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Sex Tales for the New Millennium Ch. 01

By: voyager957





Sex Tales for the New Millennium Ch. 01



Our hosts were pleasant and welcoming, and there was something nice about the conversation. Full woman said something witty, and after a few minutes I realized why the conversation was so nice. They were sharing intelligence and power. They were even polite to my guy's self-promotion; they played with it lightly, while still being respectful.

So I listened and enjoyed. And then I realized, I had been so busy taking everything in I lost their names. I decided that the guy who answered the door was "Dude 1." He was big and roughly handsome, a civilized lumber jack. Dude 2 was also nice, in a skinnier, slightly more nerdy way. Both of them were attentive, and they looked ready to take care of me.

Immediately to my right was the elegant full woman, large firm breasts snuggled in a tight dark lacy top, and dark tights-covered legs topped by a dark miniskirt. As I looked at her, power seemed to radiate. Some of it seemed to come from her large breasts beneath the lace, commanding in their stature. But a lot came from her wise comments. Smart, and full of perspective. Her gaze shifted and caught mine; she saw my admiration and smiled back warmly. She had a matriarch's power and grace, and her warmth was contributing to my ease.

Next to her was thin woman, and she was hot. Her utterances were pictures of poise. Her light miniskirt was short, and her bare crossed legs were long, lovely and thin. With perfect hair and nails and the crisp outfit, she was sharp. Of course, my guy's attention had been on her since he arrived. She turned his way to uncross her legs and he almost fell over.

Ok, I thought, "my guy" is out; I'm calling him by the first name I gave him, "car dude." If she was a vampire, he would be her slurpy. That was fine with me, as long as blood didn't spatter on my new dress.

On the other hand, thin woman smiled more at me. Her good taste extended beyond clothes. She leaned toward car dude, opening her legs a little in a tease. He choked. She turned back to me and smiled, like she knew my thoughts. Like she liked me. She winked and shivers ran through me as her eyes stayed.

But then main man spoke and her eyes seemed to push me toward him, like she was passing me on, with a smile. My eyes landed in his middle, submissively. By the angle of his dark glasses, he was looking at me, directly. Waves of energy hit me. Obediently, my eyes moved to his, and the dark glasses captured all my attention. I'm not sure what was happening, but wow did I feel it. I had to continue looking at the glasses and I relaxed my legs some. My mouth opened in awe as I leaned back. It felt so good I couldn't stop. I was stunned.

And then after a minute of numbing pleasure I could think. Like a reflex, I sat back and crossed my legs. I took in a breath and shifted to look at a painting. And I thought about their conversation, on some mundane technicality. The heat was going down. I seemed to be back in control.

As normality continued I wondered, should I try it again? It had felt so good; delight was an eye movement away. My smile was returning. I leaned forward and uncrossed my legs while staring at the painting. The heat began again, and it seemed to come from main man. I was feeling good, so I moved my eyes and looked into his. And slowly on his face grew this warm smile. He looked happy, watching me, looking at me. Into my eyes, I think. I smiled more and leaned forward toward him, into the heat. His smile grew warmer and deeper and I basked in the heat.

After a minute main man leaned back and spoke, turning to look around the group. I watched him and listened in an abstract way. He was again relishing in the banter, and again he said just the right words to keep it aloft. And then he looked at me and asked me a direct question, bringing me back into the conversation.

"What do you think of media today, Sarah? Is it living up to its promise?"

"500 channels of garbage sandwiched between promotion is not promise. A few original works slip through accidentally, and those I enjoy. But for the most part, its a wasteland," I said.

And then car dude broke in, with the list of new releases he had seen, not responding to my point.

"All special effects and suspense; no character nor depth," I countered with an edge.

Main main responded. "We too miss character and depth. Today's producers are so caught up in the technology of suspense and realistic fantasy that they forgot the purpose of art, to abstract beyond immediate reality. To find something more humane than our rather mundane existence."

"Wow, yes, that is the problem!" I said.

"It is easy to see against the background of recent centuries of art — the need to go beyond obvious reality, to tap the mysteries hidden within," said main man.

"You have a rather timeless view." I couldn't resist.

"Why yes," main man said with a smile.

Then he went on. "So, we are struck by the overall weakness of today's offerings. And we are puzzled by the fact that they endure. And more generally, we are fascinated by the difference between what people would really want to see, and what people feed themselves via their home media.

"Do you think that people often settle for the mediocre simply because it is easy?"

"Sadly," I said.

"Do you think, Sarah, that people would be adventuresome with media if it was possible?"

"Sure."

"Would you be adventuresome with media if it was possible?" he asked.

Piqued, I spoke quickly, "I'd love to be. Hey, I watch public access just to see something new!"

Main man smiled, and then he spoke carefully, with some hesitation. "My friends, I realize that the night has been unpredictable and difficult for you. But if you might still be curious, and adventuresome, we have a rather different type of media room that we are, well, experimenting with. We have received some very positive reviews from people who have experienced it. You certainly can contemplate our offer and decide that it does not suite you. But if you would be so inclined, we would like to invite you to explore." He looked at me inquisitively.

"Yes," I said immediately as I jumped to the edge of my seat. But as I moved I saw car dude looking back in askance. I felt like a wild child.

"I mean, I assume, it is safe, isn't it?" I asked. (As if vampires would tell me!)

"Oh yes, it is safe, or at least it is as safe as your own mind. For a good part, it is driven by your mind, together with cultural weights," main man said with a slight smile. "It is personal, private, and oriented toward pleasure."

"I'll try it!"

"Then, while I dislike being abrupt, I do suggest that there is no time like the present. We will go to the first doors down the hallway."

And so we got up and started our procession into a dark wooden hallway. It was quiet, but my heart was beating loudly. At the back car dude fell in with thin woman and she was talking with him. Images of blood splashing on my dress flashed through my mind, but otherwise the walk continued peacefully. We arrived at the doors and main man spoke.

"We have two rooms actually, almost identical. I believe that the two of you would maximize your enjoyment if you explored separately."

He opened a door next to me.

"Sarah, I apologize for the equipment, which may an intimidating effect. For certain people mechanisms such of these are facilitative. However, you seem to be of strong mind, and I would expect you to be prepared to explore entirely on your own, without equipment. At least initially."

That was an interesting statement. "Ok," I said, as I turned into the room.

The stoney horror theme was played out in style! The slate floor was a lovely darkness, and it would be easy to mop, making for quick cleanup after the slasherfest. Indeed, the floor subtly sloped into a central drain! On the far right wall were chains and torture equipment; shinny metal set in fine wood. And on a table was some kind of elaborate hair net, full of wires and, apparently, electrodes. Brain waves?! Against the wall was a fold-out bed in closed position. On the other side was an array of dark computer equipment. Large ventilation panels ran along both walls; it must get hot and smokey in here, although at this moment the air smelled quite nice, possibly from the small pots of live herbs.

On the far wall was a huge dark screen, with a single stool five feet in front. I didn't detect any old splatters. At the back of the room, near me, was a large comfy couch. No weapons were visible but my ease was gone.

"I see that this is imposing for you. I'm sorry; we try to be ready for a variety of tastes. You will be able to relax, however. I'm leaving you here, safe and completely private. Please lock the door from inside, and know that you are completely safe and alone. Explore at your own pace. When you feel comfortable, simply peer into the screen and think about images that please you. Scenes will appear on the screen and evolve, driven by your own appetites and wishes, as well as a quasi-random background component. No persons will ever see what you experience. I do hope you will try it, but regardless, you are free leave at any time. Simply unlock the door and exit. Do you have any questions?"

