6 comments/ 18798 views/ 0 favorites If The Opportunity Arises By: TBA_UK PART I Edythe had initiated the whole thing, telling her husband that she loved him, but there had been too much irrefutable damage done in their relationship for it to survive. The separation had been amicably, but painful, if there is such a thing. Finances or allocation of property were not issues, the only major area of contention started with guardianship of their children. Although her husband eventually conceded that they should stay with her, he made no secret that if the opportunity arose, he would fight tooth and nail for custody. The first few months of adjustment had its problems, but other than being lonely, she appeared outwardly in control. She had avoided soul searching discussions with friends or family, preferring to keep her thoughts to herself. Her social life was non-existent, and other than going to work spent her free time at home. Her mood remained constant, totally dispassionate; causing some of her co-workers, especially her boss, Katie to become concerned. Then when the Chicago Regional Health Seminar came up on the agenda, Katie selected her to represent their location. Katie had suggested that the week long seminar would give her an opportunity to focus on something other than what was going on in life. She could meet new people, do some networking; maybe relax and enjoy herself for a few days. If the opportunity arose! It had been after a typically long and boring regional health seminar, filled with redundant discussions and symbolic wish lists. By the end of the day all she wanted was to be back in her hotel room, escaping in a luxuriating hot bubble bath, scented candles, soft music, and a chilled glass of white wine and then, sleep. Instead she had ended up inside the hotel lounge sipping on a rye and coke, munching on a plate of cheese nachos and listening to the soulful pulse of the blues band. Another plate of nachos and a few more drinks later, before someone she had met early from the seminar had invited her to join him. It was someone that she had recognized and the invitation seemed innocent enough, thinking that it would be nice to talk to someone. By now the lounge had filled to standing room with customers and she found herself having some minor problems following him to the table. Making it worse were the strobe lights from overhead the stage spinning in hypnotic rhythm to the music, causing her eyes to open and close to the strange patterns. When she had finally reached the table she had signalled the waiter, ordering another rye and coke, before sitting down. She had said very little, enjoying his company and happy to listen to him, feeling the warmth of his breath as he talked to her. She had moved closer so that she could hear him over the pounding music. At times there had been awkward silences between them, neither really sure what to say; instead, content to watch the couples dancing. Finally he had smiled at her under the flashing lights, and asked her to dance. She wasn't sure if she had answered him, but soon found herself melding into the throng of couples heading for the dance floor. The dance floor was filled with couples dancing to the slow and soothing tempo of the music. The heat from the crowd and upbeat music had an intoxicating effect on her, she found herself being lured by the atmosphere. Naively she hand swung into his arms and felt them close protectively around her. Her mood and the effects of the alcohol generated an intoxicating fusion as their bodies met and they started to dance to the slow rhythm. As the music became louder, magnified by the erotic bass shrouding the room, the more rapid her heart pulsated as she followed him slowly around the floor. Her breasts had strained through her dress, her flimsy bra offering no protection as her taut nipples nearly pierced through the thin, sheer material. Her breasts crushed hard up against his strong body. When his leg slipped between hers as they danced, she had felt a light dampness easing its way from her vagina to the pink lips of her vulva. It had been a while since she had felt like this from just dancing, and could offer no explanation for the fire that was building inside her now. She tried to pull away but found her arms circling his neck, involuntarily reacting to his grip tightening around her waist, pulling her closer against him. Momentarily consternation was replaced by a mystifying solace in his arms and her body clung involuntarily to him as if she had no control over it. She had closed her eyes, trying to avoid the intensity of the flashing lights, but the lights shimmered through her eyelids and had seized control of her mind. She was lost in the moment and after the tempo of the music increased they had held each even closer, dancing as one. Her mind was playing out sexual fantasies deep within her, evident from the way her body was responding. It was only after she finally managed to open her eyes that she pushed herself away from him. The arousing music pervaded throughout her body, becoming part of her and she could feel herself capitulate completely. She could feel her body respond to the rhythm, her arms swaying freely at her sides, her breasts slowly moving slightly beneath her dress. The more she had danced, the more her body was becoming lost to the beat. She felt free, her body perspiring as flashes of excitement emanated through her body. For now she was in another realm, away from family, home and work, replaced by an erotic world of her own and she felt no distress at her sudden display. For a moment she had forgot about her companion, and when she had looked up at him, he was dancing away from her, the perspiration gleaming his forehead. Unexplainably she had dancing for him, momentarily not aware of whom he was. His face was a characterless image, misted before her. She could feel the fire between her legs intensify, and her arms moved in a snake-like manner as her head rolled from side to side. She had enticingly rotated her hips forward, again and again and he had responded by moving closer. As soon as their bodies were close she felt his leg slide between her. As they continued to dance, his leg smoothly massaging up against her exposed thigh. Surprisingly, she didn't care that his leg had caused her skirt to ride high on her legs, instead she moved seductively up and down his leg, simulating the beat of the music. His hand came slowly towards her like a snake, summoning, inducing her to come closer, until it found her waist and drew her closer until their bodies touched at their loins. She had felt his penis hard beneath his trousers and had wilfully ground her hips against him. All around, she could feel the sexually charged atmosphere, lights radiating incredible heat in alluring colours that bombarded down on her flickering eye lids. She moved her hand to the back of his neck, pulling his face towards hers; leaning backwards she thrust her aroused abdomen hard against his throbbing penis. Her eyes searched for his identity when he pulled her closer, then leaning towards her, kissed her, crushing his lips against her open mouth, thrusting his tongue deep into her throat. The shock of the sudden kiss was like being hit with ice cold water. Deep down she had wanted the kiss, in fact, craved it. Instead of being totally receptive, she was terrified, knowing that he had excited her, that she had wanted him. She pushed him away, leaving