "So, my hotel or yours?" "Mine I guess," he replied as he washed his hands in the small sink. As he watched her in the mirror, he saw the mischievous look she wore as she reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties down and off. Smiling she handed them to him. "These seem to have gotten all wet, so there's really no point in wearing them." The scent of her arousal was heavy on satiny black material and it brought a smile to his face. "This is going to be an interesting night." Strangers The two young men were naked. Jamie, 24, sucked the other man's cock lusciously. It was a slow up and down motion and while one hand was under the man's back, the other was wandering all over his smooth chest. The penis fell out of his mouth and Jamie took his hand off the man's right nipple, and grabbed it. He didn't immediately place it back in his mouth. Instead, he flicked the head and the underside of the shaft with his tongue, while making eye contact with the man. The man's cock was about six inches long and average thickness. Jamie liked it. His own penis was hard as a rock and hung down between his kneeling legs. The man he was sucking was lying on his back, legs spread slightly apart. Jamie was kneeling between them. Jamie licked the underside of the man's penis, from the start of his scrotum, up to just below the head. Whenever he reached the frenulum, that little "v" just under the head, the man's body gave a slight jerk. He was super excited and Jamie knew it. The two had met about an hour earlier at the park. They'd both been jogging and had both stopped to take a breather at the sitting area. Jamie immediately noticed the man's awesome hard body. This man worked out something fierce. His chest, arm and legs muscles were very defined. His chest and arms were hairless, and there was only fine light-colored hair on his legs. And, he had a tattoo. It was on his right arm and took up his entire forearm. It was an elaborate abstract piece of black and white art and for some reason, it turned Jamie right the fuck on. He was staring at it when the man looked over at him and said hi. They made small talk and after about a half hour decided to go back to the man's nearby apartment for some iced tea. One thing, of course, led to another and here they were on the man's bed, having some pretty fucking wild sex. Jamie kept tongueing the man's shaft, but slowly started concentrating on the upper part. He would almost take it into his mouth, then go back to kissing, sucking and licking the shaft. He would either be staring the man in the eyes, something he'd always found hot as fuck as the recipient of a blow job, or he'd close his eyes in concentration. He needed to touch be back touching the tattooed man's nipples and so used his free hand to rub his them. He traced the lines of the man's muscles with one finger, then palm the entire area, paying special attention to the tiny hardnesses in the center. First one side, then the other. His other hand, wrapped around the base of the man's dick, directed the cock this way and that, moving it around to increase the pleasure. Under him, the muscular man was undulating. It felt as though his body was doing the wave from shoulders to flat, washboard stomach to ass nearly lifting on and off the bed. Jamie couldn't take it anymore. He needed to taste that chest, those tits, those nipples. He let the man's penis go and started making his way up his body. First he used his tongue to trace the muscle of the man's six-pack abs. He lingered there, making a pit stop every now and then at the belly button. It was an outtie and he wasn't sure why, but that really turned him on. Then he moved even higher, up to that chest he so wanted. He licked rings around the man's right nipple then dragged his tongue across and did the same to the left one. They were so fucking awesome and while he was up there, his own cock dragged across the man's thigh and a jolt of pleasure ran from the base of his penis into the pit of his stomach. He loved the feeling, but wanted to concentrate on giving for the moment, than on receiving. After a few moments on the man`s chest, he moved lower again and kissed and sucked the underside of his cock. He didn`t use his hands for the moment. They were busy holding him up. He used his mouth and tried a few times to suck the head, now resting on the man`s belly, into his mouth, then he tried positioning his mouth the right way to take the rock hard penis in. A few seconds of trying and the man took Jamie's right hand into his and placed it on his cock. Jamie grasped the base, as he had done before, and resumed sucking, only this time, the top third of the man's penis spent a lot more time in his mouth. With his hand still near the bottom of the shaft, Jamie began giving him a proper blowjob. His lips caressed the sides of the man's cock and he began rubbing up and down on the man's boner with his hand, for some extra intense sensations. He used a moderate squeeze pressure with his hand and kept his lips firm around the penis. His lover's undulation continued and started to become slightly more intense. Jamie sped up his motions, wanting to make this man's orgasm a beautiful one. He suddenly needed to taste this man's salty semen and feel it all over his face and chest. Yes, he wanted the man to come in his mouth and on his chest. He wanted to rub the sticky goo into his nipples like body cream. Jamie was sucking this man hard now, but he wanted a position change. He lay down on his back and for the man to position himself for a little sixty-nine action. Once in position, the man took Jamie's rock hard fuck stick into his warm mouth and the sensation nearly took him over the edge. Jamie accepted the man's cock into his own mouth and both men sucked each other, only Jamie had the advantage of being able to use his hands too. And he did. The mansex in the room, on the bed, was overwhelming. The slightly sweet scent of both these men's sweat, deodorant and horniness and of course the sight of these two young, hot men, would bring anyone to drop their pants and join in from the sidelines. Jamie kept working on the man, as the man worked on him and soon the man began thrusting into Jamie's mouth and he knew he would soon be able to taste this man's cum. He wanted it so bad. He masturbated him hard and sucked good and within two bucks, the man was spurting semen into his mouth. With his hand still working the man's cock, Jamie aimed it at his chest making sure he got at least one spurt on each nipple and then... and then, that just about did it for him. Jamie thrust his own cock up into the man's mouth once, twice, three times and then he came. And he came. He wasn't sure he'd ever come that much before, and the man took it all in. He swallowed every drop of Jamie's cum, sucking it all out. Good to the last drop. Jamie took his hands off the man's penis and rubbed the semen on his tits and all over his chest. He concentrated on his hard little nipples. The man rolled off of him and lay on his back, but kept a hand Jamie's thigh, not far from his softening cock. He rubbed his hand on his thigh and that felt nice. Maybe, there'd be another round. In fact, Jamie was pretty sure there would be. With or without this hot man who gave awesome blowjobs and swallowed, no less. There sure would be a round two, even if he had to do it himself. Strangers He sees her from across the room. She’s smiling and flirting with everyone around her. She’s a very beautiful woman. He starts walking towards her, and stays careful to keep out of her sight. He stands behind her, watching and listening to the sound of her voice, waiting for her to realize he’s there. While he watches, he knows just when she feels him behind her. She tries to turn around to greet him, but he lays a hand on her shoulder, keeping her turned away. As the rest of people around them start to filter out, he steps closer to her. She can feel his body heat penetrating through her clothes, and his breath on her neck. She shivers, despite the heat. He gently tugs on the back of her dress, to get her attention, then walks down the front hall. She turns to follow him, carefully watching the man who was behind her. Stopping at a door he opens it and walks in, still not facing her. She follows, shutting the door behind her and reaching for the light switch. In the darkness, he grabs her hand, reaches out and locks the door. She tries to speak, but he covers her mouth gently and whispers, “Don’t think and don’t question. Just go with it” She has no idea where they are. Being the house of a friend, she is lucky to know where the front door is. For all she knows, they were in a broom closet. Being here with him feels so right. Who cares that she hasn’t seen his face. He is right here, right now, and that is all that matters. She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and tilting her head toward him. Noting her submission, he takes full advantage. He leans his head down and deliberately avoids her lips to forge a gentle assault on her neck. His hands grasp her body, and search for openings in her clothes. Getting impatient, he bunches up her skirt and plunges underneath. He feels only hot skin beneath her skirt. This tells him how daring she was not to wear any underclothes. She gasps and clutches to his shirt when his fingers find her. She’s never done anything like this before, and it frightens her, as well as excites her. She then decides to stop playing the timid mouse. While his fingers are busy plunging in and out of her body, hers are preoccupied with ripping the clothes from his body. She pulls at his shirt, only intending to free some of the buttons, but they hear several of them hit the floor of the darkened room. She can feel his body shaking with silent laughter. She’s shocked at her forcefulness, but never one to quit when faced with intimidation, continues on. Running her hands up his now bare chest, and wrapping arms around his neck, she pulls him down to her hungry mouth. She now surprises him with the fierceness of her kiss. She leans into him, pressing her entire body against him. Holding him close, she explores his mouth with her tongue. Finally stepping back, she begins unbuttoning his pants. She pushes them down to his ankles and kneels before him. She rubs her hands up and down his exposed body, feeling the hard muscles. Placing one hand on either hip, she pulls herself up against him. Now standing before him in the darkness, she pulls her dress up over her head, and kicks her shoes off. She presses against him again, rubbing her breasts against his chest. Enjoying her little game, but tiring of her teasing, he grabs her arms above the elbows and hauls her against him. Turning slightly to the right, he backs her up a few steps until she comes up against a chair, and pushes her into it. His hands move down her arms on to her legs, to rest on her knees. Gently, he pushes her legs apart, and settles himself between them. He touches her again. Soaking his fingers with her hot arousal. Her body starts to move against his hands, the sweet torture seemingly never-ending. With intensity so fierce and sudden, she comes in his hands. He continues his ministrations as if nothing happened, bringing her to the crest of another orgasm, and then pushing her over again. He slows down now, giving her time to breathe and regain her composure. When she is breathing normally again, he stands up and lifts her to her feet. He changes positions with her and sits himself in the chair. He keeps her facing away from him and pulls her onto his lap. He circles his left arm around her middle to keep her still, and rubs his right hand all over her body. Starting with her back, he gently caresses her shoulder and neck. He trails down her spine and up again, causing shivers of pleasure to skyrocket through her body. His left hand moves up slightly to grasp her breast. He gently measures the globe of her breast, weighing it slightly in his hand before squeezing it. His fingers spread to see how much of her breast he can hold in his hand. He then takes the nipple between his fingers and squeezes until he hears her breath catch. She moans softly, and leans back against him. In doing so, she has forced his other hand around to the front of her body. Both hands are now squeezing and pulling on her hard nipples. She’s moaning softly, and is squirming noticeably on his lap. He feels the wetness dropping from her body to pool on his legs. Deciding he’s prolonged their pleasure enough, he gently lifts her body up to position her. He eases her onto him, sliding into her burning core until she is fully impales. She’s moaning more audibly now, not really caring if anyone at the party can hear. His hands go back to torturing her nipples, adding to the stimulation. She rides him, controlling the pace, enjoying the feeling. Her hands are braced on the arms of the chair, helping her movements as she holds herself against him. After a while she rests her head on his shoulder. His breathing has gotten erratic and the feel of it against her neck is driving her crazy. That small bit of extra stimulation is enough to bring her to yet another