0 comments/ 500 views/ 0 favorites Roxana By: Scorpio58 Cand eram mici, de varsta gradinitei, mereu ne ciondaneam, pe tot felul de prostii - jucarii, chestii... Era in stare, ca fetita, sa-mi pretinda sa-i dau masinuta, sau tancul, sau camionul, orice! Eu, in schimb, faceam cate o pasiune pentru papusile ei... La locul de joaca, ne articulam cate o lopatica in cap - o data, chiar, ne-am aruncat cu nisip in ochi, unul altuia... N-am mai repetat experienta, intrucat nu ne-a placut, nici unuia dintre noi, cu ce consecinte se lasa... In fine, drumurile ni s-au despartit, asa ca nu ne-am mai intalnit niciodata... ............................................. Am vreo treizeci si cinci de ani si sunt mare director mare... La un moment dat, constatam ca interesele firmei noastre ar beneficia de niste avantaje daca am colabora cu o anumita firma... In fine, se fac conexiunile si stabilim o intalnire de afaceri. Cum ambele firme sunt de un anumit nivel, nici eu si nici ei nu cedeaza, in sensul ca sa mergem noi la ei, sau sa vina ei la noi... In final, apelam la o sala de intalniri de la un hotel - iarasi discutii - cine plateste!... Hotaram sa vorbim cu aia sa imparta costurile in mod egal, in doua parti si sa emita doua facturi, cate una pentru fiecare firma... Problema rezolvata! In sfarsit, vine si ziua Z si ora H. Am grija ca echipa mea sa fie EXACT la ora stabilita - daca ei intarzie, n-au decat! Punctualitatea este politetea regilor!... De asemenea, mai este si semn de seriozitate... Ca dovada, practic, ajungem in acelasi timp. Noi, barbatii, le lasam pe doamne sa intre primele, apoi, invitandu-ne unii pe altii, aproape la modul caraghios, reusim sa intram si noi... In sala, totul este pregatit - bauturi racoritoare, ceva fursecuri, nimicuri... Vine si personalul, cu cafele proaspat facute... The big chief la ei este... o doamna! Inalta, zvelta, cu un par saten deschis, prins intr-un coc, fata ovala, nas drept si bine proportionat in raport cu ovalul fetei, ochi ciudati, ba verzi, ba albastri, de nu stii cum s-o descrii, o gura senzuala, un zambet cam taios, daca-l pot numi astfel... Remarc fruntea inalta, ca si a mea. Despre sani, in afara faptului ca-i are, nu pot spune mare lucru, intrucat este imbracata cu un deux-pieces, realizat dintr-un material lucios, in ape, care, in functie de cum cade lumina, isi cam schimba culoarea... Deh, tinuta de fite!... Lasa, ca nici eu, cu costumul meu Armani, nu seman a tractorist!... Oricum, inainte de a se aseza, nu pot sa nu remarc ce cur misto are si ce bulane bine croite!... Nu stiu ce, insa ceva, desi e vorba de afaceri, ma face sa ma uit atent la ea, parca amintindu-mi de ceva, destul de vag, de incert... Observ ca si ea se uita la mine destul de insistent, chiar daca incearca sa ascunda acest lucru... Incep discutiile. Ne futem in plezanterii, prezentandu-ne fiecare firma, cifre de afaceri, profituri, cacaturi, ca doar de-aia ne-am adus, fiecare, directorii economici. Secretarele noteaza de zor, ca doar trebuie sa ne demonstreze ce eficiente sunt ele... Una peste alta, cand intram in subiect, este clar ca ce vor ei nu vrem noi si ca ce vrem noi, nu vor ei!... E perfect! Fiecare echipa latra, musca, da la gioale, calomniaza chiar!... Singurii mai retinuti in chestia asta suntem... ea, madame director si eu... Dupa o ora si jumatate de discutii - mai bine spus, scandal, imi dau seama ca, daca mergem pe linia asta, o sa colaboram... din parti!... O vad si pe madame director - Roxana - ca este deja iritata si, lafel ca si mine, convinsa ca discutiile de tipul asta nu vor duce, in nici un caz, la vreun tip de colaborare... Eu, fiind mai direct si... prea dur, dupa cum imi reproseaza maica-mea, om cu vasta experienta in operatiuni de comert exterior, opresc discutia. Propun, pe un ton amabil, sa incheiem aceasta "runda de convorbiri", urmand sa ma intalnesc, doar eu si doamna director, sa vedem daca, totusi, putem ajunge la un consens... Se face o liniste mormantala, aproape un minut. In sfarsit, Roxana se hotaraste sa vorbeasca - isi da acordul ca ceea ce se intampla aici nu poate duce la nimic bun, apoi imi propune sa ne vedem diseara la un restaurant, insa, cu conditia de baza prestabilita, ca platim "nemteste", fifty/fifty. Fac si eu un spirit de gluma: - Ce bine! Deja imi puneam problema cu ce bani imi mai platesc intretinerea!... Din fericire, toata lumea rade, inclusiv membrii echipei "adverse"... .............................................. Ajung la "carciuma" cu cinci minute inainte de ora stabilita, iar un nene ma conduce la masa rezervata din timp. La fix, apare si Roxana - ma ridic, dam mana, insa, de data asta ii fac figura si-i iau mana si i-o sarut. Nici una, nici alta, incepe: - Sa stii ca, din punctde vedere al cifrelor... O opresc. - Roxana, nu am zis sa ne intalnim ca sa continuam, sau, eventual, sa repetam ce s-a intamplat astazi, intre "echipele" noastre! Dupa cum vezi, nu am la mine nici un dosar, mapa, laptop, sau alta prostie!... Hai sa ne relaxam, sa ne cunoastem, sa vedem cum o putem rezolva!... Se uita, jenata, pe scaunul de alaturi, unde troneaza o servieta destul de voluminoasa in care, sigur, are de toate!... O las in pace si zic: - Uite, mai intai o sa-ti vorbesc eu, despre mine. In conditiile in care n-ai vreun trecut dubios, poate ca o sa-mi vorbesti si tu despre tine!... Cum, din fire, sunt un tip meticulos si cum, oricum, vreau s-o impresionez, incep povestea spunandu-i despre cartierul in care m-am nascut. Face ochii mari... Ca sa nu va plictisesc, avem, amandoi revelatia ca... noi suntem cei care, cu decenii in urma, ne-am aruncat cu nisip in ochi unul altuia!... Ne ridicam de pe scaune si ne imbratisam. Vazand ce fete fac cei asezati la mesele din jurul nostru, ne distram copios si izbucnim in ras!... In fine, ne asezam, ca sa nu vina seful de sala si sa ne "roage" sa parasim localul... Dupa o scurta pauza, ii spun: - Roxana, daca in seara asta mai aduci vorba de business, ma duc la un magazin de jucarii, iau o lopatica si-ti dau cu ea in cap!... Radem amandoi, cu pofta, facandu-i pe toti cei din jurul nostru, care afiseaza o anumita morga, sa para si mirati, dar, mai ales, indignati!... Povestim - povestim la greu, ca doar avem ce, dupa atatia ani. Eu, insurat, iubindu-mi nevasta, ea maritata, cu un sot pe care l-a iubit ca o nebuna, dar care, de cativa ani, se pare ca nu o mai vede cu aceiasi ochi, chestii... Ii povestesc ca nevasta-mea munceste enorm fata de cat este platita, insa din pasiune... Barbatu-su este "inregimentat" politic si-si pierde timpul mai mult cu partidul, decat cu ea, insa... si-a gasit "refugiul" in business, asa ca... asta este!... Nu pot sa descriu situatia, insa pe amandoi, e clar, ne copleseste o anumita stare, de... magnetism, daca ma pot exprima asa... Cand plecam din carciuma, este deja trecut de miezul noptii - stabilim, la initiativa mea, ca a doua zi, dimineata, la ora zece, sa fiu la ea la birou. Fac si un spirit de gluma: - Sper ca ai cum sa incui usa de la birou! - ...?... - ... Pai, n-ai vazut si tu in filme?!? Dau oamenii jos tot de pe birou, apoi se urca si fac sex acolo!... Rade, nu se supara, dar imi raspunde: - In cazul asta, trebuie sa amanam intalnirea, ca sa am timp sa chem un lacatus sa-mi instaleze o incuietoare!... Bag si eu textul ardelenesc: - Lasa, draga, mai intai munca si dupa aia distractia!... Radem, ca niste copii tampiti ce putem sa fim... O avertizez ca o s-o vizitez imbracat in blugi, asa ca va trebui sa fie atenta, sa nu ma dea personalul de paza afara din cladire... Iarasi radem... ........................................... A doua zi, eu, om serios si de cuvant, ma prezint la receptia firmei imbracat in blue jeans, cu o camasa si o vesta gen cowboy. Singura chestie care contrasteaza, este geanta diplomat... Tipa de la receptie, insa, este deja instruita: - A...! Dumneavoastra sunteti domnul pe care il asteapta doamna directoare!... Imediat! Apasa pe niste butoane, sau dracu' stie ce si apare o tipa, tunsa scurt, atat la par cat si la rochita, care ma conduce... Draft-ul de contract este deja facut, urmand ca noi sa stabilim ceva conditii, clauze, chestii... In juma' de ora, o sa radeti, treaba-i gata, fara certuri, cocosenii sau vaicareli. O cheama pe secretara si-i spune sa-mi trimita, la firma, contractul, sa-l vada si membrii echipei mele... Intors la firma, il gasesc pe patron in biroul meu. - Stii, dragalasul de director economic, iar te-a reclamat! De data asta grav, ca ai pactizat cu dusmanul!... Ma uit la el, zambind: - Vrei demisia mea?... Patronul o da in hohote de ras... - ... Termina cu prostiile si... cauta-ti alt director economic, ca pe asta, sorry, tocmai ce l-am dat afara! Degeaba perorez eu ca... are si el copii, studenti, cheltuieli, chestii... Imi spune, dur si scurt: - Trebuia sa