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A Beautiful Day

By: Passionnee



David is done with work for the day - and it is only 10 in the morning. A beautiful, sunny, fall day beckons him outside his window. As he contemplates the possibilities, the phone rings in his office. A wonderful surprise! His beautiful friend Jenn, with the alluring, silky voice and the captivating French accent is on the line. 

Jenn recently moved to Colorado and took a job with a very successful engineering firm. She is very happy, this place feels to her like her future and her destiny in life. She has never been more confident, working with talented people, establishing her own reputation, and contemplating exciting new possibilities for her career and her life. And the chance encounters with her friend and secret lover David make the transition to a new life even more comfortable and exciting, if sometimes confusing. But this is how it is for now. David and Jenn are happy with what they have. And, today an afternoon and early evening together is the perfect thing! 

They meet at the cafe down the street from Jenn's Denver office. David hugs her warmly and kisses her deeply, he is so happy to see her. A short 30 minute drive out of Denver and they are beside a rushing Colorado river. Warm sunshine beats on them through the ponderosa pines and sweet mountain breezes caress their bodies. They are alone together, wrapped in the tender embrace of nature and the beauty of the Colorado foot hills with an intimate picnic for two. David has outdone himself and Jenn is happily surprised with the bottle of wine and light picnic lunch he has brought for them. They make small talk, get closer, hold hands. As they finish lunch, they kiss tenderly and take a nap on the blanket in each other’s arms. For a moment before they both fall into light sleep, their hearts beat together and they feel as though they have melted together into one. 

Jenn stirs. They should be getting back to town, but she thinks it is time for some fun she wants to give David a "preview." 

Jenn starts massaging his chest and stomach gently. David responds, his thick cock rises in his shorts as she loosens his pants, brushing lightly against his thighs and the bulge under his briefs. She slides her hand in under the leg of his shorts and lightly caresses his balls, sliding her hands up both sides to his now rock-hard and pulsating cock. She smiles and talks to him, teases him. They laugh. David is holding back, wanting to enjoy Jenn's aggressiveness. 

But he cannot wait. He reaches up and slides his hands over Jenn's tight tank top where he finds a sexy lace bra. Her hard nipples press through and her firm round breasts heave. David takes in every curve with his hands and then slides them down and under the bottom of her tank top. He slides her top gently over her head. A breeze blows through the trees and Jenn shivers, goose bumps on her smooth skin. Her nipples push harder through her bra. Her breasts ache to be released and she presses her body closer to David. David slowly lifts off Jenn's bra, sliding his warm hands gently over her breasts and pulling her naked torso down to him. She can feel the lips of her vagina and her clitoris fill with blood, swell and throb. She can feel the pool of her sweet creamy wetness build up inside of her. 

David prolongs the pleasure and the agony, sliding his hands over her back, tickling, caressing and stroking up through her shoulder blades and down again to the small of her back and the sides of her breasts. 

They are pressed together in a warm kiss and Jenn enjoys the massage. David pushes Jenn back and gently on her back. He is in charge now and feels the thrill of exploration. David pushes his shorts down and begins to gently stroke his throbbing penis while sliding his balls between Jenn's breasts. David loves how Jenn watches. In the mid-day sun, David's thick, throbbing, purple cock is an incredible sight for her and she loves seeing him pleasure himself. Jenn knows what David wants and takes his balls gently into her waiting, soft wet mouth, sucking and licking at his balls and stroking his thighs, his tight ass and his stomach in her hands. 

Jenn takes over with her hands, lightly stroking his cock, pulling it down into her mouth, teasing and smiling. David is excited at the sight of the tip of his throbbing dick sliding in and out of Jenn's mouth. She sucks gently on the head, small drops of precum glistening on her lips and tongue. She swirls her tongue around and slides it down the length of his cock, again sucking his balls into her mouth. 

David is ready to explode, but wants to prolong the moment. He pulls away, laughing, and leans down to taste his own precum on Jenn's mouth, pressing his tongue deeply into her hot mouth. He slides his mouth down her neck as her breasts rise. She lets out a gasp as he softly takes each hard nipple into his mouth, sucking it in deeply and then backing away and circling her brown aureoles lightly with his tongue. He takes her entire aureole into his mouth, sucking hard and then gently, one breast then the other. He gently strokes her sides and caresses her smooth stomach, pulling her hips up toward him as she arches her back and sighs. 

Jenn can't wait any longer! She slides her shorts off and begins to remove her lace panties. David laughs and pushes her hands away, removing the shorts but keeping the panties on. He wants to have some fun, explore the possibilities. He brings his hot mouth down to her now soaked panties, her pussy lips and her swollen clitoris are bulging and plainly visible through the thin film of her panties. David licks and sucks gently, cupping Jenn's ass with his hands and pulling her up off the blanket. Jenn is swelling with creamy hot pussy juice and the image of David sucking and lapping up her sweet honey while slowly sliding her panties down her hips is just too much. David is just in time! He slides her panties off, turns her on her side, brings one of her legs up so he can explore her most precious places. The daylight reveals all, wet pussy dripping creamy honey down across her tight asshole. His thumb gently stroking and massaging her soaked, slippery clit, he pushes his tongue down in to her pussy and back and down to her tight, waiting ass. 

His tongue flickers lightly over her asshole, making her gasp and quiver. Then he pushes his tongue gently into her tightest hole while pressing two slippery fingers into her now pulsating cunt. David is wild with desire now, the taste and feel of Jenn's pussy and asshole just driving him over the top. Jenn is massaging David's cock now and gently stroking his balls while David rocks his tongue in and out and over her pounding clitoris. Jenn feels her orgasm rising and presses David's face deeper into her. Her pussy is David's whole world now, hot, wet, creamy and just pulsing and throbbing ever harder. Jenn comes in a torrent, rocking her hips hard over David's probing tongue. She comes so hard the sweet juice splashes out over David's tongue and mouth, and down his chin. 

He is in heaven, tasting her, drinking her. As her first wave subsides, David turns her over, lifting her hips and her soaked pussy in the air. He presses his pounding cock into her. It is wrapped tightly by the slippery lips and walls of her pussy. He almost cums immediately from the surprise. He can not hold back now and begins pumping his dick into her, pulling her hips back on him, massaging her ass and sliding his hands up her back and around to cup her tits. Jenn begins to moan. He reaches his hand around and slides two slippery fingers up over her clit, massaging and stroking her tender spot and he feels his own balls pounding against her pussy. 

They pump harder and faster. She feels a second orgasm welling up within her. David presses his finger harder on her mound and rocks in and out with his cock and fingers working together. He pumps fervently now, focusing all his energy on her hot, creamy cunt and the unbelievable explosion that is welling up from his balls. He looks down to see his dick sliding in and out of her. The vision of this is too much. She looks back at him, moaning with surprise and delight as another wave of orgasm approaches. With a final thrust, David pulls his cock out quickly and shoots a powerful hot creamy load on Jenn's open pussy and her asshole. David's thick, hot cream splashing into her clit drives Jenn over the edge to her second orgasm. David strokes his cock and presses out every last drop of cum. 

Jenn can't resist and brings his cock into her mouth, tasting his cream, licking his balls and gently squeezing and sucking on the head of his dick. She cups his balls in her hands, laughing and looks up at David who has spent a huge load right onto her waiting cunt. David and Jenn collapse together naked on the blanket. Another breeze kicks up and both get goose bumps. David pulls Jenn into him. They are warm now and he pulls the blanket over them and they talk and play with each other for a while. 