"No, I think I'm ok."

"Enjoy."

He smiled and closed the door softly and I was surrounded by a soft near darkness. I did feel alone, and slightly cold. I set the dead bolt and laughed at the situation. How incredible! Then I took a seat on the couch and put my legs up on it. Something told me they wouldn't mind a little shoe dust. I closed my eyes and simply breathed.

I looked close at the walls and there were no splatters or stains. It was quiet in the room. The air felt really fresh and good. And I was starting to relax. I think I even felt safe. I turned my head to look across at the screen and thought about a warm sunset.

And amazingly, fuzzy warm beach light filled the screen. I knew it, instantly. Even the air seemed to warm. And then the screen gradually took form — a lovely natural beach. I started to smile, and the sun and water continued to shimmer. I sat up and turned to the screen; I could feel a warm, balmy breeze coming from one of those big vents. I appreciated the scene, and the blue sky, and the lovely waves. Was this on the screen, or was this in my mind?

I went with it. And then I noticed to the side, a dude, a surfer guy, sleeping in a lounge chair. What a nice composition. And he looked happy, and relaxed, and good. The scene panned and he was in the center. He had a handsome face, a nice colorful bathing suit, and a lovely bare chest. Yes, I did like him. He looked peaceful, like he was sleeping.

And then a lovely woman walked in, slowly, quietly, in a hot bikini. She tiptoed around to his far side, and then quietly sat down on the ground next to him. She looked him over with a smile. I could feel heat.

She examined him from head to toe. Then she focused on his bathing suit, and still quietly, she moved her hand to just above his knee. Something made me notice his privates — they had size. She moved her hand along his leg up to his thigh. Size increased. Wow, this was making me hot.

And then slowly, gently as he lay peacefully, she moved her hand up. Wow, it was like she was touching me. She started stroking, slowly. The shape got stiff, and with deliberate slowness she straightened it out. Youw, this is exciting! I edged forward. The feeling is so strong like gravity pulling me in.

I closed my eyes and shook my head. I think I was startled a little. The screen went blank and that heat exploding within me leveled off. Some.

I turned to the screen. I caught my breath. I looked around the room and it was still the same. I want to try it again!

I took a deep breath and sauntered toward the stool, feeling leggy in my dress. I stood by the stool. The screen is clean and white. I'm in a museum, and nice white museum with neat art on the walls. Colorful, alive, I'm walking through it. I'm on the balcony, looking off. I'm looking across the museum to the large paintings across the way. There's people below and they are looking at me. The balcony wall is glass. I close my eyes and my bare legs feel very warm. Wow. I sway.

I think of them and the point of view shifts to theirs. I see the young woman on the balcony, dressed in a hot minidress, just a little white privacy visible. Her eyes are closed and she's looking happy. And to each of my sides, there's guys who are happy. They're nice guys and they are looking up. The woman turns around slowly; they like that view too. And then she turns back, so innocently. The guys are putting their hands in their pants. They are really turned on. Their hands are moving. And I'm turned on. My hands are down there. Wow, we're all turned on, she's making us feel so hot. Wow am I hot! Ahhhh.

I closed me eyes again. I didn't come did I? This room works! I think I'll leave before something happens, I'm a little embarrassed, I guess the room works. I'm catching my breath. This is some room.

As I stumbled for the door I decided I might as well feel the way I felt -- it was better than feeling embarrassed, and I did feel great. I opened the door and sauntered down the hall and was surprised to see everyone gone except main man. Was it feeding time?

He was smiling in a friendly way and said, "I gather that you found the room non-threatening?"

I laughed. "Non."

"Well please have a seat. Rest a while. I think we will summon your friend soon."

I felt a bit relieved and sat down. I lay back and closed my eyes. The rest felt nice.

After a minute, skinny legs came in with car dude. He was looking sheepish. Do I have to wonder what his room looked like?!

Legs said, "Well, you have both survived. Do you like our media?"

"Yes," we said in unison.

"That's very good. Now, however, how about something more... live? A game?"

"Ok." Car dud looked enthralled.

"We like to play for favor. Please, come this way."

Legs called the other dudes and car dude turned. There was some embarrassment on his face, and I realized he had quite missile in there. A ping of envy went through me as he moved on. But then legs was smiling at me.

I got up a little clumsily and started walking. I realized the slate floor felt good, and some of that feeling from bounding up the rocks returned. It sounded like everyone else followed but I wasn't looking back.

We walked past the media rooms, continuing down the long hallway, up a narrow stairs (that was fun!), up to the "game room ahead," according to legs.

Subtle light revealed a room of wall to wall dark elegance. But the room was unusual. It was almost empty — a large floor, with a large low circle of wood in the middle, I guess this was a "table," several inches off the floor. It was surrounded by a ring of soft leather floor covering. The soft leather must be a sitting area, and it was surrounded by thick dark carpeting. The only other furniture was on the outside, against the walls — cabinets and bookshelves with sculptures and a plate of weird fruit, and more tasteful dark art behind.

I stood as they filed in, not sure where to sit. Legs took her position first, sort of across from me. Then she just squatted nimbly, folding each of her limber legs to its side, revealing all of her satin-covered treasure. It commanded the floor! Car dude almost fell over. I stepped back. The others seemed to smile. Legs looked relaxed and happy. Car dude, pants bulging, sat dutifully next to her. His long limbs did look good, all five of them. He was embarrassed and enthralled. And yes, his package was good sized.

Full woman sat at my near right, in a form of power and grace, legs folded elegantly together to one side, revealing a lovely triangle. The two guys then sat comfortably on my left, and main man again directly across from me.

Suddenly I realized I was the only one standing. And they were looking at me. They seemed to like my legs but my autobrain said "sit down!" and I tried to do so quickly. But I was clumsy, lost my balance, and fell back, legs in the air. Total demurity was now out of the question! I tried to continue moving by rolling back forward leg out front, and then I let out a good laugh. Full woman was smiling, and I looked only at her, out of embarrassment. I took my right shoe off, she just kept smiling. I tossed my second shoe and started to move to my knees. She had seen all of me, and she was still smiling. And then, with this strange feeling of passing from her to main man, I smiled and rotated forward. I felt Main Man's possession and my blood started surging to high again. He seemed to be watching everyone, yet it felt like he was connected to me. My treasures, in his full view, were humming.

"Favor poker?" said legs as she held the cards in front of her panties. I looked around at everyone smiling and car dude drooling, and I then looked down to notice the subtle shape of leg's perfect wrapping. You could see the lips. Her slender legs were perfectly folded. She seemed to pulsate at a subthreshold rate with confidence. "I"m here!" she seemed to say, in a happy, friendly way. I liked the way my energy seemed to echo hers.

The cards were dealt and there was some suspense as the game played out. What would happen? It was quiet, and then it happened. Car dude lost, with an amazingly low hand. And legs won. He blushed at her. She turned to look at him for seconds and then moved to be over him, kissing him as she quickly lay him back, flat across the floor. The kissing got busier and then I saw her hand move down. It worked him. And then, in a magic flash like the pounce of a cat, legs flipped orientation, landing her head above his bulge and her panties just above his mouth. I gasped. She put her hands on his knees and then slowly moved her hands up his legs as her mouth landed. Then her panties lowered and swayed but I couldn't see his response. Her mouth kissed and kissed while her hands stroked his thighs and continued to move up. Upon arrival her hands massaged him and within what seemed like a minute, I heard his quick sigh. She gasped lightly, like she was surprised, and with another sudden flash she flipped back to his top and landed perfectly on his neck. She was a vampire! And he was her slurpy. His head laid back, his mouth wide open, in her control. I had to steady myself with my hand; wow, I was surprised at how stirring this was. I almost felt like she was drinking me. But after what must have been a quick drink, legs sat back and then demounted. Car dude looked stunned, but happy. Fluid was making his pants moist. I looked to Legs and she looked at me and licked her lips. I jerked for some reason. She was still hungry. It seemed like her fine thin fingers were lightly stroking me.