se gandeasca el singur la chestia asta, inainte sa manance cacat si sa-mi saboteze interesele! ....................................................... Contractul s-a semnat, iar treaba a functionat excelent! O sun pe Roxana: - Ce facem, ne uitam pe situatii? - Sigur ca da! Vreun... sfert de ora e bine? - ...?... - ... Hai, mai, ca i-am pus pe ai mei la munca! Totul este sistematizat, de pricepe si Grivei, cainele comunitar!... Iarasi ma duc la ea, la birou. Big surprise! Roxana este intr-un sarafan de blue jeans, de zici ca pleaca la iarba verde!... Cifrele arata ca profitul este cu mult mai mare decat cel estimat de noi! Suntem niste prosti! Si unul si altul!... Iau datele, le studiez, apoi o rog pe Roxana sa-i spuna secretarei sa le trimita si la firma mea... Se intoarce spre mine: - Auzi, oare ce pacate avem noi, sau stramosii nostri, de Dumnezeu nu ne-a lasat sa ne intalnim inainte de a fi casatoriti - si unul si altul?!?... Raspund, "filozofic": - Intortocheate sunt caile Domnului!... Parca se innegureaza... Simt o anumita revolta: - In cazul asta, parca m-as da lui Satana!... - ... N-ar fi mai bine sa faci o pasiune pentru... Santana?... Cu ochii in hartii, imi spune: - ... Fii, te rog, baiat bun si... ia-o pe gagica si... du-o la munte, la mare, la iarba verde - tu stii!... Singurul meu comentariu este: - De ce Dumnezeu nu m-ai avertizat?!? Bagam si eu un cort in portbagaj!... Singura mea problema, este sotia - in rest, din partea patronului, n-am restrictii... Roxana, la randul ei, n-are probleme, intrucat, fiind afacerea familiei ei, singurul "barosan" e... tac-su!... Sun la birou la nevasta-mea si, ca de nenumarate alte ori, ii spun ca... dracu' stie cand mai ajung si eu acasa!... De data asta, am mustrari de constiinta, fiindca una este business-ul si... alta ceea ce, cel mai probabil, urmeaza sa se intample... Mai dau un telefon, la firma, sa-i comunic secretarei ca... e libera sa faca ce vrea. Biata fata! Mai are un pic si da sa planga!... - Hei! Potoleste-te! E de bine, nu-i de rau!... - ... Vai!... Credeam ca ma dati afara!... - Puiule, ai luat-o cu porcu'??? - ... Va rog sa ma scuzati!... - Bine, hai, pa!... Inchid telefonul. ......................................................... Suntem la munte, la Slanic-Prahova, chiar in varful muntelui verde, iar ideea ca piatra poate sa fie verde, o... fascineaza... In fine, coboram de pe muntele verde si luam masa la una dintre "bai", prevazuta cu restaurant... Raportul calitate pret nu lasa de dorit, asa ca... toata lumea este multumita. Ajungem si la momentul "dur": - Puiule, ce facem? Te duc inapoi, la Bucuresti, acasa, sau... ne cazam, ca niste golani ce suntem, pe acilea?... O umfla rasul: - Omule, ce vrei?!?... Sa ma arunc pe spate si sa-mi desfac picioarele in fata ta?!?... - ... Bestie latoasa si frumoasa! Ma "conrupi"!!! - ... Phiu! Ce "conrupatoare" de minori sunt eu, iar tu, baiat cuminte, cu pula dedicata numai unei anumite pizde! Virginule!... Radem, amandoi... ............................................................ Gasim o locatie civilizata - s-o vezi pe Roxana in activitate - ea vrea sa vada camera, sa se uite pe fereastra, sa incerce saltelele paturilor, chestii... Deh, a absolvit, la ASE, Turismul!... Multumeste-o pe asta daca poti!... Repet, soptit, ca bine era daca aduceam si cortul cu mine... O scot din sarite: - Bai, nu ma face, ca... acum mergem si cumparam un cort si tot ce trebuie!... - ... Femeie, ce ai cu amaratii astia?!? Lasa-i!! Au ce au si fac si ei ce pot!... - ... De-aia merge tara asta asa cum merge, ca se gasesc unii ca tine sa-i ia in brate!... - Bine, scorpie, gata, am inteles!... - Tu vorbesti, scorpionule?!?... Sau iti inchipui ca nu ti-am citit dosarul?... Ma umfla rasul: - Totusi, daca te hotarasti, poate afli despre mine lucruri care, sigur, nu sunt mentionate in dosar!... Mi se uita direct in ochi - practic, ma fute cu ochii... - ... Bine, daca vrei sa stam aici, no problem! Imi aduc si eu aminte de anii adolescentei!... Ma aplec si, soptit, o jignesc, cu intentie: - Bine, vaca batrana si reformata!... Nu pierde timpul - imi articuleaza, prieteneste, un pumn in stomac... Comentez: - Ce bine ca nu avem si ceva nisip la indemana!... Izbucnim, amandoi, in ras, spre disperarea administratorului hotelului, pensiunii, sau motelului, sau ce draci poa' sa fie rahatul de camera pe care ni-l pune la dispozitie... Nu apuca sa iasa bine taranu' din camera, ca noi, deja, avem limbile imbarligate... Recunosc ca sunt cam brutal cu sarafanul ei, insa nici ea nu se lasa mai prejos! Tocmai ce a facut sa-mi zboare un nasture de la camasa... Chestia o cam ingrijoreaza, insa ma chinui sa-i povestesc ca nu-i problema... Aiurea! Se duce dracu' tot romantismul si, in patru labe, cautam afurisitul de nasture... In sfarsit, il gasim. Suna la receptie: - Aveti vreo doamna, domnisoara, femeie, in stare sa coasa un nasture la o camasa?... Vine cineva, bate la usa, iar Roxana, deja goala pusca, deschide usa doar cat sa poata inmana camasa... Iar ne luam limbile la tranta... Ma opreste: - Stai sa vina papagalii cu camasa - n-am chef sa ne intrerupa de la chestii serioase!... In nici zece minute, bate cineva la usa... Este o fatuca, cu camasa mea... De data asta raspund eu si-i dau fetii, drept multumire, zece lei... Roxana mi se uita in ochi: - Daca golanul din tine-si inchipuie ca o sa ma arunc, ca ultima curva, sa-ti sug pula, se inseala amarnic!... Trebuie sa ajungi sa meriti chestia asta!... Ma umfla rasul... - Pustoaico, crezi ca... n-am futut fara sa dau muie?!?... - ... Ahhhhh!!!... Ce stremeleag misto ai!... - Hai, Roxi-foxy, ori ne futem, ori ce cacat facem?... Oricum ne-am compromis fata de partenerii nostri de viata!... Roxana rade de se strica: - Bai!... Eu sunt o curva... virgina!... - ... Sa vezi ce-mi bag eu pula-n virginitatea ta!... - ... Vrei sa vezi ca nu te las decat sa ma futi in cur?... Pentru tine, sunt ... virgina! Munceste! Poate, intr-un tarziu, ma convingi!... Ne tandalim, ca narozii!... Saruturile noastre sunt... nasoale!... Practic, ne futem, fiecare, gura celuilalt, cu limbile... O tin de umeri si o strang, dureros... Ma prinde de coaie, apoi, isi duce degetul mijlociu sub coaiele mele si ma maseaza... Imi spune, in gluma, sau, jumatate serios: - Prima data, vreau sa te termin... asa!... Intre timp, ma "lupt" si eu cu lindicul ei... Cred ca o sa reusesc s-o fac sa se slobozeasca... Suntem beti de nu mai stim de noi, insa nu ne lasam, nici unul si nici altul!... Tampiti, ce mai?!?... Nu stiu cand si cum i-am bagat-o, cand si cum a terminat... Cert este ca ne simtim amandoi bine... In baie, la dus, imi spune: - E... mai bine asa, decat cu... nisip in ochi!... ......................................... In sfarsit, e dimineata. Ma intreaba: - ... Tu mai stii ce-am facut noi aseara?... - ... Tot ce tin minte este ca am ajuns la concluzia ca e mai bine asa, decat sa ne aruncam nisip in ochi, unul altuia... Se uita in zare, pe fereastra: - ... Indiferent ce om fi facut, tu... ai folosit... prezervativ?... - Draci! De unde?!? Nici macar nu am la mine!... - Futu-te-n cap! Poate ma lasi gravida!... - ... Pai... nu esti maritata?!? - ... Ba da, idiotule, insa cand mi-o iesi copilul tau din pizda, cum crezi tu ca o sa ma creada ca el este cel care m-a... insamantat?!?... - Lasa-l fa in cacat! O sa se bucure si el ca are un copchil frumos si destept!... - ... Aiurea!... Pe bune, daca m-ai lasat grea, sa stii ca divortez! - ... Femeie, daca-ti inchipui ca eu sunt dispus sa-mi las nevasta pentru tine, zau, iti faci iluzii!!!... - ... Chiar daca ma duc si-i spun ce-am facut, noi doi, aici?!? - Poti sa-i spui si ca am fost o luna la mare, sau la munte si ca ne-am futut la greu, ca eu tot n-o las, insa tu imi vei deveni dusman!... - ... Da, dar poate te lasa ea!... - ... S-o crezi tu!... - ... De ce dracu' va iubiti voi doi asa de mult?!? - ... Uite de-aia! Deoarece, pentru ca si intrucat!... - ... Deci, eu nu sunt decat o curva!... - ... Puiule, tu esti Roxana!... - ... Sunt... o curva proasta! La faza asta, ce dracu' sa-i mai raspund?!? Ne imbracam si coboram la micul dejun... Totul se petrece intr-o liniste stanjenitoare... Ajunsi inapoi la Bucuresti, o las in apropierea casei ei. Inainte de a cobori din masina, imi spune: - Fii atent, in dupa-amiaza asta o sa avem o camera rezervata la hotelul Marriott - vreau sa ne futem si noi, ca lumea, cu mintile limpezi, nu beti ca curcile!... - ... Poate ca vreau si eu sa-mi fut nevasta!... - No problem! Cu cat esti mai futut, cu atat o sa ma tii pe mine mai mult, cracita!... - ... Japita mica!... - Care, mai, ca sunt ditamai stricaciunea de curva!... ................................................... Ajung la Marriott pe la opt seara. Roxana este inca la ea acasa - are barbatu-su niste musafiri, iar ea