They drive back to town and decide to swim at David's health club. Both are athletic and toned and have a passion for the water. This is but one thing they share. There are so many other things and they will discover more as their friendship grows. They swim. They swim hard. They race each other for fun. David is a smart aleck as usual but is humble when Jenn pulls ahead and watches from the end of the pool as David pumps hard to catch up. Jenn grew up swimming and has other secret talents too that David will only discover with time. They both laugh. Their hearts are pounding from the workout in the mile high, rarified air. Jenn's skin is cool to the touch and her hard, taught nipples are pushing through her sleek, one-piece bathing suit. David feels his cock rising again in his spandex swimming trunks. His erection is outlined clearly through the suit and Jenn playfully strokes it under the water, laughing and flirting with him. He's not sure he can get out of the pool just yet! 

They retreat to the shower and sauna - but not to linger. The renewed tension has both of their hearts racing and the expectation of more exploration and passion is almost too much to bear. They leave quickly and head for Jenn's new apartment, a sunny and breezy place not far from the base of the Rocky Mountains. They are just steps in the door and David takes Jenn to the wall and kisses her deeply, their tongues intertwining playfully. It's only early afternoon. They still have some time. 

Jenn's bright eyes shine with delight as David kisses her deeply and presses his tall athletic body to hers as they fall against the hallway wall. Their tongues probe and swirl deeply. David can taste Jenn's hot passion and lust for him in her urgent kiss. She shivers and trembles in his warm embrace and feels his thick hard bulge pressing into her. Jenn can feel her pussy begin to throb and quiver again as her warm creamy liquid melts and slowly begins to drip into her panties. David laughs and takes Jenn by the hand to the shower. 

David turns the lights on as they stand outside the shower, playing, holding hands and kissing. David wants to see, taste her, feel her tremble and quiver under his touch and watch her eyes as she reveals herself to him. David can see Jenn's rock hard nipples through her bra. Jenn pulls his hand to her pussy and he can feel the bulging, open folds of her pussy and her slippery wet juice through her panties. He kisses her deeply and slowly peels her bra off of her shoulders, nibbling gently on her ears and neck. He takes off her bra off her round, beautiful, waiting breasts and lightly strokes her back, then cupping her breasts in his hands he leans down to take her throbbing nipples and aureoles into his warm mouth. Jenn gasps, arching her back and pressing her tits into David's face. The feel of his hot mouth on her cool, hard nipples drives her wild! David pulls Jenn gently to him, her breasts pressed against his pounding chest. 

The tension rises and they can barely stand going so slowly. David slides Jenn's panties off and marvels at her beautiful, shaved mound and her swollen pussy lips which are already quite visible and shining and glistening with her dripping honey. He has to taste her now. Has to feel her sweet, swollen pussy lips and her quivering clitoris in his mouth. Jenn sits down slowly on a towel on the side of the tub and lifts one leg high onto the tile wall. She wants David to see her most intimate place, wants to pull him into her and feel his hot, exploring tongue deep within her. David is ready to explode just at the sight! He decides to have some fun. He will go down for a taste in due time! He straddles Jenn, his hard, thick cock bulging through his briefs. Jenn slides his shorts down slowly and lets his pulsating cock drop easily right into her mouth, immediately pulling his cock deep into her mouth. He is stunned at the feeling and almost cums immediately! She pulls him out and gently fondles his balls and massages his stomach, looking up with a devilish grin. She licks his balls and the length of his shaft, then taking the large round purple head of his dick between her lips, squeezing and swirling her tongue around his tiny hole. 

She has to stop or he will finish before he starts! He pulls his cock out of her urgent hot mouth and decides to go swimming again in her creamy hot pool of tasty honey waiting for him. Jenn is so wet now she is dripping all over her thighs. The feel of his cock in her mouth got her so turned on a wave of sweet liquid is now flowing down out of her tight cunt. David presses his mouth into her waiting, open, dripping hole. She is spread wide now, fully revealed. Her tight asshole dripping with pussy juice too. He slides two slippery fingers gently up into her pussy, slowly massaging her from the inside and then begins to fuck her slowly with his tongue. She tastes so good. She is so hot and tight that his cock is still throbbing. Jenn looks down now, as he slides his fingers in and out of her and massages her thighs and ass while probing and sucking on her cunt. Jenn can feel her orgasm rising. 

She closes her eyes and begins to rock harder on David's tongue and fingers. David can feel Jenn's hands pull his face deep into her. She is obsessed now, just wants David up in her cunt, pressing her clitoris from both sides and bringing her closer and closer to a deep climax. Jenn begins to gasp and she is urgent now. Crying out to David to press harder, deeper, faster. They are rocking harder now and Jenn begins to orgasm, slow at first, but she feels the intensity building. She is going to explode! David presses his tongue and fingers deep into her and pulls her ass hard onto his face. Jenn lets out a scream as she arches her back and begins to cum, waves of hot liquid rushing out of her and into David's waiting mouth. She rocks and shake and quivers as two waves of deep orgasm sweep over her. David is covered with her sweet cum, her quivering clit and pussy lips still in his mouth. He drinks her and suck on her pussy with abandon now. He licks her pussy gently, sucking softly on her clit and slides his tongue up her belly, stopping to gently suck her nipples. 

She wants to taste her own pussy on David's mouth and pulls him to her in a deep French kiss. Jenn knows that David is so turned on, one touch to his swollen thick cock and his tight throbbing balls will send him over the edge. She has that devilish grin again. She is ready for some more fun. Jenn wants to watch as she brings him slowly to the edge and back, to the edge and back, again and again. Jenn has been thinking about this for a long time. Jenn has a bottle of baby oil waiting by the tub. She gently pours the oil over her hands, her breasts and David's now huge cock. David begins to slide his cock between her tits, slowly. Jenn teases the head of his cock with her tongue and lips, looking up and laughing. She reaches down to massage his tight balls. David is pumping harder between her tits now and Jenn slides her oily hands around to David's ass, slowly sliding a slippery finger up into his tight hole. David gasps. He has to slow down, or this will be over too soon. The sight of his cock sliding between her breasts, slipping into her mouth and the feel of her finger gently probing his ass and massaging inside him is driving him wild. Jenn takes both hands now and begins to stroke and massage David's thick, throbbing penis, his balls, his stomach and thighs.

The sensation is too much. David is close and can feel a huge explosion welling up within him. Jenn sucks his balls, stroking his dick slowly, too slowly. David is urgent and wants to fuck her hands and cum all over her oily tits. Jenn laughs and tells David to just be patient. She is licking the precum of the head of his cock, stroking him slowly, massaging him and sliding her finger in and out of his ass slowly and gently. Smiling and laughing and looking in his eyes while she works him to the edge. David is ready to cum, his legs shaking, his whole body quivering. Jenn is moving slowly and deliberately. She is in control. Jenn knows David is too close. She avoids his shaft, instead just massaging his oily balls, his thighs, that soft tender spot between his testicles and his asshole. She slides two fingers now into his slippery ass hole now, making him gasp and arch his back and quiver faster now. 

His cock is throbbing and shaking. Jenn is ready. Pressing her fingers deep into his ass and massaging up inside, she takes his cock all the way in her mouth, sucking hard and sliding her tight lips from the base to the tip. Jenn is pumping his ass with her fingers and slides her other hand around his cock and pumps him hard. He throws his head back and explodes in a torrent of thick, hot, creamy sperm, all over her heaving tits, her nipples and her belly! He shoots load after load of his white juice onto her as she continues to pump his hole and his dick, smiling the whole time. He looks down and she is massaging his cum into her oiled up tits and licking his cum off the head of his dick. They both laugh at the relief and the beautiful sight of his now subsiding cock as it falls gently between her glistening breasts. 

David runs a warm bath, turns out the lights and lights a few candles around the tub. The gentle afternoon breeze makes the candles flicker. The sun sets over the mountains. They slide into the bath together, Jenn resting peacefully on David's chest. Light music is playing in the background and they share a glass of Chardonnay as they play quietly together in the bath, exploring each other's soapy smooth bodies, joking, kissing and laughing. They know this is a day they will remember for the rest of their lives. 

