2 comments/ 3373 views/ 2 favorites Do I Know You? Ch. 01 By: RobertShannin On occasion, I find myself exploring a strange town on my own. I travel (just a little) for work, mostly conferences or other trips related to my job. Since I often travel by myself, I've developed the ability to eat by alone in a restaurant while thoroughly enjoying myself in the process (as opposed to that obviously uncomfortable vibe that some solo diners exude). Plus, my personality is such that if you are a stranger to me, you don't stay that way for long - we will engage in conversation and probably become acquaintances at the very least as a result. This evening just happened to be one of the aforementioned solo-dining events, following a day full of conference sessions, vendor presentations, and other mundane minutiae that accompanies the work that I do. As I waited for my name to be called by the Panera dude behind the prep counter, I felt the presence of someone sidling up next to me. Without even looking, I simply moved a bit further down the line to make room - however, as I moved down, so did my new friend. This caused me to turn my head towards the motion, only to be greeted by a beautiful smiling face. I was still in a suit from the day at the conference, but this gorgeous woman was in sweats and a baseball hat - a look I typically affect when I haven't yet showered, but need to run out in public for something. I smiled back, and then turned back towards the counter. However, out of the corner of my eye I could see that this woman was still looking at me and smiling. You know, that kind of smile that says, "I know you - but you obviously don't remember me." The work that I do connects me with MANY people, so this phenomenon is not entirely unfamiliar to me. I turned towards the woman and told her that she looked familiar to me, and I wondered aloud if we had met before. Her response? "Oh, I know you, but this is actually the first time we've met." What? NOW I'm really intrigued... Of course, this is when the kid behind the counter calls out my name: "Carlton?" I smile at the woman and tell her, "That's me" only to hear her immediately reply, "Oh I know!" Ok, now I really need to know what is going on here - this is getting a little crazy! However, as I grab my food and turn back towards her, she is gone. Apparently they called her name the same time as mine, and I was too dumbstruck to notice her collect her food and head away from the counter. Shit. I hate when mysteries like that are left unsolved... Ah, well, at least I have the memory of a beautiful woman smiling at me to hold onto - even if we are somehow connected in a way unknown to me. Taking the tray containing my dinner, I head towards the dining area to find a seat. I spot an open booth in a fairly secluded section of the restaurant and head that direction. If I have to dine alone, I really enjoy a little solitude in order to read or answer a few emails. Just as I sit down and open my iPad to read a few articles, I sense a presence at my side. I look up only to see the same woman from the counter standing next to me. "Anyone sitting here?" she asked. "You." Came my standard semi-snarky reply, at which point she actually moved me further into the booth as she made her way in on my side. "So, how is it again that we know each other?" I asked, a question that is frequently on my lips. "Well, if you haven't figured it out, I think I'll wait a bit before filling you in," she said, with a naughty little smile on her lips. Holy shit! I thought to myself. What is going on here? "Sorry for the sweats and hat, I just haven't made it to the shower yet today," she said, making it clear that she wasn't really sorry, just apologizing out of common courtesy. "Not a problem!" I said, thinking, she could wear a burlap sack and it would look fabulous... "Oh, trust me, if I had known that I was going to run into YOU, I would have put some serious effort into getting ready before heading out," she said, dripping with innuendo. Although it took every iota of willpower I had, I kept from pursuing the question of how we knew each other further, knowing that in time, all would be revealed. I just had no idea how soon that would be. "So," she said, as we came to the end of our respective meals, "have you figured it out yet?" Playing a little coy, I said, "Figured what out yet?" She sent that sexy smile back in return. "Well," she said, "I absolutely LOVE your writing, but seeing you in person is even better. When I saw you standing in line for your food and I recognized who you were, I became instantly wet. Soaked, sopping, drenched, in fact." By then, she was nearly sitting on top of me, delivering the last few words as a husky-voiced whisper in my ear. The nearness, coupled with the content of the conversation, served to arouse me, much to her delight. Her hand was on my thigh already, and as I became more turned on, her hand slid up my leg until she was gently stroking me through my suit pants. "You think I'm