trebuie sa "faca fata"... In fine, in treizeci de minute ajunge - a luat un taxi, pentru ca iar e... destul de beata!... - ... Pai ce faci, femeie, nu era vorba ca o facem pe... trezie?!? - Hai ca le cer astora un consomme si-mi trece!... Oricum, stam aici toata noaptea, asa ca ar trebui sa-ti avertizezi nevasta. Beata, beata, dar inca gandeste... Ma asculta cand vorbesc cu nevasta-mea... Se uita in ochii mei si-mi spune: - Javra ce esti! Ai vorbit atat de convingator, incat pana si eu te-as fi crezut!... - ... Roxana, si-asa ma simt de cacat! Nu mai rasuci si tu cutitul in rana!... - ... Hai, mai, ca abia astept sa mergem sus, sa-ti iau pula-n gura, sa ma futi in cap, in capul asta de gaina proasta!... - ... Sa-nteleg ca eu sunt... cocos?!? - ... Nu, esti... afacerea ratata a vietii mele! Sunt o proasta!... -... - ... Zau, n-are si nevasta-ta vreun motiv sa-ti dea papucii?!?... E clar ca fata-i beata, beata rau de tot... - Pui mic, hai sa incercam sa ne rezumam la situatie, asa cum e ea... - ... Pai da!... Eu, curva proasta, iar tu, un adulterin!... - ... Ca tu, ce cacat oi fi?!?... - ... Draci! Iar m-am imbatat!... Mergem in camera si... dormim. Dimineata ma trezesc cu pula sculata in gura Roxanei... Nu ma lasa pana nu-mi descarc slobozul in gura ei... Ma ia de mana si mergem la baie, sa facem un dus. Pe traseu, imi spune: - Hai, ca nu vreau sa-mi simta nevasta-ta parfumul - femeile simt chestia asta, mult mai bine ca barbatii!... Nu ma mai obosesc sa-i spun ca stiu si eu chestia asta... Intorsi in camera, o iau si o pun cu curul pe marginea patului - o pompez sanatos, cu aplicatie... E limpede ca-i place ce-i fac... Roxann Prepares... This story is a prequel of my first story, "Going Up". I decided to write another one after a very nice comment on this story. Some of the feedback in the forum I got included the need for more depth of character and what the roles of the characters are. I hope to have filled in some blanks with this story. If you like the stories, please let me know. I have some more ideas where this weekend could be heading, so there could be more to come. If you have any tips, advice or requests for future or other stories, please let me know. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Finally, I would like to thank my editor, Dawn Johnson, for again helping me with my story. Dawn, good luck with your thesis! Roxann prepares Slowly I start moving up from the deep depths of sleep, as morning's sunlight filters through my closed eyelids. I remember faintly that something good was going to happen today, but it is just beyond my reach as I stir under my sheets. Then I remember: you and I are having our first weekend away together! And I am going to take our relationship to another level, take you into new sexual territory, where you have never been before. I think you are ready for it and will enjoy it! I open my eyes with that last thought in my head, giving me a tingle of excitement for a brief moment. As I stretch and yawn, I throw back the sheets and get out of bed. Peeking out of the window to look at the weather, then heading to the bathroom, my mind wanders back to you and what has happened between us over the past month. It has gone so fast, from "just friends" to lovers. The day after our first night together as lovers, you didn't even know what to do with yourself! I giggle when I think back to that look on your face the next morning, like you had died and gone to heaven. And at the same time you looked almost embarrassed, once I woke up. I took the boy to bed the night before, and woke up with you as a man that morning. But all our talks before, all those questions you asked me about everything even remotely sexual have paid off; you did everything right that first night. Wow, the things you could already do to me... it sends a shiver of lust down my spine thinking back on that night. You are already so much more involved and caring when we make love, compared to my previous lovers. The way your fingers explored my body that night, gently caressing every inch, it felt like sparks were shooting from your fingertips to my skin; you made me feel so beautiful, sexy and loved, then. Coming back from the bathroom I see my already packed suitcase, ready for the trip and waiting in the corner of the room. I get a text message from you. I quickly read it, confirming my thoughts: you will be here at 11 to pick me up. It should give me enough time, as I quickly glance over to the clock on my nightstand. Yup, just enough time to prepare myself for you, in ways which you cannot imagine yet... I got my ideas for what to do this coming weekend after our long talks together, and those looks you had when we were shopping. Whilst I was looking through a rack of dresses I could see you wander around, from the corner of my eye, looking at dresses and sneaking a peek to see if anyone was watching you. Then you would touch the fabric of a dress you liked, and linger around it, hoping that I would notice your choice. Another subtle hint was during the time we were at my parents place and I took out the formal dress I bought for a black tie event to get a box out of the attic, I saw your eyes pop and took note of that for future use. Of course, I could also see your eyes wander over women walking the streets, lingering when you saw a woman wearing something you liked. Not that that happened much, you only had eyes for me, even then, when we were just friends. But all those little things have added up, and now I am going to make use of them, to move things up a level with you. And putting my plan in action, I spent a lot of time in the shops and online stores, searching, selecting, trying on, rejecting, finally finding and then buying a lot of different things to wear. I had a lot of fun buying and even more fun trying everything on at home. Wearing them, I can now see why you like some of the things I bought, when you saw other women wearing them. I first did not really get the point. I mean, I do like to be well-dressed, but for instance a cotton night-dress is just as good as a satin one, I thought. How wrong I was...you are taking me into new sexual territory as well, even though you do not know, yet. But after this weekend, that will have changed. As I make some tea and toast, I think back to how everything started with us. How did we end up as lovers finally, and why did it take so long anyway? It feels like I have lost precious time already by not having acknowledged our love sooner. The first time was two years ago, when Al invited you to come along. He couldn't find the bar I had suggested, since he didn't know the city we were both living in. I had my chaperone with me, after just breaking up a steady relationship, I could use the distraction. And so you walked in... just switched to another college, moving like you were still 40 lbs too heavy, which you weren't anymore, and dressed on clothes two sizes too large, in the way mom likes to dress you. In short, awkward and geeky in almost every way. But your eyes, they had a certain something when I looked into them. A deeper sense of ... recognition of a kindred spirit? I am a real down-to-earth girl, but that first meeting seemed almost like destiny. And we had a good time, we really got going together, we had a click, call it what you want. We started to meet regularly and chatted a lot online. It seemed inevitable for the outsider that we were going to end up being a couple. But we managed to keep it off a very long time, after the promise you made a month or so after we met. We were becoming closer and I was afraid to get into another situation in which someone becomes infatuated with me, while I just wanted to remain friends. I hated to hurt your feelings, you seemed so naïve and vulnerable then, and I did not want to lose you. No, you would not fall in love with me, we would remain friends, you promised me solemnly that evening on my couch. And we remained friends, but became very close, while you took your first steps in dating women and letting me help you get rid of your geekiness. You finally were starting to come out of your shell, you kept asking me advice about women, how to act, what to do, like I was your best buddy, instead of a woman. On the other hand, I could call you in the middle of the night, you would listen to all my moaning and complaining about my love life and then ask me to come over, sit me down with a good movie and a bucket of popcorn, and we could enjoy being together, thereby making me forget my troubles. We were great friends together, shared a lot of good times, and bad as well. I laugh as I remember the time I bruised my ankle during a night out and you ended up taking me piggy-back all the way back to the car, making neighing sounds