After playtime in the tub, David and Jenn get dressed and head back down to the cafe by Jenn's apartment. They have tiramisu and coffee. Jenn kisses David sweetly knowing he has to go. Their hands linger and look into each other's eyes, they don't want to let go. But David has other things he must do and Jenn must get back to her new life too. They smile one last time and laugh softly at their situation. David says goodnight and drives off into the dusk.

A Beautiful Day



Since this Sunday was particularly beautiful, and one of the nicer days before the set-in of what's sure to be a cold and snowy winter, I talked Brian into going to the country for the day, and although he resisted at first, as I told him he could instead stay home and do yard work, he relented, and thought taking a short day trip with his adoring wife may not be such a bad idea. 

We decided to pack a lunch, and head to Brown County to see the fall leaves turn. Indeed, a very Indiana thing to do. 

Still kind of moping, Brian drives in silence. 

"Baby," I ask, "What's the matter?" I rub his cheek, and he leans his face to oblige me. He's not angry, just amiss because his first game plan didn't quite work out the way he wanted. (Sunday-Football, friends, yelling at the TV-typical man stuff. )

"Nothing, I'm fine."

I begin to rub his thigh, and see a small grin come over him, but since he's trying to gain my sympathy for his ill-fated day of sports, he tries to suppress the full effect of it. I move my hand near his crotch-and stop. Looking out the window, I smile and begin talking about the fantastic scenery. 

"The leaves are beautiful this time of year. I'm so glad I talked you into coming out here." My fingers graze his crotch, not looking at him though, eyes still fixed to the window. He grunts a response, and puts his hand over mine, starting a stroking motion, but keeping his eyes on the road. 

"What if I told you, " I lean and whisper in his ear, "that I will make it up to you?"

He looks at me and smirks. I know he's reading my mind. "I don't see how." He says, "The Colts and Baltimore are playing today. You know I wanted to see that game."

"I know, sweetie. You know I appreciate you doing this for me."

He glances over quickly, and I flash him a sexy smile, and he returns it. 

We finally get to our spot. A place we found on an earlier trip several years ago in the heart of the park. 

"Remember, we stopped here on our honeymoon. On the way to New Orleans?"

"I remember." Still moping. Poor baby... 

"Sweetie," I cuddle up next to him, on a blanket we've laid under a beautiful sycamore. I have managed to throw together a wonderful picnic, with all his favorites, down to the Kendall Jackson chardonnay he's so crazy about. "You're not still mad?"

"I'm fine... promise."

I lean over to kiss his cheek. I lay the picnic out, and we take in the scenery as we eat and get our fill of wine, and his favorite chocolate cannolis for dessert. 

He takes me in his arms and we fall back on the blanket... 

Staring up at the beautiful autumn sky. 

I climb on top of him, just as I know he prefers, and kiss him, long and hard. He begins to run his fingers through my hair, making his way to my ass. I grind against him, wanting to feel his middle against mine. He finally gets to his destination, and I sigh my approval into the kiss I've planted on his lips. 

"You make me crazy, you know that, don't you?" he says as he turns me over on my back, and reattaches himself in a long slow kiss, exploring all of me, and I him. I can hear our favorite song by the Eagles playing on the box next to us, and this just gets us started even more, as he sings and says, "I love you" in my ear. 

I reach between us to feel his cock, now grown hard and still against me. I cannot wait for it to fill me up, but Brian never makes my life so easy. Not a chance. I squeeze a little and he moves a little to accommodate me. He's looking in my eyes, as he runs his hands over my blouse, caressing my chest and pinching my nipples through my shirt. He lifts it over my head, exposing the gorgeous bra I know he loves to see me wear. 

"You know I love that on you... you planned this, didn't you?" he lifts an eyebrow above those beautiful eyes of his, and I dutifully feign ignorance. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean, baby." And I plant a small kiss on his neck, and wrap myself around him tighter, pulling him close. He smiles and starts to pull my straps down, and I lift myself to oblige him. Meanwhile, I am undoing his jeans, and my hand descends lower, going to the place I call all my own. He is simply breathtaking as the sun falls on his back, his shoulders, and makes me remember why I fell so hard for him in the first place. 

He apparently has forgiven my little deception, because he has started to work on my breasts, already my nipples so tight in anticipation of his touch. He knows just what I like, running his lips and fingers all over my tits, my belly. I arch my back as to assist him, and just want more. I stroke his face to let him know I love it, and run my fingers through his hair. He works his way down, tasting and caressing every inch of me, until he gets to my shorts. 

He literally kisses them off my body. That's why I simply adore this man. 

His work done, he gets to the play of the moment. He kisses my thighs, making me wait for him to get to the task at hand, which in turn is making me wild. My hands find my way to his hair, pulling and tugging, a touch to convince him to make me his again. " Damn, but you're impatient..." He looks up and smiles, and I obligingly stick my tongue out at him. "Don't make me come up there and get that, Denise." I lie back and laugh, and just then--- bastard---he plunges his tongue deep in my pussy, effectively shutting me up. 

"Smartass..." 

I moan, the very beginning of incredible ecstasy filling my body. He begins to dart his talented tongue in and out of my soaked cunt, and I am out my head in need. He begins to make his way to my anxious clit, gently biting it at first, to make me pay for my interminable want. He begins to suck, and my body immediately begins to spasm. 

"Not yet, love..." 

I don't see how he thinks I can hold this back any longer, as I'm surely going to burst. Brian moves his fingers, in and out as he continues to suck and tickle my clit, and I am surely not going to last one more minute. Alas, I cannot, and I let go the fiercest orgasm I've ever experienced, screaming into the void of our surroundings. 

"Yeah, baby... scream for me... you are so fucking hot..."

I regain my breathing, and lie still a few seconds before he is above me again. He is in my ear. "You love that, baby, don't you?"... I cannot speak, just kiss him - hard as I begin to make my way down myself... 

I push him over on his back, and pull his jeans off the rest of the way, and then kiss my way back up to his solid cock... I kiss it and do a few tongue strokes for good measure, because right now, all I can think of doing is riding it, feeling it all the way inside me. I feel him swell more, as I lower body onto his, moaning with pleasure as I go, stuffing myself all the way up with his fabulous cock. With a loud cry, I lower my self onto his cock and I lean over him to give him access to my tits. 

He obliges me, and I begin a slow motion descent into heaven. It is incredible, and I move as such. Brian grabs my ass, every motion he orchestrates. 

"I love to watch you ride my cock, baby." This only encourages me. I start to move faster and Brian digs his nails deeper and harder in my ass, and a finger or two inside just to make me behave. I fall against him, alternately burying my face in his neck, and kissing him. "Cum for me baby," he encourages, and wanting only to please him at this moment, I give it all I have, and just as he repeats these words, I explode in a million pieces. He pushes up meet my pussy once more, and then pulls me off of him, placing me on my stomach. 

"My turn..." And I know what that means... 

He smacks my ass well, and pulls me up by my waist to meet him. He pushes his hot cock inside, and I'm in heaven all over again. Pumping hard and fast, I am his most willing bitch. 

"Fuck me, baby... I love it when you shoot your load in my cunt..."

He is so turned on, and his form is glistening from sweat and lust. I love it when he fucks me from behind. He strokes me, leaning into me, kissing my neck, my back. He goes faster, and I feel my pulse race and body begin to vibrate once more, with every thrust. He pushes against me once, and again... and again... until, he lets himself go inside me, grabbing my waist in one fantastic motion, and his hot cum spilling into my now on fire cunt. He falls against me, and we entangle ourselves on the blanket, now a humped mess from our activity. I kiss him, and looks into my eyes and whispers he loves me. I smile. 

