0 comments/ 147922 views/ 7 favorites Clare By: nightowl Like so many couples Clare and Roger’s love life was stale and predictable. Finally they agreed that they needed time apart…., “To grow.” Clare knew there had to be more to sex, she figured that it should be exciting, erotic, adventurous, even a little bit naughty at times! Where did she get these ideas? It wasn’t from personal experience. Clare heard stories from the girls at work, it seemed there was another exciting world out there, one that was certainly not a part of her life. But that was about to change! -------------- It all started at work, one Friday afternoon. Kelly Taylor was passing around dirty videos. The girls in the office giggled and joked, all of them were a lot worldlier than Clare. “Would you like to watch this one by yourself dear?” Kelly asked Clare, getting a chuckle from the other girls. “That girl is a nasty piece of work.” Clare thought to herself. Kelly had developed a strong dislike for Clare and she had her reasons. Max the manager, had chosen Clare to be his personal secretary. Kelly had been sure the job was going to be hers. To make matters worse, Cosmo, the handsome young Spanish guy who worked in the storeroom, had dumped Kelly. The girls were gossiping, apparently it was obvious that young Cosmo had a crush on Clare. Kelly continued to bug Clare about her naive attitudes, calling her Miss Prude. She held the video in front of Clare’s face, mocking, “I bet Miss prude would be just too shocked to watch this one!” Impulsively, Clare snatched the video from Kelly, “Just to prove how wrong you are I’ll watch it this weekend.” This move was way out of character for Clare. Although she was tall, slim and quite stunning in a modest sort of way, Clare was usually not so sure of herself. At the end of the day she was relieved to leave work behind her and ride the train home. -------------- Cosmo lived just one stop past Clare. Usually, he caught the same train. Sometimes he managed to sit alongside her but today there was no seat. He sat across the aisle, hoping to catch her eye. Clare noticed Cosmo was staring at her again and did her best to avoid his obvious glances, her thoughts kept returning to the Porn Video in her bag. Eventually, she took a peek. The cover showed a scene of a well-hung stud about to enter a smiling young lady. Of course his cock was large. Clare looked away from the porn stars penis and straight into the hungry eyes of Cosmo, she smiled automatically, blushing instantly, then looked away. Her eyes focused back on the large cock on the cover, she felt a rush of blood to her temples, embarrassed, she could feel Cosmo’s stare burning into her. “Cosmo almost looks a bit like the stud,” She thought, Cosmo didn’t appeal to her, but all the same he was good looking and attentive, and he was staring at her in an obvious way. “I wonder how big his cock is?” she thought, slowly becoming aware of her own arousal. A titillating idea started a strange course of events. Clare wasn’t a flirt but she wondered, “Could it hurt to lead him on a bit?” She looked over, sure enough Cosmo’s dark eyes were fixed on her, she immediately looked away blushing even more. The plastic bag containing the porno tape was open between her legs, the large cock caught her attention. Clare caught her breath, wondering if Cosmo was still looking, she peeked across, he was. This time Clare stared back holding his gaze just long enough as she gave Cosmo her cutest smile. The lady sitting next to Care got off, her stop was next. Cosmo took the opportunity to come across and sit alongside her. Straight away he spoke his mind, “What are you doing tonight, would you go out with me?” Clare was a little shocked, “Sorry Cosmo, I’m staying home tonight,” She smiled nervously back at him, admiring his straightforwardness. The train was already slowing for her stop. Clare noticed Cosmo looked sad. “Maybe I should have said another time? He might be young, but he is handsome!” Clare felt sexy and unthreatened by Cosmo, as she got up from her seat, she tilted her head forward, her fresh Blue eyes looking over her glasses, “Maybe another time….,” The words seemed to have left her mouth on there own accord. The train lurched to a standstill making Clare stumble past Cosmo, one of her nipples flicked past his shoulder sending a tingle up her spine. Clare walked briskly, making her way home, the cool wind accented pointy nipples. She felt they were longer than usual, well on the way to becoming fully aroused. “God they’ve been hard since they touched Cosmo!” She held her parcel in front of herself to hide her blossoming buds. Clare’s boobs were not overly large but shapely, she thought her sensitive nipples were too long and pointy, even embarrassing at times. She was puzzled at the effect Cosmo had on her breasts. -------------- Once home, Clare felt drawn by her horniness to watch Kelly’s Porn Video. She found it exciting but it left an emptiness that annoyed her, like an itch she couldn’t quite scratch. It was Friday night, alone again. Clare poured herself a glass of wine. Sipping slowly she started to think about going out, wondering if perhaps a nice guy would turn up. Another glass of wine fuzzed her brain as she layback fantasizing, aware of how horny she felt tonight. “My God,” she said to herself, “Just about any guy could have me tonight, if they only knew how frustrated and horny I am right now!” She was shocked by her own crude thoughts, but the subtle effect of the wine turned her back to thinking of men. A wickedly sexy idea crept unannounced into her mind, “What would it be like if I did let just any guy fuck me tonight? Maybe even a guy I’ve never met before! What would it be like to let a stranger take me home?” As she sipped, she came to a decision. “That’s it! I’m going out, dam it all, I’ll go out by myself and see what happens.” Clare soaked in her bath, her mind wandering back to the idea of letting a stranger have his way with her. It was a fantasy that fascinated her. Clare lounged back in the tub, taking a perverse pleasure in her growing arousal, delving deeper and deeper into some of the wildest thoughts that she’d ever had. Her hand had wandered down to her thighs and absentmindedly began to stroke. Soon she was breathing fast and realized how excited she had become. Purposely Clare held back from climaxing, wanting to maintain the erotic tension she was enjoying so much. In a heated frame of mind, Clare refined her fantasy trying to make the idea even better. Speculating on how exciting it would be to be taken in a random fashion and made love to in a way that she had no control over. Then she wondered if she could overcome her shyness and do it without loosing nerve. “Of course I could,” she said, angry with herself for the element of self-doubt that had restrained her for so long. “Of course I could!” There could be no backing out! So many times she’d refused dates simply because she was frightened to get to know a new guy. “I should have gone out with Cosmo, we could have gone out just as friends.” Clare realized she’d automatically turned him down, without even considering his invitation. She felt disappointed in herself. -------------- Once out of her bath Clare fixed another drink. She lay back on the sofa and reached for a note-pad. “If I’m going to do this, then I’m going to do it right!” she told herself. It seemed appropriate to Clare to invent some ground rules, if not only to stop herself from losing her nerve and backing out. “I’ve got to do it in a way that removes my own control of the situation!” At the top of the page she purposely wrote, “The Fantasy” The page remained blank until she had finished her glass of Chardonnay, then as if driven by some frustrated inner demon, she began to write; RULE 1) I’m going to find a man to make love to me tonight. RULE 2) I will not back out under any circumstances! And as if to prove her determination to herself, she wrote; RULE 3) If I havn’t found someone, I’ll go home with the first man that talks to me after midnight. Clare thought some more, her fantasy was making her feel hornier than ever, RULE 4) I will do my best to please him. And then she added, I’ll do anything he wants me to do. Clare looked at her last rule, had she