him alone on the dance floor, and walked unsteadily from the dance floor toward the door, bumping into people as she left. Ashamed of herself, she cried quietly as the elevator took her away from the madness and to the sanctity of her room! She had only been in the room for a short time when she heard the knock on her door. He had made no effort to enter the room; instead he had just stood there, holding her jacket. He was smooth and apologetic, using the excuse of too much drink and getting caught up in the moment. They were interrupted by a couple walking by her room and before she realized what she was doing, she had stood back away from the door and invited him into her room, before closing the door. She had left him at door, escaping with the jacket to the bedroom, by the time she had returned he was sitting comfortably on the sofa. She had moved away from the sofa towards the vacant armchair as he stood up; but instead found herself next to him on the sofa. At some point he had asked her if she wanted a drink, the next instance she was holding a glass filled with a sweet white wine. She took the glass, all the time talking erratically as she nervously sipped at the drink. During the course of their one-sided conversation, her glass that she kept emptying kept magically refilling. After a while she felt very odd, like she didn't seem to have much control over what she was saying or thinking. Everything started spinning in her head; her mind flooded with disjointed thoughts. That strange feeling she felt on the dance floor started to return. When she looked at him, his form was blurred, and she blinked her eyes trying to get a clearer image. She became increasingly uncomfortable, and at one point saying that she really needed to get to bed, but made no effort to show him to the door or move from the sofa. In reality she was scared to move, she could feel herself blush as her body felt the emerging tingling down deep between her legs, like pulsating tremors, only different and stronger. She fought unsuccessfully not to fidget, trying to focus and understand what he was saying, but the persistent pressure between her thighs was growing and making her more unsettled. He inched closer to her, continuing to talk as his arm had slipped around her waist and pulled her towards him. His action startled her, but was more shocked by her on reaction, or lack of, as she made no move to resist or say anything. For the second time that night, her breasts were pressed hard against his chest, her nipples hardening instantly by pinpricks of suppressed arousal inundating throughout her body. They stayed entwined without moving for what seemed to be forever, as he held her tightly against his body. She felt another stab, a long protracted stab of desire penetrating deep between her thighs. At the same time his hand had moved quickly to the back of her neck; easily unhooking the clasp at the top of her dress before sliding the zipper downwards and open. His warm hand snaked inside the opening, moving from her back to inside the front of her dress until his strong fingers deftly slid under her flimsy bra to the capture the nakedness of her breast. The persistent manipulation of her hard throbbing nipples between his thumb and forefinger was tearing relentlessly at her resolve; intoxicating sensations emanated from her nipples as he continued twisting them, alternating from one breast to the other beneath her bra. She couldn't believe was happening, but deep inside hoped it would continue. Totally overwhelmed by his sudden movements and the licentious sensation that she was feeling was pushing her closer to the edge. His tongue was insinuating itself inside her ear, teasing it with his saliva, leaving a warm wet trail across her cheeks, before his mouth locked onto hers. It had been futile trying to twist away, his tongue's rapier movements deep inside her mouth made it impossible for her to move her head. Instead, her tongue had responded in kind, pushing obscenely against his. His tongue had been unremitting and predatory, probing back at her tongue, before enticing it deep into the warmth of his mouth. The kiss seemed to last indefinitely as his tongue moved unimpeded in an incessant indiscriminate fashion deep inside her wide open mouth. Eventually the kiss was broken and her tortured breasts released, still caught tightly in his arm she felt her body collapse against his, her breathing heavy and laboured. She was still in the throes of regaining her breathing when she felt his hands already working their way down her back, slipping beneath her dress and under panties to the soft cheeks of her buttocks. He cupped her from behind, each hand firmly encompassing a moon-shaped buttock, pulling her harder against him while his fingers began kneading at the soft flesh. She had just lain still; her breathing was more controlled, her body succumbing to the pleasure teasing ministrations of his fingers. That all ended when her body was rocked by a sudden licentious sensation between her legs. She had tried to suppress her growing arousal, by frantically pressing her legs together as tightly as possible. In that desperate brief moment, he had effortlessly manoeuvred her submissive body down and over, so that she found herself lying on the couch next to him, her legs spread so that when he pressed his body down onto hers, she felt the rising hardness beneath his pants pressing against her moistened genitals. She gasped as she felt his fingers come into searing contact with her upper thighs, the fingers gentle exploring the naked flesh, before slipping under the elastic leg-band of her panties. His movements were unaffected by her unconvincing attempt to jerk away from his hand. Especially when she began squirming back and whimpering as the thick digit moved relentlessly seeking and finding the narrow slit of her pussy. He moved his fingertip up and down, scraping at her throbbing fold before it slipped comfortably into the moist slit between the small soft pillows of flesh tufted with pubic hair. She moaned out, unable to hold back the loud groan of embarrassing pleasure that she felt when his finger made its electrifying contact with the small, pulsating head of her clitoris. Tears streamed down her cheek as she involuntarily responded to the wonderful wicked feeling of his fingers steadily caressing her nipples and vagina. Her hips began to rotate in a subtle rhythmic motion as the fingers worked their sexual magic between the sensitive folds of her pussy, hardening the bud of her throbbing clitoris. His fingers continued to tease and manipulate her receptive body, igniting salacious charged sensations to run unbridled between her legs. His actions were timed with precision, lifting her to different plateaus of erotic frenzy, each more intense and wanton. Her body always eager to becoming totally receptive to whatever licentious manipulations he desired. Then just as suddenly as it all started, he stopped. Cold air replaced the warm wetness of his hand on her enflamed vagina, as she was left hanging in mid-air, with her dress high around her waist, her hips rotating in slow seductive circles, her legs obscenely spread helplessly searching for the lustful pleasure that her body ached for. He stood up, lauding his sexual prowess over her, the bulge of his hardened penis visibly pushing out against his trousers. She thought he was going to take her right there on the