all the way. People around us said we were a couple. We just did not know it yet, but we certainly behaved like one. We very physical then, cuddling a lot and never letting each other out of our sight. Everybody was right, we just did not realize it back then. I thought of you as my big brother and could tell you anything. But then things changed subtly. After a short fling I was fed up and dumped that guy. He was just not connecting with me, in a way you could. I felt I could not pour my heart out with him. Oh, sex was great, ballistic, that is what kept us going for so long. I am not a wallflower when it comes to sex. I have done a lot of things; I have been very experimental, both in and out of bed. That last guy could keep up with my sexual hunger. But it grew old eventually. I ended up comparing him to you, and started getting frustrated with the situation, seeing more and more things that were lacking. Why can't men be more like you? You even knew how to turn me on, to my surprise. We were at your place, where I had crashed on your couch after ending another disastrous fling with another guy. I had changed into my cotton sleep shirt, and was in my sleeping bag. You were sitting at my feet and we ended up discussing foreplay, how you would like to perform with a woman. And as you were telling me about it, I started imagining it as I closed my eyes: I would sit on my bed, naked. As you stand behind me and tie a silk scarf around my head to cover my eyes, you softly tell me to lie down. I lie there, waiting for what comes next, all my senses heightened. Then I feel something softly touch my cheek, stroking it gently. As it traces the contour of my cheek and tracks my lips, I realize it is a large feather. It slowly then goes down my neck, tracing the arch of my collarbone, down between my arm, lightly brushing my breast. I hear my breath catch in my throat as the feather starts moving sideways, gently caressing the underside of my breasts, before starting to go up between them. I feel my nipples harden when the feather starts to get closer to them, and a warm feeling in between my legs starts to radiate outwards. My skin feels charged, my breathing deepens as the feather starts nearing my nipple... I snapped out of my daydream with the realization that I was becoming wet and my nipples were hard, caused by you! "Stop...just stop talking," I exclaimed suddenly as I opened my eyes and laid my hand on your knee. "Why, what's wrong?" you asked, puzzled. "Oh, ehm..nothing, I am just tired, and the way that this night's date went with that guy is still bothering me. I just want to sleep now, sorry." My excuse sounded paper-thin to me and I was afraid you would see right through it. I crawled into my sleeping bag and tried to look tired. You shrugged your shoulders, "Oh, okay, I understand. You do not want to hear me moan about what I would do once I get the chance." You stood up from the couch and zipped my sleeping bag up for me. "Sleep well, wake me if you need anything, okay?" you said as you leaned over me to adjust my pillow. You kissed me goodnight and went to bed. As soon as I heard your door close and the light go off, I had to do something to release that pent-up energy in me. It did not take long, I was so hot after your story. I was soaking wet, and it took a lot of control to reach my orgasm without making too much noise. I imagined it was your hand pleasuring me, as I lay there writhing with pleasure on your couch. Afterwards I felt empty, wishing someone could give me both the physical satisfaction the other guys gave me, and the emotional bond I had with you. Not long after that, you took me to a party and I needed some instant gratification to quench my sexual hunger, so I ended up getting drunk and started French kissing a random guy in a back room. The look on your face when you accidentally walked in -- I could see the jealousy burning off your face. That party was over before it even begun, as we left. I felt ashamed when you took me home. The ride back was quiet and awkward, but I already knew then that you felt the same way about me as I did about you, things were changing between us. Your failed attempts at dating weren't helping. I had a good feeling about what caused that. But what about our promise? I knew you were a man of your word, and was worried the promise would stand between us. At the same time, I did not want to lose you and your friendship. When we got back to my place, you let me out and took me to my door. As I opened the door and looked back in your eyes, I saw my feelings reflected in yours: you wish you could take it a step further but was afraid to. The goodnight hug we had then was normal routine by then for us, but I could feel the longing in your arms and we lingered far longer in each other's grasp. I tried to get more than a peck on the cheek from you, but failed then. I went to bed that evening feeling torn and miserable. The next weekend was the breakthrough I was hoping for. You were coming over for a movie weekend, a regular date we have. I was nervous that afternoon when I went out shopping for that evening, I had even forgotten my shopping list, which took me ages to make in the first place, I just could not focus. I kept thinking of you and wondering what the evening would bring. I dared to wear a sweater with a very wide neck, so it would hang to one side and show a bare shoulder, just a bit more effort but not too much, to see if you would notice. When you finally arrived, the evening started off as usual. I cooked something for us to eat whilst watching the movie as you busied yourself with setting up the DVD. You then came hanging around in the kitchen, passing time chatting with me. But I could tell things were different for you as well, by subtle changes. The pauses between sentences were longer, the looks you gave me lingered longer, there was tension in the air. As you leaned forward to grab the plates, you placed a hand on my waist, which stayed there longer then I was used too. Your closeness to me gave me goose bumps, where your hand rested my skin felt almost on fire. As we finally sat down on the couch and started the movie, we enjoyed the meal and then cuddled together as we usually did, under an old blanket. We had a bottle of wine, which did not last long. The mood was rising, I decided to crack open the bottle of whiskey I was saving for special times. The booze got to me, I would not say I got drunk that night, but I did have far less restraint than usual. As we sat there, on the couch, talking the night away, enjoying each other's company, I started feeling that same emptiness again, which was stronger now I was with you and yet nót with you, if you understand what I mean. I tried to push it away, but you were so gentle, holding me, playing with my hair, that I started crying. "What's wrong?" "It ...is ...just ....that....why...can't....I ..find someone...like....like...." "Like what?" you asked gently, as you hold me tight. "Like y....YOU!" I blurt out finally. I felt you tense up, and I was afraid I had crossed a line. For what felt like an eternity, we sat like that. Then you held me tighter for till I calmed down, let me go and then looked at me. "I think you are a wonderful woman. You certainly are going to find someone that deserves you. I really wish that I could find a woman like you; you tick all the boxes for me. But," you stood up, taking me with you, "for now, we are going to bed to sleep. We have both had too much to drink. Tomorrow you will feel a lot better, aside from the hangover we are definitely going to have." You pecked me on the cheek and wanted to go to your bedroom. I did not let go of your hand as you wanted to walk away. You stopped, looked at my hand holding yours, then looked me in the eye, puzzled. "Would you please...sleep in my bed with me tonight? I feel alone and I do not want to sleep alone". You thought for a moment, but it seemed to last too long. Finally you nodded with a smile. "I'll get an extra pillow for me, you brush your teeth and change." You gave me an encouraging squeeze in my hand and then I could let go. After you had gone, I quickly darted into the bathroom, changed, brushed and got to your room. You had made the bed up for two, and pulled the sheet up to let me crawl in. You went to the bathroom and came back after five minutes. As I lay in bed waiting for you, I felt so nervous like I was still a virgin waiting for her first lover. I still did not know where the night was leading to, what you were going to do, what I was going to do, if anything at all was going to happen. Of course I hoped that something would happen, but I did not have a real clue to what, just a feeling of hope that it would work out, in some way, for