gone too far? A thrill ran down her spine, she drank one more glass, studying her own instructions. It seemed almost as if someone other than herself had written them. As she read, her thighs pressed together intensifying a glowing heat between them. “My god!” What am I getting myself into?” She looked at the last rule, almost deciding to cross it off. “The very idea of being a lover and slave for a stranger…., and he wouldn’t even know about it!” her blatant audacity astounded herself. The more she thought about it, the more she liked it. “I’m going to do it, my God I will! I’m really going to do this and there is no way I’m going to back out!” Clare felt proud of herself. -------------- She dressed, taking along time with her looks, wondering what the night would bring. Her pubic hair was a little long so she trimmed it, like the actress in the porno movie. She put on her short Black skirt, the one that her previous boyfriend wouldn’t let her wear out. Slowly but surely her horniness soared to new heights. Clare gazed at her reflection in the mirror, noticing how full her Rosy nipples were tonight. She looked sensational, it was time to go! -------------- Many male eyes watched as Clare walked into the Pub where the girls from the office usually drank on Friday nights. It was a little bit seedy, but at the same time a familiar meeting place. Sure enough a few of the girls from work were there, it was obvious the end of week drinking session was taking its toll. Clare observed their behavior from distance. Kelly Slater was there with some rough looking character, Clare saw him occasionally squeezing Kelly’s arse, she thought he looked a bit like a down and out junkie. She told herself, “Well that’s one stranger I’m not going home with tonight!” Clare spun around as two hands gripped her narrow waist, tightly enough to startle her. Cosmo was there, a little drunk and grinning like a cat. “Hi beautiful,” he slurred. “I didn’t think you’d be seen dead at this place!” “Hello Cosmo, I needed a night out after all,” she wriggled out of his grasp. “Hey can I buy you a drink?” asked Cosmo. Clare agreed. There was something sensual about Cosmo’s Spanish swarthiness that intrigued her, he was slim yet strong and well proportioned at the same time. “He’s way too eager,” she thought. “Probably a nice guy deep down, anyway much too young for me!” Cosmo returned with Clare’s drink, he’d bought her double. “Thanks Cosmo, that’s very nice of you.” She looked at Cosmo a little closer, he was so attentive, but she felt like he was crowding her. “Lets go talk to the girls,” suggested Clare, not wanting to be stuck with Cosmo. The girls were mostly drunk, but Kelly and her friend were obviously a bit more than drunk. Kelly Taylor‘s new boyfriend friend Ryan couldn’t take his eyes off Clare’s nipples that showed against the fabric of her silky top. Cosmo introduced Clare to Ryan, unaware of the jealousy he might inflame between Kelly and Clare. Kelly began making crude suggestions concerning Clare’s need for a good fuck!” Clare quickly became annoyed. “The ring-leader and as usual, the foulest of the lot!” Clare thought to herself. Ryan asked Clare to dance. At first she hesitated but seeing no polite way to refuse, she accepted. “Anything to get away from Kelly, “ She told herself. Once on the dance floor Clare regretted her decision, Ryan had a high opinion of himself, he was very stoned and too drunk to dance properly. He held Clare close, grinding up against her while they danced. Full of drunken confidence, he whispered hoarsely to her, “I like your tits,” then, to Clare’s amazement, Ryan had the nerve to pinch her nipple. She pushed him away, “How dare you! You, you creep!” Clare strode off the dance floor with Ryan tagging along one step behind her, offering drunken apologies. Back in the group, Clare managed to put some distance between herself and Ryan who occasionally scowled at her as he squeezed Kelly’s but. -------------- Thinking about the evening’s task she’d set for herself, Clare looked out of the corner of her eye, eager to spot someone she thought would make an attractive partner. “Christ I’m stupid, this idea isn’t a good one…., or am I just to afraid?” Cosmo grabbed her hand firmly and asked her to dance. He led her to the dance floor. They danced for a few songs, during a slow dance Cosmo held her close. Clare let herself relax, feeling more secure with Cosmo than with Ryan. Cosmo took this as a sign of encouragement and tried to kiss her. Their lips had barely touched before she turned away and walked off. Cosmo followed, looking downcast. When they rejoined the group, Kelly laughed as she asked Clare if she was slumming it tonight! At first Clare ignored her, but then Kelly asked, “Are you that desperate you’re going to fuck Cosmo?” Clare lost her cool. “No way Kelly! God what do you think I am, a desperate slut like you!” Her own language surprised her. Cosmo overheard her scornful reply, “What a bunch of bitches,” he thought. Clare almost bit her tongue, out of the corner of her eye she saw that Cosmo was crestfallen. “Oh I’m sorry Cosmo, I didn’t mean it like that….,” Clare apologized. “Can I buy you a drink?” It took a while at the bar to get served. Clare went over her list of “Rules” in her head, looking at her watch, it was nearly midnight. Two guys tried to get her attention, “How about a dance with me gorgeous?” One asked. Clare, feeling a little interested sized them up. She realized midnight was approaching, but, hell these two guys were way too crude, Clare left them standing at the bar. “Hell, I’d better try to meet someone nice pretty quick!” She realized. Cosmo still looking unhappy accepted the drink. “Would you like to dance with me Cosmo?” Clare asked as if to apologizes further. “What was this women doing,” he wondered, “One minute she hates me and the next she buys me a drink and wants to dance.” As Cosmo lead the way, Clare wondered if she might catch the eye of some cool guy on the dance floor. “What an uptight bitch,” snarled Ryan, watching the two head for the dance floor. “Hey Kelly, take a look at these.” Ryan held two Ecstasy tablets in his palm. “Go on put one in that bitches drink!” Urged Kelly. “Quick give me the other one,” she added, “Cosmos going to get one as well!” They laughed and waited for the dancing couple to return. ------------- Clair was thirsty from dancing, she gulped down the rest of her drink. It didn’t take 15 minutes before the drug started to take effect. Clare was feeling good, really good in fact! “Cosmo, let’s dance!” Clare insisted, practically dragging him onto the dance floor. While they danced it suddenly occurred to her, “Is it going to be a stranger or Cosmo?” She looked intently at her partner. The Ecstasy had changed Clare’s perception. Somehow, almost involuntarily her eyes kept drifting down to the outline of Cosmos penis that pressed against his tight trousers. Cosmo was dancing in a world of his own, the drug also taking effect on him. “What time is it Cosmo?” she asked. Cosmo held his watch in front of Clare’s face, she could see that it was after midnight! It hit her with a rush of adrenalin, intensified by the Ecstasy, RULE 3) - the first guy after midnight! Conscious of her predicament, a hot flush reddened her face. Clare smiled broadly, repeating to herself, “I will not loose my nerve!” “I will do my best to please!” “Fuck what am I doing!” She said out aloud. A tingle of electricity shot up her spine, catching her breath. She looked desperately around, the room seemed to spin, but she felt good. Just then, Cosmo put his arm around her, “You look really beautiful tonight.” Clare knew her fate was sealed. -------------- “My lover is going to be Cosmo!” She admitted to herself, There was no way around it, was it meant to be? She danced more attentatively with Cosmo, closer than before. The Ecstasy was taking full effect, devilish thoughts swam through her mind, her senses seemed heightened, a cleansing fire ripped though her nervous system, her heart pounded. “I’m going to let Cosmo fuck me…., this is crazy, I really want him to do it to me!” The rules of her own fantasy reeled through her mind, “Then I will do my utmost to please him, I’ll do any thing he wants.” Sensing her nearness, Cosmo