couch, something inside her desperately craved an end to the unbearable aching between her now widely spread thighs. Instead, he leaned forward and placed his hands around her waist, then hooking his fingers into the elastic of her panties, pulled them down over her hips, down her legs and off, letting them drop to the floor. He seemed satisfied at what he saw as he stood before her, taking the time to stare blatantly between her trembling and vulnerable thighs She offered no resistance when he pulled her into a sitting position, feeling only a small tremor of concern that she could allow herself be easily manipulated like rag doll. She watched mesmerized as he knelt down in front of her, his strong hands carefully spreading her long slender legs so that there was one on each side of his head. He positioned her unresisting body strategically down into the softness of the cushions until her naked buttocks were balancing on the edge of the cushion. She watched his full head of black hair bend down, and then, she knew with certainty what was going to happen. At the same his head disappeared from her view, she felt his warm breath pervade her sensuously aroused vagina just seconds before his lips pressed against her lower belly, creating a wet chill that mushroomed the length of her spine. She attempted to jerk backwards, a low groan escaping from her lips as the strange wetness of his mouth sucking ardently against her ragged, pink-edged vagina incited a frenzied madness in her mind and body. Any effort to escape his inexorably probing tongue only served to offer deeper access between her thighs. As she felt her body capitulate to its own lewd desires, she could sense changes in his efforts, as he voraciously assailed her pulsating pussy. She could not suppress the deep soulful moan that escaped her dry lips, her hands reaching down between her thighs in a futile effort to hold back his head. Instead, her hands only seemed to infuse the inevitable. His lips smothered the tender moistness of her vulnerable pussy, parting the soft silky pubic hair, his thick tongue salaciously slicing into the feverish crevice of her vagina. His palms pushing gently against the inside of her quivering thighs, preventing any efforts to evade the oral onslaught, his tongue set to task its slow and tortuous teasing of her secret vaginal flesh. She groaned over and over, her hands now pulling at his hair, her back arching as much as possible, and the depravity continued. His dexterous tongue worked diligently at her defenceless vagina, slithering in and out, slipping back and forth over the head of her throbbing clitoris. His head moving in an unpredictable motion, up and down, back and forth unimpeded between her spread legs. She could feel the sudden surrender of her body, her muscles growing slack and her hands frantically fighting to hold his head firmly between her thighs. Her eyes rolling back into her head, as her body conceded to the persistent and enthralling rhythm of sexual awakening engulfing every inch of her body. Her body now controlled her mind, demanding fervent gratification; her only response was to draw up legs back, wildly thrashing them wider in complete offering and subjugation. Time and time again electric spasms of perverted lust ignited inside her and she knew just as surely as she could feel his lips nibbling softly at her cunt that she was totally absorbed by the illicit heat raging in her loins, although she felt tainted, it was impossible to repudiate the flood of pleasure that saturated her body. She couldn't stifle the hot soft whimpers escaping from deep inside her, her body infiltrated by intense hot and ice cold flashes racing over the surface of her skin, warm rivulets of perspiration started breaking out over her body. The urgency of her release was close, and she began to thrust her pelvis forcefully against his face, she sobbed and trembled, completely out of control, caught in the sexual inferno that was systematically engulfing her. Her trembling thighs splayed rigid, before finally relaxing and constricting around his bobbing head. Her cunt acting as if it was a separate entity, sucked ravenously on the swirling tongue deep in the recess of her enflamed pussy. Her thoughts and cares evaporated from her mind as her aroused body finally erupted into a climatic crescendo of intense pleasure. Instead, her mind became a vortex of sporadic erotic illusions playing out in her mind as her legs trembled, and stomach heaved in rhythm to the hot, love juices erupting inside her pulsating cunt. She woke sometime later to an empty hotel room, still on the couch covered with a blanket and a pillow under her head. The after effects of drinking still lingered, as did the latent musky smell and heat from her sexual arousal. Mortified, she pulled the covers over her head and cried herself back to sleep. ................................................... If The Opportunity Arises It had taken every ounce of internal strength to continue on, going to the seminar as if nothing had happened. The last two days had been mentally anguishing as she laboured to stay focused on the program. Only to find her mind constantly wandering at her inability to hide the embarrassment she felt or having to spend time with the man who had caused it. Instinctively, she managed to avoid all social graces, choosing instead to escape back to her hotel room each night, and although she found no comfort, it did help her cope. She was devastated when her attendance at the wind up banquet was mandatory. The only saving grace was that she was seated at a table with women, who were only too happy to talk business. She felt protected by a comfortable and safe imaginary shield and for the first time since her ordeal she finally allowed herself a momentary respite. As the evening progressed several tables were pushed together to make space for a dance floor. Drinks began to flow, voice levels increased, couples danced, the atmosphere in the room became jovial and lively. For best part of the evening she had managed symbolic attention and unconscious participation to the activities at her table. Periodically her eyes would scan the room, always ending up on the table where he sat, and every time she found him staring back. He would always acknowledge her, either with a nod or by raising his glass in a mock toast. Every time, she could feel her cheeks flush, and she fought with herself to stop looking. Eventually the inevitable happened, she watched in silence as he made his way to her table and asked her to dance. Too embarrassed to make a scene, she meekly took his hand and allowed him to guide her away from the safety of the table. No sooner had they reached the dance floor when he immediately pulled her hard up against his body. Initially she had stumbled, missing a step, but he held her so tightly that no one even noticed. She felt as though her whole body was evaporating in ignominy by the sheer horror and trepidation of dancing with him; instead it become secondary in comparison to the deluge of lewd propositions he started whispering in her ear. To her absolute consternation, she found that the depraved lewdness of his words had a resounding effect on her. It had become impossible to stop her mind or body from reacting mechanically to the salacious onslaught that awakened erotic visions deep in her mind. By the time he returned to the table, she was numb, completely drained of feeling. She