orgasm. Her moans turn to heavy pants, as she tries to keep quiet. She finally screams, losing the battle. He now feels his orgasm begin to build. He knows she can’t take much more, so he takes over the control of the pace. He grasps her hips and holding her slightly above him, pushes his body in and out of her. He continues this action, gradually increasing in speed. Finally, with a firm hold of her hips, his body clenches, and he comes. They sit there for a few minutes, catching their breath and basking in the feel. She thinks for a few minutes, wondering how to handle this situation now. She still has no idea who he is, and isn’t sure she wants to yet. He lifts her a little and slides out from under her. Sitting in the chair she feels her shoes hit against her feet. Her dress drifts into her lap. Taking the hint, she dresses quickly. “Who are you?” she whispers in the darkness. Coming up to her, he hauls her into his arms and kisses her gently on the mouth. “You’ll know soon enough”, he whispers back. He steps away from her and opens the door. The light from the hall blinds her as he steps from the room and shuts the door. She never saw his face. Give me your opinon. I love feedback! Strangers I woke up slowly, breathing deeply of the scent that surrounded me. I stretched and found aches in places that had not felt that way in a long time. I smiled softly remembering how I got them. I opened my eyes and looked to my side but you were not there. I got up and walked to the living room and found you there, sleeping on the couch, with papers lying on your chest. I sat in a chair and simply watched you sleeping while I thought about how I came to be here. I had arrived in town yesterday evening, looking to relax and have a bit of fun. I did not want to deal with the trouble of waiting for security checks and baggage retrieval, so I had not checked any baggage. I only planned on being here for a few days and had packed light, comfortable clothing in the backpack I was carrying. When I got off the plane I headed straight for the car rental office. As I approached the counter I saw you standing there. You were looking down and I took the opportunity to indulge myself in your appearance. I judged you to be about six feet tall, maybe a bit taller, and very attractive with your sun-kissed hair. Your shoulders filled out the suit jacket you were wearing very nicely, leading me to imagine the appeal of the body beneath it. Then you looked up directly into my eyes. As your blue gaze penetrated my guarded hazel eyes I felt my nipples begin to harden. I knew I was blushing as I reached the counter, surprised by the blatant sexual attraction I felt for you, a complete stranger. You smiled at me and asked me what you could do for me. I stumbled over my words as I told you I needed to rent a car for a few days, my words in total contradiction to the images running through my mind in response to your innocent question. You handed me a contract and a pen, your fingers brushing against mine as I took the pen from you. I stared down at my skin where you had touched me, amazed at the tingling sensation I felt. Just then a young man walked up to you and thanked you for covering for him until he arrived. You started to tell him what I needed then said never mind and walked around the counter beside me. I looked up at you as you took the papers that I had not yet begun to fill out from my hands. I shivered as you spoke softly to me, telling me that you didn’t think I was going to need that car. You held out your hand in silent invitation and I slid mine into it. You told the counter clerk goodnight and we walked out to your car. As you opened the door for me I watched hopelessly as you lowered your lips to mine. What started out as a gentle kiss flared quickly into heated passion as you pressed your hard body into the softness of mine. You pulled away and told me to get in the car and I did without hesitation. I don’t remember anything about the drive except for the touch of your hand on mine. The way you kept contact with me, even while you were distracted with traffic, quieted any fears I may have had about what I was doing. When we arrived at your place I followed you quietly inside. I walked into the living room and laid my bag on the couch. You walked into the kitchen and asked me if I wanted a drink. I asked for a glass of water and waited for your return. When you came in, you handed me the glass and led me to sit on the couch. We talked a bit about what I was doing in town and how long I had planned to be there. You told me a little about yourself and your work. All through the conversation I was completely aware of the heat from your body even though there was a slight space separating us. You took my glass from my hand and set it on a table next to the couch along with yours, then turned back to face me. You reached up and slid your hand into my hair, touching my cheek with your thumb. Your caresses felt so good on my skin as I leaned into them. You then traced my lips with your free hand, circling the softness and then dipping in as they parted. I sighed at the erotic sensations I was feeling just from this contact. I looked into your eyes again and shivered as I saw the passion in them. You removed my glasses and put them on the table behind you. When you turned back this time it was to find me reaching for you. I brushed my fingers over your jaw and around the back of your neck, pulling you to me so that I could taste your hot kiss again. As our lips met I rose up and turned to straddle your lap, pressing myself against you again. Your arms circled me and pulled me tight to your chest, crushing my aching breasts between us. I spread my thighs wider and settled against the growing hardness of your erection. Your tongue thrust deeper into my mouth in strokes that I could feel all the way to my womb. I started to rock against you in response to the throbbing need I was feeling deep inside. You broke away from our kiss and leaned back to look at me. I met your gaze steadily and let everything I was feeling show for you to see. You reached up and traced a hard nipple beneath my shirt and I arched my back to give you freer access. You reached beneath the hem of my shirt and touched my bare skin. I gasped at the electric touch and you pulled my shirt over my head baring me to your eyes. You ran a finger along the edge of my bra, dipping into my cleavage, then slid your hands around my back to release the hooks. You slowly pulled the straps down, revealing my full breasts to your gaze bit by bit. I am breathing hard now, anticipating your touch on them. Soon you had removed the bra completely and dropped it next to my shirt. For a moment you only looked, then you leaned forward and closed your hot, wet mouth over a nipple. I cried out at the pleasure of you sucking gently. You ran your hands up my back and into my hair, pulling gently to make me arch back farther. You sucked my nipple deeper into your mouth and gently nibbled on the hardness of it. I rocked my hips against you again, feeling my excitement mount as I felt the dampness gathering on my labia. You rolled so that I was under you and pushed yourself hard against me. The sensation from your hard cock rubbing against my clit, even through our clothing, was driving me to the edge. You pulled away and I groaned at your absence. Then your hands were on me again, sliding under the waist of my pants and pulling them down over my hips. I raised up to make it easier for you and watched the expression on your face as you discovered that I wore no panties. You pulled my pants off my legs, removing my shoes with them and sat back to look at my naked body. You pulled of your suit jacket and then slowly began removing your tie. I kept my gaze locked on yours while you slowly slid the knot free and began to work on the buttons of your shirt. With each button you opened, each inch of skin you revealed, my gaze slid lower. Finally you reached the last button and pulled the shirt free from your slacks. I licked my lips as you parted the shirt and slid it over your shoulders. I rose up so that I could touch you but you spoke one word. “No.” I lay back on the couch and watched you. You stood up and unbuttoned your slacks that were stretched out over your erect cock. You stepped out of your shoes and let your slacks slide to the floor. I feasted my eyes upon your body, so hard, so sexy, your cock still confined by your shorts. You knelt on the floor and turned me to face you, pulling my hips to the edge of the couch as you moved between my legs. You slid your hands up my sides to cup my breasts, teasing my hard nipples with your fingertips before tracing patterns down my belly to my mound. You cupped it with both hands then parted the flesh. You looked intently at my clean-shaved skin and smiled at me then lowered your head. The first touch of your tongue made me gasp. I arched up to you wanting more, but you held back. When I relaxed again you dipped your tongue in for another taste. The heat of your tongue on my sensitive skin was unbelievable. You stroked me slowly, up one side and down the other, avoiding my clit. You pointed and thrust your tongue into my wet opening and I cried out again. This time you gave me what I wanted and thrust your tongue in deeper, faster. You pulled away again and looked at me. I could feel myself burning under your gaze, the hunger radiating from my eyes. You traced a finger over my wet labia and slid it slowly in, never looking away from me. I bit my lower lip at the pleasure and thrust myself against you. You slid your finger in deeper, pressing against the upper wall, sliding in and out in firm strokes. Then you added a second finger, whispering to me how tight I was. The added pressure of the second finger was driving me higher and higher. Then you lowered your head again, this time going straight for my clit. I thrust myself against you in rhythm with your fingers and tongue. I felt my orgasm building hot and hard deep within me. I ran my fingers into your hair and pulled your head harder against my clit. You responded by licking and sucking faster, driving your fingers deeper and harder, increasing the pressure on my g-spot. I cried out. I came for you strongly, my juices spilling over your fingers, my thighs quivering and clamping down on your head. My back arched and my body tightened as I reached that exquisite release. You slowed your strokes, softened your tongue as you carried me through my orgasm. As I came down I realized how tightly I was holding you to me and relaxed. You gave my clit a few more soft strokes with your wonderful tongue and then raised your head to look at me. I watched you to see what you were feeling. I could see the satisfaction in your eyes, plus the flame of desire still burning brightly. I looked slowly over your body, my eyes coming to rest on your cock tenting out the front of your shorts. I met your eyes again and told you softly, I want you. You asked me how I wanted you. I told you I wanted you hard and deep, soft and teasing, slow and gentle, fast and uninhibited. I want you inside me. I want to pleasure you the way you pleasured me. I want to take you to the edge and hold you there until you can no longer stand it, then I want you to spill your hot seed deep inside me. As I spoke I sat up and started touching you, slowly exploring your body, your beautiful, hard male body. I pushed you gently and you lay back on the floor, letting me caress you. I kissed your lips softly, tasting myself on them, and then moved down your neck, kissing and licking, soft, teasing flicks of my tongue. I moved down the hollow of your chest and to the side, circling a nipple and gently biting it. I blew against it and then flicked my tongue over it in quick, hard strokes. How I love a man with sensitive nipples. I drifted down and kissed your ribs softly, trailing my tongue along a path back to your belly. I dipped and swirled my tongue in your belly button, then made ever-widening spirals around it. I reached your groin and softly sank my teeth in, ever so gentle. The sounds you were making were encouraging me, driving me forward. I rubbed my face against your cock through your shorts. You were so hard. I kissed the head and sucked it into my mouth, letting the material stimulate you as I rotated my mouth over you. I wanted more. I wanted all of you. I slipped my hands into the waistband and slowly pulled your shorts down, watching eagerly as your cock caught in the elastic for a moment then popped free. My lips found you immediately in a soft kiss then I pulled your shorts the rest of the way down your legs and off. I massaged your calves as I worked my way back up your body. When I reached your knees I leaned down and began to navigate with my lips and tongue. Whenever I found a sensitive spot I would linger over it for a moment before moving on. I soon found myself looking at your heavy, swollen balls. I cupped and rolled them in my hands before pressing my nose into them. I began licking them from the bottom and around to the base of your cock. I sucked them slowly into my mouth, one at a time, and rolled my tongue gently