"I'm so very glad we had a chance to come out here." I say softly, nuzzling his ear. " now this was better than any old football game, love?" He smacks my ass and grins. "You're not through making up for it, cara mia."

"Even if I taped the game for you, and told Dennis and Max to come over about 7 to watch with you? 

He lights up. I guess that's a start...



A Beautiful Day



I pull into your driveway right on time, my heart beating more rapidly than a hummingbird in flight. Right on cue, you emerge from your doorway. My eyes are immediately drawn to your radiant smile. You're carrying the wicker picnic basket and blanket in your arms, just as we had planned. As you saunter closer, I see you're wearing the white sundress, even though you had second thoughts about being seen in it by a neighbor. The sun is shining behind you, creating a perfect silhouette of your body. I can see the black thong nestled below your waist. As I hold the door open for you, I take the basket and blanket from your arms just before you slide across the seat. I catch the perfect outline of your naked breasts, against the soft cotton dress. I feel my cock stir within my pants. 

My own smile matches yours as I get in and we head off to our destination. I can't stop looking at you as we drive with the top down. The wind is blowing against you, forming the dress to your body like a second skin. Your nipples stand hard and erect from the cool air. Your hair whips across your face as you squint from the sun, at the same time giving me that half-cocked smile. The one I've seen so often in your pictures. The one that makes me feel like you have some special secret to share. I want to know what's inside your head, I want to be inside you, to have you right there. The temptation is so overwhelming after months of stolen calls in the night. You glisten in the sun and I want to taste you so badly. To lick your skin, to savor your salt. Somehow I find the strength to drive on. 

Still no words have been spoken. As if reading my mind you reach for the radio dial. A familiar tune is playing as you crank the dial: 

"It's a beautiful day, don't let it slip away. Touch me, take me to that special place. Teach me, you know I'm not a special case" 

It's U2. You turn, looking fully at me and just keep on smiling that perfectly crooked smile. My heart melts away as you snuggle against my arm with your soft breast leaning into me, taunting me. My cock has no choice but to respond and I rise up fully in my pants. You reach down, rubbing it on the outside of my jeans. I almost shift into the next lane at the first feel of your touch. I can't believe this is even happening! This was an unexpected twist from the plans we had made. You stroke my cock then I see you flip back your hair to one side. Just the way I've told you that women do, that touches something inside of me. 

You lean forward taking my cock in your mouth. I start to speed up, so you just stop for a moment. While still holding my swollen member in your hand, you look up and smile. I shrug my shoulders as though saying what. You just let out a giggle and take me back into your warm, soft mouth. With one hand, you play with my balls, while with the other you alternate stroking and sucking me. I'm ready to explode when you abruptly sit up and smile and speak your first words, "I believe this is where we get off". I laugh out loud while shaking my head. You continue to lightly caress my organ just enough to keep my aroused and on the brink. We are on a bumpy dirt road that eventualy ends at the base of a hill. You gently slide my cock back into my pants pulling up my zipper. I groan as I jump out of the car, reach into the back seat gathering up the picnic, then open the door for my lady. You stand up, courtesy, then take my hand to leading me to our spot. We reach the top of the hill where there is a perfectly hidden grassy knoll. We lie out the blanket, then sit down to open up the basket. You reach in to hand me a long red and white cloth napkin, just as we had talked about. You haven't missed a detail of our plans. The bottle of wine is next. I pop it open and we toast one another. It goes down smoothly on this warm spring day. 

You start to remove the contents of the basket, laying it out on the ground. The terrible hunger inside me is of a different variety, such that I can no longer wait for what was to happen next. I stand up taking you by the hands. I kiss you so deeply that I feel you shudder - our tongues dance a dance of unfulfilled passion. I abruptly pull back from you. With your eyes closed and your mouth open you try to follow. "What are you doing silly?", you ask. I simply say, "Shhh, it's my turn to play". I reach down to recover one of the napkins. "Close your eyes and trust me", I coo in your ear. I placed the napkin around your head cutting of your vision. I place my ear right next to your mouth so that I can catch even your slightest moan. I reach up ever so lightly, brushing my fingers against your face and lips. The firsts sounds of your surrender betray you in the form of a sigh. I know this will be so enjoyable, so easy. I circle around behind you, my mouth right in your ear now. You hear my heavy breath and you match it as I slowly trace my fingers down your shoulders to the bottom of your back. My hands diverge over each of your hips, then I circle around front, pressing the soft cotton fabric against your belly. 

Your breath grows irregular now, in anticipation of what's next. I lightly reach up with my left hand, to cup your left breast. As I rub the cloth against your nipple the friction drives you wild. Your nipple grows so hard! At the same time, I begin to softly rub your ass with my other hand. Soon, I have the dress hiked up above your waist as I play with your fully exposed ass. My other hand is buried down the front of your shirt. The picture is so perfect, it will be framed in my mind forever as you stand there with your head arched upward toward the sky, your mouth wide open, moaning and gasping in pleasure. 

I move my hand below your ass between your legs. You spread your legs further, as though opening a door to invite me in. I feel for your precious mound, peeling your panties to one side so that I can trace your exquisite lips. My other hand continues its attack on your nipples. I'm hoping this place is as deserted as you said, because you're almost screaming now. It's my turn to smile that smile now. I reach up and pull the dress off your shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. Still blindfolded, nipples piercing the air, you reach for me. I hug you so softly, embracing you like I'll never let you go but then I slide down to my knees. 

I need to taste you, to know you in that way that no other man should. I remove your soaked panties. I lightly run my tongue through your vaginal lips. You groan, your legs becoming so weak you almost fall to the ground. I taste you. I drink you up, becoming intoxicated by your fluids. All the while my hands are teasing, pinching, circling your nipples. I feel your nipples harden even more than I thought possible. I reach down with one hand, wet a finger with saliva and find my way to your ass. I probe and explore, gently teasing your "other hole" until it opens up to invite me in. Your first orgasm rocks through your body as your asshole tightens its grip on my finger. You hump your saturated pussy against my face, trying to squeeze every ounce of pleasure out of my tongue. 

You reach down to pull my head up but I resist. Using my arms I lower you to your back. You feel me shift around. A part of me touches your lips, your nose picks up my scent and you open your mouth to take me in. We are in the 69 position now. You re-assert yourself, shifting so that you are on top of me. You suck me hard and deep as I begin to probe you again with my tongue. We moan and writhe in unison, like trees shifting in the wind. As you explode for the second time, you grip my cock so hard I think you might rip it off. Without hesitation, you straddle around sitting in my lap. In one elegant movement, you engulf my cock, taking me fully within your pussy. 

We lose ourselves in one another. Existence, time, presence has no meaning. What were once two separate bodies are now entangled in pure desire and passion. Everything is as it should be, for we are one.



A Beautiful Day



I woke up to my alarm that morning. Monday. Mondays suck. Work sucks. On top of it being Monday and that in itself being enough to make it suck, I was woken up from a beautiful naked man thrusting his hard on into my pussy and a naked brunette teasing my nipples.

Needless to say I didn't go to work that day. After that decision was made I slipped my hand under the bed sheets to realize that I hadn't dressed before going to bed the night before.

Pleased, I felt the smoothness of my natural double D breasts which immediately started to perk up in excitement. The warmth between my legs was increasing by the second and I was more than ready to let it all release. As I started to move my other hand to my wetness I felt a finger brush across my slit. I looked up to see my straight roommate.

"Dawn," I gasped already feeling the rush building up in my body. She pulled her hand away.

After a few moments I had regained my composures, "What are you doing here? I thought you were staying at your boyfriend's house last night?"

"Well I was planning on it but we got into a fight."