kidding about being wet?" she asked. Before I could answer, she grabbed my hand, brought it under the table and under the loose waistband of her sweatpants. As she was wearing no underwear, she merely had to push my hand down her pants and I was brushing against her neatly trimmed and incredibly wet pussy. If I was a little aroused before, I snapped to full attention at this point. I began to rub her clit, but she quickly pulled my hand back out of her sweatpants while whispering in my ear, "Let's get the fuck out of here..." Do I Know You? Ch. 02 I followed her out to the parking lot, thankful on her behalf that she was wearing a dark pair of sweatpants because she wasn't kidding about being more than a little wet... Exiting the building, she turned back to me and said with a smile, "I live 10 minutes from here, you can just follow me. I'm this white car, right over there." As if to confirm that this wasn't all just some crazy dream, she leaned in close to quickly kiss me and whisper in my ear, "I have waited SO long for this day to be here..." Oh, I wanted to hold her in front of Panera in the middle of God knows wherever the hell I am, I was so thrown by what was happening to me. I just stood there, speechlessly watching her walk away for a second before she sensed that I wasn't moving and turned back asking, "Are you coming?" Umm... Is that a trick question? That broke my brief reverie, snapping me from fantasy to an incredible reality. I turned the other way and tried to remember what my rental looked like - I generally tried to get something similar each trip to try to help me remember. Rarely worked, but at least I had a system of some sort. I was a bit more motivated than usual to find the car today, so I began pushing the unlock button on the key fob at a rapid drumbeat. When it started to sound like a car alarm, I knew I needed to lay off of it - fortunately, the flashing lights quickly gave away the location of my car. That drive may have been the longest 10 minutes of MY LIFE. Fortunately for me, she was an excellent leader, never leaving me hanging at a light. Little details like that speak volumes of a person's character - such a random thought to have on my way across this town, following a beautiful stranger(?), headed towards who knows what?!? What the hell, I told myself, what is life without the spirit of adventure? Little did I know... After getting off of the main road, we made very few twists and turns before arriving at her neighborhood. I was very glad to see that this was precisely the kind of place I would pick in which to live - one thing to put on the list of "things we have in common." I'm making a list now? Trying to play it cool, I didn't rush out of my car and run up to hers, which is what I REALLY wanted to do. Feigning casual, I slowly pulled myself out of my car and walked up to where she was waiting. "Have you figured it out yet?" she asked. "Still chewing on it, actually," I responded before adding, "but I'm enjoying the ride so far, to be honest!" It was easy to read in her that she actually knew me in some way, which comforted the tiny nagging voice of paranoia that wanted to sneak a word in edgewise. Something about, do you even know WHAT YOU ARE GETTING INTO HERE?!?! Or something like that. I couldn't really hear that voice when all I could see was her standing there looking at me as if I were a glass of her favorite wine and she was more than ready for a drink... "Well, if you haven't figured it out yet, I'll give you just a little more time," she said, turning towards the front step of the house, "I need to hop in the shower anyway!" We quickly entered the front door and she closed and locked the door behind us. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll only be a minute," she said, motioning towards the living room sofa and chairs, as she walked down the hall to the master suite. Fully invested in this scene by this point, I just kept playing along to see what came next. Still in my suit, jacket and all, I sit on the sofa and pull out my phone to clean up a little work email. Fifteen minutes later, I hear the shower shut off and I take that as my cue to put the phone down and pay attention. Important to not be distracted at a time like this, trust me! Another moment or two passed and then I heard her footsteps coming back down the hall in my direction. She walked into the living room wearing her robe, fresh out of the shower - barely dry, if at all. Just as I tried to play it cool earlier, I could tell a little of the same was going on from her end, given her current state - she wanted to get back out here quickly. "I'm assuming you still haven't figured out how I know you?" she asked, more statement than question at this point. "Well, yes, mostly," I said, "You've said that you love my writing, and that you know me, but that this is the first time we've met. That pretty much sums it up from my perspective." However, actually saying all of that out loud seemed to trigger my memory, and