over them. I pushed myself up and pressed my warm breasts into them, tucking your hard cock into my cleavage. I rocked against you slowly, watching your cock popping in and out of my breasts. I began flicking my tongue over the head as it came near, then finally I had to have you in my mouth and I dropped down to take you in deeply. I sucked you in and stroked you with my tongue, sliding your length in and out slowly. I drew back out to the head and swirled my tongue over it, flicking the tip and the ridge beneath it. I teased you, just playing with the head for a moment, then plunged down on your length, taking as much of your big cock as I could. I sucked and swallowed, trying to take you in deeper, and stroked my tongue over you as much as your size would allow. I began rising and falling on your shaft, creating a vacuum I was hoping would bring you pleasure. Then I felt your hands in my hair, guiding me to match the rhythm you needed. You tasted so good, felt so hot in my mouth. I wanted to continue, but you stopped me, pulling me off your hot, wet cock. You reminded me of what I had told you, how much I wanted you inside me. I slid slowly up your body, rubbing my nipples against your cock, then your belly, and then against your own nipples. I kissed you deeply, passionately, mixing the taste of you with the taste of me on our lips. I then straddled your hips and lowered my wet pussy against the length of your cock, sliding my labia up and down it, rubbing my clit against the head. I rubbed against you until I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, feeling another orgasm building. Then I raised myself up and positioned your cock head at my opening. I looked at you as I slid slowly onto you. You were so big and hard and I was so tight, but so excited and wet that you were slipping deeper and deeper without too much work. I rose and fell slowly until I had about half of your length buried in my pussy. You reached up and grabbed my hips, never taking your eyes off mine, and held me as you thrust yourself fully within me. I gasped at the feeling of having you completely inside me. There was a bit of pain at taking all of you so deeply, but it quickly dissipated as you held me tightly on your cock. I began to rock against you slowly, enjoying the feel of your hard cock filling me so sweetly. I arched my back and felt you rubbing against my g-spot and started to ride you harder and faster. As I rose and fell on your cock you reached up and played with my tits, squeezing them and rolling my nipples between your fingers. I cried out as the sensations began to flood me, my pussy contracting around your cock as my juices began to flow over you. I knew I needed something but I didn’t know what. Then you took over. You rolled us over and pulled my knees up as you began thrusting hard and deep into my hungry pussy. I grabbed your shoulders and held on tightly, wrapping my legs around your back and rising up to meet your thrusts. Our eyes locked as you pounded me into the floor, driving me farther and farther into the erotic sensations that I could not resist. God you felt so good. You slowed your pace and leaned down to kiss me, both of us breathing hard into each other’s mouth. I told you how crazy you were making me. You slowly pulled out of my pussy, my lips trying to keep you within. I looked at you and you smiled softly, telling me to turn over. I did and you pulled my hips into the air as I rose to my elbows. I looked back at you as you stared at my dripping pussy, stroking your cock. You moved forward and rubbed your cock up and down my slit, rubbing against my clit again. I pushed my hips back and you slid in deeply. I gasped at the depth you reached. You began working me slowly but I was too excited to take it that way. I wanted more. I wanted you hard and deep, and I told you so. You thrust hard and I cried out to you. Yes! You began plunging at a hard pace, your big balls slapping my clit with each thrust. I arched my back to take you as deep as I possibly could. I could feel my juices dripping down my legs as you fucked my pussy. I felt the pressure building hard and fast and knew I was going to cum all over your cock. I begged you to fuck me harder, told you I was going to cum, told you I wanted to feel you cum deep inside me, I needed it. You grabbed and handful of my hair and pulled me harder and harder onto your cock as you reached under me with the other hand and started stroking my clit. A few more thrusts and I felt my walls tighten down on you. I could feel the first wave coming and I cried out to you. Fuck me! God I’m cumming. When my orgasm crashed over me I clamped down tight on your cock. You kept thrusting, faster and faster. I felt you begin to swell in my pussy and begged you to fill me with your hot cum. You thrust so hard I cried out. Then I felt you spray your hot seed deep in my pussy. The pulsing, pounding thrusts of your cock filled me so damned completely. Spurt after spurt of your cum filling me and mixing with my juices, then overflowing. My head was spinning with all of the sensations I was experiencing, then another wave crashed over me and I lost all control. We lay together on the floor for a while with your cock still deep within me, breathing hard and feeling each other pulsing in the aftermath of our orgasms. We were spooned together, you stroking my hair gently and touching me all over. You leaned forward and kissed me softly on the neck. I turned and met your lips for a sweet kiss. After a while you asked me if I was hungry. I laughed softly and you specified that your request was for food. I told you yes and we separated slowly, neither of us wanting to lose the exquisite contact. You ordered Chinese food for us and we ate together sitting in the floor, both of us naked. Later we moved to your bedroom and spent several more hours exploring each other, culminating in another shattering orgasm. You decided not to go into the office in the morning, but told me you would have to do some work from home later that morning. You pulled me close to you and I drifted off to sleep completely satisfied for the first time in years. I slept deeply and peacefully, which is why I didn’t feel you get out of bed. As I watch you sleeping I think that maybe I need to extend my stay here. Strangers She walk into the bar casting her gaze around the dimly lit room. Catching the eye of the bartender she smiled and a knowing look passed between them. Her arrangement with Jim has always been a mutually beneficial one. He would ring and tell her when an appropriate candidate was in and she would flick him a fifty for his trouble. It was the least she could do considering Jim kept her supplied in anonymous men to satisfy her craving. The bar was empty except for a lone figure seated at the bar. She allowed her eyes to travel the length of this lonely figure assessing his suitability. Yes he would do just fine she mused. She walked slowly up behind the stranger and leaned forward to place a long slow lick to his neck just below his ear, tasting his skin for the very first time. The stranger startled and began to turn but she whispered, "don't move." She moved in closer her hard nipples brushing his back through the fabric of her blouse. She could feel the heat of his skin permeating his shirt warming her body. She slowly slid her hands up his back to his shoulders and introduced her hot wet mouth to his waiting earlobe. Gently teasing it between her teeth before sucking it into her wanting mouth. He gasps and shudders, his desire urging her on. Her hands slide down the front of his shirt finding access to his chest. She lets her mouth feed on the delicate skin of his neck nibbling and sucking the salty flavor into her mouth. Her hands find his hard nipples as they glaze across her palms. Her fingers trapped the small hard gems and she began to roll and squeeze them gently causing her stranger to moan. Moving around to face him, she gives her mouth freedom to works its way up his neck and chin to his eager lips. Her lips hover before his, her breath hot on his mouth. She delicately extends her tongue just stroking his bottom lip a little and then takes his lip between her teeth in a gentle bite before sliding her tongue between his lips. Her soft wet lips meet his tasting his tongue in her mouth stroking it with her teeth before she sucks it hard into her mouth. Their kisses became furtive and heavy as they explored the exquisite sweetness of their passion. She made short work of removing his shirt and without removing her tongue from his mouth; she escaped her own revealing large poorly contained breasts barely harnessed by the red bra she was wearing. His hands moved around to unleash her breasts allowing them to fall against his chest. Her nipples sitting proud on milky mounds played against his own erect nipples. She worked her mouth down his neck to his chest sucking and nibbling in delightful moves until it discovered his hot hard nipples. Circling her tongue around the first, she rolled it gently between her teeth before sucking the juicy morsel into her hot wet mouth. As her mouth worked on her fingers teased the other then quickly exchanging mouth for fingers, she worked the other nipple to its fullest. His hands entangled in her long hair as she worked her mouth down his chest further and further down stopping only to lick and suck the delicate skin by his navel. She finds herself on her knees before him and gazes up at him. He can see the desire burning in her eyes as a slow sexy smile slips across her face. Her hands deftly work his jeans undone and at once his manly aroma fills her nostrils and she becomes intoxicated by his sex. His jeans removed and her hot breath against his skin she slips her hands into his briefs desperate to release his cock straining against the fabric. She gasps and her mouth waters at the sight of his awesome cock knowing that soon it would fill her mouth. Trembling with anticipation she places a long slow lick up the length of his cock, slowly she traces around the head with the tip of her tongue tasting those precious drops of precum. Licking her lips, she wraps her wet mouth around his cock and slides her mouth down every delicious inch... As she slides her mouth down his cock, her hair splayed like fire against his thighs. She draws up curling her tongue around the shaft stroking it to its fullest and as she reaches the top, her tongue teases the ridge of his cock and the ball of her tongue stud flicks over the head playfully teasing. She uses the tip of her tongue to work the special area at the back of the head causing him to moan and weaken at the knee. She thrusts her mouth down feeling him in her throat and begins to work his cock to a delicious rhythm. She slides her mouth off his cock her tongue gliding down the shaft but not stopping till she has his tight hot balls in her mouth, first one then the other. Sucking them gently stopping to place little bites and sucks to his inside thighs and gently licking the sensitive skin below his balls She could feel her pussy soaking her panties and her juices were wetting her thighs. As she continued to work his cock in her mouth she slipped her fingers past her g string to stroke her hot wet clit, she nearly cum right there she was so ripe, removing her fingers she smeared her hot cum over his cock before sucking it off. Fuck how she loved the taste of her cum. She stood up kissing her stranger with fully-fledged passion offering her wet fingers to his mouth. He grabbed her laying her down on a table before ripping her skirt and panties off. He didn't need to open her legs as she had them spread already waiting for his mouth to work its magic. He buried his face between her thighs lapping up her sweet hot juices which flowed freely she arched her back and thrust her hips up to meet his waiting tongue feeling his mouth suckling her clit and his fingers slid into her quivering pussy. He felt the muscles tighten around his fingers as he brought her to near climax then stopped pulling her up to kiss him. She sucked the cum juices from his tongue while forcing him down to the ground. Swinging her leg over his hips she sat poised taking his raging cock and slid it across her clit teasing the head in to her pussy just a little before sliding it forward again over her clit. She repeated this cycle of teasing several times till he was begging for satisfaction She took his cock a positioned it by her waiting pussy and thrust down taking the full length inside her. They both moaned in unison and she began rocking her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, her pussy stroking his cock in a manner similar to her mouth. Thrusting up harder and faster she screamed with the sheer passion of it all feeling herself preparing to cum. In a single quick move he had her flipped on her back and pinned a leg back to watch his swollen cock disappear into her wet pussy. Each stroke, smooth and complete, sinking deeper into her. His hips, rocking back and forth, drove his cock home harder and faster. In between long strokes, he would quicken his rhythm delivering fast hard jabs knowing how they intensified