You see, I was in shock. Not only was my roommate straight, but she had voiced her opinion loudly pertaining to her adversary to anyone bisexual. "No Dawn, not what are you doing here as in the apartment but what are you doing in my room?"

"I heard you about ten minutes ago. That was some dream you must have been having. You had what sounded like a pretty nice orgasm." She paused as if embarrassed. "I came to watch."

I knew that if there was ever going to be anything between the two of us it was going to start now. "Why were you just watching?" I leaned in and kissed her slowly, to give her a chance to pull back. When she didn't I continued.

She kissed me passionately and moved her hands to my breasts sooner than I expected. I pulled back and lifted her shirt over her head. I had seen her breasts before but never clearly. It had always been when I had "accidentally" walked in on her in the shower or when she and her boyfriend were doing the naughty. They were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Perfectly round and if I hadn't known better, I would have guessed fake they were so amazing.

I couldn't help myself. I had to kiss them. They were just so incredible. I had my mouth over one of her dark brown nipples, one finger and thumb squeezing the other and my other hand rubbing myself just as she started to moan. It must have been a millisecond later that she pulled back and said, "I'm sorry." She proceeded to walk out of the room with only a see through thong on.

My day officially sucked.

*****

Later that day, lying on the beach face down I could feel the intense sun's rays heating my gym-toned body while I was reading my latest novel. I was hot n heavy in a sex scene when I started to feel myself getting wet. 

After reading about pulsing hard ons and wet pussies I was getting wetter by the moment and I flipped over to equal out the tan. The sun beating on my full C breasts only made me more aroused. I looked to my right and then my left. There was no one in sight. "Why not," I said out loud.

I slipped my hand under the rim of my hot pink bathing suit that covered next to nothing. I hadn't finished earlier that day and really needed to get off so I decided to make prolong the feelings to intensify the orgasm.

Despite trying to hold out, it was only moments later that I felt my clit pulsing to the beat of my heart. Moving my fingers faster and faster I was about to come. I slipped one, then two then three fingers inside my hole and pumped and pumped and pumped until I was completely satisfied.

"Ahh." All was well. I opened my eyes, moment later to the satisfied look of a guy around my age: 21, maybe 22.

"Now that is something I haven't seen on this beach before." His smile seemed to get bigger and bigger as I felt my cheeks get redder and redder. 

I didn't know what to say. I just stared. Finally I managed, "I'm sorry."

"Oh don't be sorry. That was hot!" He was still smiling! "I'm Adam. And what might your name be?"

"Corey," it was all I could manage. I was in shock. I was embarrassed. I didn't know what to say or do. he was one of the most attractive guys I had ever seen.

"Corey? I don't think I've ever met a girl named Corey. But then I haven't ever met a girl who gets off on the beach by herself either."

"I really am sorry. I didn't think anyone was around." I began to regain my composure.

"Corey. Please stop apologizing. There is absolutely no need to apologize. I should be thanking you."

"All right then, you're welcome." I was starting to enjoy the playful tone in his voice; excited to figure out where this conversation was going. I sat up and my top fell off: I had forgotten that I had untied it in order to avoid the lines from the sting. I laughed. In any other situation with anyone else this would have been the most embarrassing thing that could have happen.

I made a move to grab the bathing suit in order to cover myself up, but felt his hand grab mine in order to stop my progress. "Please don't. I'm really enjoying the view."

"Well. It is not quite fair that I'm indecent all alone out here in the wide open expanse of the beach." When he did not say anything I reached for his swim trunks and pulled them down; enjoying the view as Adam Jr. stood at attention.

Without warning or even making a decision I took all of him into my mouth. He tasted so good. The mixture of salt and his taste of precome was more than I could take; I could feel the heat building between my legs. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me closer, causing me to take him deeper into my mouth. 

After he was done he said, "Now it's your turn," and immediately ripped my bathing suit bottoms off and slipped a finger deep inside of me. 

He expertly pulled me to the edge and then promptly stopped, teasing me when I needed him the most. "Adam, take me. Please."

He looked at me as if he contemplating my request, then thrust his nine inch long rod into my cunt. "Faster. Faster, Adam. Make me come." I was yelling so loud there was no way the entire area hadn't heard and wasn't out watching us.

My juices gushed all over his dick, seconds later I felt him come deep inside of me. (That was the first time I had ever had a guy come inside of me. That was an experience that I will be repeating.)

He looked at me and smiled. "Well Corey. You are unlike any girl I have ever met."

"And you Adam are a beast. And I mean that in the best way possible. My roommate is at home sulking over a jerk of a boyfriend. She turned me down earlier today but I think with your help the two of us might just be able to take her. What do you think?"

Adam nodded. The two of us in all of our naked glory, stood up, walked past a girl who looked to be around 18 rubbing herself fiercely to my car and drove to my apartment to double team Dawn.



A Beautiful Day



It was a beautiful hot and sunny day, It was your day off, hubby was at work and the kids to school, the sun shone and you thought to yourself, this is just how I like it, my day to do exactly what I want, and I am going to sunbathe. 

Out came your sunbed and off came your clothes, at least some of them, you put on Bikini bottoms but left the tops off and after you covered yourself with sun block, you settled down to roast. 

Your garden is well protected by fences and hedges, and no-one could overlook you lying on your sunbed, so you felt quite safe sunbathing topless, but you had a loose skirt and top to hand, just in case----. 

You sizzled for an hour, and then your mouth felt dry and you wanted a drink, before you stood up you slipped on your loose top, which was enough to cover your shoulders and breasts, and started up the garden path towards your house, when a voice called you, 

"Hey Rachel, day off today?" It was Helen your neighbour from two doors away. 

"Yes," you replied, "I was just going to make a coffee, do you want one?" 

"Oooh yes" replied Helen, "I'll be right round."

You grabbed your loose skirt and wrapped it around your hips, then went to the kitchen to put the kettle on. You had known Helen for some years but not all that well, more acquaintances really but you did like her, and sometimes had a chat.

The coffee was poured by the time she turned up. and you handed a mug to her. Helen was about your age, slightly taller and fair haired, she was quite pretty and had a nice figure. You had fancied her husband when they first moved in, but only in passing. 

You leaned against your kitchen unit and Helen stood facing you, she was wearing jeans and open necked shirt, you could just see the top of her bra. Helen was very easy to talk to and you found yourselves chatting away about anything that came into your heads, about work and friends and hobbies and likes and dislikes, and eventually, relationships. You admitted that your sex life was a bit dull right now, You had been married for twelve years you told her and laughingly said that you could do with a change. 

Helen sympathised with you and said she fully understood how you felt, then suddenly she reached out and touched your nipple. 

You froze for a second or two and stared at her, she seemed quite matter of fact and smiled disarmingly, still moving her finger in a circular motion around your nipple. Despite yourself, you felt yourself becoming aroused and your nipple became hard, you made no attempt to stop her. She clearly took this as a signal to carry on.

Helen stopped smiling and put her coffee cup down, she stepped closer to you and took your cup from you, then her hand returned to your breast this time covering it and squeezing it carefully. She opened the buttons in the front of your top until your breasts were exposed, you were getting hotter and your breathing shallower and faster, your pulse pounded in your head and your mouth dried up. Not a word was spoken, and you seemed unable to prevent your neighbour caressing your body.

She was now almost pressing up against you and she put her arms around you and kissed your lips. You melted into her arms and kissed her back. She opened the button on your loose skirt and pushed the zip down letting your skirt fall by your feet. Helen kissed you continually and at the same time she pushed her hand down the front of your bikini bottoms. 

You felt her fingers in your slit, she pushed down opening up the lips and folds of your cunt and felt her push her finger inside you, she was biting on your neck and pushing her finger in and out of your pussy. 