seized her glass, downed her drink quickly, in need of a refill she made her way to bar. As a rule she did not care for spirits, but sensed she was going to need something stronger to get her through this evening. The drink helped her relax slightly, especially when she saw that he was at the other end of the room sitting with his friends. For a time the evening progressed peacefully: and even though she was asked to dance on a couple of occasions, she had politely turned the offers down. However, as the evening drew to a close, she finally accepted an offer to dance. They had only been dancing for a short time when her partner suddenly stepped away from her, and allowed her nemesis to take over. The thing she had dreaded the most, had happened. Her first and only thought was to run; but found herself pulled tightly against him. He moved his hand down her back until it rested below her waist; with purpose he effectively pulled her hips toward him. She could feel the rigid length of his penis burning into her stomach through her dress, sending definite warning signals through her. His fingers played wistfully on the back of her dress and she could actually feel her breasts swelling and the nipples stiffening in lewd excitement. This time there were no lewd suggestions whispered in her ear, instead he was quiet, his hands gentle, their body's melding together, seductively stimulating each other. The consequence from their dancing was persuasive, numbing her thoughts. It was if he knew the effect he had over her, and when he suggested they leave, she offered no resistance. The cab ride back to the hotel was completed in total silence; he appeared content to have his arm around her shoulders the whole time. Every time the cab would stop, he would turn her slightly towards him pulling her close and then, kiss her. His tongue easily gained entrance inside her receptive mouth, their tongues participating in their own erotic dance. His free hand working her breasts through her dress at will, manipulating and stimulating her stiffening nipples relentlessly. When the cab started moving, he would stop, every time she found herself wanting, hungry for more. By the time the cab reached the hotel her body was a sexual vortex, just waiting to explode, while her mind was in self-indulgent anguish. The elevator ride was short and filled with other guests, giving her time to think. She found herself terrified of taking him to her room, terrified of what was going to happen and what she wanted to happen, and terrified of the unknown. So lost in her thoughts, her mind overwhelmed by her internal rationalizing; that she didn't even realize that they had left the elevator and were standing at the door to her room. He didn't say or do anything, content to just stand and wait for her to make the first move; a broad smile creased his face, when she surrendered and handed him the key to the room. Once inside her room his movements were swift and calculated. He took hers hands gently, moving them above her head; his body pressing up against hers while manoeuvring her back up against the door. When he had positioned exactly where he wanted, his lips crashed against hers, his tongue sliding wetly inside her eagerly accepting mouth. She could feel every inch of his hard body against hers; she could feel his excitement as much as her own. She moaned softly when ground his hips against hers, and she could feel her arousal beginning. He moved his left hand closer to the other, briefly releasing her hand, before his right had clasped both her hands held firmly. He moved his body back just enough to let his free hand move between their bodies, to the flat of her rolling stomach. His hand moving in circles as it manoeuvred downward, his fingers gently kneading and searching out its way. She felt his hand through her dress and panties on her throbbing mound, his middle finger sliding with surgical precision, as it pushed the fabric of her dress and damp panties into her hot moist slit. She felt her body tremor, sparked by an intense erotic spasm and she thrust her hips forward, enjoying the salacious sensations the thick digit was causing. He held his finger still, and her body of its own volition started to move sensually up and down, shuddering as she felt the material become damper with her hot moist secretions. She almost collapsed when he removed his hand, frustrated with the sudden cold emptiness it created. That changed quickly when she felt her dress being pulled from the bottom, upwards. His hand now under her dress stroking and probing at her quivering naked thighs as it moved with purpose towards her throbbing pussy. He had released her hands and they instantly dropped around his neck, pulling his mouth harder against hers, their tongues duelling ravenously for control over the other. She felt a cold sweat wash over, instantly replaced by an intense and burning ache between her thighs as his hand reached her damp panties. He broke the kiss and her head flopped forward onto his shoulder, her breath ragged and fast; mechanically arching her back and spreading her legs to allow his probing fingers complete access to her throbbing pussy. His middle finger moved sensually up and down the thin band of her panties, sliding easily on the soaked material. His thumb found her blood engorged clit, and began working its stimulating magic, teasing and rubbing relentlessly causing maximum effect on her already hypersensitive body. Then his middle finger snaked its way under the thin band of her panties, moving up between the damp cheeks of her buttocks, stopping to let the tip of his finger skilfully delve just inside her rectum. The sudden intrusion was like fireworks exploding; her whole body twitched and reverberated in one intense and exhilarating orgasm. Her whole body shook, trembling uncontrollably in rhythm with the multitude of mini-contractions saturating her being. When her body collapsed lifelessly against him, he held onto her firmly, and for a moment they just stood there before he gently nudged her towards the bedroom. She could feel her juices flowing freely between her thighs, and the musky dank smell that saturated the air, following them. He sat her down on the bed, his hand moving from her waist to move around her shoulders, supporting her in an upright position, before slowly lowering her backwards onto the bed. As she slowly slipped sideways her dress had hiked upwards high on her thighs, so that she felt the cool air of the room waft over her damp lace panties. He bent towards her, lifting her limp, nylon clad legs onto the bed, then placing a pillow beneath her head; waiting patiently while she made herself comfortable. She felt peaceful, her mind and body in a sensual calm, lying there on her back, her left leg slightly bent at the knee. His hand moved gently over her naked right thigh, his fingernail probing and pushing at the resilient flesh indicating for her to spread her leg for him. Intuitively her leg moved on command, bending slightly before if fell heavily back onto the bed. Inside her lust hazed mind she knew he had an unobstructed view between her thighs, that he could easily see curly strands of her pubic hair peeking from her panties. It was all she could do to stop from spreading her legs even wider, in an open invitation to him. She felt him easing her shoes off her feet, teasing them with soft wet kisses along the bottom of her foot and up the back