became more confident, he caught her eye and she gazed straight back, her soft Green eyes drawing him to her. When Cosmo touched her arm it felt suddenly exciting, she responded by sliding into his arms and when she felt him press his hardness against her, she returned his pressure, moving even closer, then totally out of character, she found herself playfully licking his ear, whispering meaningful sighs, waiting for his response. The signal was obvious to Cosmo. “Let’s get out of hear!” he suggested urgently. Clare was mesmerized by her own scheme, “Okay, let’s go!” She whispered as sexily as she could, then added fuel to the burning Cosmo, “I can’t wait!” -------------- The Taxi ride to Cosmo’s flat passed in a blur of lights. Clare felt his hand resting on her thigh, burning into her veins and sending course of molten larva flowing from the place between her legs. -------------- Once in Cosmo’s flat, Clare felt a twinge of hesitation. Cosmo produced a bottle of Gin. “Have a drink with me?” Without waiting for an answer he added the Tonic Water and ice. Clare quenched her thirst, it was a double. She watched trancelike as Cosmo came to her, kissing her neck. He worked his way to her full pouting lips, again she knew she couldn’t resist. She kissed back relentlessly, feverishly. She said to herself, “I must please him, I must do whatever he wants me to do!” The words played over and over, echoing crazily around her drugged and drunken mind as they both slid down on the couch. She gave him her tongue and licked hungrily at his mouth. Cosmo’s world was a dream, “What was this beautiful girl doing?” He wondered. “Making love to someone like me.” He slid his hand under her silk top, swiftly working his way under her Bra, his fingers found her nipple, already long and hard waiting for his caress. Clare moaned as Cosmo’s fingers to raked fire across her breasts, burning into her tender nipples. She felt cheated as his hands left her breasts aching for more of his touch. Then she became aware of him sliding her Black skirt down. It reached her ankles, catching on her high heel shoes. Intently he found her tiny Thong and began removing it, a little too forcibly. Suddenly Clare saw herself under Cosmo as he endeavored to remove her underwear. His urgency breaking spell of her desire. She rolled onto her side, facing away from him and pulled her skimpy Thong back into position. “What is it Clare, did I do something wrong? Is everything okay?” Cosmo layback panting, waiting for her reply, “One minute you want me and the next you’re pushing me away!” He could see that Clare looked upset, “Okay, I’m sorry…., I must have been dreaming to think you’d want to sleep with me.” Cosmo told her in a sad dejected voice. “No Cosmo, I do like you….,” Clare couldn’t think of what to say next. They lay close in silence, time slowing, waiting for someone to speak. Clare’s mind was churning, recalling the fantasy she’d mapped for herself tonight; “God, I do want to do this!” she realized. Clare My wife Clare and I had been married for 15 years and after two children, she had lost interest in pretty much anything sexual. We were still in our 30's having married young, and I was pulling my hair out trying to figure out how to get her revved up again. Between tending to our young kids and helping me at the dress store we owned, she was always exhausted. We were not swingers or anything before, but we definitely enjoyed each other's bodies. How do you think the kids came along. My wife was 34, and had a little bit of a bulge at her stomach. Otherwise she stood 5'7" and I won't guess at her weight, but she still had the curves without too many road bumps. She wore her auburn hair long, past her shoulders and had recently begun giving it lighter streaks to hide some gray that was working it's way in. She'd decided to get herself back into shape and had begun riding bicycle quite a bit on the weekends. She had also begun taking a weight training class to tone up what she saw as her soft muscles. I was looking through the Internet one evening searching for some massage oils. Clare had been complaining about her sore muscles from her weight class. I figured it might be a good way to get something going again. I found an advertisement for a stimulation crème for women. I didn't even know they had such things. This seemed like an interesting product so I ordered some and hoped it would work. A few days later the oils and crème arrived. My wife was at her weight class that evening so I thought I would surprise her with a massage with oils and sneak in the creme. When Clare arrived home, she was groaning and aching. She jumped at my offer to give her a massage. I presented myself as a "professional" since I would be using oils. She wasn't too impressed with all that, but the thought of having her aching muscles rubbed was not something she was going to pass on. I had a small inflatable camping pad that I had inflated earlier and laid over a rectangular coffee table we had in the living room. I knew the kids would be fast asleep, so the rest of the evening was ours. I laid a beach towel over the pad and had Clare lay down on her stomach. I began at her neck, her moaning in appreciation of the massage and even commented on how much better it felt using the oil. I worked my way over her arms and back as she began to settle into a pleasant haze of enjoyment. I took my time and after 45 minutes, I was working her feet. I knew she was in bliss as she never let anyone touch her feet. Clare was in an almost hypnotic state so I was ready for phase two. I told her to roll over in such a way as it was more a command then request. Clare let out a slight groan, but did as I requested. I enjoyed the sight of her bare breasts and how good her pussy looked. She had begun trimming the hair back for her bicycling. After so little intimate contact, it was like looking at another woman. I didn't want to wait too long and let her out of her fog, so I began rubbing her temples and again worked my way down. Clare's eyes were closed and occasional "hmm's" would come from her lips. I poured some extra oil into my hand and began working my way around her breast. I began at the base and used both hands to massage the oil into her lovely mound. After spending several minutes just rubbing the oil in, I was taking both hands and cupping her breast at the base and pulling upwards, feeling her flesh against my hands as I pulled her breast up. I pressed it between my hands until just her hard nipple would be between the back side of my hands. I would then release her, letting her tit flesh drop back on to her chest. I was half expecting her to stop my there saying I was too rough, instead I began to detect that fragrance announcing her arousal. Clare kept her eyes closed, but now she would lick her lips occasionally. I did this a few more times before moving to her other breast and repeating the process. This was completely different from all the times Clare had shut down any advances I had made for sexual play. I could feel my cock growing as the possibilities began to come to mind. I worked my way down her stomach, massaging and kneading her flesh. I purposely passed by her mound and vagina, but took extra time to massage her upper thigh, making sure my hands would graze against her distended pussy lips. I could see moisture on her lips and her scent was definitely stronger now. Clare's hips gave a little jump each time my hands grazed her sensitive lips. She gave a groan of disappointment as I moved further down her legs. I don't think she knew she had groaned. After completing what I wanted with the massage, I was ready to try the stimulant crème. I worked my way back up her legs, making it appear I was still just working on her massage. I had the stimulation crème sitting below the table, opened and ready to use. I scooped some into my hand as I reached the upper portions of her legs. I began to rub the crème around her vagina, working the crème into the surrounding flesh. Clare unconsciously opened her legs wider, allowing me more access to her aroused sex. I wasn't sure I even needed the crème at this point, but well, why take any chances. I applied more of the crème directly to her pussy lips, taking a fold between my fingers and