"Oooooooooo," you whimpered, you knew you were very wet. She dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor and pulled your bikini bottoms down, she gasped when she saw your pussy. 

"Oh Rachel, Your pussy is so beautiful," she murmured., and she stood up to hold you close to her own body. You felt pleased that you had trimmed your pussy hair only that morning, and now you were totally naked in the arms of another woman. Helen was still fully clothed, you took her hand and said "Come," and ran with her up the stairs to your bedroom. 

You lay on your bed your knees bent and legs open, Helen stood at the bottom of the bed gazing at your pussy, unable to take her eyes off it.

"Come Helen'" you murmured to her and watched as she maddeningly slowly undressed. 

You held your arms out to her and she joined you on the bed. You thrilled to each others bodies, Now it was your turn to look at her nakedness, similar yet different to your own, and you thrilled at what you could see, never in your life had you been naked in bed with another female, you felt like you were in a dream.

Helen lay half over your belly, her tits flattened against yours and her thigh resting against your pussy, you could feel the wetness of her pussy on your leg, she pressed her mouth to yours which you opened to allow her in, your tongues duelled together, her hand and fingers played with your nipples and she moved her thigh harder against your pussy.

Helen's skin felt so soft and smooth, you moved your hand over her bum and into the crease of her buttocks, almost accidentally your fingers touched the lower folds of her cunt, they felt so full and wet.

Helen moaned and lifted herself up off you, into a kneeling position. she leaned forward to suck on your nipple, while her hand stroked your belly then slid down between your legs.

Gently she circled your clit, driving your passions upward then slipped two fingers into your hungry hole.

Her fingers seemed to fill your body, you bore down on her hand, you wanted to feel more of her inside you. 

Helen moved down your body, dabbing little kisses on your skin, she pushed her tongue into your belly button and tugged on your pussy hairs with her teeth. she opened your pussy lips with her nose, you heard her gasps of pleasure, then she sucked your clitoris and surrounding folds of your cunt into her mouth.

The effect on your body was instant, You tingled and throbbed, every nerve exploded, and your passions filled every sense and thought.

Your body was charged with electric shocks and the accompanying orgasm was like none you had ever experienced before. You bucked and shook, and the emotion brought sobs to your throat.

Helen rose from between your legs, and her face was covered in your cum, she just looked at you, her eyes wide with amazement. "OH Rachel!" she managed to say, "you are wonderful."

You lay in each others arms and talked about how you found yourselves here. Helen told you she had loved a woman a few years before and you had stirred old memories when you were standing in front of her with your erect nipples poking through your top. 

You confessed to her that it was your first time with a woman, and she had brought feelings of immense sexual satisfaction to you, feelings you seemed to have lost with your husband. Then you laughed and said you had been having fanciful thoughts of having an affair with a man, but never dreamt of having sex with another woman.

After a deep lingering kiss with your naked bodies locked together, Helen took your hand and placed it between her legs, you realised you had your fingers on another woman's sex, and once more your lust and passion welled up inside you.

Helen just had a thin line of hair running along the lips of her cunt, it was so attractive and felt so soft to your exploring fingers, she opened her legs wide, urging you to go on. You looked up at her face and her eyes were closed and she pursed her lips, defying her growing passion, You looked at her breasts, round and spongy and the long nipple attached to each one.

Helen opened her eyes, wondering why you had stopped, She saw the wonderment in your face and smiled,

"Go on Rachel," she urged, "I want you to fuck me."

You slid your fingers up and down her slit, still coming to terms with how another woman's body felt, "How will I do that?" you asked her slightly puzzled.

"With your fingers darling, stroke my clit and push your fingers into my hole, the way you do it to yourself," she ended with a smile.

Helen lay back down and you began to play with her pussy with relish, your fingers were wet with her juices and when you pushed your fingers inside her they made squelching noises.

" Suck my nipples," Helen whispered, and you lowered your mouth on to her breasts, you nibbled her with your teeth and she began to writhe under you, At the top of her slit you found her clitoris had grown and you rubbed it between your thumb and forefinger.

Helen's body began to tremble, you heard her moan and gasp, she lifted her bum off the bed and thrust upwards into your hand, you moved your hand to her hole and pushed two fingers firmly into her.

"OHOHOHAAAAA!" she cried out, and half sat up forcing you off her tit, but now you had her and wanted to keep her, you pumped your fingers in and out of your female neighbours cunt while licking and kissing her belly.

Helen was right on the verge and a second later she came in a fury. You lifted up but did not pull out of her sex, your fingers were soaked with her juices and she seemed to have no control over her body movements, she turned and writhed and wriggled and convulsed all at the same time, She sat up and wrenched your fingers out of her body and thrust them deep into her own mouth sucking and swallowing whatever juices she could retrieve.

"WOW! Helen, That was amazing!" you marvelled, as Helen calmed down and came to rest.

"Oh yes Rachel, it felt so good, I'm still tingling,"

You and Helen lay quietly together while you both recovered, she played gently with your nipples.

"You are so beautiful naked Rachel," she whispered softly.

"And so are you Helen," You replied, "But I must admit I never ever thought of seeing you this way."

"Are you glad you have seen me naked," she asked with a smile.

"Oh yes, very glad," you answered.

Helen looked at the clock and said "Whoops, I had better go, my children will be home from school soon." 

You lay on your bed and watched as she got up and dressed herself, then she turned to you, gave you another intimate kiss and said, "thank you Rachel, I loved what we did today, and if you ever fancy making me another cup of coffee, please be sure to call." 

"I will," you promised smiling, "on my very next day off, and the family out of the way." and with a wave, Helen left. 

You didn't get up straight away, you lay there for sometime just thinking of what you had enjoyed with Helen.Your fingers slipped between your legs and stroked your pussy lips, just as her fingers had done only minutes before, My day turned out even better than I thought it would, you told yourself with immense satisfaction.



A Beautiful Day



Copyright (c)2013 Eruidice

So, there it is: my first story on Literotica. I could have never managed to post it without the wonderful editing help of CBM514 and sound advice. I really hope you'll enjoy it :)

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It was a beautiful day...

I am not talking about the weather, which was usual for this time of year: pure sunshine with a sure chance of high humidity already in the morning. From being born in the east of New Jersey, the constant hot weather was actually one of the worst things that I had to deal with since I moved in this little town of Southwest Florida, and I honestly hated it. 

Even after three years here, I was still sweating like a drug dealer being frisked and, wearing my normal blue uniform from the Police Department, has always been a pain. I liked living here; I just wish the heat liked me too.

But I digress.

So, as I was saying, it was a beautiful day. I had spent the whole morning on the phone with the chief of Police of Michigan who apprehended a criminal we have been pursuing for a long time now. The case wasn't in my jurisdiction anymore but I was glad that the dangerous man was no longer a threat to innocent, inoffensive women. 

Then, I had lunch with the Mayor as I was designated as the receiver of an important donation to the Police Department of our town, Naples. It was all just one smooth ride. Or so I thought...

As soon as I walked into the office, my grin disappeared when I found my partner waiting for me by the door, a scowl on his face. Nothing good could come out of Patrick Cherry when he has that look on: the one where he was barely containing himself from pulling out his gun and start shooting randomly. That sudden cramp in my stomach, already bringing bile to my throat and that made me regret not having brought my Tums with me, made me grimace at his words.

"Guess who is back in our jail today," he whistled between his teeth.

I tried to sigh but all I heard was a grunt coming out of my burning chest instead. I forced myself to take the time to get in my office and loosen the tie that was suddenly pressing so hard against my Adam's apple, it was suffocating me. I looked at the clutter on top of the mahogany desk without seeing it but clearly heard the door close after me. I didn't want to but I had to face him.

"Have you called her father yet?" I grunted again, the unpleasant state of my mood clouding my voice and Patrick's shoulders slumped lightly.