of her nylon covered legs. She mechanically raised her hips when she felt his hands move under her buttocks, shivering as she felt her panties being pulled down over the smooth curves of her hips, down her legs and onto the carpet. Her hands reached out, hooking behind her knees and she raised her head upward to look down over her breasts, surprisingly exhilarated to see that her dress was bunched up above her hips and her nylon clad legs were spread wide, in obscene anticipation. He moved in slow motion towards the bed, losing his pants and underwear onto the floor on the way, his walk becoming a swagger as his thick hard member came into view, standing proud and menacingly erect. He climbed onto the bed and moved his body over hers, his knees firmly situated into the mattress on both sides of her head. She watched mesmerized as he slowly massaged the heavy thick foreskin back and forth over the pulsating head, inciting his penis into rigidity, the head already covered with a viscous film of pre-cum. As if knowing exactly what he wanted she positioned her head to face the erect penis that was now inching salaciously towards her, the smell of his arousal invading her senses. She started to move her face closer, when he thrust his hips slowly forward towards, laying the wet sticky underside of the throbbing head between her trembling moist pink lips. Instinctively, her mouth opened, her mind in wanton disarray as the underside of the throbbing head slid effortlessly through the stretched lips, resting against her teeth, the soft flesh of her quivering lips sculpting perfectly along its length. He flexed his hips slightly back and forth until several droplets of cum oozed from his throbbing gland, lubricating her mouth. She tasted the thick pungent liquid, its subtle potency intoxicating as it sluiced around inside her mouth and over the head of his penis, until warm rivulets escaped slowly down the corners of her mouth on either side, down onto the mattress. She whimpered as his hand reached over, his thumb and forefinger holding her lips tightly against his throbbing member while he gently continued with a slow fucking motion. His other hand moving over her breasts tweaking and pinching the nipples with his fingers, until she could feel them mechanically harden, straining against the material of her dress and bra. She shifted slightly beneath him, hearing herself moaning softly, as his fingers released her lips and his penis pulled away from between her moist lips down over her chin, leaving a thin thread of warm stickiness behind it. His hands moved down to the hem of her summer dress, pulling it up slowly over her palpitating belly, up over her highly sensitized breasts. With one hand he gently lifted her to a sitting position, balancing her precariously while his other hands lifted the dress up and over her head. Still holding her firmly his free hand moved to her back unclasping and removing her flimsy bra in one swift motion, before gently laying her back down on the bed. She felt her body trembling, totally exposed, totally vulnerable and yet, feverishly aroused. She just lay there motionless, her heart thumping in shameless anticipation, her naked body spread helplessly waiting for his touch or for any other licentious manipulation he wanted to perform! He whispered in her ears he was going to fuck her now, and that she was going to love every second of it; and just like on the dance floor, her body responded instantly, the obscene words intensifying her wanton arousal. She kept her eyes focused on his hand holding the throbbing member, watching hypnotically as he moved away from her. Deep down her mind screamed impatiently, languishing for the salacious delight that she voraciously ached for. Her hips started to move in slow circles, performing audaciously for him, trying to incite things along. Her anguish was directly proportional to the inundation of blood and intense heat rushing to the centre of flowering cunt lips. She surprised herself, as her hand snaked quickly down between their bodies and captured his throbbing cock in her hand. A contented moan erupted from her panting lips as her fingers tightened around the thick flesh. He dropped across her, the hardness of his cock burning against her upper thighs, his face looming above her. Forcing herself not to think about what was happening; she guided the hard, fleshy shaft to the saturated mouth of her pussy. The thick bulbous head nuzzled up against her aroused cunt, her hips automatically gyrated upwards, as her hand pressed the throbbing head of his cock slightly between her throbbing pussy lips. She was racked with electrifying shivers of lewd pleasure surging through her abdomen and her hips moved slowly up and down the thick bulb insinuating itself deeper inside her pulsating channel; her own hot body juices flooding her . For a split second she dared not move; content to feel the throbbing pressure inside the entrance of her pussy. She adjusted her position, slightly spreading her thighs to accommodate her opening as it started to stretch around his cock, as the ponderous head slowly forced its way into her wet, palpitating open He pulled back his hips slightly; the head of his cock almost out before he thrust firmly back deep inside. She could tell he was stretching her pussy, but at the same time, she was so well lubricated she knew there felt no undue amount of pain associated with his penetration. Any feelings of nervousness or fear evaporated when the full thickness of his cock explored and teased every spot of ecstasy hidden deep within the recess of her musk-scented pussy. The throbbing head explored its way deeper inside her, disturbing the portals and unleashing the latent secrets of her womb. Inch by inch his cock wormed its way deeper into her receptive passage, her cunt walls constricting insatiably around it. She was weeping now, her arousal intensified profusely, compounded by the feel of his muscular hairy legs against her nylons-clad legs, only provoked more erotic sensations to pervade through her. She was a taunt bundle of decadent sensuality. Her hips propelling urgently forward in one final thrust as his hard cock entrenched itself deeply into the most sacred recess of her cunt. She moaned loudly when his hard cock bottomed out deep inside her, filling her completely. Her moans becoming static whimpers as she felt feel every inch of the pulsating cock through the highly sensitized walls of her vagina. He lay still for a moment, content to make his penis jerk hotly within her tight confines, content to keep flexing his cock again and again, causing her to groan abjectly each time. Then, he began short firm strokes in and out of her cunt. Her passage accustomed to his thick instrument, a mantra of pleasure erupting from her, as he rotated his hips, grinding down against her mound until the engorged head probed relentlessly against her cervix. She began moving her hips in concert with his, immeasurable jolts of gratification inundating through out her abdomen. Her mouth opened and closed, her breathing erratic, beads of perspiration coating the surface of her upper lip. The room swirled about her; her body reacting and greedily seeking more pleasure, her body moving in perfect rhythm to his throbbing cock stroking deeply inside her pulsating cunt. She screamed for him to fuck her! Her own lewd, wanton behaviour exciting her even further, she caught her breath when his