the stimulation to her inner parts before settling back to deep full strokes. He grabbed at her breast squeezing her nipple as she began to cum. "fuck me baby, harder, fuck so I forget I have ever been touched" she screamed. He felt hot juices squirt out over his cock and balls and run down his thighs as he pounded harder feeling his own orgasm threaten to explode. Reaching below his cock, he slid his finger over her hot wet ass. Observing her excited response, he worked his finger into her tight hot hole gently but firmly matching the rhythm of his cock. He could feel her muscles trembling against his finger as she was gripped by a powerful orgasm. He gasped and moaned as he shot his load deep into her pussy, which was clamped tight around his cock. He continued to thrust, reveling in the sumptuous wetness of her pussy until her climax and spasms subsided, collapsing exhausted beside her. Trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, she struggled to sit but she knew what she wanted. Lowering her mouth to his spent cock she began to suck their combined cum from his sensitive cock savoring every little drop. When she was sure she had it all she stood looking around for her clothes and began to dress. He spoke to her for the first time to ask if he could see her again. "No baby, this is a oncer" she spoke, struggling to form words. She smiled and kissed him goodbye before handing the bartender a fifty, "thanks for the tip-off Jim." No worries babe, see you next time he said with a wink, watching her as she leaves the naked stranger to collect himself on the floor. Strangers Irony, she thought to herself as she raced for the subway. Always her lot, to be hurried just so that she could wait. Breathless, she quickly dropped her token into its slot and stepped into the car, gifting the conductor with a frail smile along with her wearied presence. She found a seat, away from other passengers, and took a moment to allow her heart to calm its frenzied beat. Crossing her legs and leaning back, she attempted to make herself as comfortable as possible. Her eyes grazed the crowd quickly, taking no note of imminent threat. Her slim fingers slipped within her satchel between its hidden folds and withdrew a book from its depths before arranging the sack beside her. Placing a protective arm over the handle, she drew it to her closely. Can never be too careful these days, she thought. She opened the volume, picking up somewhere in the vicinity of the chapter she had read last. Lost in the musings of Anais Nin, she read from Henry and June, Nin's erotic journal of her love affair with Henry Miller. Just as she was not certain of the cause of its attraction, however, she was well aware of its power. It was the base descriptions of sex, she supposed, intertwined with the intense emotion of passionate, destructive love, that intrigued her. The draw lay within the interludes of harsh, animalistic couplings, of fucking, of taking, of owning, along with tender moments of intimacy, of kissing and fondling and whispering. They reminded her far too much of her own last affair. It was Nin's verbiage that drew her as well, the dated words of "sperm" and "penis," unforgiving, descriptive terms, coupled with euphemisms such as "honey." The woman supposed she was in love with the words, both the emotional feelings and the physical sensations that those words conjured in reaction to the visual images. "And my honey flowed, thick and sweet..." The woman sighed heavily, deep in reverie and images that were not hers. She twirled a blonde lock of hair around her finger, wondering if her own honey would ever flow again. It had been so long. Too long. A bump against her knee caught her attention, a jostling of clothing as she felt someone brush against her. "A thousand pardons," a deep baritone whispered from above her. She glanced at the source, her eyes snagging on the soft brown ones above her. "Truly, I am sorry." His speech was accented, foreign. Other strangers mulled behind him, finding seats and talking in grating tones. She smiled at him, unable to do anything else. His expression seemed repentant, ingratiatingly so, perhaps, his lips arching south in a worried frown. He seemed rather flustered at a simple accident. "It's fine, really," she replied. "Might I?" His question was unfinished, his intent clear. She studied him a long moment, taking note of his suit, dress shoes, his neat nails and smooth hands. Safe enough, she thought. Nodding, she stood to remove her coat to allow more room. She placed it across her lap and put her opened book atop it, the spread pages faced down. "I couldn't help but noticing," he began, his voice soft and light, "your book. I've read all of them, including her other works." His voice was a deep flute, soft and musical. She found herself immediately at ease. "As have I," she replied. "Well, not all of her journals. I've only read a couple of them." He grinned at her, a flash of white teeth against dark skin. His face was the color of cafe au lait, and it struck her that he was not American. He appeared of Indian descent, and yet his British accent seemed ill-fitting with the rest of him. He smiled again, and she was caught in the complimentary measure of his whole--his skin, dark and smooth, his eyes, so bright despite their near-black hue, his voice, a vocal mirror to his smile, full and deep. She blinked as she realized how closely she was studying him. She was always aware of her surroundings; she had been trained to be. Mental swipes of the perimeter, a sense of paranoia that had served her well in the past. And yet, was it merely concern for her safety that noticed the neat fold of his hands in his lap as he watched her, the curve of his cheek as his lips lifted? "Not many Americans seem to have heard of her," he added genially, conversationally as he sat next to her, turning slightly as to face her. She nodded again. "To be honest, I'm not certain how I first heard of her. It just seems that I've always known of her. I found one of her diaries in a library once, and could not put it down. It revolutionized the way I write my own." "Ah, so you write then?" He seemed oddly pleased, a piece of hair nodding with him. Her brows arched upwards as she laughed. "Do diaries really count, though?" "Of course. Everything one writes counts." "I do a bit more than that, but, nothing serious, I'm afraid." His cheeks pulled his lips into a wide grin, his eyes wrinkling with mischief. "A pity. Ah, well, not everyone can be Nin, I'm afraid. Her gift was unmatched." "So true. Something about her words, her life, her love. It inspires both eros and pathos in me." He edged a bit closer to her, his knee touching the coat above her thigh. "Are you easily inspired then?" She blinked at his closeness, and briefly wondered if there were a double meaning to his words. She grew flustered, heat rising to her cheeks as she weighed her answer. "Yes," she admitted. "I'm the veritable romantic. Life, love, eros, pathos, beauty and darkness, it all inspires." "A passionate woman, then," he observed simply. "So I had thought when first I saw you." "You did, did you?" she was surprised. "Yes." He looked at her, his eyes caressing her form, following the curve of her neck, the line of the coat that covered her lap. "It was the way you sat, so sure, the way you chose your seat, a mixture of courage to sit from a vantage point which allowed all view, and, I think, a little fear of something, something a bit more mysterious. It was your hair, unbound, your dress, long but wispy." The tip of his tongue peeked at her, wetting his lips as his gaze remained unbroken. "You have the face of an angel," he whispered, drawing closer to her, his hand now heavy on her knee. "The look of a tigress, calm but for a moment." She looked away, green eyes avoiding his. He had the confidence of someone who said such things often. She had the look of someone who had not heard such things often. "La tigresse qui reve," she whispered, her gaze still distracted, held by some intangible thing away from him. "Yes. Exactly. A goddess." She was certain he was taunting her. She turned her eyes to his face, searching for deception. "A thousand pardons, again," he whispered, his hand moving from her leg. "I -- I say too much entirely. I have a habit of speaking my mind with ill timing." His hand gone, he did not move away from her, his body leaning still, almost against hers. "I am sure you speak your mind quite often." She was mocking him now, her tone carrying a note of disdain. His head shook negatively, his eyes closing briefly as he did so. "I --. No, I do not." He opened them again, his long lashes brushing his cheek, nearly touching his brow. "Tell me, though, have you read Little Birds?" "I have," she answered, blinking at the change of subject. "And what did you think?" "Honestly? I was disappointed. Her journals are so vibrant, so full of sensation. Her erotica, on the other hand, seemed too censored, too lacking of what makes her writing so breath-taking." "They were commissioned to be such. Stripping the emotion out of the act, leaving only raw sexual interludes." She nodded. "I know. A tragedy, really. To me, what is sex without emotion? Nothing. Emotion is passion. It creates lust, transcends an ordinary experience into something sacred." "Yes," he hissed, his hand gripping her thigh once more, her skirt lifting briefly before settling above his hand. "Exactly. Emotion creates passion, inspires lust. Makes gods of men." She felt his fingers on her leg again, five points of heat against her bare thigh. Her eyes met his directly, a challenge. His palm brushed her, his fingers moving slightly, as he gazed at her. "Passion is life, wouldn't you say?" She nodded, her throat catching, as she felt his fingertips play over her leg. They stroked her stockings, her own personal idiosyncrasy, the gartered belt and silken garments suddenly so vulnerable. His smile broadened, opening a chest of pearls once more. He played with the edging, stroking her thigh over the silk and under the lacy tops. "I was not wrong," he whispered, leaning more closely to her. "About?" Her pulse was once more racing, her thoughts scattered. Her breathing was labored as she attempted to gather her wits. She would move his hand in a moment, surely. As soon as she could catch her breath. "Your being passionate." His hand was moving upwards, past her stockings, circling and stroking the skin beneath her skirt. His hand traced her skin, his strong fingers parting her thighs slightly before hovering over the joining between her legs. "I--" She found she could not complete the thought, her head swirling. She could not believe that she was allowing this stranger such privileges. Surely she would tell him to stop, to reprimand him. His lips were to her ear. "You are so wet." He spoke so softly, his voice thick as his breath warmed her skin. His pleasure was evident, his tone and his smile certain of her. She looked away, down, at the floor of the car, suddenly so very aware of the voices around them, the people, all engaged in their own musings, conversations, and novels. No, she wanted to scream. Not here. Not now. Not like this. And my honey flowed, thick and sweet... His face was before her, his aquiline nose a breath from her freckled one. "May I kiss you?" Swallowing, she nodded, her voice leaving her as surely as her good sense had. His lips moved over hers, his tongue tracing her lips, parting them even as his hand pounced, pushing her legs apart and softly stroking her mound. In that moment, she melted, flowed into the seat, liquid and hot beneath his mouth and fingers. His touch pressed against her, moving her panties aside easily, slipping between her folds of flesh, stroking the length of her. He took her bottom lip in his teeth, biting gently. Her eyes flew open at once, widened and startled, even with his. "Goddess," he whispered, her lip still in his grasp. His tongue ravished her mouth, stroking her palate, encircling her tongue. His fingers traced and explored, pinching lightly, tugging on the short hair he found there. He broke the kiss, moving his face from hers minutely. His eyes were deep, endless orbs, the pupil almost indistinguishable from the iris. He merely watched her, his eyes hooded, lids heavy. He was slick with her, that much she could tell. Her instinct was to flinch, to clench her thighs together, although she was not certain if this was to prevent further invasion, or to keep him from escaping. Her teeth captured her own lip, the bottom half pinioned against her teeth as she breathed heavily. "Little bird," he said softly, "my own mount of Venus." His fingers probed more deeply with his words, one entering her swiftly, another on her rosebud. Swirling, they moved inside of her, outside of her, driving her. "Talk to me of emotion. Talk to me of passion. Talk to me of things sacred." His tone was silky, like her stockings, coaxing soft whimpers from her. "I can't," she answered from between clenched teeth. His face moved to her mouth, blocking her sight. She was certain someone had seen them, would see them. Now all she could see was him, his