it all comes back to me. We had had an online relationship a while ago and had somehow lost touch for a significant chunk of time. I couldn't remember if it was a move, or a change in job that severed our connection, but somehow we had lost touch. "Taylor," I said, "Holy shit!" She just smiled, and opened her robe... Do I Know You? Ch. 03 Memories flooded my mind, while my eyes were focused solely in the present moment - I could NOT stop staring. We'd only exchanged a few pics, just enough to spark the imagination and provide a visual foundation for all of our online play, so it isn't surprising that I didn't recognize her at first. The voice should have been a giveaway, but then again, it was the first time I had heard it in person, and I certainly wasn't expecting to reconnect like this! "You are so incredibly beautiful," was all that I could muster. Seriously. I felt as if I constantly needed to manually close my jaw, it was so slack. "Well thank you!" she said, not shying away from my gaze at all. Her comfort in this state was very appealing to me - she was comfortable in her skin, but it was more than that. She enjoyed being seen - not objectified, but rather, appreciated. A few seconds of observation on my part confirmed what I had suspected throughout our time together online: this woman knows who she is (and is happy with that person), what she wants (and needs), and how to go about getting it all. It just happened to take us a little longer to get there... "So, I'm in this robe, and, you're in a suit," she said, looking me up and down as I sat on the sofa. "While you do look good, I think you would look even better if you were to lose a layer or two..." I quickly tried to wriggle out of my jacket while still seated, but she moved forward and put her hands on my shoulders, pushing me back against the cushion. "I didn't say anything about YOU doing that, did I?" she asked, her nose touching the tip of mine, "Let me take care of that for you..." She pushed open the jacket of my suit, while I leaned forward, allowing her to slide it down my arms. As she slipped the jacket all the way off, her breasts rubbed against my chest. I couldn't wait until I was also bare-chested, in order to feel her skin against mine. "You're not in a hurry, are you?" she asked, with that playful look that told me it really didn't matter if I was indeed in a hurry - we were going to go her pace regardless. "Not at all, my dear," I lied. Tenderly, she kissed the top of my head while she loosened my tie and slid it out of my collar. She continued to kiss me, but moved down my forehead, and then nose, as she unbuttoned my shirt. GOOD LORD each time she brushed against me it took all of my self-control to refrain from reaching up and touching her. I felt as if I knew where she was headed, so I didn't want to spoil the moment by rushing things. As I leaned forward again, allowing her to slide my dress shirt down my arms, she again pushed me back down on the cushion of the sofa, only this time she kept moving with me and ended up straddling me. I was still wearing a t-shirt and my suit pants, socks, and shoes at this point, which made me wonder if she couldn't hold out any longer and was giving in herself. As if she could read my mind, she whispered in my ear, "Just needed to feel you against me for a moment!" Again, I had to talk myself out of simply reaching out to hold her in my arms as she sat on my lap rubbing her beautiful body against me - fortunately for both of us, she only maintained this tease for a moment, before pushing herself off of me, and back to a more upright position, standing over me. Well hell yeah I enjoyed the view! She smiled down at me, and put her arms over her head, indicating that I should do the same. Gladly. She grabbed my t-shirt at the bottom and quickly pulled it up over my head and arms and threw it into the next room. Her throw once again brought her body into contact with mine, only this time, there was no barrier between our skin. Feeling her bare breasts rub against my chest made me uncomfortably erect in my pants, and I needed to make a minor adjustment. She took that as her cue to take matters into her own hands, pushing my hand aside. As she rubbed me through my pants, I could not contain myself any longer and I had to touch her - the look she shot back as my hand moved towards her hot pussy let me know that she was definitely ready for this contact as well. She gasped slightly as my fingers grazed her wetness - if she was going to slow play this encounter, I would gladly show her that two could play that game. She moved her hips lower, towards my hand, but again, I barely touched her - enough contact that it was definitely felt, but such a feathery touch as to deepen the ache in her that grew increasingly apparent. Each touch of my hand only served to intensify the look she was giving me, making her attempts at removing the rest of my clothing take on an urgency I had not yet seen. Seems I'd found the right spot. I smiled