The cards were dealt and played, and the second game was lost, again by car dude and again with a barren hand. How could this happen? I was pissed. Did he want to be drained? Legs nodded to him and lay back. He got the idea this time and landed on her panties, tongue first, and worked from there. It looked like it was positive for her though her expressions were subtle. I realized there was good music to listen to. Then legs sighed, and tapped his head. He smiled sheepishly as he sat back.

The cards were shuffled and dealt again and guess who lost again! Low cards again for car dude, amazingly low. Why did this seem selfish? And legs was high again! Car dude smiled sheepishly and she moved on top of him, kissing him as she resumed her stroking. He was starting to enjoy it and something was growing. Then she pulled the straight axis out of his pants, and she firmed it and then moved onto it, and moved up and down it with grace. I'd never seen such skillful mechanics. She moved slowly, and then gradually faster and faster. His mouth was open again and he was about to explode. Then she slowed down and leaned over him. Her hips came down on him hard, and again, and again, and then he exploded, as her fangs went in. She had timed it perfectly. She pumped quickly while she drank, like she was squeezing milk from a cow. This might be sweet milk, sweetened by the flow of chemicals through the blood. Then she sat up as he lay limp. She turned to me and looked more pleased, as she licked drips of blood off her lips. I felt her again. Something was happening within me. And I realized my legs and mouth were wide open. "Wow," I thought as I sat there, soaking it in. I didn't mind.




Sex Tales for the New Millennium Ch. 01



They shuffled and dealt more cards. Car Dude was in a daze and ignored his.

As I sorted my hand I realized the strategy. And the realization set my entire body aflame. I picked out my matching face cards. And then I returned them to the pile, leaving three random small ones in my hand. I moved my legs straight out, diagonally, to a more passive position. They pointed at legs, and I felt admiration and submission toward her. She glanced my way and smiled. I felt like I looked good to Main Man. I waited for the next set of cards. I picked them up and to my passive delight, they were all low, with no repeats. When it was time, I lay down my hand slowly. I was powerless. I lost.

Dude 1 had the high hand. His eyes figured it out and he smiled at me. I was excited, but I remained still. The best I could do was turn slightly toward him and raise the far knee a bit off the floor.

The dude came over and kissed me gently and slowly laid me back on my back. He whispered in my ear, "You are very beautiful," and then he started to slowly run his fingers up my calfs, caressing the ready muscles. I closed my eyes. Slowly, his fingers worked up the leg. I was tense and my energy was rising. He leaned over and continued his whisper, as his fingers continued upward. My thighs felt divine. At my panties I sighed with pleasure and amazement and I hope there was no obvious spray. I felt the heat of his body close to me. But then the fingers let up. His heat moved even closer to me, but not touching me. He whispered again, "You are very beautiful." Then he kissed me softly all over my face. And then my neck. It felt so nice. My neck felt soft and vulnerable, but lovely. Then his whispered again. "I going to do something nice to you, but perhaps a little different. Is that ok?"

"Yes," I barely let out. I was so excited, and I felt trusting. I was ready to give myself up to penetration. I tilted my head back to expose my neck. I took a deep breath. But I felt his warmth move down, past my neck and then away from me. For a moment I was alone but exposed, an erotic dessert. I was so turned on.

And then something returned. Something strange, and wonderful. It started at my feet. Slowly, this wonderful feeling started! It seemed that the dude was holding something over them, and moving gradually up. But I wasn't touched. My lower legs felt it, and then my thighs. They felt so warm. Then it slowed, as it approached my sensitive areas. Dude whispered softly and sweetly, "So beautiful." And it seemed that something, somehow, was taking my energy and reflecting it and magnifying it. "So so beautiful." I felt it through my panties, and the short bottom of my skirt. The parts started to move up and down, slowly, in mild ecstasy. They felt so beautiful. And it continued to move up slowly, over my tummy, and it felt so warm. Now most of my body was moving, in waves. Then it approached my nipples, and they came alive, filling with blood and joining the wave. My entire body was feeling wonderful. And then my neck, and then my face. Wow! And then, amazingly, it was like I felt my brain, so wonderful. I've had a buzz before, but never like this! And then in an wonderful instant I realized something was happening — it was familiar. It was like I was feeling my self, my best feelings when I indulged myself alone. And as I went with it, it built into long wonderful, convulsions. Waves echoed through my being.

And then, slowly, it went away. The wave slowed. I felt great, and wet, and so relaxed. I slipped into dark warmth.

It could have been one hand later or maybe a few when I awoke through a pleasant fog. Everything felt good. I was hearing full woman's moans of pleasure. They were deep and went on and on, deeper and deeper. Dude 2 had his head between her legs, finishing her off. Those dudes were skillful! I was still prone on the floor and lifted my head to see her wonderful finish. They smiled at me. I said "wow" after full finished. Main man said "beautiful." He was looking at me. I was laying, pointing generally in his direction, and I bent my further leg slightly up. As soon as I had seen him, that energy from him started warming me again. And it went up another jump when I bent my leg a little more. And we were all warm from Full's glow. Full looked so elegant and something about her climax, its dignified beauty, made me feel beautiful too.

I raised myself and sat on my legs again; my eagerness was returning. "Excuse me, but what was that?" I asked. I felt like I had just woken up, and I didn't realize how stupid my question could have sounded until I heard my words.

But they understood and smiled. Dude 1 pointed to the pile of strange colorful large fruits on the bureau. "It was the silvery-purple one, on top." The texture was sort of like a cauliflower and it formed a lovely appendage. "Think of it as an organic mirror; vibrations on a psychic wavelength. But magnification wasn't necessary; I had to move it back!"

They chuckled in a friendly way. I decided to keep quiet.

I took in my next hand. I was getting good. I effortlessly weeded out an Ace and one of my two eights with a look of despair. Immediately my temperature shot up. I got more cards and it was difficult not to sway. I laid down my low hand and looked around. I lost, and I said "ohhh" with perfect mockery, as waves of energy were going through me. And then more waves went through as main man tossed out his hand, one by one. The last card landed just inside my knee, an ace facing me. He had me. "Ohhh," I said again, as I felt the significance pulse through me. The power of his rays intensified. I moved my legs out so I could sit, both legs straight out, and I closed my eyes. I was ready. All were still, knowing what was to come.

Main man moved very slowly toward me and it felt like he was staring the entire way. Though my eyes were closed the energy was hitting me like a pulsing cannon. The tension was so intense, I wiggled slightly and wished I could come. I just felt so hot and had a slight shake.