nostrils flared slightly, the tiniest trace of morning stubble on his otherwise smooth skin. His eyes, so large under dark brows, his lashes so long. "Perhaps I should talk to you, then, hmmm? Perhaps I should tell you how I noticed you as you first boarded the subway. Perhaps make you even more self-conscious than you already are, telling you how your neck turned at a sound, your blond hair swaying, and I wanted to kiss you then. How your coat fell open, and I could see the curve of your breast, the outline of your peaks through your blouse. How I wanted to touch them then, take them in my hands, bury my face between them." He was whispering, still, his words barely audible, her quickened pulse the only visible sign she had registered his words at all. Her eyes closed, lashes brushing her cheek as her head rested in the cook of his neck. She would not think of the crowd, the people that could see her wanton behavior. She would not think of herself, allowing a stranger to touch her so. She would only think of this moment, of this hand, this man, this feeling of losing herself in sensation. Her lips against neck buried a half-moan against him. "Yes," he hissed again, his beautiful mouth so close to her. "That is it, my goddess, fly free my little bird." His fingers continued their movement, their claiming of her, stroking her from within. "Perhaps I should confess that I saw the tops of your stockings as you sat, the slit of your skirt moving, revealing your secrets to me. Perhaps I should show you what I envisioned the moment I saw you..." his voice trailed off as he pulled her coat to cover his lap as well. He grasped her hand in his, squeezing, and placed it above his own swelling. Her fingers hovered, the heat of him imminent, scorching despite the lack of direct contact. She lay her hand upon him, curving her palm and fingers to mold to his shape. He said nothing then, only kissing her, his mouth to her neck, her chin, her eyelids. His finger within her jerked, working her faster, harder, with purposeful intent. With no other warning, she erupted, her inner muscles clenching around him, her body pressing ever closer to his. Her fingers grasped him, hard, squeezing him unmercifully as she rocked against him. "My goddess," he moaned against her. "Yes." She felt languid, lost, floating as she melted once more. She looked up at him, her own lids heavy with desire, her own body satiated and yet hungry. She should have felt shameful, outraged. Instead, she only felt needy, starving, wanting more of him. He removed his hand, pulling her towards him. "Please, please..." his motions drew her to him, and, without further words, she was aware of his desire. She stood, smoothing her skirts, meeting no one's gaze as she paused before him, her back to him. She heard the sound she was waiting for, a small noise, the small run of a zipper, and she gasped. He put his hands to her hips, shifting her, positioning her as he guided her to him. He filled her swiftly, in one quick motion, sinking into his lap even as he lost himself within her swollen depths. Once again her honey flowed, sweet and thick, as he sat, unmoving, beneath her. His breath was in her ear again, breathing, unable to form intelligible words. "Goddess," he chanted, a mantra. His strong arms wrapped around her, his hands grasped hers as they clenched together in her lap. It was only then he began to move, short jerking motions, hindered by her weight and the people around them. He buried his face in her hair, moving it aside with his nose, and placed the flat of his tongue against the nape of her neck. "Goddess," he moaned again, lifting her, pressing further inside of her, his manhood thick and taut within her. "A perfect fit. Perfection..." His hands pulled hers more deeply between her thighs, hidden by the coat. Pressing to her, pushing him into her. His breathing became thick and labored as he grunted against her. She could feel his stunted thrusts, brusque and raw; the prick of his parted zipper beneath her; the feel of his arms around her; and the strength of his thighs below. She leaned into him, eyes closed, her lips parted slightly. Locks of her loosened sunflower hair streamed like a golden river behind her, bits falling over his shoulder, between them as he rocked them both. His breathing became frenzied, his movements even more fierce. She opened her eyes, startling as she saw another, a young man, watching her with a shocked gaze. She met it levelly, locking it with her own widening eyes as she felt her lover's surging, his essence filling her like wine into her chalice, flowing, overflowing, an overabundance of passion. She pressed more tightly against him, his face to her neck, clasping their laced fingers hard, as once more she stifled a moan of completion. Neither she nor the stranger broke the gaze. Still coupled, they sat in relative quiet as the sounds of the subway came back into focus. People around them grew louder, their voices harsh, biting, interrupting their joined solitude. Their breathing evened, slowed, and she remained still for a long moment. Her eyes cut to the face of the voyeur, her cheeks brightening. "Thank you," he spoke, finally, the sound pulling her away from the eyes of one stranger and back into the embrace of another. She turned, trying to see him from the corner of her eye, leaning her cheek to his. Her silence was both her own gratitude and acceptance. Suddenly she started. "My stop!" she exclaimed, nearly jumping up in alarm. "I must go..." She stood once more, barely allowing him time to cover himself, noting as she spun to face him, that he was a mess, a wet stain marking his trousers. "Will I?" he asked. She shook her head no, grabbing her bag as she fled the car, her coat and book forgotten behind her. She stepped from the subway, her insides dripping still. She gazed among the crowd surrounding her, unfamiliar faces all, and her spirit simply took flight. Little bird, indeed. Strangers and Lovers Only fifteen minutes after being picked up, Lucia already found herself bored nearly to tears by her thin and awkwardly-tall date Mitchell. She was begrudgingly giving him a second date only at the behest of her mother, who was good friend's with Mitchell's parents through the church. On their first date, Mitchell (never Mitch, as he had felt the need to explain to her) had taken her to an unfunny PG-rated movie, and then made awkward small talk with her on the way home. The date had left her feeling tired, bored, and somewhat hopeless of ever finding a good man if this was what she had been reduced to. It wasn't that Mitchell wasn't a nice guy; frankly it was just that he was too nice, and without any character that would make him either intellectually or sexually appealing to Lucia. Coupled with his bland personality, his physique did nothing for her either; to Lucia's sardonic eye, his narrow and emaciated frame promising only a night of awkward and uncomfortable sex, bereft of any hint of excitement or pleasure. Now they were headed out to dinner, a prospect that filled Lucia with a mixture of mild dread and crippling apathy. She had resigned herself to the displeasure of this evening ever since the conversation in which her mother convinced her to go out with him again, with the promise that he would "grow on her". And all this after Lucia had spent over an hour extolling his lack of virtues to her mother. If she didn't know better, Lucia thought, she would swear her mother must of Mitchell's mother money from some bridge games to be pushing her so hard take the second date. Lucia turned her head and looked up at Mitchell as she walked; suddenly realizing that he had stopped talking and was now staring at her awaiting a response. Hoping that the flush of her cheeks from the chilly air would disguise her embarrassed blush, Lucia struggled to remember what he had been talking about before she tuned out. "Ummm... I'm not too sure?" she settled on as a reply, hoping it would make sense. "You're not too sure how you feel about the government defunding agencies that work to prevent the spread of AIDS in Africa, because they also offer abortions?!?" Mitchell demanded, incredulously. Geez, talk about your light conversations for a second date Lucia thought to herself. "Oh no, I just meant. I'm against it. Not the agencies! I mean the government thing. Right?" Lucia stammered, feeling like an idiot, and knowing she looked it to. "I know! It's unconscionable!" Mitchell stated with finality and feeling. "I hope somebody does something about it." Lucia sighed to herself. Just passionate enough to care, but not enough to do anything about it; typical, she thought. As he went on to discuss the economic standing of a variety of African nations, Lucia found herself tuning out again, being sure to pay just enough attention to know when to nod or shake her head and say something agreeing with him. Mitchell liked to be agreed with, she noticed. He also liked to talk. And talk. And talk. Which he did, for the entirety of the rest of their walk to the restaurant, never again asking her opinion, so as to not embarrass her obviously inferior intellect in his eyes. Fine by me, Lucia thought, as long as he pays for dinner and a few bottles of wine, he can lecture me as long as he wants. They entered the restaurant, a middling-expensive Italian place with a reputation for good Alfredo sauce and bad breath. Mitchell gave his sport coat to the waiter, revealing a wrinkled t-shirt underneath, while removing Lucia's jacket revealed a tight halter top over tight black dress pants that hugged her curves. Mitchell didn't even blink to take her in as he continued his lecture all the way to the table at the back of the room. The hostess looked at Lucia with a mixture of sympathy and disbelief as she left them to their table, and smiled when Lucia rolled her eyes in response. Settling in, Lucia resolved that she would need an entire bottle of red to herself tonight, just to survive. As she anxiously searched the room for a sign of their waitress, Lucia was shocked out of her trance as her eyes locked with those of a man three tables away from her. His gaze was intense, and oozed an inherent danger and sexuality that instantly caught her attention. Though he was sitting at the table with a woman, her back was to Lucia, much like Mitchell's back was to him. Lucia glanced at Mitchell to make sure he hadn't noticed anything, and saw that he was busy staring off into space as he waxed philosophical about the inherent strengths and weaknesses of the Canadian parliamentary system. Looking back again to the brooding stranger, Lucia was pleasantly surprised to see that his eyes had never wavered, and still took her in with the look of a starving man eyeing a steak. She felt herself begin to blush, although her cheeks were not the only place she felt her temperature rising. He was broad, almost stocky, and although fit, he still had the look of a man who knew how to truly enjoy food. He wore a well tailored and expensive suit, which contrasted with his smooth-shaven head that gave a dangerous edge to his look. He looks like the kind of man, Lucia thought, who would order the most expensive item on the menu of a high end restaurant, and then fuck the waitress in the dirty alley behind it for desert. Lucia found herself biting her lip at that thought, and wondering if the restaurant had any job openings. Focusing back into the present, she found the sexy stranger responding to her unconscious lip-bite with a knowing grin, and saw what she thought was an almost imperceptible nod of his head to the right. Turning the way she thought he had gestured, Lucia felt herself blush again, realizing he had indicated the restaurant washrooms. Feeling a surge of excitement, she grinned back, glancing again at Mitchell to see if he was paying attention. She found him gazing down at his cell phone, still prattling away while he looked up a news story to quote for her. Looking back at the stranger, Lucia pushed her tongue into her cheek on the right side, and raised her left hand vaguely towards her face. In one brazen movement, she signed the universal symbol for "want a blowjob?" by moving her hand towards her mouth and pushing her tongue into her cheek twice. The stranger's eyes flashed with glee as a broad smile spread across his face. He nodded slightly, and looked away for the first time in order to address his date, who also seemed to be buried face deep in her cell phone. Watching him make his way towards the bathroom, Lucia felt incredibly alive, as she moved her napkin to the table and politely excused herself to Mitchell. He sighed as she left, commenting that he would continue his arguments for the abolition of the senate when she got back. "I can't wait." Lucia replied as she hurried towards the bathroom as fast as her nervous legs would allow. As she rounded the corner towards the bathroom she found herself face-to-face with her stranger, and adopted a wide grin to match his own. She felt like a mischievous student playing hooky from class as she took his hand in her own and led him towards the door to the men's room. She quelled the butterflies in her