up at her, as she brusquely (almost roughly!) pulled my pants and boxer briefs off in one quick motion, sliding me nearly off the sofa in the process! I took advantage of the slide to go ahead and stand up, face-to-face with her. I pulled her to me, pressing my body against hers, and leaned in to kiss her deeply - she responded by welcoming my body into her embrace, nearly melting us together in the process. A hug so deep as to feel completely connected, while our lips desperately kissed and sucked the others' - our desire was unquenchable at this point. "Why don't we take this somewhere else," she said, able to pull away from the embrace for a moment... Do I Know You? Ch. 04 As she led me down the hallway to what I assumed was her bedroom, my mind raced with many, many questions - unfortunately, nearly my entire blood supply was being diverted to another location in my body instead of my brain, so I thought it best to stay silent and continue following... MmmmmHmmmm, did she have a spectacular body - the view from behind nearly as incredible as the one I enjoyed moments ago on the sofa! The way her hips moved as she walked down the hall was so sensual and inviting, prodding me to pick up my pace and close the distance between us. Finally, enough blood cells escaped the gravitational pull of my erection to work their way to my brain, allowing a single question to escape my lips, "How did you know that it was me in the restaurant?" I asked. She stopped in the middle of the hallway, and turned back to me. "Are you worried that I'm some crazy stalker woman, getting ready to pull a Kathy Bates on you, a la Misery?" she asked, a smartass smirk on her lips. "Uh, no, no, of course not," I stammered out, more than a bit flustered by her response. "It just took me considerably longer to remember you, so I wondered how it was that you recognized me right off the bat?" She stepped closer, and any personal space that had existed between us a moment ago evaporated. She looked directly into my eyes with an intense sincerity and said, "I've wanted this day to come for so long that your face is forever emblazoned in my mind's eye - I'm not fixated on you, I haven't been stalking you, but I have certainly been dreaming about you filling my each and every need. That kind of hope can sustain desire a lonnnnng time..." Was it possible to want her even more than I did just a moment ago? If so, I definitely did at that point. I didn't have a comeback, witty or otherwise, to her response, so I took advantage of proximity to again pull her to me, dropping my head to kiss her again. As we kissed, my hands slid down her back to her perfect ass, cupping both cheeks gently, her skin was so soft, but that ass was FIRM! I just wanted to touch every last inch of her body, and fortunately, it appeared that momentarily I was going to have an opportunity to do just that... Again she pulled back from our kiss and embrace to pull me the rest of the way down the hallway - indeed, we were headed to her bedroom. While I was primarily fixated on her, her body, her smile, everything about her, I was able to take in a few details about her sleeping quarters - important to know as much as possible about those with whom you partner in life, how they live being incredibly valuable information. Her taste was simple and understated, yet elegant. She wasn't afraid of color, or even a more modern approach to aesthetics, yet I also felt very comfortable and warm in her personal space. I'm going to enjoy this connection very much, I thought... She crossed the few steps of her bedroom necessary to reach the bed, and much to my surprise, leapt into the air and crash landed on top of the comforter and the small army of pillows guarding the head of the bed. She swept her arms left and right until all of the decorative pillows were flying across the room, leaving only the bed pillows behind. As soon as she had cleared the bed of obstructions to her apparent satisfaction, she spun and turned to me. "Are you ready?" she asked. "You're not going to do that to me, are you?" I asked, pointing at the pillows on the floor. "Don't disappoint me, and you will have nothing to worry about," she said, again with that smartass smirk - I have to admit, I found it pretty damn sexy. "Oh, I promise not to give up until the job is done, I assure you," I said, trying to bring a little swagger of my own to the plate. "Oh I see," she said, "This is work for you?" Again I sputtered and stammered, trying to spark my normally quick wit into action. However, the sight of her on her hands and knees, completely naked, staring at me (actually, she was again checking me out from top to bottom) left me a little speechless. "You know I'm just yanking your chain," she said, a momentary flash of compassion for my plight in her eyes. "Now get in here and make me forget we ever lost touch..." Instead of entering the bed as she did, with a flying leap, I chose a somewhat more sedate approach and moved quickly around to my