He caressed my feet first, and my attention went down there. Never had they felt so good. He moved up slowly, making every inch of my legs feel special. I started gasping when he hit my thighs and I had some kind of climax when he touched the edge of my panties. I continued on the plateau as he gently lifted my dress and continued slowly kissed up my front, taking time to bite my nipples through the bra and then work his tongue under it for more. His tongue moved up my neck and to my mouth. He entered it, and I was his, a receptive body of pleasure with the singular destiny of more. His kiss continued to fill my mind as I barely felt my dress pulled up my body. Then his kisses moved to my neck as the dress came off. And then back to my mouth, his tongue filled me again and again as the bra secretly popped open. And then the panties slipped off. He stood back for a moment and all could see my naked ready body. Waves of their pleasure went through it. I think there was warm liquid. And then he dove into me, slowly, large, and amazing. I was filled with him, and then again, and again. I wanted to come immediately but it just kept happening, building. I couldn't believe it, I wanted to burst. But it kept up, filling me, and filling me. I saw his dark glasses then finally I did burst in his powers. Every inch of my skin was tingling as his head came down and fangs entered my neck. I fell into the most intense pleasure I'd ever known. Every cell of my body circulated in pleasure with his. It went on and on. I closed my eyes and floated off in a sea of perfect darkness.





Sex Tales for the New Millennium Ch. 02







Sex Tales for the New Millennium Ch. 03



Sex Tales for the New Millennium

the

'sexual revolution'

was a wrongly named glimmer

of the quiet next phase of humane evolution

that is only just beginning...

(Sarah Ch. 3)

My visits to Main Man had this deep, validating effect, and I was experiencing all sorts of nice repercussions as a result. I saw myself with more appreciation, and when I was nice to myself, I felt freer and even more alive. And now I can look at myself with a little more forgiveness, even a chuckle. When I first said I was "pretty much" a virgin, I was discounting an episode about six months ago. It was good for me, and it had its moments. 

Candy was one of those buxom popular high-bred girls I hardly knew in high school. She surprised me by bumping into me between clothing racks at the big mall. She never seemed to notice but this day she was soo nice. 

"Sarah, you look so good! Wow, you've really kept yourself up. How are you doing?"

"Not bad Candy, how are you?"

Then she continued with small talk and we were actually hitting it off. She moved close and put her arm around me as we laughed together over an irony. She teased me and pinched my rear. I was surprised, and the pinch had an interesting controlled nature that turned me on. But I was also wondering why she was doing this. I had never been part of the "in" crowd, and nothing had happened to change my status. And she always appeared very hetero, like the rest of her crowd. Whatever. The attention was making me warm. 

Then she told about her friends that had moved away. "I'm getting lonely." Her mouth looked sad. "How would you like to stop by some day Sarah? We could hang out and sun by the pool."

"That could be fun." 

"What are you doing on like Monday holiday? My house will be so empty" as she added puppy dog eyes to her expression. 

My calendar was blank and I said "yes."

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After debating over what suit to bring and not wanting to be showy (and not having much to show) I put on my one-piece. But then I pulled on the short coverup I had later found cheap at the mall, to give it a little balance. I drove over there with the music blaring, my small car flanked by big monsters that occasionally honked. But soon the yards got bigger and more suburban, I heard only my music, and then I pulled into her driveway. 

Candy greeted me at the door in a coverup that was perfectly tailored around her curvaceous body, showing it off with perfect tightness. Great music was shaking her house, and she moved with a well-tailored rock-star confidence. We walked to her lovely open kitchen and she got me a drink. As I was sipping she pulled up my coverup and suddenly I was more exposed. 

"Uhhh, are we going to church? Let's see if we can find something better." She tossed the coverup and put her finger under the front of my leg opening, and then started pulling me. She took me through her fancy house and up to her bedroom. Her finger made little sparks fly at the top of my thigh and the friction got stronger on the stairs. As we reached the top I was so excited a tiny "yelp" came out. Then I laughed and she did too. 

She said, "come here!" and moved her hand to under my ass and pushed me into her large gorgeous room, and up onto a dressing platform. She pulled down my suit and checked me out. I tried not to show my mild turn on as when she bent down and looked close — her head was right in front of my tender parts. I hoped I wasn't misting. Then she put her hand right there and said "what a hump!" Electricity sparked and I gasped. She looked up and smiled deep into me. She squeezed it and then walked to the closet as I was left to quake. She looked quickly and grabbed some white straps that may be a bottom. She danced toward me and pulled them up. That was nice. And she pulled and pulled as she continued to dance. This was making me real hot again and I sort of had to join in. And I got hotter as I continued. I felt like I could climax any moment, and I realized I was breathing heavy.

She stopped with a smile and looked at me while I realized my mouth was still open. I was embarrassed. Candy grabbed the front of the thong and pulled me close to give me a quick kiss on my breast. 

"Half done" she said as she held me close by her handle. I couldn't argue. Then she pulled me off the platform to follow her, with the strap cutting a swath of excitement. As we walked her knuckles were playing with me. I was hers and about to burst with every step as her pressure danced against my front. She took me to the next room, which must have been her sister's. 

"We'll have to find a top here" she said with just a touch of condescension. She let go and I caught my breath while she pulled out a skimpy matching white top. She pulled it around me and I felt like a skin-covered present wrapped with ribbons. Candy fussed with the top and then the bottom again and waves of pleasure shot through my body. 

"Ready to sunbathe?" 

"Yeah!" I said. I grabbed my coverup on the way, thinking I might need it. 

We went out to the pool where the music was continuing via outdoor speakers. Candy grabbed the coverup out of my hand and tossed it. 

"Have a seat, Sarah," she said, and I did.

And then she pulled off her cover just in front of me with more of her star-elegance. I was humbled by her body. Her deep blue and white lycra bottom just covered things while the matching top cradled large firm boobs seemed to stand straight out. This was what stacked was! Her skin was young and perfect, her legs thin and nice. No wonder she was popular. Sexuality screamed out and it turned me on just to watch her.

She laid down on her cot and so I laid on mine with my rear kissing the sun. There was a lot of exposure!

We talked about music, shared school tales, and talked about what people from school were doing. She complimented me again for the way I took care of my body. 

Then she stared into my eyes and asked quietly, "Sarah, have you lost your virginity yet?"

I gulped with embarrassment. "Well, not yet. I just don't see many interesting dudes in my everyday life. But I'm ready if the right neat guy came along." 

Candy nodded. "I understand. I've been saving mine too, saving myself for Mr. Right. I haven't meet him either but I'm sure I'll find him soon."

I was a bit surprised but she said it with such conviction. Out of the bottom of my eye I saw her ass shake slowly with anticipation. It was so sexy I felt like she was seducing me. My rear shook in an echo of hers and I felt her smile. 

Then she pulled out a number and we had a few puffs. The music was really good. I turned away from her and laid down to focus on the pleasant buzz. I felt good, and I was really starting to relax. I was on my side and my legs were somewhat bent. The music had a soothing beat and the sun was warming the top of my body. 

And then Candy reached over and softly put her fingers on my rear. She started stroking, lightly. My ass couldn't help but to move a little and her fingers explored it. She was so hot and I was feeling it too. Slowly she moved up my back, and then she made a suggestion.

"Why don't we remove your top?", and she went right to it. "Don't want tan lines," she explained, massaging where the edges had been. Then she played with my ass some more and made it really move. Then she stopped for a minute and stared at me. 

"Sarah, why don't you turn over, to warm your face?"

I did, exposing my breasts to the sun. She reach back over and touched my tummy lightly. Then she moved down to my legs — my thighs. I couldn't help but move. Then she explored between my legs, ever so lightly. Then she moved up to brush my breasts and nipples. Wow, they never felt so hard. Every touch caused me to move in a new way. I felt like my body was glowing and about to explode. I felt like merchandise that she knew how to display. 

Just then we heard the gate shake and feet landing. I sat up with a start, saying "What's that?"

The gate opened and I was facing two dudes staring right at me. 