rubbing it in. Clare was grunting now, her moisture beginning to flow out of her opening towards her ass. I took some of the crème and rubbed it from the bottom of her slit and right around the ring of her ass. Clare had never let me touch her there as she felt it was "dirty." Now she was actually rolling her hips up to give me better access. I returned both hands back to working on her moist pussy. I decided to go for broke and pushed a finger into her. I felt Clare lift her hips to push more of my finger into her. I quickly inserted a second finger and began to slowly fuck her with my digits. Clare had her hands on the side of the table to use as leverage as she fucked herself against my fingers. Clare kept repeating "yes, oh yea, that feels so good." Clare quickened her thrusting as I looked for that spot I knew would rock her. I leaned forwards and began tonguing her nub of a clit as her hip movement became more frantic. Clare thrust her lower back and ass off the table and was frozen there as her orgasm took her. Grunts coming from her lips as she rode out her passion. Clare finally relaxed her body after several spasms followed the first big burst. She finally dropped back down onto the table, her pussy gaping, my hand soaked with her juices. I figured this was as good a time as any to see how the old missionary position would feel. Clare had other ideas however. Her eyes opened as I was removing my pants. "I'm sorry honey, that felt great, but you've taken everything out of me now. That massage oil really had me throbbing, but I don't think I can take anymore. You understand, don't you?" Yea, I understand. I'm being blue balled. "Sure honey, no problem," I said as I felt my dick wilt from the disappointment. Clare pushed herself up and headed for the shower. I cleaned up, poured myself a whiskey and turned on the television. An anger formed in my mind as I thought how unfair this was. I decided then that my little flower needed a lesson in sharing. Clare had class twice a week, then a ride usually on Saturdays. I repeated my massages, watching as her passion grew more obvious each time I brought her to orgasm. The crème would really stimulate her, but she still refused to touch my sexually. The third week, I worked her to the point to where she was on the verge of cumming, then pulled away. I continued this several more times, as she tried to frantically to push her soaking slit against my hand for friction. "Please!" She cried frantically. "What do you want?" "I want you to finish me, please honey. I need you to finish me," she begged. "No, I don't think so." I began to rise when she grabbed my arm as she looked up at me. The want obvious on her face. "Please baby. I'm sorry. I know I've been ignoring your needs, I'm just not ready yet." "I've heard that story for quite a few years now. No, I'm done," as I turned and walked away. Clare became angry and went to shower in a huff. She refused to talk to me the next couple of days and things were pretty frosty. When she returned from class though, she was all kissy and cuddly to get me to give her a massage. She had become quite addicted to them and I think to the sensations of the crème. I agreed and gave her a massage, but again refused to allow her to come. "Okay, okay, come here honey," as she pulled me to her. Clare began clumsily groping my cock through my pants. "That's not going to do it dear." "WHAT, what can I do?" she asked frantically. "Give me a blow job." Clare had never enjoyed giving me head She looked at me, but her desire won out. Clare unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. She began tonguing me and then took my head between her lips. After so many years, this was like heaven, but I still wanted more, Putting my hand on the back of her head, I pushed myself further into her mouth. She gagged a little, but continued sucking me. I began fucking her face as I felt my balls tightening. I didn't warn her as I began shooting my spunk into her mouth. She coughed a bit but tried to keep up until I felt myself drain. Clare gave me a look of need and I detected a hint of submission. A first for her. I said nothing as I moved down between her legs and proceeded to finger her to a gigantic orgasm. When she had caught her breath, I told her to clean up the table as I walked out of the room. I made sure to grab the crème as I went. I didn't want her knowing I was using a little extra help. When Clare came to bed, she surprised me when she announced the kids would be going to her parents house for the weekend. She now asked me if I would give her a massage when she returned from her bicycle ride. I was pleased that now she was asking me instead of expecting me to massage her. I was also a little surprised and aroused that she had arranged for the kids to be out of the house. Well, Clare arrived back at the house and instead of just moving to the table for her massage, she said she wanted to take a quick shower first to get the sweat and dirt off. Clare returned to our living room naked. The weight training and riding had all but removed the sag to her stomach and she was looking more toned and sensual. I had left the window shades opened and she asked me to close them as it was mid afternoon. We had a large front window that the neighbors could easily see in. "No, if you want the massage, come over here and lay on the table." Clare turned red and ducked down a little, but made her way quickly to the table. I noticed the smell of her arousal was already quite strong. I began to wonder if Clare had a bit of exhibitionism in her. I had Clare repeat giving me a blowjob before I went to work on her. There was no hesitation now. Clare didn't even hide what she wanted as she laid on her back immediately instead of having me work my way from front to back. As I applied the crème, Clare all but bucked against my hand. She was flowing heavily now and when I inserted a finger, she immediately had an orgasm. I waited until she calmed down, then pushed two fingers in and again began flicking her clitoris with my tongue. Clare grabbed my head and pushed me tightly against her as she shouted out her orgasm. When she calmed down, she looked up at me with half lidded eyes. "Fuck me." "What?" I asked partially in shock. "I want you in me, I want to feel you fucking me." She said the passion heavy in her voce. "Even with the blinds open?" "I don't care, I want to feel that hard cock pushing into me." "Really. Tell you what. You do a dance for me with the window opened, and I'll fuck you." Clare hesitated a minute, the embarrassment and concern of being seen obvious on her face. Finally her lust won out." "Okay, but in the center of the room, not right in front of it." I felt that was fair and nodded my okay as I moved to sit on the couch. Clare was now facing me with the window behind me. She began swaying her hips while still looking over my head for anyone passing by. As she began to get into the movements, she began running her hands up and down her body, cupping her breasts and even fingering her slit. She really shocked me when she pulled her finger from her wet pussy and sucked it clean in her mouth. My Clare had really jumped from a sexual dud to a full fledged slut. My cock was now at full mast as she moved her way to me, continuing to undulate her lower body as she pulled and teased her rigid nipples. I grabbed her when she was finally in front of me and had her straddle my hips. I had dropped my pants and my cock was at full mast below her. Clare lowered herself onto me as I slid into her wet, tight hole. Clare was giving me kisses as she began riding my cock. Her hair falling across our faces as her movements became quicker, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly. Clare was slamming herself onto me as I felt my come boiling inside, ready to explode. I held on as long as I could, wanting her to begin climaxing before I did. Finally her head bent back, her mouth opened, eyes clenched shut as she drove me to the hilt into her. I could feel her walls grabbing me. That pushed me right over and I began shooting into her causing another ripple of orgasms to course through her. As we calmed down, Clare rested her head on my shoulder, her hair wet with sweat. "Seems, you had no problem with