normal side of the bed, before climbing under the sheet she was holding up for me. I rolled to come face-to-face with her, intending to pull her to me one more time - instead, she grabbed my hand as I extended my arm around her and instead, placed it between her spreading legs as she rolled onto her back. "Touch me until I come," she insisted. Who am I to argue with a command like that? Do I Know You? Ch. 05 5. I absolutely love touching a woman's body, from head to toe. The smooth skin, gentle curves, and soft lips all conspire to draw me into a world of aesthetic appreciation I enjoy beyond imagining. Although she essentially commanded me to bring her to orgasm with my touch, she didn't specify that we needed to get there immediately. I began by tracing the curve of her hip, en route to running my hand down her inner thigh. The way she lifted her hips as my hand came close to her wetness indicated how deep her need was. I couldn't put her off forever, but I didn't have to give in just yet... I brushed past her swollen lips, barely grazing her wet, wet clit, sensing just how close she was. Oh, she was close indeed. This was not going to take long at all if I just gave in to my instinct and started right in, I thought, so why not continue to explore her body? Who knows when we would ever have an opportunity like this again? When I drew my hand away from her hips, her right hand shot out and fairly insistently grabbed my wrist. Hmmm... Two choices here: let her continue to run this show, or take charge, and let her just enjoy for a moment? I took a chance with door number two, hoping she was game to switch it up. I slipped my wrist out of her grip and quickly reversed that position by grabbing her wrist – pushing it back down to the bed to pin it there, in the process. She let a momentary look of shock flash across her face before quickly regaining her composure – this was unexpected, but truly desired, apparently. With her free hand, she reached above her head, her eyes never breaking contact with mine. It searched blindly for a moment only before returning from under the headboard with a padded wrist restraint. When she saw the same look flash across my face that had just slipped from under her carefully composed persona, she knew that she was in good hands... literally. It took mere seconds to insert both of her wrists into the restraints, drawing them tight enough to prevent escape or much movement, if any. That sexy, snarky smile was back on her lips, and I felt my own lips curl to mirror hers. Now that I was the driver, we were going to go my pace... The restraints held her mostly flat on her back, but that didn't stop her from undulating her hips in response to my whispery touch down her stomach to her thighs. She was SO hungry for my touch, it made me fully erect, even without any contact on her part. Gradually, I began to touch and stroke her with more purpose, teasing her nipples erect before sliding down to her wet pussy for a few quick strokes of my fingers. By the third time my hand slid down her quivering stomach to her pussy, she was so incredibly wet that I knew I absolutely had to get her off. Her clit was so swollen and wet, my fingers slid smoothly and slowly back and forth across its surface. The way she arched her back and gently moaned served both to let me know that I was in sync with the rhythm she sought, as well as to completely turn me on. I loved that I was able to bring her so much pleasure with only the touch of my fingers. The gyration of her hips increased in intensity, as she fucked herself with my hand. I increased the pressure of my finger on her clit, letting my fingers slide deep into her every few strokes. She moaned a low steady sound of pleasure, and it was all that I could do to keep found beating myself off all over her – my turn was yet to come, I knew, so I remained focused on her pleasure alone at this point. "Oh, Oh, OH, OH, OHHHHHHHHHH GOD!!!!," she screamed, as she came all over my hand. She shook and shuddered through an incredibly powerful orgasm, eventually squeezing my hand away when she had had absolutely enough contact on her now ultra sensitive clit. Her breathing eventually slowed to a semi-normal pace, and she looked my way before asking, "That was fucking incredible... how did you know how to touch me like that?" "Well, you see, I pay attention, and I just responded to what your body was telling me," I said in return. "I cannot tell you how much it turns me on to see what my touch does to you. For me, this is only really good if it's good for you as well." "Rest assured, my dear," she said, "THAT was definitely good for me." "So, are you ready to be freed?" I asked, pointing at her restraints. "That depends," she said, "are YOU ready for me to be freed?" Mmmmm.... I think not ;) Do I Know You? Ch. 06 6. "How about this," I said, "How about you stay in the restraints and let me fuck you until we both get there together?" "Mmmmmm... I like it!" she said, "But there is so much I want to do