powerful hands lifted and pulled her by her buttocks until she was tightly against his groin. Her body heaved with unwavering passion, the heat of her own passionate desires driving her closer to an erotic abyss. She reached up and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling his sweating face down toward her own; her tongue attacking his mouth like a predatory snake, slithering in and out in, in primal tenacity, completely uninhibited. She ceremoniously skewered her cunt lewdly up to him in answer, offering it in some pagan ritual. He impelled his cock into her with increasing intensity, her constricting vagina continued to discharge hot juices easing his deep penetrating strokes. She had taken control away from him, salaciously seeking out her own self-fulfilment, hurtling her wildly sucking cunt up and down on his throbbing shaft. She could feel his sperm inflated balls slapping down against the nakedness of her unprotected buttocks, and could feel the hot dampness in the heated crevice where the warm viscosity of her own arousal had seeped between her ass cheeks. Her hands hooked behind her knees, pulling her legs back, offering even more access to her greedily sucking cunt. She felt the finger of one of his hands beneath her buttocks, teasing the puckering hole of her tiny anus; pressing down with her stomach muscles, she began to rotate her ass downward, opening the tiny orifice to accept the lewdly worming finger. The finger immediately sank completely inside her rectal passage; at first it began moving in small circles, before picking up the in and out in rhythm of his thrusting penis. Any pain she felt when the palm of his hand was flat against her hotly grinding buttocks was transformed unexpectedly into pure pleasure. Sexually confused, she immediately attempted to skewer herself onto the rotating finger to the hilt; shoving back against it, then feeling the void in her cunt, strained upwards to ensnare more of his hard throbbing cock. His finger burrowed unremittingly into her flowering anus; setting off her body in another licentious direction, her hips grinding up and down frantically on both impaling instruments, sending a speedball of profligate sensations through out. Her body reacted in total capitulation; her toes flexing and stretching out, breasts heaving, and her nylon clad legs splaying wildly from side to side, as she felt the burning turmoil of cumming. If The Opportunity Arises As his thrusts became more deliberate in an attempt to get even deeper inside her cunt; the walls of her cunt reacted immediately, secreting more copious fluid to lubricate his cock for maximum penetration, as her own impending climax, propelled her pelvis up from the bed, rotating her cunt lips around his thrusting cock with renewed ferocity. She heard a gasp, followed by the intense pulsation of his cock as she felt the surging wave of his boiling liquid rush from his balls along the rigid length of his cock. She was totally consumed by the avalanche of tingling sensations, her mind and body instantly subjugated to the incredible sensuality of the powerful surges of his sperm erupting deep into the boiling cauldron of her womb. Her body ravaged by a multitude of erotic spasms, caused her satiated body to suddenly fall heavily backwards onto the bed; her belly still undulating from the repercussions of her own debauched orgasms, as her cunt milked voraciously at his throbbing penis, trying to drain every drop of his hot thick semen. She was fulfilled completely, any abject shame and guilt evaporated into insignificance compared to the satiation which wafted over her. ............................................. The flight back home gave Edythe the much needed time to reflect on the events from the last few days. She suppressed any guilt relating to what happened, which somewhat surprised her, but objective reasoning absolved her ethically in her eyes. After all she was legally separated; she was a woman, vulnerable and needing human warmth, going through a traumatic separation, grieving maybe, but she was definitely not dead. It wasn't as if she slept with every man she met, however she did recognize the irony of her thoughts, considering what happened. In reality she had never been promiscuous, even at a younger age she was always careful about taking things slow in her relationships, the same with her marriage. In fact, it wasn't as if she had planned what happened, quite the opposite; as she felt any signs of compromising her moral judgment in her fragile state of mind would only make things worse. However she also acknowledged the positives that came from what occurred and for the moment it put any thoughts of fear of moving forward with her life on the back burner. In her mind she had just taken a giant step forward towards total restoration. Somewhat at peace with herself, but still the feeling of being mentally drained and physically exhausted she reclined the plane's seat, deciding on sleep for the flight home: her last thoughts were of words from a Toby Keith song: "What happens in Mexico, stays in Mexico," and she thought maybe the same could be said for Chicago! Edythe never really felt any notable change after the trip, try as she might; she found it difficult to break free of slipping back into her self-imposed ostracism. But as days passed, there were some unpremeditated changes. She found herself interested in what the girls were planning for the weekend, sometimes even participating in the discussions. Her choice of clothes had changed; she was wearing brighter colours and trendier fashions, and on occasion some tastefully provocative styles. Each day seemed to open a new door for her; starting with a quick drink or dinner with the girls after work, progressing to going to dances on the weekend, which eventually led to dating. At first her dates were disasters, always lacking self-confidence and finding herself constantly on guard made it almost impossible for her to relax and enjoy herself. She felt sorry for some of her companions, blaming herself for wasting their time and gallant efforts to get her to open up. However, over time that changed and she did begin to enjoy herself more, with some of the dates progressing into short-term relationships. Unfortunately she couldn't find that one person to help her make that last step, to experience that emotional high she desperately needed. It had been over six months since the seminar and Edythe could not ignore that life had gone full circle, and was again in trouble of spiralling into an emotional backslide. At home her relationship with her children became cold and strained, tempers flaring instantly and arguments more frequent. At work she withdrew and her moods became indifferent, in addition to avoiding all social activities and dating. She was spending more time at work, hiding out in her office to avoided co-workers, and staying late into the evening to delay going home. It was a beautiful evening, comfortably warm, when she left the office later than usual. If it hadn't been so nice out she would have taken a cab home, but being in no rush decided to take the bus. Besides, she could get off by the park and take a nice walk before going home. The only downside to taking the bus was where she had to catch it. It wasn't that it was in a bad part of town or that she feared for her safety, it had more to do with what transpired there. It was where the prostitutes plied