stomach as she pushed her way inside, glancing nervously left and right to ensure the room was empty. Seeing her pause, he took the initiative, and led her along into the farthest stall, closing and latching the door behind them. She turned to face him, and he wasted no time in running his hands up her taut stomach and sides, to her heaving breasts. She gasped slightly, legs quivering as he kneaded her chest, groping her like a fleshly released convict getting a lap dance. Biting her bottom lip to stifle her moans, lest she attract attention, Lucia reached gently behind her head to undo the tie of her top. Soundlessly, it feel from her neck to reveal her frilly white bra through which her hardened nipples were clearly visible. A low growl escaped his lips as he tweaked them, and he smiled as she let out an appreciative whimper in response. Suddenly feeling like her legs could no longer safely hold her weight, Lucia fell to her knees in front of him, her hands immediately and instinctively searching for his belt. Unclasping it, she paused to rub her face against his growing bulge, imprisoned behind silky-smooth dress pants. She moaned slightly before pulling away and undoing his button and fly, and letting his pants fall to the floor by his ankles. Drawn by the weight of his belt and wallet, they hit the tile floor with a crash, the sound echoing in the small stall. Flinching inwardly, Lucia never hesitated outwardly as she began to caress his rock-hard cock through his underwear. Knowing time was short, she looked up and met his steely gaze, smiling as she pulled down on the elastic waistband and freeing his bouncing cock and balls in one smooth motion. Reaching up from underneath with her right hand, she began to gently tickle his balls with her well-maintain fingernails, watching as his cock seemed to jump in response, and smiling up at him in return. As he began to caress her hair, Lucia reached up with her left hand and began to slowly stroke his cock from the base. Using this hand to guide it, she smoothly leaned in and took his cock into her mouth. First, she merely slathered the head of his cock with her tongue, rolling in circles around the crown and wetting it with her saliva. Next, moaning, she dove deeper, taking his thick venous cock into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down the shaft in time with her stroking hand. Her hand on his balls began to gently cup them, and juggle them in her fingers. Rolling her head from side to side, and glancing up at him from time to time, Lucia set a slow pace, building it faster and faster, for several minutes. The sounds of her slurping and sucking on his cock to prevent her saliva from slathering her chest filled the small stall. As she pulled back to pause and catch a breath, she felt his hands grip her hair tightly on either side of her head. Smiling, she reached up, grabbing the back of his butt with both hands in response, digging her nails in slightly and making eye contact to signal her permission. With a groan, he thrust himself home slowly, pushing until he felt his cock head enter her throat. He held himself there, in awe of her discipline over her gag reflex as she maintained her eye contact with him throughout. Pulling back just as slowly, he began to build his own pace, fucking in and out of her mouth, alternating shallow and deep thrusts as he began to work his cock into her mouth. She left her mouth relatively loose, just taking the face-fucking at whatever pace her wanted, and egging him on with the occasional squeeze of his cheeks. She gagged here and there occasionally as he thrust deeply and quickly, building up a massive wad of sticky saliva in the back of her mouth. Without warning, he suddenly pulled his cock all the way out, before she had the chance to restart her sucking action and prevent a spill of saliva from pouring out. In a stream that rolled over her bottom lip, Lucia felt her spit and his precum slide down her chip to splatter onto her bra-covered tits. She gasped for air and licked out at the long wet string of it that attached her mouth to his cock, trying to catch it before it fell onto her pants. Quickly she sucked it back and leaning in, taking the head of his cock back into her mouth. This time she fell on him with abandon, using the thick saliva as a lubricant to stroke his cock quickly in her hand, and bob her head up and down the first half of his cock in time with it. She felt, rather than heard him approach his orgasm, his cock becoming impossibly hard as his balls drew up close to the base of his shaft. She moaned and looked up into his intense gaze, nodding subtly in answer to his unasked question. He squeezed her hair in his fist as a warning, and then began to empty himself into her mouth. She tasted his delicious cum filling her mouth and revelled in its salty flavour. She swallowed as he came, taking in his pent-up load as his legs shook and he squeezed her shoulders in his hands. She pushed her mouth forward till her lips reached his balls, allowing him to pulse the last few times inside her throat, before pulling back again to suck the remaining drops from the head of his cock. Swallowing loudly, she pulled her mouth off slightly, squeezing out the last drop and licking it off of his cock with her tongue. She smiled up at him and moaned contentedly. He patted her head in appreciation before offering her a hand to help her up. Before she took it, she reached down and lifted his pants back up where he could reach them with his other hand, and then stood before him. She began to speak, to thank him for the load, and he reached out to place on finger to her lips. He helped her to wipe her chest clean with toilet paper, taking the opportunity to grope her tits one last time. She smiled as she fixed her shirt, and he watched as she made sure her bra was back in its proper place. With a last parting hand-squeeze, she led the way out of the bathroom, making her way swiftly to her seat before she was noticed leaving the men's room. Mitchell began talking before she even regained her seat, and she sighed inwardly. She watched as she saw her stranger sit back down across from his date, meeting his gaze with her own and winking at him. Surreptitiously, she reached up with her napkin to wipe her mouth where she felt some saliva and cum lingering in the corner. She smiled to herself at the thought of the thunderous orgasm she expected to have the minute she got home and started rubbing her clit. The powerful, sexually charged memory would get her through quite a few lonely nights; a memory made all the hotter by the fact that beyond not even knowing her sexy stranger's name, Lucia had never shared even a single word with him. Strangers at the Bus Stop I've just left work and I'm walking to my bus stop. It's a hot summer day, but there is a nice breeze flowing around me, moving my dress around my body. I'm wearing my pretty yellow summer dress, the one with the little flowers on it. In this dress, I feel pretty, I feel attractive and sexy. I know that my breasts pushing up against the thin fabric are looking amazing and attracting attention. I feel men's gazes on me as I walk down the street. I play with the attention they're giving me, pushing aside my hair and letting my hand wander slowly down my chest as I bring down my arm, making sure their eyes follow the path my hand traces down the side of my breast. I wonder, can they see the outline of my erect nipples against the fabric? If someone's eyes cross mine, I slowly look down and bite my lip, acting shy. I must look the sight of a shy pretty girl, innocent, inexperienced. If they only knew how dirty my mind is, what perverse thoughts go through my head at any given moment! I wish someone saw through the act, looked into my eyes and saw the hunger, the need in me for pleasure... All this I think about as I see the men looking over my body as I pass them in the street, the thought of them defiling me with their dirty fantasies turning me on. I reach the bus stop and stand in line to wait. I sense somebody else arriving and standing behind me. Curious, I turn sideways so that I can look over my shoulder at them. I'm staring straight into a man's eyes. He's very handsome; I can't help but smile at him. He smiles back, but with a little bit of a grin. He holds my gaze a little longer and, without any shame, lets his eyes move slowly down my body, evaluating every shape, every curve. I blush, feeling heat creep up my body to my chest. He's completely unashamed to let me see him admiring my body. In that instant, I feel almost naked and exposed, but I don't care. I enjoy his gaze on me. I also have time to notice a few things about him. He's black, strong looking, with wide shoulders and slim hips. He's about my height and he has a very nice face, with kind almond shaped eyes, beautifully shaped lips and he has a shaved head. Definitely my kind of guy, especially with those sexy black and green eyeglasses. As his eyes reach my face again, I feel shy and break eye contact, looking out into the street. I can sense his smile, and he moves his body to look in the same direction as I am. We're standing side by side, his shoulder almost toughing mine because he's standing very close to me. Suddenly, I feel his fingers brush against mine, very briefly. I feel the touch resonate through my body, echoing in my chest and below, making me instantly know I'm even more attracted to him than I originally thought. A few seconds later, his fingers return, caressing my hand. I now understand that it's no accident that he's touching me, testing the waters, because he takes my hand in his and runs his finger over my palm, slowly. I look to the side, and he's watching me, watching my reaction. My breath catches in my throat as he winks at me. I let go of my breath in a deep breath, exhaling my desire. I crave for him to touch me again. I'm breathing faster now and I'm sure he can see my chest rising and falling rapidly. I wonder if it turns him on? His hand is now definitely caressing mine and even moving up on the soft skin of my forearm. I try to pretend as if nothing is happening and I keep looking out at the street. I'm wondering how long it will be before the bus arrives, hoping it will be late, leaving me more time with the sexy stranger. Without warning, his hand is on my lower back! I gasp in shock, because the feeling is electric. My body is reacting so strongly to his touch; I can't help but be surprised! His hand is still, tensed, as if waiting for me to object. I don't say anything; I let my body relax into his touch, wondering what will happen next. When he feels me relax, his hand starts moving again. Slowly, up and down my back. Then, as I don't object, he gets bolder and lets his hand slide over my round ass, faster than before, but still gentle. He moves around in circles, out to the side to my hips and back again to the center, his fingers moving into the hollow between my cheeks. He squeezes lightly, but then starts on his slow exploration again. His hand is moving up and down my left cheek, the one closest to him. He moves his hip close to me, so that we are touching at the hip. I wish I could lean into him and feel his embrace, but I decide to remain distant, pretending that I don't notice what he's doing. I know he's not fooled, but I find it incredibly sexy to let him touch me like this in public, this stranger, and I want him to continue without me interfering. Now that our hips are touching, the movement of his hand going up and down my ass is making the fabric of my dress rise up and it's staying stuck up against his jeans. The next time his hand moves down, he touches my bare skin and the feeling is so incredible! I'm getting wet from his touch; I can't help but react to his magic hand. He moves his hip away from mine and my dress flows back down, over my ass and over his hand, his hand that is now under my dress, directly on my bare skin. I'm wearing a thong, so he truly has access to all my bare skin. His touch is giving me goose bumps, and my nipples are hardening against the fabric of my dress. I hope he notices, so I move my chest up and out a little, to attract attention to them. I hear him chuckle softly and I hear him whisper: 'yes baby, that's it.' Softly, his hand starts caressing me again. Slowly, but with increasing pressure. His desire seems to be growing as much as mine... He gets bolder, letting his fingers go down between my cheeks, moving up and down the fabric of my thong. At this point, I'm past caring about people on the street or at the bus stop noticing what's happening. He could push me against the wall behind us and fuck me in the street and I wouldn't stop him. Instead, I have his fingers caressing me, exploring me. His fingers start moving down lower and lower, moving aside the fabric of my thong at the same time. Suddenly, finally, he reaches where I've wanted him all along. Not far enough yet, but enough so that his fingers are now wet and can slide effortlessly back up to my little hole and caress it more... But he's just teasing, and his fingers go back down to my heat. Then, I gasp as he quickly removes his hand, resenting him cutting off contact at that crucial moment! As I turn around to ask him why he stopped, I spot the bus moving closer to us. He winks at me and smiles. I smile back and I take his hand to make sure he gets on the bus with me. While we're waiting for the other passengers to get on, he moves in behind me, pushing his hips against mine, so that I can feel his erection on my backside... Yes, he's clearly enjoying this as much as I am! His free hand grabs my hip gently and releases me, moving up the side of my body to the side of my breast. Just as I was hoping, he gives it a quick squeeze before letting go to pat my ass as I start going up the stairs of the bus. It's like he's reading my mind! Still holding his hand, I guide him to a seat in the bus that seems perfect for us to continue playing. I sit by the window and he sits beside me. It doesn't take long for him to put his hand on my thigh, teasing, caressing, squeezing. I want him to move his hand further up so badly! I spread my knees slightly, letting him know without a doubt what I want. But, this man is a tease! He looks me straight in the eyes and says 'not yet, baby!' His hand on my thigh is driving me wild; I decide to tease him back a little, to encourage him to give me what I want. I move my hand to my neck and I move my fingers slowly down my neck, to my chest and over my breast. I tease my nipple, I squeeze it as I'm looking him straight in the eyes and I flick my thumb over it gently. I lean in close to him and whisper in his ear: 'I'm not wearing a bra, you know. I can't wait for you to slide down the fabric and run your tongue over my nipple.' Finally, I get a reaction from him as his hand clamps down harder on my leg and he lets out a moan. 