to you!" "Oh, don't worry baby," I assured her, "there will be plenty of time for that. Unless you have other plans, I don't need to be back at my conference until tomorrow afternoon." I SO hoped that little self-invite would be well-received – fortunately, it was. "You have NO IDEA how happy I am to hear that," she practically beamed from below me, "I want to be with you like this as long as possible..." Knowing that there would be more connections throughout the evening and into the night freed me to enjoy every aspect of this encounter, instead of worrying that it would be my only chance. I love having that kind of freedom with a partner – if I can explore and experiment over a period of time (or times), I WILL find her sweet spot (pun intended, of course). She was still wet, dripping down her thighs onto the sheets beneath her. That turned me on so much; I needed to be inside her. Still looking directly into her eyes, I rolled over on top of her, using my right leg to move her left leg open. She willingly obliged, spreading both legs wide and tilting her hips to better position herself for me. I pulled back, if only for a moment, to soak all this in. Her body was truly spectacular and my eyes could not help but try to examine every square inch of her. While I was taking in her physical beauty, I was reminded about our online connection, and the ways in which we had brought each other to orgasm solely through our imaginations (and masturbations of course): texts, phone calls, and a few pics always seemed to more than enough to do the trick. The incredibly creative and vivid fantasies we had shared previously flooded my mind again as I lowered myself between her legs. She was still so wet that I didn't need to guide my hard cock into her, instead, simply rubbing the head against her incredibly swollen clit caused her to arch her back and I slid right in. Oh God, it felt so incredibly good to go all the way to the hilt the first time I entered her! Her hands still bound, she used her legs and hips to draw me in deeply, keeping me in as deep as I could go. She wrapped her legs around me and started grinding her clit against me, getting me a little too close for comfort as I was not ready to get off quite yet. Mmmmmm.... I thoroughly enjoyed the way her pussy held me tightly, gripping me and refusing to let go. I did manage to pull back eventually, just prior to reaching the point of no return. Oh what a beautiful ache, deep in my balls – the anticipation feeding delayed gratification. Knowing that soon I would find incredible release of my own made it even harder to resist giving in, and yet I was able to stave it off, if momentarily. Instead of just madly fucking her, I wanted to slowly work her back to another orgasm – her wild-eyed gaze indicated a preference for the former, but I was in charge at the moment, and I intended on making that fact perfectly clear, without saying a single word. She knew precisely what my eyes were saying – she held my gaze intently as I began to slowly (oh, sooo slowly) slide in and out of her. However, instead of deeply penetrating that hot, wet pussy, I stopped just after entering, an increasingly apparent tease. I continued to tease, until I got to the tenth stroke, at which time I plunged into her fully, grinding up against her clit for a second before pulling out and starting the pattern over. The contact with her clit was driving her absolutely insane, forcing her to break her silence and BEG me to fuck her. It was all that I could do not to give in at this point, but I knew my patience and persistence would be rewarded. In fact, it only took two more cycles of the clit-tease coupled with the random deep thrust before I felt her begin to orgasm. I was so close myself, I allowed myself to give in to the urge to fuck her hard. The screaming sounds of orgasm that I had only heard over the phone before were now assaulting my senses in a wonderfully cacophonous wave of sound. Oh, so hard, I was thrusting in and out so hard I slammed against her clit with my body and I could feel my balls slapping against her ass! Her legs were up in the air and I was driving as deep as I possibly could. Just as I could feel her reach the peak, I relaxed and released myself, grunting hard as I came deep within her pussy. She relaxed, lowering her legs, and I moved down to kiss her waiting lips. "That was SO FUCKING GOOD!" she practically yelled, "even better than my wildest dreams!!" "Mmmmmmm... I agree baby, that was incredible," I said as I rolled over onto my back beside her. "Speaking of dreams, what do you think about a quick nap right here?" "You do NOT need to twist my arm for that one," she said, as she snuggled into my chest. I gave a momentary thought to the wet sticky mess we had made of her bed, but the insanity of the day and the amount of energy I had just expended caught up with me before I could even comment (again, a rarity, I assure you) – and I was out... Do I Know You? Ch. 07 7. I awoke to darkness, and