the opened window?" "No. And what pushed me over was when I saw Bonnie from across the street walk out of her house. I'm sure she saw me because she stopped and was looking right at me and that just sent me into space." Wow, not only have I found out Clare is an exhibitionist, but that there may be a touch of bisexuality there also. The girl across the street was a sweet looking blond. She didn't have the biggest set of boobs, but on her slim frame and that long blond hair, she was quite attractive. The girl, Bonnie, had babysat for us a couple of times. I began to wonder if maybe Clare and Bonnie had gotten together on occasion and maybe that was the reason for my long dry spell. Let's face it, almost every guy would like to see his wife getting it on with another girl, and I was no exception. I started to plan how I could make this happen in such a way that I'd get a show. Clare would usually work at our dress shop during the day, when she had the kids at school. We didn't usually get to much business during those hours and she mostly helped me arrange the displays and stock items. Well, Clare and I pretty much fucked in every room of the house that weekend until the kids came back home. I decided that as much of a sex fiend as she had become, I could get something to happen at work. When Clare showed up at the store on Monday, I teased her breast and pussy a bit and then pulled out a tie back knit dress. The thin dress hung past her knees, but had only thin straps to hold it up over the shoulders. I told Clare to put the dress on. She looked at me a moment but went into the back and came out a few minutes wearing the dress. She'd removed her bra as the back was opened to the top of her ass, with just the tie across the middle of her back. I could see she was a bit embarrassed being in the store in such a sexy dress, but her nipples pushing out through the thin fabric told me she was also excited. "Did you leave your panties in the back also?" "No, I can't do that" she said red-faced. "Okay, take them off now." I said. She looked at me, then at the front door. She then pushed the dress up a bit, grabbed her panties and pulled them off. "Here," she said as she threw the panties at me, chuckling softly. She was a good shot and the panties hit me in the face. I felt the dampness of them when I grabbed them with my hand. Clare was definitely enjoying this. I handed her a pair of black strap shoes with a 3" heel. She looked fantastic as I told her she had to wear the outfit the rest of the time she was here. She was about to back out when we had a customer enter the store. Clare tried to back her self behind the counter, but I grabbed her arm and gently pushed her towards our female customer. The woman seemed to enjoy the view Clare gave her as she took her time and asked for quite a bit of help with different items of clothing. The woman appeared to be in her early fifties and was very nice looking. I could see Clare was enjoying being near naked with this unknown person as her nipples looked like small rocks pushing out from her taut breasts and were prominent in the dress. I had to take a telephone call and lost track of what was occurring with Clare and the customer. I had noticed them heading back to the dressing rooms. I was on the telephone for about a half hour and got off to see Clare ringing up several items for the woman. I also noticed Clare was red faced and seemed to have a sheen of sweat on her brow. After the woman walked out I heard an "Oh my God." Clare said breathlessly. "What happened?" "Well, the woman, Terry, called me into the dressing room to help her with a blouse. When I walked in Terry turned and was topless." "I stopped in my tracks, but she was very nonchalant. She said she wanted me to help her select which bra would go with a blouse she had selected. She asked if I would help put the bra on." "I was so nervous, my hands were shaking. But this dress has me so horny I just went along with it." "Terry turned her back to me and handed me the bra. I thought she was just going to put her breasts in the cups and I would buckle it in the back. Instead she placed the cups on her back and backed into me until I felt my breasts push against her back. She reached for my hand and brought it up to the loose end in front of her." " She told me I would need both hands, and I just automatically reached my other hand around her and grabbed the other clasp. She then took hold of my two hands and placed them on her bare breasts. They felt so good. I'd never touched another woman's breasts before, but I just started massaging and rubbing them. I even started squeezing and pulling her nipples. All the time I just felt the heat of her back soaking into my breasts." "Terry reached around behind her and ran her hand up under my dress. She called me a naughty little slut when her fingers discovered I wasn't wearing any panties." "I just stood there while she fingered me. It felt so good that I came right there." "Terry turned quickly and pulled my lips to hers and gave me this long kiss. I thought that I should be repulsed. But it felt so good I began pushing my tongue against hers." "Terry broke the kiss and told me she'd love to make me her little pussy whore Then she put her bra and blouse back on and just walked out to the register." "I was still trying to catch my breath when you walked back out. Terry gave me a card with her address and telephone number on it and asked me to call her." I asked her if she wanted to see Terry again? Clare looked down blushing, but quietly said she thought so. Fuck, was I ready to explode. Unfortunately a pair of customers came in and broke the mood. We had customers in the rest of the day until Clare had to go pickup the kids. I noticed several of the customers eyeing Clare and her dress though. When I got home, Clare about jumped on me when she returned from her weight class. We fucked several times while trying to not wake the children. Clare This really got me thinking. I had closed circuit cameras mounted in the store for theft, and had an extra one I had not put up. I got to work early the next day and was able to mount it in the dressing room. I was able to place it above a shelf and hide it with a vase. I checked the feed on my computer and saw it covered a good bit of the room as it had a wide angle lens. Clare was not in that day so I started making arrangements for a special showing. I had copied down Terry's telephone number from the card she had given Clare. Terry was quite agreeable to coming to a showing of new clothing that Sunday. When I got home, I saw Bonnie across the street. I walked over and started a conversation with her. She was a bit hesitant and I had a feeling she had seen Clare and I on the couch that night. I figured no guts, no glory and figured I'd throw it out there. "Did you like what you saw the other night?" Bonnie looked at me a minute, debating whether to admit she had watched Clare and I. She finally said, "yes, I did." "Really, what did you like best?" "I liked looking at your wife. She has a great set of tits." It was my turn to be a bit shocked by Bonnie's frankness. She then really dropped a bomb when she admitted she was a lesbian. It then occurred to me how I had only seen her with other women and never seemed to have any boyfriends over. "I'm having a special showing at my store Sunday, think you'd like to come?" "Is Clare going to be there?" "Oh yes, Clare will be doing the modeling." "Can I bring a friend?" This was definitely getting better. "Sure, a couple if you want." "I'll be there." I gave her the time and waked over to the house. Now to just get Clare ready. The rest of the week I kept Clare on the edge, but did not let her come. She was begging to do anything for me, but I refused and even ordered her to not come on her own. I promised her something special on Sunday if she did. Clare was less then enthusiastic, but as far as I knew and from the frantic look she had on her face by the end of the week, I think she had abided by my wishes. I had her parents take the kids on Sunday and Clare and I headed for the store. We arrived at ten and I had told Terry and Bonnie to be there by eleven. I'm able to block off the windows to the store for special displays and had the old