'Unf', he says, 'I'll do that and so much more to you, baby girl.' He lets go of my leg so that he can push my other leg closer to the side of the bus. Quickly, he grabs my other leg again, to get it as close to him as possible, effectively spreading me wide. Still as quickly, almost roughly, he reaches for my panties and yanks them aside, exposing my tender, swollen lips to the air. I gasp, thinking he will also touch me this roughly! But no, not him, not this magic man! He knows what he's doing. He locks his gaze onto mine and slowly, gently, moves his hand close to my pussy. I ache for him to touch me; I can't wait any longer, so while our eyes are locked, I whisper 'please...' At long last, his fingers slide over my wetness. I want to cry out, but I don't want to attract attention so I bite down on my lip to avoid screaming. He smiles at me, knows how much pleasure he's giving me. He moves his finger slowly up and down my pussy lips, easily sliding because I am incredibly wet. I can feel it down my thighs and I'm sure I'll leave a wet spot on the seat. I smile, encouraging him to continue. He moves his fingers up and down, slower and then faster. He changes direction, going from side to side or in a circle. It's maddening, it feels so amazing. Every time I feel I might be cumming, I tense my legs but then he slows down, changes direction... The bus has almost reached my stop. I ring the bell and he gets up, letting me pass by him and he follows me out of the bus. I was pretty sure he'd follow me, but I smile now that I know for sure. I definitely want more from him, he can't just tease me and not follow through with anything else! My apartment building is right on the corner of the bus stop. I lead the way, opening the door to the lobby and calling the elevator. A few people get in with us, but we're near the back and he grabs my hips, with my back to him, and moves me closer to him. Again, I feel his hand on my ass, moving under my dress to my skin! He really loves touching me in public.... People start getting off the elevator at different floors, but since I live on the eleventh floor we're soon alone for the last few floors. He pushes me roughly to the wall, leans in to passionately kiss my neck while at the same time his hand in my panties moves to my pussy and he shoves in two fingers, again and again. WOW! I scream out, I move my hips to meet his fingers. I could let him finger me like this forever, but we've reached my floor... Unfortunately. He removes his fingers and as I move out of the elevator, he puts one hand around my waist and walks by my side. His other hand, the one that so recently, for just a few seconds, was in my pussy, is free. He moves it close to my face, close to my lips, and puts them in my mouth for me to taste. I moan and start walking faster, with him supporting me with his arm around my waist. My legs are admittedly weak from so much teasing, so much desire. I have a hard time getting the key in the lock, because I'm in such a hurry to be in the door! Finally, we're inside. As soon as I've locked the door, he starts passionately kissing me, his hands moving all over my body. He grabs my face in his hands, deepens his kisses. His tongue is sweet, he's a marvelous kisser. His hands move down to my shoulders, moving the straps of my dress down my arms. He stops kissing me, so that he can look at my breasts while he removes the fabric covering them... and so he can lean down and lick my nipples. With my tits firmly in his expert hands, he licks my nipples, kisses me everywhere and makes me moan. I can't wait much longer, I need him now! I push him towards my bedroom, to my bed, and we fall down on it. Quickly, my hands are at his belt, unbuckling it and removing his pants and shorts. He sits up a bit to remove his shirt and I get to see him all. I take in the sight, looking over his chest with his curly hair and his nice strong arms. He doesn't let me look for long. His lips are back on mine and he pushes me down against the mattress, getting his body between my legs. I feel his hard dick against my leg, he's done with the teasing. I know he wants me as badly as I want him. I feel his hand going down to my pussy, moving the fabric of my thong aside. With his thumb, he moves down to my wetness then up to my clit, which he massages slowly, in circles, as he moves his cock to rest against the entrance to my pussy. He begins to slowly enter me, until just the tip of his penis is inside me, and he stops. He looks into my eyes and says 'Tell me what you want, baby girl.' I arch my back, moving my hips closer to him, trying to take him inside me and, never breaking eye contact, I whisper 'Fuck me baby. Shove that dick inside of me and fuck me with all you've got.' With that, finally, he pushes into me and I cry out in pleasure. His thumb never stops what he's doing to my clit and soon I can at long last let my orgasm come... I close my eyes, tense my legs and feel my pussy clenching around his cock as I cum. It's one of the most amazing orgasms I've ever had, so strong and intense. His thumb stops moving, he removes his hand, but he never stops fucking me. Now, he has both his hands on my hips and he keeps pounding my pussy so hard! I run my hands over his strong chest, letting my fingers play around his nipples. He likes it, I can feel them getting hard. He's fucking me faster now so I look into his eyes and whisper 'cum for me baby, let me have it, please cum for me baby.' He cries out as he cums, the sound is so sexy to my ears and his dick in my pussy feels so amazing, I can't help but cry out too. He collapses onto my chest, one hand on my breast, and kisses my neck. We fall asleep in each other's arms, spent. I can't help but wonder what will happen when we wake up? I know I'm not letting him leave until we've had at least a second round and I've tasted his dick! I'm not letting him go, because he's the one who's seen through me, seen how much I want to give and receive pleasure, and I'm sure he'll always deliver. Strangers at the Club He was standing behind me, his groin pressed firmly against my ass, his hands holding my body in place. My heels put us at about the right height. "I wanna fuck you. Bend you over right now and shove my dick real deep in your pussy." His words made shivers race down my spine. I could only look out to the audience that was gathering. We were in the middle of the dance floor and I could feel my core throbbing to the beat of the music. His hand creeped under my shirt, grabbing my breast, twisting my nipple ring between his fingers. "You want me to put you on your knees so you can suck my dick?" Moisture pooled in my thong. I wanted it, wanted to feel his dick deep in my mouth, wanted to feel him fill my pussy. People milled around us without noticing our foreplay. He pulled me closer, as if wanted to be inside my body. The hand that had been wrapped around my waist snaked down my hip, going to the hemline of my mini skirt and sneaking underneath. His fingers rubbed against the fabric of my panties. "You're so fucking wet baby. Follow me." I instantly missed his hands caressing me. I didn't want to leave. I wanted him to fuck me right there on the dance floor. I wanted everyone to see as he slammed his dick in my pussy over and over until I came all over his dick. I followed him. Not caring where, as long as the end result was me riding him. He dragged me to a door marked stairs, pushing me against the wall as soon as the door clicked closed. His mouth was on me, his hands pushing my skirt up. I couldn't breathe, and I didn't care. I wanted to feel him, feel his body against mine. My hands moved as if possessed, ripping at his buttons, trying to feel skin. His chest was like silk beneath my hands. I wanted more, needed more. My breasts were out...we were about to fuck in the emergency staircase His mouth engulfed my nipple, sucking on it till all I could do was moan. My hands were desperate for his dick. I grabbed at his belt, fumbling until I got it loose. The button and zipper came next, until I had that beautiful length in my hands. The heat from it made cream drip from between my legs. I didn't think, couldn't hold back. I dropped to my knees, taking every inch of his dick into my mouth. He threw his head back, letting out a guttural animal sound. His hands gripped my head, his eyes locking with mine. "Deep throat it baby, take it real deep in your mouth." I complied, my eyes not leaving his, until my nose rested on his stomach. His hips started pumping in and out of my mouth, my tongue stroking the underside of the head. Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. She was sitting on the stair, her legs spread, her fingers moving back and forth across her clit, and a man's dick in her mouth. I looked up to see his eyes watching us. My body flushed with pleasure...I wanted more. I wanted his dick too. I got up from my position, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the stairs. I sat him down next to her, bent at the waist and started sucking him off again. My pussy was in the air, ready for whatever the other man wanted to do. I saw her stand up; straddle my man's body and squat down until her pussy was in his face. I continued to suck. Fingers started to spread my lips, rubbing my wetness all over my pussy. Then I felt his tongue. The rough texture of it made my body jump. He took my whole clit in his mouth, sucking on it. I wanted to cum...I wanted us all to cum. He continued to lap at my pussy with his tongue, pushing it into my slit, rubbing his thumb against my ass hole. I popped my bottom up to give him better access, with my skirt around my waist with my shirt around my neck I felt sexier than ever. His tongue left me, running slowly across my asshole. I pulled my mouth off the dick, and I watched as he slid her from his face onto his lap, sliding his dick into her pussy. I felt fingers enter me. I pushed my hips back, trying to fuck those fingers deeper into me. I watched fascinated as she rode my man's dick, her b cup breasts bouncing in her shirt. The fingers left me, replaced by his thick dick. My pussy stretched to fit around it. He pushed in and out of me, every stroke getting me closer to pure bliss. I gripped the stairs next to them, watching as he thrust up into her, as her body tensed in the throes of her orgasm. His eyes met mine, and suddenly we were kissing. I could taste her pussy on his lips. I couldn't believe I was kissing one guy while another fucked me from behind. I could feel myself getting even closer. His lips left mine, pushing her off his dick, and then he sprayed his cum all over her chest, covering her cleavage in his juices. The dick left my pussy and was suddenly shoved into her mouth. She was swallowing his cum! He bent over while she swallowed him whole, and started fucking my pussy with his tongue. I couldn't take anymore. My body convulsed, the orgasm sweeping me in a wave of pure pleasure. My legs collapsed, and I sat on the floor, my head resting on the stair. For minutes, all we could hear was the distant sound of the music, and our own heavy breathing. I stood up; straightening up my shirt and putting my skirt back over my ass. I ran my fingers through my hair, clipping it back into a simple twist, and turned to walk away. A hand grabbed my wrist, "Wait, I didn't catch the name of the girl I almost fucked on the dance floor." "I didn't give it." And with that I