the momentary panic that accompanies a late afternoon/early evening nap. After regaining my bearings, I remembered where I was, and better yet, what had just happened. Mmmmmm... I still felt goooooood! After just a moment of stretching and relaxing in the warmth of her bed, I rolled out, grabbed my underwear, and went in search of my host. As I made my way to the door, I saw a note at the foot of the bed, addressed to me. Carlton, I had to run into town to pick up my partner – why don't you make yourself at home, grab a shower and a drink if you are so inclined. I'll be right back! Taylor Hmmm... This presented a bit of a dilemma, now didn't it? Sure, I had felt welcomed, but how would I be received when another man was in the house? Should I just bolt and head back to my hotel? That would be pretty chickenshit, now wouldn't it? Grow a pair, man! She would have kicked you out if there were a potential problem, right? Crazy, as I couldn't recall her mentioning a partner in her life, although it had been a couple years since our last contact. I knew she had been married, but I was pretty sure I recalled that she had gotten divorced while we were in contact. Ah, patience, man. I had faith that all would be revealed in time. With this newfound resolve, I headed towards her master bathroom to shower as she had suggested. Not only would I be a little more presentable for her boyfriend when they returned, but I wouldn't smell like I just had sex with his girlfriend. A little paranoid? Maybe, but can you blame me? Good Lord what a fantastic shower! She had one of those walk in showers with the huge tiles and showerheads everywhere. Took me just a moment to figure out the technology involved in getting the water started and then I was in business. Absolutely glorious. I SO needed to look into a remodel for my bathroom after experiencing a shower like this! I had just rinsed the shampoo from my hair, and squirted a little conditioner in my hand when I heard the front door close, followed by voices making their way down the hall. Well, shit. So much for putting my best foot forward with the boyfriend! Fuck it! It is what it is, I thought to myself. So I just kept showering and let things play out as they would. Imagine my surprise when the bathroom door opened and I saw Taylor walk in, followed by another woman. "Carlton?" she asked, "Hope you don't mind that I brought my partner Mary Ann in to meet you while you were showering?" Seriously? Like I would mind? "Uh, not a problem," I managed to stammer out, "I would shake your hand, but I'm a bit wet and soapy at the moment." I stood with the soapy scrubber in my hand and just watched as first Taylor, and then Mary Ann, stripped off their clothes and made their way towards the shower. "Pleased to meet you," Mary Ann said, hand extended as she walked into the shower. I took her hand in mine and she took the opportunity to pull me to her for a wet kiss. Mmmmmm... even with the soap and shower, it was a beautiful connection and kiss. Her body felt absolutely fabulous against mine, her nipples stiffening against my chest as our kiss continued to deepen. I was so focused on kissing Mary Ann that I didn't notice that Taylor had entered the shower as well, making her way around behind me. She took the scrubber from my hand, soaped it up even further, and began washing my body, starting with my back. The sensation of the scrubber on my skin, coupled with the feeling of Mary Ann's body against mine was incredibly stimulating. Mary Ann reached down to gently cup my balls with her hand at the same time that Taylor started to reach around my body with the scrubber to clean the front of my body. As a giver, this much focus on me was a bit uncomfortable at first. Generally, I feel the need to give as much as I receive in order to fully engage, but I found that if I let that nagging thought go, I was able to thoroughly enjoy the ministrations of these two beautiful women. Ah, the freedom of just letting go and giving in to absolute bliss! Taylor was now pressed up against my back, her soapy hands running up and down my chest, while Mary Ann's lips were locked with mind, her hands gently massaging my fully erect cock. It's a good thing I got off not too long ago, or I would have reached orgasm right there! Right as I thought I couldn't take it a second longer, Taylor pulled back from me and moved around to my front. Thinking she was going to join Mary Ann in focusing on my erection, I was a bit surprised to see her peel Mary Ann off of me. "Now that you're clean," Taylor said to me, "Do you mind if we clean each other off a bit?" "Oh not at all, baby..." I said, stepping back to enjoy the show. Do I Know You? Ch. 08 Did I mention I like to watch? I stepped back, continuing to gently and slowly stroke myself, while I took in the beautiful tableau unfolding before me. Taylor turned Mary Ann towards her, looking back at me with that mischievous look that I was truly growing to love about her. She knew I was on board, and