their trade. She reached the bus stop and checked the schedule, with twenty minutes to wait she thought about walking along the route until the bus came, but decided against it. Checking the bench for a clean place to sit, she sat down and took a book from her bag, flipping the pages until she found where she had left of. After several attempts at reading the same page she quickly gave up and returned her book back into the bag. She didn't consciously watch the activities across the street, in fact, she tried to avoid looking. Whether it was curiosity or the phenomenon of what was happening, she found her attention being continuingly drawn to the other side of the street. The whole thing seemed so surreal, as if everything about it was some form of private club. Her attention was drawn mostly to the women, it was almost impossible to tell their ages, as the young tried to look old and the old tried to look young. Their clothing was indecent, leaving very little to the imagination of their possible customers. She thought it such a societal contradiction. The women were constantly moving up and down the street, occasionally taking a few moments to talk to each other, but for most part would stand alone. When a slow moving police cruiser crawled by she watched the women scampering of into different directions, hiding in doorways or stores; quickly returning to their posts after it passed. She watched the endless procession of slow moving cars, clearly seeing the heads of the drivers scouring the procession of women, parading prominently for their consideration. Then a car would pull up to the curb and his silent selection would move slowly towards the car, making sure that her body moved in a very seductive manner until she reached the car. Sometimes the women would get inside and sometimes they would just hold the door open bending their head inside. Most transactions were completed when the car pulled away with woman inside or a car door slamming and the woman storming away before turning and brandishing a flourish of obscene hand gestures. She continued to watch, focusing on different women, wondering about their lives and what motivated them to this type of lifestyle. So overcome with an intrinsic need to understand them, so powerful that she found herself morphing, becoming one of them: The car pulling up to the curb in front of her; the passenger window already down and the driver leaning across the front seat smiling over at her, his eyes inviting her over. Her first thought was to ignore him, to explain that she was just waiting for the bus, but she didn't. Instead, she made her way to the car, imitating the seductive walk, and when the passenger door swung open towards her she slid inside the car closing the door behind her. He kept smiling at her, all the time his eyes appraising her body blatantly, and his head nodding in approval. He looked up at her, his smile not changing and asked "How much?" "It depends... on what for?" "I wanna see ya pussy first, if it's as good as the rest of you, a blow and a fuck!" he leered wickedly at her. She was unable to move or say anything; she just sat riveted in the seat. Her mind plummeting, and her body voluntarily responding to the vulgar expectations. She turned her body sideways in the seat, her right leg spreading slightly, but restricted by her tight skirt, she stopped and looked over at him. "Well pull the fucking skirt up, then!" he demanded. Her hands were shaking as she pulled her skirt higher up her thighs, stopping when she saw her white panties. She had little problem lifting her left leg, bending it at the knee so her foot could rest on the console between the seats, at the same time her right leg stretched wide until he could see the outline of her thick pussy lips through the thin material of her panties. "That's a good girl, now lets see that cunt!" he rasped, the smile returning and his excitement evident in his eyes. Her right hand moved down between her thighs, moving directly to the thin band protecting her mound. She hooked a finger under the band and pulled it away and over from her throbbing pink lips. She looked down between her thighs, excited by her glisten juices on her flowering lips. "What a gorgeous cunt! Play with it, stick a finger in it!" he choked. So lost with her acts of self-indulgence that she actually felt her finger sliding around inside her pussy, the action scared her instantly, and she almost had a coronary when she realized she was day dreaming. So real were her thoughts that she found herself frantically straightening her skirt, her body shaking uncontrollably. Completely stunned at the realism of what she had transpired in her mind, she stood up from the bench and started walking away with her head down. Finally reaching the intersection, she crossed against the traffic, and fearful of her actions looked for a cab, relieved when one pulled up beside her. She arrived home to an empty house. Her nerves were fraught with uncontrollable urges and her inability to suppress them. What scared her most; was the knowledge that the least amount of provocation would easily manipulate her subconscious. Right then she needed to mentally escape her mind's sexual fantasies, pouring a drink, then another and another. It was only then that she slept, when the alcohol completely numbed her mind and body. Edythe called into work sick the next morning; staying in her bedroom hiding under the covers until the kids left. Still shaken about what happened; even more provoking and horrible was the ambiguity she felt about it. Part of her shivered with repugnance and yet there were parts of her that couldn't deny the anticipation, excitement, seductive and erotic feeling that she felt. It was early afternoon when she finally left the safety of her room, finding just enough energy to take a hot bath. By mid-afternoon she actually felt some relief and was able to push the memories of last night to the side, finding it easier to concentrate and rationalize the sexual metamorphosis affecting her. Although, subconsciously, she conceded that she could not prevent herself from falling prey to the same type of thoughts. The days were the easiest, she was so busy at work that time flew by, it was after work that had become excruciating hard. Each evening after work she waited at the same bus stop, her mind always drawn to the activities across the street. The more she tried to understand what was happening the less strength she found inside to fight the emerging attractions of the unknown. It wasn't even a matter of what was right or wrong; it was the allure of her dark side that kept nudging at her moral fibre, to the point where self-justification became a spiralling contradiction. By the end of the day she felt more cracks and chinks in her already fragile armour, becoming deeper and unable to control the moral erosion of her mind. Then once at home she would deliberate and rationalize her thoughts, eventually falling asleep feeling mentally strong and confidently determined that her conscious morality would help her survive the day ahead. Instead, each day Edythe could sense her subtle descent as licentious thoughts started to make there way into her mind at work. Her mind unable to focus properly at work, as she thought more about her time at the bus stop, and like an addict, she sensed the desperate need to take charge of herself. She had no comprehension of what the solution might be; only that