"Wow" I said, helplessly as I realized I was pretty much naked state. 

"Chris and Scott" said Candy. "Come in!" 

They were smiling and started moving while fixating on my breasts. I froze for seconds and couldn't move. As they got closer I finally moved my hands to provide some cover. The boys kept coming, both continuing to check me out. My breasts were covered but just barely, and my privates were highlighted with the ribbon. And I was still so hot. 

And the boys were cute, probably college dudes, looking laid back and rich. Not bad at all. As they continued to check me out I started to worry that Candy would be jealous. 

"Cool, how are you lovely ladies doing?" They walked past us to sit on the cots across from where our heads had been. 

"Oh we're doing just fine," said Candy with a soothing voice. "This is my friend, Sarah. We were in high school together. Isn't she looking good?!"

"Yeah", they smiled in unison.

I carefully laid down on my tummy and elbows, looking up to face them. 

"I'll get you two a drink. Make Sarah feel at home," And Candy walked away. Wow could she walk! For some reason watching her walk made my ass move, just a little.

They started pleasant conversion and Chris started to show off his new gear, the latest phone pod. I put my head up a little to see better, and they talked about the gizmo like it was some kind of revelation. They were so attentive and pleasant I leaned up just a bit more. My ass moved a little for balance. 

When Candy came out she handed them a beer and Chris moved to right by my side, with me between him and Candy. Conversation continued and I spaced out a bit. Then a hand landed on my leg, and moved up to my ass, just a bit heavy, with authority. Without meaning it, I let out a revealing sighs. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Chris's other arm move, and then realized my top was gone. It was in his hands. I didn't mind. Inside me, pressures were building.

They must have been thirsty, downing the good beers Candy brought fairly quickly. 

Candy said, "Sarah, would you be so kind as to get these guys another beer?" 

I had to walk?! I took a deep breath and got up quickly the back way, so my back faced everyone. Chris's hand managed to say a gentle goodbye. Their heads turned to follow my ass. I went into the house and turned into the kitchen. But the walls were glass and my near-naked profile was becoming fully visible in the well lit kitchen. I started to stumble but managed to skip out of it as I walked into their stares. I turned my back to them again to open the refrigerator. The beer was up high in the high-class fridge and I stood on my tiptoes to read the labels, swaying just a bit for entertainment. I looked carefully and picked good ones, opened them, and put them on the tray I saw. Then I put the tray up on my hand like a skilled waitress. I took a gulp and turned around and walked toward them. I did well, not stumbling a bit. 

They enjoyed the show and I heard complements in low tones. They took the brews graciously. Their polite thanks made me feel welcome. I sat up where my feet had been, making a circle so we could all face each other. I was smiling and my breasts were too; it seemed silly to hide them up anymore. 

Then they asked me to get an ashtray and again the stares followed me each way accompanied by nice low tones. Wow, I was getting smooth. They lit one up and I had tiny hits to be polite. It did taste good. Conversation and music continued. I was feeling good, even relaxed. Then they got up and Chris started whispering in Candy's ear. They talked briefly and secretly and then the boys went inside. It must have been potty time. 

After the door closed behind them Candy took a breath and leaned over to speak. What was she going to say? Was I being too competitive? 

Candy moved over to my cot and put her mouth next to my ear. She put a hand on my leg. "Sarah, Chris and Scott are having a problem. They say that you are so hot, they are about to explode."

I actually felt a bit relieved and accidentally let my body show it. Candy remained with her mouth at my ear and moved her hand a bit up my leg. I just looked straight ahead at the gate. 

I said, "but you are pledged to be a virgin," reinforcing the assumptions that she was top dog and the object of their affection. Candy was quiet and I was moist. With her face still close to me, I leaned back to see her while building up my look of empathy. She was looking at me, intently. I felt the power of her expression. The "ball" was in my court. How should I put it? I said, "Well, what could I do?" "Should I give them head?" I said awkwardly. 

Candy said "no," she didn't think that was what they wanted. She moved close to my ear and moved her fingers up against my strap. She pressed and whispered. "I think they want to fuck you." 

I felt a wave of heat go though me and it seemed like her finger moved; I couldn't stop the slight convulsion. Candy surprised me by turning closer and slowly but aggressively put her tongue in my mouth and her finger deeper in. She was inside me. As she slowly pushed me back I thought, "I would do this for Candy." My back was flat on the cot, and her finger seemed to be poised on all my buttons.

Then Candy stepped over me and slowly swayed her ass. I felt the waves through the air and through her finger. She was so hot. Then I heard steps walking towards us and when they said "we're back" Candy and I responded in unison with "hello." 

I closed my eyes and Candy stepped back over me to return to her seat. They took seats and conversation started between them, but I was just listening to the music and feeling the warm sun on my front. I also felt stares, which were keeping my body feeling good, and I was swaying with the music, subtly. The music was good. Then Chris's hand settled on my leg. With authority. It stayed there for a minute, generating new sparks. Then, slowly, he moved his fingers up my thigh, still in control. Then he moved his hand around, still slowly, and felt just under my ass, all in time to the music. He started to explore it. It moved in response. All felt in place. And after a bit I was making quiet gasps and he kept working it, dancing in and out of the sensitive interior. My ass was sort of dancing. Then he moved his hand slowly around to the top, as I gasped more loudly. He moved down my middle and massaged the central areas gently and it felt great. He had it moving up and down. He continued stroking me through the suit, knowing just where to press. Then he slipped under in an erotic millisecond. 

"Wow" said someone, softly. Then after an intense interlude his strokes moved up, across my tummy and breasts. I felt so beautiful. And then he moved to my neck and head. Never had they felt so erogenous. His fingers moved to my lips and then his tongue entered my mouth, slowly thrusting deep. His long kiss was filling me so intensely I barely felt the thong come off. I felt him enter me slowly. It felt good, and he quickly speeded up. He came within a minute or two. I lay in pleasure. 

Then Scott got on top; his kisses covered my face and neck and breasts, and then he started thrusting into me. Within minutes he came. I lay there reverberating, feeling good, but not totally satisfied. 

Candy demanded another one. I heard her suck and then she gave me a shotgun. I lay there naked and prone, absorbing it all in an agitated erotic state. I wanted more. Candy quickly gave me another and then passed it off. And then she started stroking me, starting on my calfs and then up my thighs. I quickly got over embarrassment and let myself move to her authoritative touch. Her ever higher strokes started me moving more and more. She could do whatever she wanted with me. And she knew what to do. As she moved to my sensitive parts, the movements slowly turned into convulsions. Then I felt the phallus object enter me. Her arm moved back and forth slightly, and then more and more in ever longer strokes.

Then my pleasure started to explode. The phallus was pumping me and I was moving and gasping and I wanted to explode. 

And then Candy declared, "Our sacrificial virgin. You were so sweet, so 'selfless,' taking it for me." Power emanated from her arm, I was helpless, and exposed, and exploding. 

She continued with more powerful thrusts, "but we know what you really want. You want to be noticed, you want to be fucked. Over and over." 

Wow, "yes!" I thought silently as energy reverberated through my being. 

"Over, and over," she echoed as my energy rose and rose without relief. 

And then she said, "And, you need to know — you need to know, I've been fucking them for years" and immediately the explosion started, an erotic mixture of pleasure, of my depravity exposed, of being used. And I just kept going as she repeated "fucking them for years" in rhythm with her arm. I came more and more as I saw Candy's image turned from a classy virgin to a sophisticated sex vixen, her sexy hands controlling me. After minutes of "fucking them for years" I couldn't take any more and let out a final minute of violent convulsions and sobs. 