style pull down sign for the front door. When I had everything closed down, I told Clare to strip. She looked at me and I reminded her we're closed on Sundays, so there would not be any customers. She was so revved up from the week, that after a little hesitation she agreed. She stripped off everything and stood in the middle of the store in all her glory. I then brought out what I told her was my surprise. A pair of fishnet stockings with garter belts. Clare put them and a pair of four inch heeled black shoes I had selected. Clare looked totally fuckable in the shoes and stockings. Her nipples hard and a slight flush that ran down to the top of her breasts. "This what you like baby?" she asked me as she ran her hands across her breasts. I wasn't sure I was going to make it to the show I had planned but, the thought of what might occur kept me from pulling my cock out and fucking her right there. "There's a little more to it then just that." I had arranged a long metal clothes rack in the middle of the store. I gently pushed Clare back against the rack, then attached one pair of handcuffs I had hidden in my pocket to her wrist. I smiled at her as I then extended her arm out and clicked the other end of the cuff to the rack. She didn't say a word, but there was a bit of doubt in her eyes. I repeated the process cuffing her other hand to the other end of the rack. She now had her arms locked in a cross configuration. I began fingering her wet pussy as I told her how beautiful and sexy she looked. Clare just moaned and licked her lips as I continued to tease her pussy and pull on her stiff nipples. "God, fuck me, I want you to fuck me so bad." Clare said. At that moment, the front door opened and in walked Terry followed by Bonnie and two other girls. The one was a cute brunette, the other was a butch looking red head. Clare and the woman all pretty much stopped at the same moment and stared at each other. A smile came to Terry's and Bonnie's faces as they had obviously hard Clare. Clare was turning various shades of red. "Welcome to our special showing ladies. You know Clare, she will be our special model for today." Clare just looked at me, mouth hanging opened as I gave her a wink. "Now I'm just going to head into the back room for a while, you ladies feel free to pick out whatever things you'd like to see Clare in. Or not in. By the way, the cuff key is on the counter top." With that, I headed to the back office and my computer to watch the cameras. By the time I got to the screen, Terry had moved in to stand in front of Clare. I didn't have sound, but I could see Terry pulling on Clare's right nipple with her fingers. Bonnie had also stepped over and was giving Clare a long French kiss. From the movement of their mouths, their tongues were very busy. Bonnie's hand was cupping the breast Terry wasn't working on. The red head had pulled the brunette back against her and was squeezing her breasts through her blouse as they watched. Terry then ran one hand down the front of Clare and slowly sunk a finger into her exposed vagina. Clare still had her lips clamped to Bonnie's but I noticed her spread her legs apart to allow Terry more access. Terry's head went towards Bonnie's head and must have said something as Bonnie then ran her hand down Clare and put her finger into Clare next to Terry's. Clare and Bonnie broke their kiss as Clare was all but bouncing on the two women's fingers. From the way her head was rolling back she was obviously enjoying herself. The red head had the brunette's blouse open and was now pulling the exposed breasts and nipples of the girl while kissing her neck. They seemed to be a couple and I noticed the brunette had metal bar piercing through both nipples. The brunette and the red head stopped a minute and the next thing the brunette was dropping her short skirt to stand there totally naked as the red head pulled her arms out of her blouse. The brunette then moved over to Clare and sunk too her knees in front of her. I had a hard time seeing it, but the brunette's head was buried into Clare's crotch, obviously licking her most sensitive areas. Clare began trashing about in what must have been one hell of an orgasm. Her body was shaking and she had thrown one leg over the shoulder of the brunette. Terry had stepped over to the counter and was then unlocking Clare's cuffs. Her and Bonnie helped Clare to the ground as it appeared her legs had given out. I'm glad I had that thick rug there as they laid Clare in the middle of it. The brunette had resumed her position between Clare's spread legs and was going at her again. Now I could see the girls tongue as she finished her up stroke through the length of Clare's pussy. Terry had removed her clothing and seemed to have obviously taken the command role. Bonnie was a slim woman, but had a beautiful set of what must have been store bought breasts from the way they stood up. Terry went to Clare's head and proceeded to squat over her. Clare's head was then buried between Terry's legs and from the bobbing of Clare's head, had no hesitation in starting to eat the woman out. Bonnie had moved over to the red head and they had stripped at some point and were busy mauling each other's breasts while giving each other's mouths a tongue lashing. I had long since pulled my cock out and was stroking away. I had remembered to bring the massage oil, just in case you know. The ladies spent the next two hours switching partners and body parts to lick and suck on. I managed to come twice while watching their antics. They finally seemed to be winding down, so I decided to make some noise to indicate I was on my way out. Terry was just buttoning up her blouse as I made it to the display room. The brunette showed no signs of getting dressed or caring that I was eyeing her lovely nude body. She just gave me a smile as she moved to her clothing and began getting dressed. Bonnie was lying next to Clare, giving each other little kisses as they cupped each other's bare breasts. Terry walked over to me and quietly asked, "So, will I be getting a copy of the tape?" I gave her a look and then a smile as I nodded yes. She smiled and walked out of the store. The red head and brunette went over to Clare and each gave her a kiss on the lips before they also left. Bonnie just looked up at me and asked, "Do you need any help at the store, I'd be glad to work for you." She then stroked the front of my pants as she looked me in the eye. Maybe she wasn't a hard core lesbian after all. I decided that it might be good to have some extra help around the store. "Well, I guess I need catch up to Chris and Loretta. I'll see you both at home," Bonnie said. She gave Clare another deep kiss, which Clare returned fervently. Bonnie then dressed and headed out the door. I squatted down next to Clare's prone form. "So, did you like your surprise?" "Oh my God, that was fantastic. I came so many times, I'm completely whipped. Matter of fact, Terry made me the offer to visit her and she'd show me what it's like to really be whipped. That may be fun." Clare said with a grin. I helped her up and got her dressed. As we were walking out the store Clare asked, "So, when's my next nude day showing?" "By the way, I could use a massage when we get home." Clare I shouldn't have tested her. Or, maybe I should have. I'm not sure anymore. I'm not sure which emotions are mine. I'm in a happy relationship. I think. My name is Clare. Now... Anyway. Sorry, I realize how confusing this is. Let me attempt to make sense out of it. My name is John. Or, my name used to be John. My best friend is named Hunter. We did everything together. Now we do everything to each other. You see, Clare was dating Hunter. I didn't know her last name, whether or not she had a family, or anything like that. The strange thing is, neither did Hunter. He assumed she was shy or embarrassed of her family. Something like that. Now I know that we were both dead wrong. I went over to Hunter's house like every usual Saturday. I wasn't surprised to see he and Clare cuddling on the couch. I chuckled to myself and made my presence known. "Hey, what's up?" Hunter – Still looking at the tv – said, "Not much, trying to win this game. Shut the fuck up and sit down." I laughed to myself. "Bite me asshole." I retorted. Clare grinned. "You two are so mean to each other. Kiss and make up." She made her hands touch like they were kissing. "No thanks. I've gone eighteen years without mouth herpes and I'm not gonna break the streak today." I joked. After a while Hunter went to take a shit. Clare looked at me shortly after. She seemed to be sizing me down. I nervously tried to strike conversation. "So-" I was interrupted. "You two should kiss." She said plainly. I was taken aback by this. "Wh- What?" I asked, confused. "I want the three of us to have sex. When he gets back." Clare explained. "No way!" I shouted. "What's gotten into you?" "Don't talk to me that way John. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry." She threatened. "Oh yeah, I'm terrified. Here comes the five foot four hulk to wreck our shit. Fuck this. I'm out of here." I stood to leave. Clare was quickly in front of me. "Fine. I thought this could be fun. I thought we could have a nice and dandy polyandrous relationship. You've forced my hand. Would you ever do anything to hurt Hunter?" She hissed. "What? No. That's why I'm not going to have sex with you!" "Then try breaking up with him. Or don't, either would amuse me." "What?" I asked. After that everything went black. ............. I awoke to Hunter tapping my arm. "Clare." He whispered. "Clare..." I was confused. My eyes opened to see Hunter very close to me. "Hey, sleepyhead." He smiled. Sleepyhead? This was a little too weird for me. I didn't have time to ask questions. "You look so cute when you sleep." He purred. Before I could say anything his lips were on mine. We weren't making out. Just a quick peck before he joined me on the couch. I felt myself feel happy when he did this. Gratified. Like I did something good. I wanted more. I was freaking out. I got out my phone and checked my facebook. No way. My name was Clare! My family was the same, only some of my friends were missing. I didn't know what to do. There I was, Clare Long. Hunter's girlfriend. I didn't know what to do. So I sat on the couch with Hunter, reluctantly kissed him goodbye, and went home. ............... I woke up in my room the next morning. I quickly noticed the extra weight of my bust and began to tear up when I realized it wasn't a weird dream. I was Clare Long. Hunter's girlfriend, youngest daughter of Trevor and Laura Long, and God knows what else. My phone beeped and I grabbed it. My stomach sank when I saw it was from 'babe'. After I tapped the accept button a good morning text appeared on my screen. "Morning beautiful. I dreamed 'bout you last night." It read. My heart skipped a beat when I read it. I smiled and quickly responded with, "Aw, thanks boo! XOXO" Only when I put down the phone and lay on my back did I realize what had just happened. I had reciprocated his romantic feelings. What did this mean? Was I gay? Or... straight? With Hunter!?! No. We had been friends since we were five. I kissed him by force the night before. I knew what had happened. Clare didn't just turn me into his girlfriend; she was making me into his girlfriend. These feelings of romance towards him were fabricated. Then, why did I feel all tingly when thinking about him...? Could it be fake? I wasn't sure. My phone interrupted my thoughts with another buzz. "Wanna go to the ice cream shop this afternoon? I'll get you your favorite." I wondered if Clare Long enjoyed blue slushies as much as I used to. I changed into my clothes quickly, eager to see Hunter. It was weird, my morning routine was something that seemed so natural. Showering, doing my hair, doing my makeup, bra, panties, shirt, pants, and overshirt. I had never done this before, yet it was so easy. And it even felt... right. I suppose Clare wanted her boyfriend to think she was pretty. I wasn't Clare. I was John. I would go to the shop, pay with my own damn money, and then we'd play Halo.... If only... ............... Hunter bought me my blue slushie and himself a vanilla cone. We sat on the park bench – closer than I'd like – together and talked about random stuff. I had to admit; I was really enjoying myself. When he offered me a lick of his ice cream, I took it quickly. I didn't care that he had just been caressing it with his tongue. I didn't really care about how close we were sitting either. Everything just felt right. Clearly it was the work of the old Clare... But I didn't mind. In fact, I felt quite the opposite. Whatever this body was before I got it, it sure hadn't orgasmed in a long time. I was horny as hell. My legs crossed in sexual frustration and I noticed Hunter could tell something was wrong. I said that it was nothing. He lifted my face by the chin and looked into my eyes. "You wanna tell me? I could help." I couldn't help myself. I lunged forward and began rabidly kissing him. His tongue was in my mouth and mine in his. They danced together, sharing spit. I didn't care. I was making out with my best friend. And I was a girl doing it. He grunted, and I realized that my leg was being pushed away. My cheeks grew red when I saw his erection bulging from his jeans. I swear, had we not been in public, I'd have touched it. What's wrong with me? ............... About forty-five minutes later we found ourselves as Hunter's house. His mom wasn't home so we sat on the couch and made out for a while. I didn't know why, but I was enjoying this a lot. The idea of him having me as his own made me so wet I was afraid he'd notice. Finally I took the initiative and planted my hand right on his crotch. I felt his member twitching and thrashing inside his jeans trying to get to me. He groaned, but other than that was dead silent. I leaned in and slowly kissed him on the lips while unzipping his pants. Then, I worked his dick out of the underwear and simple held it. The throbbing flesh was warm to the touch and made me feel sexy just touching it. I noticed he was uncut. That was fine seeing as I used to be. I began slowly stroking it up and down, trying to make him last a long time. After a while I couldn't take it anymore. I gave into Clare's urge and gave the head a big kiss. My puckered lips gently touched his dick and he bit his lip. No going back now. I opened my mouth and slowly took his cock into it. My tongue grabbed all of the sperm already present quickly before I began rubbing the head with it to get more. Then I felt his hands on my head. Yes. This is what I wanted. He began forcing my head up and down. My throat started to hurt, my eyes began to water, and I loved every fucking second of it. I felt him freeze and readied myself for the oncoming wave. His semen soared down my throat. What was left on my lips and hands were quickly consumed, and I smiled at him sweetly. I was his girl. He loved me. And I loved him. We held each other for another hour, sometimes kissing, sometimes just listening to each other breathing. Then I went home to pleasure myself the rest of the night thinking about what had just happened. Clare and Present Danger Ch. 01 ***Note to readers*** This story is meant to build slowly. Chapter one has no sex, only sexual tension. Stick with me, though. I'll be adding other chapters that will make it worthwhile. Many thanks--YogaVixen. ******* Clare and Present Danger Ch. 02 You feel the cold air wash over you as you walk through the door. Nick holds it open for you and you can feel his eyes on the back of your neck, along your spine, and then your bottom. You deliberately allow your hips to sway as you move down the steps to the sidewalk. As you stop in the warm yellow of the streetlight, you regret your flirtatious response, rebuking the part of you that wants him to find you sexy, so you defensively wrap your arms around yourself and look over your right shoulder to see if he's following. He is. He places his hand firmly between your shoulder blades, then slides it to your low back and says, "Cold?" His voice is mocking. You're momentarily confused, arms falling to your sides. You shiver and feel your nipples draw to an even tighter pucker. It is cold, but his firmly planted hand seems to burn into your skin through your t-shirt and the thin sweater you've put on. An intense feeling of vulnerability begins in your belly. You open your mouth to speak, but as you look at his face you see the irony in