the best for both of us. You came into the room, and switched off the main light, only the light on your bedside table was left on. You walked over to your side of the bed, lifted the sheets and get in with me. "This is it," I thought to myself , as I feel my heart skip a beat... ...Wow, time flies when you are daydreaming! I put the dish and cup in the dishwasher and quickly run a bath. I want to get ready for you! I take a peek at the clock above my kitchen counter to see how much time I still have before you get here. Satisfied, I go to my bedroom. I lay out my travelling wardrobe for the trip to the hotel, I have a feeling you will love it. The natural silk fabric of the dress I found is just what you love. The boots I bought are lying in their box, still in their wrapping paper. I can't wait to see your face when you see me wearing them. And, as a finishing touch, the red satin panties. I can feel a mischievous grin on my face as I imagine myself wearing the complete ensemble. I pick up the panties, these were a real find, I love the feel of them. I can't wait to wear them as well, and to feel you taking them off me even more. The bath is ready. I quickly take off my satin nightdress, one of my other new purchases, thanks to you, although you do not know it yet. There is so much for you to find out, all the surprises I have in store for you, I cannot wait! It is true what they say, giving is far better than receiving. And you have given me so much, now is the time for me to give back to you. First I take my razor, and shave off my pubic hair, I want to be smooth as silk, everywhere. I think the panties will look better that way. Gently, taking my time, I remove the hairs, which have grown back quite a bit. I haven't shaved in a long time, as you never asked for it. This is going to be one of other my surprises for you. I tried to keep everything as normal as possible, just like vanilla ice, but even that gets boring after a while and could use some more spice, don't you think? Once I am finished, I put on some soothing music, do a quick time, check and get in to soak. As the warm water soothes me, I feel my skin to see if I have left any stubble. As my finger glides over my lips, I glance over to the bed and see my clothes lying there, waiting for you to admire. Another tingle of excitement, this time more sensual and deeper, races through my body, as I lazily caress my skin, closing my eyes... My mind wanders back to my daydream I was having of that night, once you got in bed with me. As you got in bed, you pecked me on the cheek and turned the light off, making the room dark. I could swear you could hear my heart racing as I lay there with you. I snuggled against you, as you wrapped your arm around me. Now what do I do? What are you going to do? Nothing, it looked like. It did not take long before I could hear your breathing deepen, as you fell asleep. I lay my head on my pillow and started to sink away as well. I started to imagine what should have happened, imagine you again, with that feather, teasing me. This time I started dreaming, and I let my dream carry me on. In my dream, the feather went on, down my belly, over my hip, on to the inside of my leg, before starting its way up again. I felt myself getting hot, aroused, screaming to be touched. I couldn't help it and my hand slid down, stroked my lips, then parted them, as my finger found what it was looking for. I dreamt that your hand then slid down my arm, gently pushing it aside, and you took over. I breathed harder as I felt the tension build. I started writhing on the bed, waves of pleasure emanating from between my legs as your fingers worked their magic. Then, I slowly woke, as I realized that your hand really was between my legs! I moaned as another wave rushed through me, as I pressed my hips against your hand. I looked sideways, trying to see you in the dark. Roxann Prepares... With my one hand I searched for your other hand. I found it, and l placed it on my breast, letting you cup it in your hand. You gently squeezed, and let your thumb roll over my hard nipple as you kissed me in my neck. This nearly pushed me over the edge, finally we were giving in to the feelings we had had for such a long time. My mouth found yours and we kissed, full of passion... As I lie in the bath, my fingers trace over my body and my breast. I start to play with my nipples, which had grown hard as I think back to that night.... I remember finally feeling your erection pressing against my hip, constrained by your boxer shorts. I let my hand glide down your torso, slid it inside your shorts and took hold of your erection, feeling it hard and warm in the palm of my hand. Wow, it felt so good to hold it, I wanted you so much! You shuddered as my hand enveloped your erection, as you moaned in my ear. I managed to stop you for a minute, so I could get my cotton nightie off. I wanted to be naked and feel your naked skin against mine. You threw the sheets off the bed and fumbled with your shorts. I hear you cursing as I lay there, waiting for you. "Shh,....take it easy ...there!'' I said, as I helped you get the shorts off. You looked grateful and at the same time your eyes devoured the sight of my naked body, dimly light by the streetlight outside of my window. "Wow!" was the only thing you could say. I leaned up, pressed my finger on your lips, and then kissed you, wrapping my arm around your neck and taking you down with me, so you ended up lying on top of me... My one hand slides downwards from my breasts to between my legs, rubbing my clit, bringing me in a higher state of pleasure, as I send small waves of water over the edge of the bath. My other hand is playing with my breast, as I brace my legs against the side walls of my bath. I groan with pleasure as I quicken the pace of my finger, massaging my enlarged clit. My eyes are closed as I think of you. As you lay on top of me, I could feel your erection between my legs, quivering, hard and warm. I was wet and ready for you and could not wait any longer. As you kissed me, I took your erection and led it to my moistness. Your gave a sharp hiss as the tip slid between my lips, and I moaned as I rocked my hips forward, letting you slide into me. It felt so good, so right, to finally have you in me. I was expecting a quick end, but you held out far longer than I expected. With each thrust you came deeper into me, while you suckled my nipples, sending me closer to ecstasy. I writhed and moaned, using my legs to pull you closer to me, licking your chest, biting your ear. I loved you, and finally I could let those feelings wash over me, and let you feel them. Soon, sooner than I wanted, I felt your pace quicken, and I shifted my hips so I could feel you better, hoping we would both reach the point of no return at the same time... I lie my head back in the bath, as I feel it coming, I feel the heat building up. I cry your name softly as I feel myself go over the edge. Then it happened; you came into me, hard. I could feel all your energy hit me, like a silver ball of lightning, concentrated into one point, coming into me. As you slowed down, I came right behind you, clutching you closer against me, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. Finally, it has happened, we are now no longer friends but far more, far better than that... After a few minutes, I pull the plug from the bath and get out, still tingling. I feel incredibly sexy now, absolutely glowing. Thinking back to that first time still gets me going. Of course, we did not sleep that night and we took it much slower the second time, learning each other the language of our bodies, talking to each other without speaking a word. I towel off and walk to the bed, getting my things ready. I stand before my bed and slip my red panties on. Once I have pulled the panties up, I let my hand slide over my now smooth mound, still sensitive to the touch. I do not want to mess up these panties, but they feel absolutely wonderful, it takes all my willpower to stop caressing myself. I sit on the bed and take my pantyhose. First my right leg, as I slowly roll the nylon over my legs, admiring the sheen as it encases my leg. After the other leg is on, I stand up, and pull up the remainder of the hose. Moving a bit quicker now, as the clock shows I have only 20 minutes before you get here, I take my dress and pull it on, letting my arms slide through the sleeves, then wrapping the silk around my naked skin. I rearrange the fabric around my breasts as I walk over to my dressing table, already loving the feel of the dress. I sit down, take a brush through my hair and apply just a hint of make-up, followed by some drops of perfume in my cleavage and behind my ears. After some lip-gloss, I stand