"She still doesn't want to give us his personal number over there and he left his regular cell at home." He sighed and thrust both his hands in his trousers' pockets.

"Well he did say that he didn't want to get bothered so he could enjoy his vacation," I murmured in a matter-of-fact way and rubbed both sides of my forehead. "All right, bring her in."

"Do you think it'll work this time?"

I glanced over at him and shrugged. "It doesn't hurt to try."

"What's her deal exactly!?" Patrick half-shouted.

Once again, I heard the same frustration I was feeling, surge out of him but I ignored it. Of course, I knew what her deal was and of course, I couldn't tell him since it would basically mean suicide for me; so I just shrugged. 

"Just bring her in," I replied, defeated and watched him walk out of my office.

As soon as he closed the door behind him, I slouched on the chair, my stare lost on the soft design of the light brown carpet on the floor. Funny how I've been spending a lot of time looking at this carpet since I took office to momentarily replace the chief of Police who had finally agreed to take a vacation after a full ten years of service. He had been gone for about two months now and I was the lucky one to have been chosen to fill his position until his return.

But to be honest, I felt less and less fortunate and would gladly give it away to Patrick or any other of the lieutenants eying the position if it meant not dealing with her. A long and heavy sigh ripped my throat to come out and I leaned my head on my hands contemplating the crap I was in. I could probably get out of it, I guess, but I wasn't even sure if I wanted to. 

Was it the danger? The excitement or just the best drunken after-glow feeling that ever hit my poor human mind that made me still believe that things will get fixed by themselves, just like magic?

But sadly, I just kept wishing-- no praying-- that I would wake up one day and realize that it was all a dream and that everything would go back to normal. The sad truth was I knew that every day that went by with me entangled in this, the worse it would get and the less chance I had to get out alive.

Especially with Chief so close to coming back. I snapped my head up at the thought. Oh fuck! I had to stop this. Way before Chief came back from the loud, turbulent and man-I-wish-it-was-me, Caribbean cruise he was on. Today! Yes, today was the day! I had to end this today.

Reassured and feeling strong by my decision, I straightened up and moved my hands quickly, looking for what God knows what and mostly trying to control the shaking of my hands. Why was I nervous? I could do this. I am a man. A 27 year-old man who was in charge of his life. Who had been honored as a hero by the city, on his first year of work, for closing down a prostitution ring servicing the area and having the best arrest records than most of these coffee drinkers and doughnuts eaters, scrammed outside the door.

"You can do this," I said to myself, pumping my chest and taking deep but short breaths just like we used to do jumping jacks in the academy before going to training. 

I smiled, feeling satisfied that it worked and got ready for whatever would soon, come through the door. But my confidence and my smile disintegrated immediately as my heart bounced uncontrollably against my chest when the door finally opened and I saw her. 

I swallowed loudly, already feeling my throat dry as a leaf under a rude Autumn season, when I couldn't help running my eyes all over her body, checking her out. At this stage, I didn't even realize I was doing it anymore. It had become automatic, almost instinctive.

It seemed more and more difficult for me not to feel amazed by her since to me she always managed to look even more breathtaking than the previous time. I really, really liked to see her clad in those tight jeans that gave her frame even more curves than my poor heart could handle but I had to admit, that short black skirt that fitted her like a glove, leaving her naturally tanned legs for me to drool at, was the most sinful thing that I had seen in a while. 

She was a full shoulder shorter than I was, especially in those black straps gladiator sandals she was wearing but I could easily believe she was at least six foot something as her legs and thin body stretched out and was held straight like royalty.

Her red shirt hung nicely exactly where it was needed, without however revealing too much but I could describe the color of her round and perky nipples, and how firm and bouncy her breasts were, with my eyes closed. They were imprinted in my memory as information was on a computer chip. And of course, the logical step that my stupid brain followed was to kindly send signals down in my pants and step aside, while letting the pumping and twitching idiot between my legs take control of my mind and turn me into a complete horny bastard.

As the incompetent I became, I just sat there, looking at her walk in and stand in front of my desk without knowing the first word I should say to her. But miraculously, my eyes finally shifted from her chest to her face and I caught the satisfied smirk lifting the corner of her red painted lips and I jumped out of my chair, buttoning my suit's jacket around me to hide my bulge. There was no way I was giving her the satisfaction that I was completely charmed by the sexy outfit she wore just to drive me crazy.

"Miss Dumas," I saluted her, bobbing my head, but not offering her a handshake like I should have. I was certain that touching her, even her hand, was not a good idea at the moment.

"Lieutenant." Her melodious voice seemed to echo around me and I scratched my throat again, resisting the desire to remove my tie that was suffocating me. "How are you today?"

I tried to ignore her beautiful smile and raised my chin to at least appear confident and aloof. I could see Patrick standing behind her and forced myself to talk with suave and control, for his sake, but mostly, to hide what was really happening in my chest and inside my blue polka dotted briefs.

"Well, I was having a good day until I heard that you were visiting our jail once again."

She chuckled in that wonderful manner of hers; like she knew something very important that I didn't and shook her long loose black curls on her back after putting a hand on her right hip and popping it on the side.

"Don't worry, Lieutenant," she whispered so low that I thought I was the only one able to hear. "I have a feeling that your day's about to get much better than good."

Patrick uncomfortably scratched his throat behind her and pulled one of the small chairs in front of the desk, offering it to her. "Why don't you have a seat, Miss Dumas?"

Another chuckle, this time addressed to Patrick. "You guys want to play good cop, bad cop again?"

"We just think that a little chat with you is yet again needed, Miss Dumas," he said with a patronizing voice. "Since it seems that you still can't understand what we've been trying to tell you so far."

"Oh, believe me! I got your message loud and clear," she smirked before looking back in my eyes again. "I just like to come visit you... boys."

"Please just sit down, Miss." Patrick sighed, shaking his head and putting the chair right behind her.

"Oh please, Pat!" She rolled her eyes while sitting down, crossing one long leg atop the other. "My father is not around; you can drop the formalities now."

I was aware of the little banter going back and forth between Patrick and the gorgeous woman in front of me but I was glad that my partner had decided to take upon the bad cop role as I couldn't do it this time, my eyes fixated on the view in front of me. He stood straight, legs slightly parted and hands on his hips, his gray jacket's sides lifted, to reveal his gun secured in the holster on his right side. He reminded me of those police officers in the eighties movies, and I would have laughed if I could only do something else, than stare at those damn legs.

Yes I admit it. I am that guy. I like legs... a lot. Not the overly worked out and muscled ones that reminded me of a female body builder on steroids. That was actually a total turn-off for me. No, I liked them legs to be feminine, sexy and shaved with the right amount of moisturizer so that my hand ran smoothly over them. I liked to feel hard little muscles nicely spread evenly under my touch, displaying how toned they were. I liked the ankles to be round, small and delicate enough so that I can hold them with only one hand. I liked the little toes short, but lean, and freshly painted; essentially just like hers in every way.

I have had the chance to meet a lot of nice legs over the course of my short young life, but never before had I met with ones that were as perfect as hers. And believe me, I speak as a connoisseur; her legs were perfect. I could spend hours just touching, kissing, licking and nibbling on her legs and toes without tiring myself. 

Sometimes, she would push me or give me a good kick to bring me down from the cloud her legs always sent me on. And feeling them tighten around my waist when we're having sex was definitely the most amazing feeling in the world. She would get me on the craziest, wildest rides and I would always have to hold on with white knuckles.

So, for me to stand here, right in front of her, after spending the last five days running away from her, was just torture. My dick twitched furiously inside my pants as I was watching her foot gently balancing front and back, her delectable French manicured toes calling me out to just grab them and kiss them fiercely.