ready to enjoy whatever (or whomever) came next. Taylor still held the soapy scrubber in her hand, but as most of the suds from it were now covering me, she needed to add some more bodywash to make it all sudsy again. Mary Ann took that opportunity to reach out with one hand to Taylor's breasts - she started stroking her nipples, while her other hand was buried deep in her own pussy. The look in her eyes, coupled with the intensity with which she was fingering herself, let Taylor know that Mary Ann was close. Taylor gave me one more smirk before turning back to focus her attention on Mary Ann - I think I got a little harder, if that was even possible. Taylor took the scrubber and began to gently wash Mary Ann's shoulders and neck, all the while staring into her eyes. Their locked gaze only solidified my understanding of the connection they shared - these two really knew each other, inside and out. Taylor slowly worked her way down Mary Ann's body, moving around her as she washed her. Mary Ann was still rubbing her pussy with some intensity, and I could tell she was getting really close. "Mmmmm... I'm almost there, baby," Mary Ann said, forcing the words out as her breathing became heavier and heavier. Although this appeared to be a little ahead of the schedule that Taylor was working on, she was more than happy to help Mary Ann finish strong. She moved back around to the front of Mary Ann, sliding the scrubber down her breasts towards her spread legs. "PLEASE clean my dirty pussy, baby," Mary Ann moaned, leaning against Taylor in the shower. "I want to feel your fingers in me!" Taylor was more than happy to oblige, dropping the scrubber to the tile floor of the shower before moving Mary Ann's hand aside. As Taylor started to rub Mary Ann's clit, Mary Ann's hips began to work in perfect rhythm with Taylor's fingers - grinding back and forth, back and forth. "Oh god, I'm going to come," Mary Ann moaned, now leaning against Taylor for support. Their two bodies continued to entwine as Taylor brought Mary Ann to a spectacularly shuddering orgasm. Although I had had a fairly fabulous orgasm of my own, just a little while earlier, I probably could have gotten there myself by just watching these beautiful women tangled together in the steamy shower. "That was so beautiful," I said, struggling to speak with any coherence given my current state of arousal. "You two clearly know each other's bodies, and that turns me on so much." I know I was stating the obvious, especially since they could see how hard I still was, even though I was merely watching them. Mary Ann was still recovering, so Taylor jumped in to respond. "We've been friends for a long time, but we've actually only been lovers for a little while," she said, glancing back at Mary Ann with that sly smile of hers. "We're still getting to know each other more intimately, but I think we've got a pretty good start." I'd say!! It would not have taken much to get me off at that point, I was again close to coming. However, as is the case with many, many men, I wanted both of these beautiful women in bed with me. "I agree, I think you are both off to a great start!" I said, moving closer to them, "I would love to get to know BOTH of you better, perhaps we can take this show back to the bed?" They smiled at each other before moving towards me to engage me in a threeway kiss. This was the first time that I had been with two women at once, so I was not expecting this! Two tongues explored my mouth in the hot, splashing shower, while four hands caressed my back and chest. Again, I thought I was going to come - especially when Mary Ann's right hand moved down my stomach to caress my balls. "Mmmmm..." I moaned into their mouths, I was loving their ministrations so much! Taylor pulled back, taking Mary Ann with her. "I think the bed would be a wonderful place to continue this discussion," she said, tilting her head in the flow of water in order to rinse off any remaining soap suds. The three of us rinsed off and then took turns toweling each other off - gently, deliberately, with the utmost attention to each and every spot. By far, my favorite aspect of this entire encounter was the lack of rushing. Hell yeah there was urgency, but that was borne out of our desires and needs, not due to any time constraints. We were able to enjoy and appreciate every single moment with each other, including something as mundane as drying off after a shower. As we left the bathroom and walked back into the bedroom, for some reason I felt compelled to share my lack of experience in this particular situation. "I hope this doesn't sound completely lame, but I've never been with two women before," I said. Taylor turned back to me as Mary Ann continued on to the bed, and said, "Baby, that's okay, we've never done this either!" Whew. SOOOO glad I wasn't going to look like a complete idiot when I started making this next part up as we went along. Somehow, I got the feeling these two were going to take really good care of me...