she had to confront and vanquish the anonymity in her mind, to gain control back. Her only problem was how! Edythe answered her own question! PART II It was called The Pantera Sports Bar because it had a better ring to it than brothel, especially since the law had a thing about pimps and call girl services; although everybody in vice knew the story behind the Pantera. Generally the sports bar was left alone, only suffering occasional police intervention. Everybody knew The Pantera serviced two sectors within community. Firstly it offered a variety of services from drinks, food and an assortment of sporting activities, along with other specialized services to a wide spectrum of cliental; and secondly, as a consequence of the first provided a wealth of knowledge for the law. It was owned and operated by Connor Pritchard who could be found there most days, usually watching soccer, fucking a new recruit or just relaxing. The Pantera was his claim to fame; he had taken the derelict building and using his intuitive ability to take advantage of situations, turned it into a gold mine. It was this intuitiveness that he lived by, and that always kept him alert to any and all opportunities that came his way. As a rule Connor never got directly involved in his illegal dealings; preferring to play both sides of the fence, beside he had enough minders on his payroll to handle that end of it. However, every now and then his predatory nature would surface and he would set his sight on his prey and it was game on. The woman at the bus stop was next on his list! Connor had been watching her for the past week from his office window, upstairs in The Pantera. He had a perfect view from his window as it was directly opposite the street from the bus stop. Initially he hadn't paid much attention, more cursory glances as he preferred to window shop for younger women. However, there was something about her that triggered his predatory instinct, but just couldn't quite put his finger on it At first she acted like most people waiting for the bus, but he had noticed something different in her that set her apart from the others. It was like she was studying; always focused intently on the girls working the street, from the minute she arrived until the bus came. On one particular occasion she didn't even get on the bus, she just sat there staring across the street oblivious to the bus coming and leaving. His first reaction was vice, but he quickly dismissed that thought as she didn't really fit the part; it was then he decided to scope her out, take a closer look at her and find out what she was all about. The next evening, like clockwork she arrived on time and he was already sitting on the bench when she arrived and sat down. He attempted to catch her eye, in an innocent fashion. If she had noticed his effort, she acted as if he didn't exist; instead her attention automatically tuning in across the street. Connor liked the look of her, he guessed to be in her early thirties, but she was the complete package, and even though she was older, he felt an immediate attraction towards her. She dressed conservatively but with a style that didn't hide her long tapered legs, and what looked to be a good body. She had blue eyes, sad and intense, but under the right circumstances he knew would sparkle. Her hair was an expensive dye and style job, although it was red he sensed she was probably a blond, something he decided he was going experience personally. This was going to be a challenge for him as this was not the type of woman that he normally took chances on. Most women who fell under his charm indirectly came to him, as they were usually chemically dependent, naive or abandoned; this woman didn't seem prone to any of these circumstances. He would have to go slowly with her, slither his way into her life, inveigling himself into her life. For the rest of the week he just concentrated on making mental notes of her behaviour and becoming a regular fixture at the stop. At first he would just nod or smile at her; on occasion he would try to start a conversation, usually weather related comments. However she would always keep her remarks brief, and although amiable they seemed forced and detached. He would take the same bus as her, tolerating the thirty minute ride before she got off. He would always get off a few stops later, where his minder would be waiting in the car. They would drive around the neighbourhood, so that he could familiarize himself, just in case she asked where he lived. He even had instructed his driver to follow her, to find out where she lived. It was later the following week when things took a change, he was about to give up, but something she did caught his attention, it had been very subtle, but he had sussed it instantly. It was a look that came over her and the body language that followed. He noticed that glassy-eyed look that a person gets when they're in another world, or on the periphery of waiting for something to happen; more importantly it was the way she moved uncomfortably on the seat as she watched the girls across the street going about their business. It dawned on him that this woman was affected; even attracted to the vicarious life these women led, but sensed she was terrified of her own moral judgement and innate desire to be a part of it. Perfect he thought to himself, this was the link he needed to work at; she was a furtive voyeur of the licentiousness of life. This was territory he knew only to well, this was his playground! By the end of the week Connor finally engaged her in a conversation, he keyed specifically in on her interest in the girls and nonchalantly let it slip that he owned The Pantera and if she liked, he would introduce her to some of the girls. He did not miss her reaction when he mentioned the club and meeting the girls; in fact it was after that she began to participate more, asking instead of answering questions, in their conversation. Over next few weeks they began to hit off, he learned quite a bit about her, specifically her name, Edythe. On a couple of occasions they had gone for a coffee and he had even convinced her to go for a quick drink when he had driven her home. For most part her questions about the club were pretty basic and easy to answer, as were the ones about the girls. He offered to show her around the club, but as with his offer to meet some of the girls, she never asked: instead she just asked questions. He always answered her honestly, never sugar coating his beliefs about what was right or wrong, just his opinion. Connor was no fool, he knew Edythe couldn't be rushed but it had been a month since he started this quest; and even though they had a great rapport going, he felt that he was no closer now, than when he started. It was becoming increasingly frustrating for him. His name was Connor and she had met him at the bus stop. At first she was intimidated by his presence he seemed a tad haughty for her liking. In fact she had totally ignored him on the few occasions that he did catch her attention, pretending to be pre-occupied. He wasn't a big man, maybe five-ten, early forties, average looking. But his most striking feature was his eyes, as they seemed to constantly change from blue–to-grey-to-green, in a way it was very seductive. He was always smiling and very sociable, never really pushing himself at her; in fact he seemed content to accept her apprehension in stride, but it never deterred his efforts.