I stopped slowly. Feelings of exposure and dirt dripped off me like beads of sweat. When I was finally still I lay there in my puddle for wonderful minutes. I turned over. She had let go of the instrument but left it in me, and I fell into an erotic rest, my ass a bit up in the air. Laying there left me turned on. They used me and it felt good. Their conversation started with pleasantness and provided a nice background for my continuing erotic vibrations. 

After a while one of them reached between my legs to pull the phallus out slowly and started to tease my butt with it. I felt a little sensitive and I wasn't ready for anything more. I pulled up a towel and covered myself. They went back to attending to each other, and within a few minutes they were at it. They pumped a lot, although I didn't hear anything approaching my ecstasy. 

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I got up sometime later, feeling nicely relaxed but a just a bit dirty. They were laying down looking satiated. I found my coverup and pulled it on. I made brief nice small talk and then thanked them for a good time and excused myself. They were tired and out of it but gracious. Candy said I performed wonderfully, but then they made a joke about my drama. 

The bit of hurt was draining through my consciousness as I said my final "goodbye." 

It felt good to get in my car, my space. I enjoyed the quiet for a minute. As I started the car up and drove I realized my body felt good, especially my well used commando pussy. I turned up the music and it moved with it. I thought the gamey part of the day was a bit cheap but I did get something nice from them. And they did stop when I said "no." 

I got on the highway, and as I drove over the hill, I saw that billboard — the image that always captured my attention. Although I knew it was a device, the image did something to me. It made me look, and want to go to the store to buy its promise of beauty. But now I felt different. The model seemed so unreal, the image so...constructed. There probably was nothing behind it but sweat and acting. My secure spot in my little car felt so much better. The beauty was in me, not out there. 

As I drove on, an idea for a dress was coming into my mind. I could design it, with lines just right for me, and I could make it, skillfully. A silver wool tunic over a tighter cotton wrapper. It would be short and sassy, downright smart-alecky. I moved with my music.



Sex Tales for the New Millennium Ch. 04



Sex Tales for the New Millennium the 'sexual revolution' was a wrongly named glimmer of the quiet next phase of humane evolution that is only just beginning...

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Laying in my hand is the card she gave me. Saturday night at my favorite neighborhood bar, almost time to leave. The dancing had been great, the floor merging into an intense swirl of energy. I noticed a woman who appeared near me, and watched her a bit. She was good. And then she approached me, sexy, and alive. The conversation was sharp and fun. And she knew my name, "Mike;" I can still hear her. We exchanged banter, then she complimented me, then she made her come-on: She stared in my eyes as she pushed the card into my hand. "Mike, come to this address the next business day you can manage, ready for a much better job. Be rested and wear something snug." Then she pinched my ass, smiled, and disappeared. She wasn't going to take me home.

But the brief encounter did stir something. And the downtown address was too expensive to be fly by night.

The offer was interesting. My current job was taking the life out me. It had been even more exhausting trying to make a living on my own. But working for them wasn't much better. At least I could change "thems". And I could take off a day or two.

I went to bed early the next night and in the morning was cleaned and dressed and ready for adventure. The stirring returned, but I packed myself in appropriate attire from deep in my closet, downed an espresso and toast, and started my journey.

The building was tall and nondescript cement and the elevator was more of the same — hard and grey mirrored but also shinny and clean. I was alone in the elevator but I didn't feel that way; the mirrors could hide video. When the door opened a receptionist was staring through glass doors, legs crossed and lovely. She had met my eyes and then when straight to my pants. I smiled as I noticed her tiny triangle, and felt helpless as I walked in.

She was very friendly; she smiled and said "I'm glad to see you dressed well. Nice outfit; you will fill it out so well!"

I said "this is a nice place" and looked around the lovely office. I was pretty sure the thin material would hold.

She put her hands on a big folder in a rather erotic way. "We've seen your graphic designs, Mike, and want you to do some for us. Here are some graphics for you to put together, as a part of a mutual try-out. Is that interesting to you?"

"Of course."

"We thought so," she smiled, "Selia will come to set you up. You might remember her."

I looked at the receptionist and she pushed me the bright folder. As I opened it and started to look it over she continued to look me over. Then the woman that must have been Selia approached. Her bright hot minidress screamed from the corners of my eye. I kept cool and continued to fixate the folder.

Selia said "Hello, I'm here to help you" as she put her hand on my ass.

I looked up and was struck by loveliness and familiarity. She was the dancer. The knot was solid and I did my best to give her a cool smile. She looked confident and happy, and had a little earpiece in one ear.

"Let me show you around," she said as she got in close behind me. "Ok?"

"Yes!"

And she pushed me into the stairwell and quickly.

"The let's go up!" she said as she started pushing (and probing) my ass. As we stepped slowly her fingers worked their way around and stretched to brush my testicles, and then worked back; pressure was great and I was starting to gasp.

"Just like I thought; lovely dancer muscles. You may well work out."

We reached the landing and she twisted me around to face her. Her eyes and face twinkled with slight delight, and she started to slowly push me back, slowly slamming my back against the landing wall. Her back hand dug in between my cakes. I smiled as she planted the finger of her other hand into my front thigh. It was a trigger point and the knot went to a new level of tight.

"I think you're thinking well of yourself. We like upward thinking men. I liked you when I saw the way you danced at the club, and I think we might work well together. As colleagues."

She continued to look deeply into my eyes, and then she moved in and put her tongue into my mouth, making me feel delicious. She continued to kiss me aggressively while her front finger moved up and down to undo the knot. I was almost sad as the last kink sprung to complete the line. But then she traced it with her hand. I gasped and wanted to say "I am yours."

In my mind I heard her voice; "No, you are ours. Let us fuck you and we will keep you very happy." Her tongue danced out and she backed up to fill my vision with her lively face.

We looked and smiled as I tried to say "I like the deal."

She smiled and then her hand in my rear started me back up the steps and out the door.

I emerged still catching my breath, to see a huge work space, colorful and populated with lovely people amongst work tables, lovely sofas, rich woods, sculptures, and plants. Gorgeous legs were poised under some of the desks, cleavage above. Was that panties? And who was the lovely in a minidress laying on the couch? Even the men were smartly dressed in colorful informals, arrayed on desktops, office chairs, and the surrounding upper balcony. They seemed to work in publishing.

As I was scanning the room, the room was scanning me. The happy eyes landing on my upright made it feel good. I stopped and continued to look around. I looked at the minidress on the couch, a nice dark green with lovely legs appearing out. A man on the balcony leaned towards her. Was he going to jump on her? Just then directly across the room the lovely brunet uncrossed her legs and leaned forward to look at me, revealing bright red panties framed by a dark miniskirt under the desk. Eager energy screamed out from her. I let out a small gasp. Then Selia restarted her exploration of my ass and inward attention competed with outward. I closed my eyes and started to subtly sway as Selia increased the intensity of her probing. I gasped some more.

Selia came round to plant her tongue in me, and then slowly leaned my back onto the top of an empty sofa, my backbone lying parallel along the top. Her back hand steadied me from below while she put a front hand on my cock. I raised my feet up to rest on the sofa top and closed my eyes to enjoy. She slowly traced around my missile, and then directly across the top, up and down deep. My ass started subtly dancing in response and she kept up the steady probing rythym. Everything was hitting me.

But just then, Selia slowed and I gasped to catch me breath. I rested on the sofatop, laying and looking up into her eyes, surrounded by the work space and balconies and high windows. The crowd made nice sounds. Selia gently stroked my head as I rested. She had stopped just in time. A drop or two might emerge, but no more.