up, get the boots out of the wrapping paper and set them before me. Slipping the boots on and pulling up the zipper, I feel more powerful and seductive, compared to my usual easy-going nature. Another surprise for you, meeting the more forceful side of me! I run my hand over the leather shaft, imaging it will be your hand very soon. I close my suitcase, stand it by the door, and look out of my window. There you are! Just as I thought, a few minutes too early. You look very eager and happy to see me. One last look in the full length mirror, I imagine looking at myself through your eyes, as I give a small twirl: elegant yet seductive, sexy yet restrained, just the look I was hoping to achieve. There is the doorbell. "Off we go to a wonderful weekend!" I think to myself as I open the door for you... Roxanna's Delight Roxanna stood naked in front of her floor length mirror studying her middle-aged body. It certainly was not perfect, but as she turned this way and that, she smiled. Her large breasts hung more than she liked, but her nipples were still quite responsive. She twisted them as she watched herself. Then her hands caressed the outline of her full figured curves down to her thighs. She bent over and laughed to see her breasts swing playfully. She had a wicked thought. She walked out to her kitchen, past the picture windows of her flat. She doubted that anyone would even notice her nudity. Apparently no one did. She poured herself a glass of white wine, and carried it back to her bedroom. She found her favorite oversized shirt, a white gauze shirt. She slipped it on over her shoulders. Several times she had put this on and joked that one day, she would wear it with nothing else and perhaps go to a club or something just for fun. She laughed out aloud. Tonight would be that night. She sipped the wine. She buttoned 3 buttons on her shirt/dress right around her navel. Then she found a gold chain belt and put that around her waist. This lifted the bottom of the oversized shirt to just even with the bottom of her cheeks in the back. She found her tiniest thong and adjusted it for comfort. Fortunately, her legs were a nice color naturally, so she put on some modest heels, a splash of fragrance, some long dangly earrings and did her makeup. Again, she smiled. Her body was already hot and musky as she slid into her car. She knew just where she would go. A truck driver pulled up beside her at a traffic light, she happily showed her a breast and laughed. There was a jazz club down by the coast where she had been once before with a wonderful Man that passed through her life. It was not unusual for women to dance nude there or in various levels of undress. As she remembered her experience there, she laughed and thought aloud, "My dress probably won't even be noticed!" She pulled into the parking lot and found it rather crowed which she figured was a good thing. Must mean there is good music here tonight. She was right! As she walked in, she caught the eye of several men, but it was the music that got her attention immediately. She walked to the bar and ordered a white wine. She really didn't want to sit. So she got her wine and walked slowly around the room. Her dress was beautifully revealing as it dropped open nearly to her navel then opened up again just below her navel ... to her shadowy treasure. Her slim silver chain hung temptingly between her full breasts. Hungrily, she gently pulled her shirt open even more. She took another sip of her wine. She could feel the dress tickle her bottom with every step and she knew it was partially visible. She found a place along one side where she could hear the music and where she also had some room to dance, just a little. There was a billiard table in the rear. She occasionally looked back there to see the source of a wild call or hoot. A Man seated on a bar stool near the table seemed to be staring at her. He was well dressed with an adorable cap on his head and wisps of reddish curly hair showing from under it. He said nothing to anyone, that she saw, but also seemed to thoroughly enjoy the music. Roxanna felt someone move up close behind her, and her heart jumped. It was nothing. A man had dropped a pencil and bent to pick it up and brushed her hip in the meantime, lifting her skirt. She was starting to feel the affects of the wine. By the third glass, she was quite nicely loosened and her body began to move in perfect time to the music, moving fluidly ... gracefully. Her eyes closed for a minute, then started open. She felt people watching her. She turned to see the Man openly staring at her. She took another sip, and turned to go and chat with Him. "Hello, Sir" she said boldly, but felt a tiny bit shy. "Hello, girl," He said and smiled nicely. "The music is lovely, " she started and faded out. "It makes you want to dance, doesn't it, girl?" "Hah! Yes, Sir! It sure does." "Why do you hold back then?" "Good question, Sir. I guess I'm a bit unsure of myself. It's my first time here." "You are lovely, lass, go and dance!" She finished her glass and set it on the bar beside Him, pausing for a moment to look into His eyes briefly. She turned and found a spot on the floor, among the other couples, and again, closed her eyes and began to let the music sweep her away. She quickly lost whatever self-consciousness she started with and moved erotically to the music, caressing her body, bending and using her hips to swing to the beat. The white gauze quickly began to cling to the moist flesh it barely covered as her own personal fire was kindled. It was as if she was making love to the music, or perhaps, it was doing so to her. A few people stopped their own dance and stood watching her move. Her shirt hung on her aroused nipples, and her private fire was burning openly. She continued to dance, getting more and more passionate. More people stopped to give her room. She never noticed. She moved around the room some, and people moved to allow her this freedom. At some point, she was again in front of this mysterious Man, and He deftly reached out and unbuttoned the 3 buttons of her shirt allowing it to flow more freely, but also naturally, revealing her nakedness, but she danced on undaunted. The crowd began to cheer, "Dancing girl! Dance over here, dancing girl." Her movements became even more erotic as she cupped her breasts as if offering them to unknown gods, arching her head backward and lifting a leg skyward ... Such grace and sex all in one. Another man finally grabbed her shirt and yanked it from her. She stopped for a moment. Her body emanated raw heat, beautiful heat as her hands caressed her groin and pinched her nipples. She was a dreamy figure ... a fantasy. She was lead by someone to the platform in the front of the room, a good size platform, where other girls occasionally danced or stripped. She stood in the center of the platform and began to move her hips with such wanton desire that four men lined up to her left. The first one leaned over backwards, inviting her to dance on his face. Her strong, muscular thighs parted and slowly she lowered herself, her hips always moving, her hands always caressing her breasts or pinching her nipples or parting her thighs more. She lowered herself onto his face and there she danced for several minutes while he enjoyed her juices. She stood and danced around the platform, then returned for the next man. Again, she beautifully lowered herself onto his eager tongue and danced there for the delight of all. She bent forward so another man could grab and squeeze her breasts, which he did with great gusto, also biting one nipple before she again rose ... her juices visible on the face of the happy chap who joined his friends. Suddenly, she simply bent over backwards in a backbend, fully open, then she elegantly pointed one toe toward heaven. It is not surprising that several men throughout the crowd felt their dicks itching to use her, some even unzipped their pants, but the Man from the rear of the room, prohibited them. "Arise, my beautiful girl. Come, it is time to leave. You have danced passionately the erotic dance of female joy. You have made me very proud, my lovely girl. Come, where is your shirt, girl?" "I am not sure, Sir." "Well then, who has my girl's shirt? Ah yes, what do you want for it?" "Can she dance on my face, too?" "What do you say, girl, one more?" "Yes, Sir, for your pleasure." He motioned for the young man to come toward them. "Up on the bar, girl" he said as he helped her up there. The young man sat on the bar stool beside Him . She stood over him, parting her legs widely, and lowered her self for his enjoyment. The crowd went wild as they watched this young man eat her out while she danced for several minutes on his tongue. When, at last she lifted herself with a shiver, the crowd applauded her. "Jump to them, my girl! They will catch you and return you to me." She did as she was commanded and jumped into the crowd. She was caught by a dozen or so people, and she thrilled at the touch of so many hands all over her hot flesh. She arched and moaned as they returned her to Him. He draped her shirt over her shoulders, tweaked her nipples lovingly, and placed his hand on her bum and escorted her from the building. Roxanne The music was pumping and the whole club filled with smoke from the machines. I looked out over it all from my booth at the top of the club. This was my baby, the abandoned warehouse that I found and bought only five years ago, and changed into this amazing club. Starlight. It was half twelve and the party was in full swing. I had finished all my paperwork, so I decided to go down and see how my staff were doing, and maybe have a drink. I walked down the stairs trailing my hand on the banister. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and smiled. I looked gorgeous and I knew it. I was wearing a white backless strapless dress, which was held on by thin black ribbons criss-crossing up my back. My hair was behaving, staying in its long brown bob, and my shoes were gorgeous black shoes made of the same ribbons as on the back of my dress, and with four inch heels. Stunning! I walked over to the bar, and sat down. Chris, the youngest member of my team, brought me over a drink before rushing off to serve other customers. It was a very busy night. I turned round and sat watching everyone dance when a certain dancer caught my eye. She moved so gracefully, perfectly in time with the music. As she swayed her very long blonde hair moved around her, and her amazing breasts bounced with the music. She was wearing a black bikini top, a barely there skirt and stunning shoes which made her legs endless. I just sat there watching her sipping my drink for ages, when she looked up and caught my eye. Enthralled I was unable to look away from her. She kept on dancing, not looking away from me for a second. The way she moved was so sexy, luring me in. Then she stopped dancing and headed over to me. I signalled Chris over, and got myself another drink, and the same for the dancer. She arrived at the same time as the drinks, so I put one straight in her hand, and she gratefully drank it. "Hi I'm Roxanne," she said. Roxanne. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I had had a couple of women before but none as perfect as Roxanne, and I knew there and then that I wanted her, but would she be willing? "I'm Clare," I said, "You looked awesome on that dance floor!" "Thanks," she smiled, her full lips revealing perfect white teeth. I don't know what came over me then, probably the drink, but I just leant in and kissed her. She pulled away and looked shocked, then almost shook it off and kissed me harder. After what felt like forever, but yet not long enough, we separated and, gasping for breath, I took her hand. I led her up the stairs and back in to my office. "Wow how did you know about this room?" she asked, still holding my hand "It's my office," I replied, "I own this entire club." "Holy shit! You have got to be kidding me!" she almost shouted at me. I shook my head and pulled her in for another kiss. I pulled her back with me, still kissing, until I was leant against my desk, with Roxanne leaning against me. I ran my hands up her back, twisting my fingers in her hair, until I found what I was looking for... the ties for her bikini top. I tickled the bit of back around the knot, so that she knew what I was doing, then started to undo the ties. She responded by leaning in to me further, so I undid the ties behind her neck as well and ran my fingernails down her back. She quietly moaned into my mouth, so I let myself leave her luscious lips and trailed my own down her neck and onto her right nipple. She threw her head back, so I gently moved her round me and laid her down on my desk. I manipulated her nipple with my tongue, flicking and sucking and gently nibbling, with my hand playing with her left nipple, rubbing and gently twisting it, until I had her moaning away, and I could smell her excitement. I left her nipples and ran my lips over her tummy, running my left hand up the inside of her thigh, and using my right to balance myself against the table. I could hear her breathing getting rapid, and I wasn't even touching her anywhere special yet. I could tell she wanted it though, so I ran my fingers up closer, until I was gently touching her through her barely there knickers. She was absolutely drenched so I let my fingers slip around her pants and inside her. She let out a loud gasp so I pulled them out and slid them in again, this time harder. She started to move with me, in time with my fingers. I felt her orgasm, but made her ride through it, and brought my head down until I was rubbing her through her knickers with my tongue. It didn't take her long at all to come again. By this point I was so aroused I could barely contain it any more. Roxanne helped there for me. I have never seen anybody move as quickly as she did, but she managed to get me onto he floor in one swift move with my dress all caught up round my belly button. I would have been impressed if I could think of anything except my desire for this wonderful woman. "Hmmm you didn't strike me as a no-underwear kinda girl," she giggled. I smiled and moaned loudly as she pushed my legs apart and thrust her tongue inside me. She dug her nails into my legs in an almost sadistic way as she fucked me harder and harder with her tongue. In no time at all I came, and Roxanne swallowed all my juices then moved up to kiss me so I could taste myself on her. As she came up she pulled my dress up and over my head, which left me lying naked on my own office floor. I leant down and pulled her skirt and knickers off whilst she kissed my neck, then pushed her up so I could take in the breathless beauty that was Roxanne. She had a completely clean shaven pussy, which is exactly how I like them, so I pulled her back down and wrapped my legs around her waist. She smiled at me and started to grind her pussy into mine whilst nibbling my neck. She adjusted herself so we both got a heightened pleasure, until we both came together. I caught my breath, then had a naughty idea. On the side of my office was the window that looked out at my club, but no one ever tended to look up towards it. I lead Roxanne towards it and put her hands on the window and spread her legs. I walked over to the bottom drawer of my desk and opened it with the keys. In it I kept my very special stash... my dildos. I pulled out a large purple one, and thrust it inside Roxanne. She started to go crazy while I fucked her with it on display to the entire club. Unable to help it I started to rub myself up and down her smooth leg. I fiddled with her clit for a few seconds, and heard her moaning getting really loud as she got closer to another orgasm. I could feel myself getting hot as I got close as well, but as Roxanne came all over my dildo and hand I couldn't last any longer, and came on her leg. She ran her finger up her leg and put it in her mouth, tasting my love juices. She kissed me hard, and threw me onto the sofa in the corner of the room. She started eating me out until I was close to coming again, then stopped and walked away. I looked up to see her in my drawer. She came back over with two dildos, one of which was the one I had just used on her and the other a double ended one. She started to fuck me with the purple one until I came then licked up the juices and pushed the double ended one inside me. She put the other end inside herself, and we moved together until we reached our final orgasm of the night. Exhausted, Roxanne collapsed next to me and we fell asleep without another word. That was the best sex I had ever had... at least until the next time. Roxanne & Craig Roxanne was a pretty white girl with black curly hair that fell below her shoulders. About 5 ft 7 with a very healthy and fit body and beautifully soft skin. Her size 36C breasts sat up pert with pink nipples pushing lightly against her t-shirts. She had a tight, apple-shaped ass that left you wanting to take a bite. Her eyes were the most beautiful green eyes that Craig had ever seen. Sometimes he was afraid to look at her fearing he'd get hard and people would see the bulge. Craig was black and 10 years older than Roxanne. He was about 6'1", average build and had green eyes like Roxanne. He had full suckable lips, big hands and from what he was told - a big, juicy cock. After a year of flirting at work, they decided to take a vacation together to the South Pacific. It didn't