his smile, the knowing arrogance in the eyes that are looking at your nipples, so you pull away and begin walking. He laughs softly, grabbing your hand again and walking quickly. His legs are long and he has a stride to match. Even at a trot you're a half-step behind. You endure this for about a block feeling your face heat and your breath quicken from the light exercise. Finally, you stop, digging in your heels, pulling on his hand, trying to force him to release it or to slow his pace. He does neither. Instead he stops and unexpectedly pulls you toward him. You stumble forward, and while you're off-balance he turns you, pressing your back against a parked car. Your heels teeter on the edge of the sidewalk. Your gasp turns into a growl of frustration and you push at his left shoulder with your free hand. His rumble of laughter makes you even more angry, but as you raise your hand to slap him, he grabs it, pushing both arms over your head. Your toes have lifted off the sidewalk with the enforced lean. The top of the car is cold against the backs of your hands. You're panting as he widens his legs around either side of yours. Your eyes spark as you look up to see his smug expression. Unconsciously you bite your lower lip, willing yourself to breathe more deeply. A minute or more passes as he silently looks down at you. His eyes slide to your lips, then down to your breasts that lift with each breath. His shoulders relax and elbows soften as he dips his head toward you. With one more deep breath, you push against him, shifting shoulders and hips side to side like a wild thing trying to free itself. This time, he growls and steps forward, and you're pressed between him and the car. You feel his chest and belly hard against you. His eyes are mere inches from yours. You give an involuntary feminine squeal as your eyes fill with tears. There's frustration, but beneath that is vulnerability spilling and staining like ink, and his unwavering, solemn look needles and tattoos you. You're marked as weaker and helpless. There's nearly a physical sensation as you feel something inside crack, some crazing of the smooth, porcelain veneer that protects your heart. And you feel unbearably tender beneath his gaze, so you look down, giving a broken, strangled sigh. His hands move to cup your face, thumbs by either ear as the fingers slide into your hair supporting the base of the skull. His lips are by your left ear as he says, "Look at me." You look back into his eyes, registering the dilated pupils and the carefully controlled desire. You've forgotten your stretched arms, your lifted toes. There's only the heat of his palms, the sudden sense of sense of freedom as your shoulders and neck soften, relaxing your head in his hands, and a long, slow thread of excitement unfurling in your belly. Unconsciously, you lick your lips. As his head tips again toward yours, you hear a whispered, "Please." But it's not until his mouth rubs over yours, his teeth nipping at the lower lip, or until his tongue teases your lips open and you feel the beginning of his invasion. It's not until you sense the yawning abyss and realize only his hands can keep you from falling. It's not until then that you realize the softly pleading, "please" came from you. Clare and Present Danger Ch. 03 When you hear the car alarm down the block, you come to your senses. You stifle the desire to moan as Nick's mouth moves to your neck, his hands softening their grip. Realizing that he could easily overpower your resistance, you take a deep breath, and after going limp, you slide down the side of the car and out of his embrace. Before he realizes what has happened, you've begun running down the sidewalk toward your apartment. You feel a rush of power as you flee, laughing loudly, imagining his dumbstruck impression at the car as he wonders what happened to you. You look over your shoulder, and feel a jolt of adrenaline as you see him chasing you. You look ahead and see the steps of your apartment just a few yards away. "Take that Mr. Feminists-Need-to-get-Laid," you think, "I'm going to beat you." You reach the steps, and as you climb, you fumble for the key. You can hear the rhythmic pace of his running getting closer and you imagine yourself a silly girl in a horror movie. You have a moment of fear, but it's the same kind of fear that you have watching horror movies—that surprisingly enjoyable pulse that makes you laugh. And that's what you do again. As you reach your key to the lock, you giggle with nervous pleasure. You're still laughing as you open the door. It's not until you go to close it, and his foot slips in to prevent it, that your laughter stops. You feel just the tiniest frisson of real fear before you push it away. This is just an average college guy trying to get into a woman's pants. You've handled plenty like him before. So you move to the stairway several feet from the door, ponytail snapping again, and adopt a look that is a combination of boredom and derision. "You just don't give up, do you?" you unconsciously taunt as he comes through the door into the anteroom. "I thought all women liked to be chased," he says mockingly, leaning casually against the door. "I imagine you get a lot of practice. I have a feeling women often run from you," you snap. You know why, but he makes you feel discomfited and prickly, like a cat whose fur has been rubbed the wrong way. He only laughs, moving quickly from the door to stand in front of you. You unconsciously back toward the wall as he comes closer, your eyes snapping and sparkling and your cheeks rosy from the run. He gazes down noticing the hard beads of your nipples. He leans down, his lips by your ear saying, "You're not running now." You stiffen, once again flustered and embarrassed, and he moves his lips to your neck again. You swallow a moan as he begins to kiss along that tender spot. He smells so good. His hands cover your breasts as he nibbles and sucks along your neck and shoulder. You feel his thumbs moving over and over your nipples. Then you do moan, and hear the soft tinkling sound of your keys hitting the floor. His cool hands beneath your shirt surprise you. His mouth moves along your jawline toward your lips as one hand moves up your belly and along your ribcage. He deftly undoes the front clasp of your bra. His teeth nip at your lower lip, his right hand rubs over your breast, finding the nipple. His left hand slides around to your lower back, the fingers slipping past the waistband of your jeans. You feel completely overwhelmed and surrounded by him. His tongue sliding into your mouth, his thumb flicking over and over your nipple, and one finger sliding down between the cheeks of your bottom. It wiggles in the little dip right above your tight puckered hole and there is a sudden rush of wetness between your thighs. You are panting and moaning and mewling with desire. He sucks your tongue into his mouth, places his thumb and forefinger around your nipple, and slides his other finger deeper. All at once he's sucking deeply on your tongue, pinching your nipple, and pressing his finger into the mouth of your little star. You gasp, unconsciously arching your back toward his finger. Your panties are soaking wet and all you can think about his how badly you want to cum. He shifts his mouth again to your neck, biting softly as he pinches and presses. The first two digits of his finger are in you. You can't stop moaning. And then, he begins to retreat. First, pulling back the finger until he's just rubbing the tip over your still puckering hole. Then, he returns to simply rubbing over your nipple with his thumb as his lips slide again over your jaw and to your mouth. He softly kisses your lips as he removes his hands and straightens your shirt. He steps away, bending to retrieve your keys, but doesn't hand them to you. Instead, he places a hand at your elbow and begins to go up the stairs. You allow him to lead you up a few steps. He arrogantly says, "You can give me a drink after that run. And show me your apartment." You feel prickly again, but you can't tell if it's his arrogance or your own frustration. Irritated, but with a fast-beating heart, you grumble, "Fine. A glass of water. But then you leave." He chuckles, knowing you don't mean a word of it.