Then Selia's used her hands to sit me up. "Let's get to work!" she said, and we resumed our walk.

As we walked by, the brunette leaned into me with a marvelous smile. Then balcony man skipped down the stairs through the corner of my eye to jump Greenie. I had to turn, and saw the start of a wild fuck.

Selia took me to a balcony office with a nice open view that continued up and down for at least three floors. She explained the graphics and it sounded like a fun challenge that I could do well. I thought I heard Greenie and her balcony guy climax.

Selia said, "Now, don't get attached to me. The boss will want to see you a little later. Have fun."

And then Selia left, swaying a beautiful ass.

Now private, I checked and there was a drop of wet on my front. A sofa at the side looked inviting and I slumped onto it and rested.

I rose just a bit later and got into my work. It was fun. I had to travel to different offices, and there was a well designed directory that told me where to go. Each trip got me going; there were lovely people all over, most busy with work but some busy with each other. I think a few people did notice the spot; they must have known what to look for. I decided it was a badge of honor.

As lunch approached I noticed that the directory listed a cafeteria, and I had worked up an appetite. I left to find a lovely cafeteria, smartly designed and stocked with wonderful food, all free. Other workers were slowly coming in, smiles on their faces. Did they know me? They seemed friendly and had mellow conversations between themselves as they ate. I finished lunch with a perfect tea and then hurried back to work. The relaxing lunch put new ideas in my head and I wanted to try them. I dove into work.

A bit later I took another supply trip, complete with swelling. I came back to find the loveliest miniskirt perched on my balcony. Sitting on a tall stool near the bar, she was mixing colors from the paint in my cupboard.

I said "Hello," and she turned towards me on the stool and smiled, lovely legs sideways to me. We kept smiling, and for some reason I sashayed to my right to approach her. Her face seemed to get hotter. I continued my approach slowly, put my hand on one of her crossed legs. I looked at her colors and said "fantastic".

She said "thank you" in a totally lovely voice. Then she reached down and traced around my knot with her finger. She said the good things she heard about me were true, but that I should save it, I'd need it later. I liked the implication, but there was something else unstated.

"Well, I guess I can save, but a man can still live for the present." I squatted down, right in front of her lovely skirt. I asked if I could spin her around.

I heard a long "Ohhhh" — "Ohhh, that should be ok."

So I spun her slowly, taking in her lovely air. And I stopped her, facing me directly. She uncrossed her legs. I enjoyed the show and then started kissing at her bare knee.

She was liking it. So I worked my hand up her leg. She was still liking it, so the fingers kept working up slowly. I reach the edge of cloth, and went under to search for moisture. She was really liking it as I continued to go very slow. And then I moved my thumb in, to gently approach near her sensitive places. I felt the moisture and then took my fingers downward lips bursting with lubrication. Very slowly the fingers worked further in and slowly, eventually they started to pump; steadily she intensified, and I slowly increased the rythym into a lovely climax. I gently withdrew to appreciate her long hair and just-tight-enough top.

She said, "Mike, I'm Jane. I think you'll work out." Then she smiled and gathered her colors, sort of came at me and then walked away with the loveliest walk. I went to the sofa to lay down with a big smile.

I was feeling pretty good about my work. I was able to do neat things that looked nice. It had challenged me and got my creative juices flowing. My mind was relaxed and a nice energy was resonating from the little breakthroughs during the day. As I sat back on the sofa, I absentmindedly looked around. And I realized that people could see me, somewhat. Or at least I thought — I couldn't tell for sure because there were so many layers and reflections. But I looked at the shelves I had stretched for and the tables I bent over and it gave me a little start. I was visible. My bulge started coming back. I lay back on the sofa in amazement. Absentmindedly, I grabbed my cock. It felt good and I felt relaxed. I laid back and closed my eyes. And then I opened my eyes. They were looking right at a dark window in the upper office, which seemed almost trained on me. There was something about that window, and firm filled to hard.

A minute later Selia came, looking me over and smiling a big knowing smile. She nodded upward and said the boss wants to see my designs. It was still hard and I was embarrassed. I grabbed my designs and sort of covered my bulge as Selia smiled. Hiding it seemed silly.

As I started walking Selia caught my ass with her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Then she pushed me up the stairs and on my journey, which started a bit difficult due to the mass in my pants. So I thought about the stairs and falling, and then walking got easier.

I arrived at the bosses door feeling a bit nervous but very alive. The climb up the stairs had my blood circulating and I was feeling good about my designs. I knocked lightly on the just-open door and heard "enter." I stepped in to see the boss focused on her desk work. I was directly on her side and the large office opened before me. I looked briefly around to see elegant design with gorgeous colors and style. And across the room to my right was that window, with a lovely leather bench beneath it.

But I focused on Boss. The desk was large with a lovely wood top and no sides, so I could see all of her. She was leaning forward and her red skirt stopped high. Her legs looked lovely from the side. Her head was framed by crops of black hair from which an intense face looked out at her work. She looked in command. I heard "please wait" in a commanding tone with no sound. Was I hearing things?

I waited, continuing to admire her energy. I wondered if this incredible place flowed from her energy.

Then the Boss swung toward me. I gasped as the energy whirled, like a large flower, no, garden. As I began to unpack the image I saw a powerful head at top, energetic compact body and legs, and a small white triangle in the middle that almost knocked me over as it sucked in my attention. I didn't want to stare so I forced my eyes back up toward her top, noticing first a lovely crack of tummy and then the matching red vest. I remained quick past lovely curves of cleavage, knowing I should keep going to meet her eyes. I was glad. My eyes locked into the intensity of her deep eyes. And she seemed to be glad I checked her out. I was relieved. I looked at her and started to feel her totality. Powerful legs were part of a smart and sophisticated package, softened slightly by a lovely smattering of freckles that hinted of youth and maybe a touch of hillbilly. Sitting atop this incredible place.

Getting down to business, she said, "Well...?"

I said, "This is an incredible place and I hope you will see I have talents you can use."

She smiled. Then I started walking towards her with my designs in their place. I looked down to the floor as I approached, feigning humility but knowing her panties would appear in the top of my view very soon if she kept her pose. She did and they did, and at that moment she seemed to jerk just slightly in what might have been a tiny wave of something, perhaps anticipation. Then I shifted my eyes to her face, stopping first at her mouth, to see it tense slightly. Then I looked into her eyes with acquiescence, hoping I had not been too forward. Without no more expression than a slight smile she took the hand that held the designs in her hand, and with her other hand took the other side of the designs. Her grip felt strong and in control. Keeping the designs in place, she thumbed through them. I watched her face and a positive, understanding reaction developed slowly. But then she moved the designs down, giving her a direct view of my package. Because of my concerned state it was back near baseline. But then it started to grow just a bit. A subtle smile seemed to grow on her.

But then she shifted her eyes up to mine and said "thank you, this is very good" in a tone that implied that I could go.

But the tone was also nice, on the edge of inviting. Maybe I could stay. She was still looking and smiling. Not knowing what to do, I instinctively dropped down to my knees, staring down at her lower legs so I wouldn't see her privates from my privileged position. I was trying to be unpresumptuous, humble me.

I said "I'm glad the designs pleased you boss, and stop me if I'm wrong."

I waited a second, and then let instinct continue to drive me — I started kissing her knee. I felt a tiny but positive inward breath in her. So I moved ever so slowly up her leg, keeping my eyes down. The breaths turned into sighs as I traveled toward the interior. I continued slowly and as the sounds became increasingly pleasurable, I raised my eyes to see private area. Her muscles tensed but every sign said "with pleasure."