disappeared back into the club. Strangers at the Movies It's late and I'm on my own in a dark deserted cinema, watching some hot film. The movie is making me feel quite turned on when I feel something warm and moist on my neck. I realise that a guy has slipped quietly into the seat behind me and is now leaning forward and gently kissing my neck and nibbling my ear. I have no idea who it is but it feels good and I moan softly under my breath. I feel his fingers gently stroking my throat. They gradually move down into my cleavage and before I know what's happening the buttons on my blouse have been undone. For some reason I'm not wearing a bra and I can feel his hand moving inside the light cotton material and cup my breasts. By this time I have my eyes closed and I'm revelling in his touch as his fingertips trace lightly over my nipples making them stand out like bullets. My blouse is now fully open and draping off my shoulders exposing my chest to the darkness. Then I feel another hand on my knee and I realise that my intimate stranger is not alone. He has a friend who is now sitting in the seat next to me and is running his hand up the inside of my thigh underneath my wraparound skirt. I look over at him but the light is too dim to make out his features. I know I should resist but their touch is giving me too much pleasure in my already excited state to do anything except enjoy the sensation. His hand reaches the top of my thigh and brushes against the damp material of my panties as I start to feel an orgasm building. I reach behind me and run my fingers through the hair of the man behind me. I grip him tightly as I climax. As I recover I realise that my skirt has been untied and now lies as open as my blouse. The man next to me pulls my panties aside and lowers his head into my lap. I feel my legs open of their own volition and I feel his tongue slowly exploring my slit, finding my inflamed clit and circling it. The kissing on my neck stops, and I feel the man behind me stand up. As he gets to his feet the hand that was in his hair slides down his muscular body and comes to rest on his waistband. I turn my head to the side and I can feel the hard bulge in his crotch pressing into my cheek. I undo the button and slide down the zipper, letting his trousers fall to the floor so that only the soft material of his underwear separates me from his throbbing cock. I kiss the tip through the cloth and I can feel the wetness of his precum against my lips. He roughly pulls down his briefs and his manhood springs back into my face. I touch it with my fingers and hear myself gasp, I can hardly get my hand around it it's so thick. I lean further back and lap my tongue over his smooth balls. I move my tongue slowly up the underside of his prick until I reach the engorged head. I love the salty taste of his precum as I take him into my eager mouth and hold him there, savouring him. I have to open my mouth to its widest position to accommodate him, and I have to swallow furiously to stop from gagging as he slides purposefully into my throat. By this time the other man has removed my panties and is now on his knees in front of me with his face buried in my pussy. He has two fingers sliding in and out of my cunt and it’s driving me wild. He gets to his feet and I feel two pairs of strong arms lift me up and turn me over so I am kneeling on the seat facing that gorgeous thick cock. I can see it in the faint glow coming from the screen and it looks even larger than I had imagined, ten inches at least, it looks like the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. I feel another cock pushing into my snatch, forcing me forward. I open my mouth to take the first prick back into my throat. Both men are now thrusting into me as I come again in a powerful orgasm that has me practically screaming around the dick buried in my throat. I no longer care whether the auditorium is empty or not. Behind my closed eyelids I picture it full to capacity and that everyone has turned to look at me, writhing on my seat, allowing myself to be fucked so wantonly by these complete strangers, and I love it. The man in front of me begins to moan and I can sense that he is about to come. With one hand I reach round behind him and pull him even deeper into me, while with the other I reach underneath and stroke his balls. I feel them start to tighten and I move my hand further back and slide a finger into his ass. I hear him gasp and his come starts to gush into my mouth in powerful spurts. He pulls out and continues to spray jets of hot come over my face and tits. I feel the cock between my legs pull out, and more come streams over my ass and back as he shoots his load all over me. I kneel there with my eyes still closed feeling their spunk slowly dripping down my body, pooling in the small of my back, and running down the curve of my breasts to drip from my nipples. The taste of semen in my mouth is strong and sweet, and sticky rivers ooze down my cheeks and chin. I open my eyes to find I am alone in the near darkness - my lovers have had their fill of me and left. The film ends and as the house lights come up, I grab my skirt and blouse, dressing rapidly before anyone comes in and sees my nakedness. My clothes stick to me and I can feel come trickling down my thighs as I hurry out, but I stop to pick up a leaflet on the way - I wonder what's showing tomorrow night... Strangers at the Pool Become Friend My husband and I have been members of a private lake community for several years. Besides water activities on the lake we take advantage of the pool and the golf course. One day I happened to be at the pool working on my tan when a member took the lounge chair beside me. I had not seen this woman before and so introduced myself. Her name was Kathy and she and her husband had just purchased a home a few blocks from my house. We chatted about the lake, the members, the area, our husbands, and general interests. I was lying on my front with my top untied and Kathy was doing the same. She was trying to find something in her bag and I of course watched to see what she had in it. Much to my surprise I noticed a "girly" magazine in her bag. I made a comment about her choice of reading material and she laughed and said her husband planted it as kind of private joke. "We enjoy reading it and we really like the stories," she said with a smile. I know they are made up but they are erotic and good for ideas. I find the pictures a turn on too." "What a coincidence," I replied, "we do the same and take a similar magazine. We get a kick from the pictures and stories also. My husband takes pictures of me in various poses and positions." "We do that too. Thank goodness for digital cameras." "Tell me about it. We have taken a lot of pictures and I find it fun to take them and then look at them. In fact, I sit on John's lap with his cock in my cunt as we look at them when he puts them up on the big screen. I get so turned on I jack off and cum a couple of times," I whispered while looking around hoping no one else could hear. She looked around too and then leaned closer and said, "Have you made a movie of you two fucking?" "Oh yes, many times. We try to be creative with our story lines. We get inspired by some of the movies we have rented. Sometimes when John is gone on business I pull one out and watch it. I call him while I am watching it and we have some hot phone sex." "We have a couple of good home movies too plus a pretty good library of movies we have purchased. When we find an actor we enjoy we tend to purchase many of the movies they have made. You should see our collection and see if there are any you want to borrow." "Thank you and yes I would like that and I know John will too." We exchanged contact info and I promised to call her later that evening. When John came home I was eager to tell him about meeting Kathy and the conversation we had. I could see his cock growing in this pants the more I talked about it. Now I couldn't leave his cock in need like that so I knelt down and freed his throbbing cock from its confinement. I kissed it and then stroked it as we talked. He suggested that I take the laptop along with some of my favorite pictures. I thought that was a great idea except I wanted him to include some of his favorites too. Now the problem was to determine just how many. We sat in front of the computer with John's hands fondling my tits and his cock buried in my cunt as we reviewed a group of pictures. After a good orgasm, we came up with twenty five pictures and transferred them to my laptop. I rubbed my clit and after another wonderful orgasm I took John's cock in my mouth and jacked him off. I love having him cum in my mouth. I love the way it feels and taste. Kathy and I agreed to meet at the pool tomorrow morning and then head over to her home for lunch. I told her I have some fun pictures for her enjoyment too. I described what had transpired with John and the fun we had. She laughed and said that sounded like what happened at her house. Her husband enjoyed her story and was a happy recipient of a bj. "I love sucking my husband's cock. I love to feel him shoot his load and the way it tastes. It's fun to feel his cum pulse thru his shaft too." "I am in complete agreement. I love licking my cum off of John's cock and then bring him off in my mouth." We met at the pool the following morning and giggled and chatted like young school girls. We recounted the fun we had with our husbands. Talking about fucking and sucking had my pussy wet. I told Kathy I better dip in the pool to cool off and I more than likely have a wet spot to cover up. We dipped in the pool, sunned enough to dry our suits and then headed to her place for lunch and girl fun. Her home was lovely and she gave me a tour of the house and I was impressed with the home theatre. She took me to her bedroom and pulled out two long robes for us to wear. We removed our suits and admired each other's bodies. We both had nice tits and I would say hers were a bit larger. We both had bald pussies too. It seems our husbands really enjoy playing with our pussies. "My husband loves to eat my pussy and jack me off," I said. "Ditto and I enjoy having him do it." Kathy served a nice salad for lunch and we ate out on the deck. After lunch we drank some wine and looked at the pictures I had on my laptop. We laughed about how difficult it is to take a picture and get into the pose during that short time delay. It isn't like we don't mind retaking the picture to get it right. We agreed that having someone else take the pictures would be easier but neither of us were sure we wanted to have a stranger taking pictures. "I usually have John's cock in my cunt when I look at these pictures," I said, "They get me turned on and wet." "They are erotic indeed and I'm wet myself. Right now I could use my husband's cock in my cunt too. A toy in my cunt and my fingers rubbing my clit would feel good right now." "What kind of toys do you have?" I asked. "I have some dildos and vibrators. Come upstairs and pick out the one you would like." I picked out a dildo and Kathy selected a battery powered vibrator that had a nice curve to it. I told her she had a much larger selection than mine. "Toys are like lingerie," she said, "You can never have enough." Kathy suggested we watch one of her movies and enjoy ourselves. I felt anxious about that. I have never sat naked and masturbated with another woman. I find it erotic to do it in front of my husband but this is quite different. "Relax, we aren't lesbians," she said, "We enjoy the fun of sex and the joys of being a woman." We headed to her home theatre and she picked out a movie and dimmed the lights. She opened her robe and put her hands on her pussy and breast. I opened my robe and looked up at the screen. To my surprise it was a home movie of Kathy and her husband. She was dressed as a French maid and he was the master of the house. Her little maid outfit was cute and sexy. They had done a pretty good job of creating a story line complete with decent dialog. It didn't take long before Kathy the maid was naked and her husband was eating her pussy. Soon my dildo was in my cunt and I was rubbing my clit. I could hear Kathy's vibrator working its magic and I could tell by her breathing she was close to an orgasm. I focused on my own pleasure and hearing Kathy gasp as came brought me off too. As I watched Kathy's husband fuck her on the screen and then shoot his cum all over her cunt I pushed the dildo in hard and my body shook with another orgasm. There was more fucking and sucking on the screen and I jacked off until my fingers and bodies were exhausted. I looked over at Kathy and she was licking her vibrator and lightly stoking her pussy with her fingertips. She looked over at me and asked what I thought. "Excellent video," I replied, "I'm anxious for you to see one of mine." "Why don't you take it home and watch it with John." "I like that. Why don't you come over to my house and I'll give you one of ours for your enjoyment." I can assure you there was a very enjoyable evening for two husbands. Who knows maybe a foursome is in the picture or should I say movie.