matter to either of them that Roxanne lived with her boyfriend or that Craig was married. They passed it off as a business trip and spent 10 solid days in paradise. The private island they stayed on was the closest thing to paradise on earth. They both love the ocean and enjoyed all it had to offer - snorkeling, scuba diving and just chilling on the beach till the sun goes down. They spent nearly every sunrise and sunset smoking herb on the beach. They shared a beautiful hut on stilts on a secluded section of the island where everything was made of bamboo and the sheets were white and smooth. One evening as they look out on the water they can see the dolphins splashing and dancing on the horizon. As they enjoy the moment, Roxanne lights up a joint. Takes one draw and passes it to Craig. He takes a draw and begins think about the crush he's had on Roxanne since he first saw her two years ago and wonders if she'd been thinking about him in the same way. They begin to talk about everything from "a-z". When they hit "s" and start talking about sex, shit just takes a wicked, sexy turn. They both share with each other stories about their best sexual experiences and techniques. Craig, not being a stereotypical black guy is a hardcore tit man. He likes a nice ass but for him it's all about some juicy tits. He also loves the taste of pussy. In fact, he can't get enough of it and loves to dive in for as long as his partner can stand it. Roxanne, loves oral. She loves to receive but loves to give just as much. She loves to play and tease her mans cock and balls. Craig is wearing a pair of Nike swim trunks and Roxanne has her green two piece bikini on. As the conversation gets hotter and hotter, Craig's cock gets hard and pops out the side of his swimsuit. Roxanne catches a glimpse and starts to laugh. Craig shows embarrassment but simultaneously makes no apologies. He realizes that something would have to be wrong if his dick wasn't hard. She is one sexy mother fucker and the conversation is hot. Craig switches the conversation up to a little game of truth or dare. Roxanne plays the innocent shy girl card at times so she solely requests truths while Craig wants the challenge of the dares. He decides to cheat. Craig dares himself to take his swim suit off. He then dares Roxanne to let him kiss her. Roxanne's pink nipples are as hard as pepples and as wide as dimes at the suggestion and Craig watches as she takes one look at Craig's stiffening dick. She licks her lips and says, "no problem." As he moves toward her, Roxanne leans over to make it easy for him to kiss her wanting mouth. Craig stops midway and flashes a devious grin. He wasn't talking about the lips on her face. He wants the lips down low. As Roxanne realizes she's been had, she says a dare is a dare, so off her bikini bottoms fly. She begins to tell Craig that the only way he is allowed to do it is if he is gonna be good at it. Before she can even finish her sentence he is salivating and moving down between her legs. The juices of her pussy glistening in the light has Craig's cock hard enough to break glass. He starts to work on the inside of her thighs and the back of her legs with his mouth and tongue. He moves up to her hips and gently bites her hip bones. He carefully and gently rubs his fingers over her moistened pussy. He is only interested in testing her wetness. She fails his standards. He rubs her harder with his index finger over her clit. As he feels the wetness come over her, he places his index and ring fingers inside. Using his thumb, he massages her hardening clit until she begins to moan. Now she is wet the way he likes it. Fingering her slowly and deeply he asks how it feels. She says, "I need it harder, faster, deeper." As he begins to finger fuck her masterfully manipulating her G spot, she unties her top and exposes her beautiful, perky, sexy ass breasts. As a true breast man, he has to show the girls some love. With his fingers still pounding away at her box, he bends down to suck and bite her hard nipples. Gently licking the space between her breasts, he slides up to her moaning mouth to give a deep, passionate kiss. As their tongues dance, Craig withdraws his fingers from Roxanne's sopping pussy. He takes his wet fingers and traces them around the shape of her mouth. She looks at Craig with her sensual and seductive green eyes and he melts. Craig begs for her tongue to devour his. His body trembles in anticipation as he watches her tongue trace the path his large fingers had just embarked on. He parts the seam of her lips with his fingers and inserts them in her mouth. She sucks them as if they were a Charms Lollipop. Craig leans over and sticks his tongue in her mouth along with his fingers. Roxanne welcomes all three and devours them as requested. Roxanne wanted to feel for herself what she had been hearing rumors about. Craig's big black cock. She grabbed it in her hands and began to gently jerk and massage his balls. Craig's dick swelled with joy and felt incredible in her hands. She must have known Craig was craving sweets because she pushed his head down to eat her sweet sweet cunt for desert. Little did she know, but she was playing with fire where Craig was concerned. He was dehydrated and pussy juice was going to be his Gatorade. He dove in like a seagull going after its lunch. Craig fingers and sucks her but can't stop smiling. He has her right where he has wanted her for a long time. He knows it's game time and he plans to savor every moment. He makes it a personal challenge to see how loud he can make her scream and how hard she can cum for him. He nibbles on her clit which continues to drive her wild. He tells her to play with her breasts while he's eating her out and she does. Craig commands her to lick her fingers and then pinch her nipples. Roxanne is writhing up and down and begins to fuck Craig's mouth and tongue. She moans that she is going to cum and he begs her to give it to him. He wants all her juices in his mouth. She moves her hips up and down in a rhythmic circular motion and screams as she gives him her delicious orgasm. He drinks every ounce and wastes not one drop. Not to be outdone, Roxanne tells Craig it's his turn. She pulls him up to her chest and places his super hard member between her breasts. She knows that he loves to tit fuck. She plays with her pussy so that she may get some of her juices to rub them on his dick. She holds her breasts together and he slips, slides and fucks them devilishly. Whenever he approaches her mouth she takes a lick and a suck of his head. She eventually pulls him closer and takes all of him in her mouth. Not a deep throat but more than enough for Craig. He wails that it feels amazing! She performs several suck and twist moves that makes him go bananas. "It's time to go inside of you," Craig whispers. He enters her in missionary position at first just to get a sample of how good it feels. After a few great strokes, he lifts her leg over his head and they go straight into doggy without missing a stroke. He holds her waste as he enters in and out but then moves to holding and squeezing her perfect ass. He toys with her pussy by making deep strokes and then pulling his cock all the way out and entering again. Roxanne loves it but threatens Craig with harm if he doesn't stop it. She can't take the teasing. She wants all of it inside her. Craig enters and then begins to give it to her hard and steadily. He watches his nuts slap her vagina and reaches over and plays with one of her nipples. It's time to switch it up so he guides her to a standing position while still inside. They make their way over to the wall of the hut and she leans against it as they engage in a standing dog. That is awesome. It feels so fucking good and he is trying his hardest to hold back and not give in to the temptation to blast off inside of her. Roxanne says not to cum yet because this may be her only opportunity and she wants to enjoy him in every way possible. He pulls out and turns her around to face him. She is leaning against the wall so he quickly takes both of her legs and wraps them around his waste. Craig enters again and holding both ass cheeks for leverage he begins to bounce Roxanne up and down on his cock. She exclaims, "FUCK ME! please fuck me with your black cock! It feels so amazing!" He tells her that he wants her to cum again. She coyly replies, "not until you do." Roxanne screams "I want IT, I am so close!" She pushes away from the wall and while holding his neck leans as far back as she can without falling and moves her hips and virtually milks his cock. She screams "NOW!" and as he explodes inside of her he can feel her simultaneous orgasm dripping down his balls. They fall to the floor and break into laughter.