As I resumed slowly she starting to gasp lightly. The momentum became unstoppable as I approached sensitive boundaries. I patiently continued onward. When I paused for a breath she let her legs part and slid herself out toward me, inviting me in. I wanted to jump but decided to enjoy the walk. My head moved close and my tongue traced the edge of the cloth. And then my fingers gently pulled over the cloth, I went underneath. I explored gently, my tongue finding its way to near her clitoris, proud of my navigation skills. Her sigh told me to stay there, and I did for long minutes, staying just outside the most sensitive area. Then I went down one of the folds, and up the other side. She liked it, and I repeated. She seemed to want more, so I jumped over the fold and into the vaginal entry. I probed the inner walls and then went deeper. She was very happy. I probed the surfaces again and then I slowly moved two fingers into the doorway and as my tongue moved back up. The fingers lightly battered her closed tissues as my tongue slid softly over her clitoris. And then, as the tissues started to open, I slowly moved in and up with my fingers, arriving at what should be her g spot and massaging all areas around. She said "oh wow" and small convulsions started. I kept it up at both ends, she continued to gasp and gasp, and minutes later I felt the squirts as she gasped and moaned some more. The warm fountain made me feel happy and accomplished. As she settled down I stayed close. And when she was finally still, I let go of her panties and put my face in them, kissing all over and then resting for long seconds.

She pulled my head up and then body and then my rear, raising me into position as my cock went from swollen to hard. She straightened it out through my pants with a big smile, and then she undid my pants. She pulled them down and then grabbed my thong and pulled it down, letting my cock pop out into a full salute. I said "yes sir!" and she laughed.

I pulled down her panties and then entered very deliberately. It was a lovely journey and it felt significant in some way. Her response was very good so I let my energy flow, pumping hard and deep and fast. She was really liking it. And she started climaxing quickly which was good because I was so full of explosive energy from the incredible day. It was a little quick but we finished together in a sea of loud happy growns. I felt so good and her arms were around me tight. I kissed her and squeezed her for a minute, and then did what I wanted to do, which was slowly slump off to the floor.

I thought to myself I hoped it wasn't too quick, and I heard "it was perfect" in my mind as I laid down with my back on the floor.

As thoughts returned I started to dreamily look up. She was over me, smiling. I smiled back and looked her over once more with delight. I closed my eyes and smiled.

Then I opened my eyes and looked around. The entire wall behind us was glass. And there was this bigger building towering over us. I tried to figure out how to ask, "Was this ok — were we private enough?"

I heard "Long story, and no problem," in warm tones but again without sound. I looked up at her, sitting happily in her chair.

Then she spoke out loud; "The observations of you today were very good and I am happy to have confirmed them." She smiled at her campy summary. "I think you might work out. I expect you here tomorrow, bright and early."

I got up and with a smile said in my head, "Thank you, I will."

As I walked away I turned to see her smiling but her eyes seemed to contain a mixture of fondness and slight worry. Hopefully, the worry was business demands. I said "bye" and she said "good day" and I started down the stairs.




Sex Tales for the New Millennium Ch. 04



This ending seemed rather abrupt and I felt confused. I waited behind a corner on the next floor and saw a cleaning crew go in a minute later. And then after another minute she rushed off with a small package held closely. Her walk was energetic, and sexy, and perhaps a bit nervous.

I went back to straighten up my work area, and started by resting on my couch. Then a another woman with a big smile popped in, to quickly put a new envelope on my desk, marked "Next."

She left and I opened it immediately. It contained a new design task and the instruction "never too late to begin preparing for tomorrow." It was another engaging challenge. I read it, thought about, and even sketched some ideas. But I was also tired and did a lot of that on the sofa. I straightened up my work area and decided it was time to go. As I left cleaning crews were starting to deploy all over the business. Many people had left and more were going. I walked back by the receptionist and waved as she eyed me up and down with admiration. She gave me a card for a restaurant where I could get free meals, and another card for a shop where I could "continue to develop my good taste in clothes."

She said "We want you to maintain your great health and your bright appearance. We are looking forward to seeing you tomorrow."

I took the main stairway down; it provided great views of the offices. Along the way I ran into Selia.

Selia said "Hello, I hope you enjoyed your new job. We'll see you tomorrow, yes?"

"I did have a nice day here. Are you people always so..., welcoming?"

Selia smiled. "We can be, but it all depends. 'Recruits' can have a strong response, as you might guess."

I smiled.

"Even though we try to read them before putting out an invitation, there is still a lot of variability. So we have to watch recruits from the start. Some are uncomfortable, perhaps because of our openness, perhaps because they feel vulnerable, perhaps because of our energy. When we see any of that, they get a boring one-day task in a windowless office. Other recruits become aggressive. Mostly men but not all. They act like hungry wolves with weak egos, thinking they deserve all the steak they see just because they have an appetite."

Selia raised an eyebrow and continued, "One attacked Boss and learned about her marshal arts skills. He left on a stretcher."

I appreciated the power coming from Selia, and there was a compliment in what she said.

"Yes, you responded well," Selia said. "You handled vulnerability, and you did not presume. You caught Boss's attention, right from the start. Very few see the Boss, ever. Boss went so far as to say you were special."

Selia advised me to keep being myself, and to maintain my responsiveness and sensitivity. And to come in energetic and rested every morning. "No hangovers allowed," as she waved a friendly finger. "And don't ever use those empty pills."

"Ha, never needed, never will."

"Good." said Selia.

She reached over and squezzed my ass and left as she said goodbye. I laughed; my pants were tight again as I continued down the stairs and out of the building.

I went to the restaurant and the food was terrific. Fresh, tasty, and healthy. The small berry desert was divine. During dinner I thought about my next day's task and I though about boss. It was all very stimulating and my mind was whirling as I left.

I walked dark streets and realized I was still processing the day. I saw a nameless bar and wondered if I could get a good beer. I looked inside and it wasn't smokey. There were a few intimate groups, and guys scattered along the bar. I took the easiest route to a seat at the bar. Two taps were piss but the third was a local brew with just enough spunk. I sipped my brew and struck up a superficial conversation with the guy next door. He was friendly so I started offering pieces of real thoughts. And then asked him what he thought about businesses based on sex. He liked the idea and started to rattle off his favorite stripper joints. He started to get filthy from there, and I sighed in relief after I steered him back to a more reasonable line. Then I asked if there could be other types of businesses, more appreciative?

He didn't understand and I couldn't really explain beyond repeating "appreciative." But I did happen to mention that a woman was the boss.

He snorted loudly, and said something like, "women must be controlled." He was angry and held up his hand and flipped it back and forth like he was hitting someone.

I gulped. I'd spent my time in the locker room, and I could do man talk. But I hadn't heard a hateful perspective for some time, and I didn't like it. I gulped the rest of my beer and put a tip down for the bartender. I pondered a life-tip for my neighbor but he seemed set in his ways. I said "goodbye" as I thought "asshole." I stumbled out the door and onto the sidewalk. My axes had been twisted and I wanted to get back to that good direction.

As the rhythm of my walk set in again I started to relax. My thoughts returned to the new job and possible designs sprang to mind. I started to feel the strong breeze of possibility that followed me from her business. But I was also tired and it felt good when I entered my familiar neighborhood. I unlocked my door and quickly prepared for bed. Once safely there I closed my eyes and thought of Boss. A fire lit and I was again warm and hard.