No, stop. Stop it, Joe! You have to end this, remember? That's why you have been making up all these bogus excuses to stay away from her for the last few days. She is your boss' daughter for God sakes. You have to get out under her spell, man up and... "Be a man".

"But that's why she keeps on getting herself arrested each time you try to get rid of her," a little evil voice chimed in my mind. "Just so that she can seduce you and get you right back in her webs of lust and unbelievable sweetness."

And each and every time, I always find myself fantasizing about her. Every. Damn. Time.

"Milton, what do you think of the plan?"

I blinked when Patrick's voice reached my fogged and confused mind and I scratched my throat, trying very hard to guess what the hell he was talking about. One part of me was mad at him for pulling me out of my fantasy world while the other, was ready to kiss him for taking my mind and stare off the enchantress in front of me.

"Well." I scratched my throat again. At this rate, I was sincerely expecting him to ask me to see a doctor about some throat infection that I might have. "Um, I think that... a little more... details would be..."

"What details?" Patrick interjected, looking at me like he would a crazy person. "What are you talking about?"

A single drop of sweat went down my spine. Shit. I had no other choice than to play stupid.

"What are you talking about?" I asked bluntly, looking at him straight in the eyes.

A melodious giggle rose in the room and we both looked at the woman sitting in the chair, laughing her heart out, her head leaned down on her chest. Wait. Was she making fun of me? Big mistake, Missy! She had just stroked my ego the wrong way.

"Would you mind telling us what's so funny, Miss Dumas?" I asked her dryly. "Do you think it's funny to break the law? I'm certain your father will not find it so amusing."

Yeah, that's right! I was the bad cop again. Go, Joe! I had just finished patting my back when Marley only snorted, full of assurance.

"We all know that my father will never hear about this," she batted her long, thick eyelashes at me. "Just like the time before this... and the time before that and the one before that..." She let her voice die slowly in the room.

"This is not a game, Marley," Patrick said with a firm voice as if lecturing a five year old kid. "You are the chief's daughter. You have to set a good example."

"Well, then book me," she answered quietly, innocently. "I'm sure my father will be very happy to know that one of his officers, have tarnished his only child's good reputation. I'm sure that said officer would get a pat on the back and a promotion." She shrugged and ran her fingers in her hair, placing the strands behind her ears. "And my uncle, the judge, will be more than happy to assign me some community service."

I bit my lips not to laugh at her audacity. Sometimes I was prone to believe that she had more balls than I did. We could never officially arrest her. She knew that, we all knew that. And that only meant bad news for me.

"Then I think my plan would work perfectly fine," Patrick replied fiercely. "Twenty four hours in our jail with no special treatment. That's exactly what I'm going to give you if you don't stop this insanity."

Oh, so that's what he was talking about!

"Will Lieutenant Milton keep an eye on me in my cell?" She asked with a little voice. "Or better yet, join me?" A playful smile grazed her lips, while her piercing brown eyes met with mine and hell, if I could refrain from blushing.

I felt Patrick's confused stare shifting between the two of us and I scratched my throat. Oh, crap! I had to stop doing that. There was no way Patrick could be this oblivious.

"I think it's a very good plan," I nodded, hoping that I looked and sounded as authoritative as I was aiming for. "And like you said, your father will never know about it."

She tilted her head on the side and licked her lower lip before pursing the two adorable fleshy folds into one. Oh no, don't give me that sad puppy face, baby!

"But I didn't do anything to deserve any of that," she mewled.

"You ran over the speed limit and wouldn't stop your car when Gerard signalled you to." Patrick answered, obviously not biting into her trap. Thank God he was here to do the talking because I was a goner. She looked so cute with that little pout. All I wanted right now was to gently bite and kiss that lower lip.

"I needed to use the restroom," she answered with her shoulders going up. "It was urgent. Do you have any idea how difficult it is for us women at a certain time of the month?"

"That's not an excuse, Marley."

"Tell it to mother nature."

"How about the day before yesterday?" Patrick continued imperturbable. "You walked out of a store without paying."

"Oh!" She exclaimed, her eyes wide open. "It was one article at the bottom of the cart that I forgot about. It was the cashier's job to verify the cart was all empty." She sat back in her chair and crossed her hands over her chest. "I should probably sue them for that."

"And the day before that when you..."

"Are you really going to name every little mistake I've made, Pat?"

"If that's what it takes to make you stop," Patrick shrugged. "Besides, we all know they're not mistakes. You're doing it on purpose to get arrested, but why, Marley? Why are you doing all of this? Do you really want to go to jail?"

Our stare immediately connected and we looked at each other for a long time before she smiled so tenderly, and made my heart race at lightning speed in my chest.

"If that's what it takes," she whispered, her eyes lovingly looking at me. Why was she being so obvious? Of course I wanted her, but this was my job! My livelihood, damn it!

A warm fuzzy feeling invaded my lower tummy, spreading throughout all my body, touching my skin and my cheeks, leaving me hot and burning as a log being consumed in a chimney. My hands became suddenly wet while my throat was going back to its very dry state. But that didn't have anything to do with the physical need that was still lingering in my veins. No, it was something else. Something I always felt each time she looked at me with such adoration in her eyes.

I didn't know what this feeling was; I didn't want to know what this feeling was. All I knew was that both my hands turned into fists not to run to her and cradle her in my arms; place her head on my chest and nurse her like a little child, just to reassure her that she didn't have to do all of that just to get my attention. Tell her that I was sorry for keeping my distance all this time. That I was just scared that if we kept on going on with our dangerous relationship, I might fall in love with her and God knows what her father could do to me.

"Joe, can I talk to you outside for a moment?"

I nodded nervously to Patrick, glad that he broke yet again the tension rising in the room and tried to dry my throat by swallowing but it only hurt like a bitch. I heard Marley sigh heavily and put her head down, her fingers intertwined on her laps, apparently fascinating her. I forced myself to follow my partner outside, barely resisting taking her in my arms.

"Are you fucking her?"

Patrick hit me as soon as I closed the door behind us. I was expecting him to catch on sooner or later but didn't think he would be so blunt. Well, at least he had the tact to whisper. Although our little head-to-head seemed to draw all the stares of our fellow comrades in the PD hall, all the same. I quickly weighed my options.

I could confirm and beg him on my knees to keep it between us. Or deny and keep on sweating each time she got herself arrested to be able to see me. Decisions, decisions. Deny, deny, deny.




A Beautiful Day



"What the hell are you talking about?" I chose to play the offended victim and I swear I heard my nanny turn in her grave. Sorry, grandma. "How can you even ask me that?" I added just for good measure.

"Because I strangely felt like I was a third wheel in there and that you two needed some privacy or something," he replied, his brows scrunching while his head tilted towards the door hiding Marley from our view.

'Then maybe you should have had the decency to leave.' I thought, containing myself just in time from rolling my eyes at him. But I just chuckled. "That's the heat getting to your head, man."

"I hope so," he let out between his teeth. "Because she is the commissioner's daughter. Your boss. And I shall remind you that he does not want any one from the force to get even at one foot near his daughter."

This time, I really couldn't help from rolling my eyes. Here we again. How many times have I heard those stories again?

"The last uniform who tried to date her is now living in Texas, drilling the desert," he continued, oblivious of my I-don't-care attitude. "And two years ago, he found her having dinner with the last chief of detectives and we still haven't found out where he's living now." He stopped talking to look around him suspiciously before talking even lower than before. "But word is, he is not living anywhere to tell the tale, if you catch my drift."

I sighed and bit the inside of my mouth. There were so many stories in the same calibre about how protective of his daughter the Chief was and apparently, he did not back out of anything to keep her from dating one of our own. I have to admit that was one of the main reasons why I wanted to know her so much. I wanted to find out the truth behind all of these stories. It was only after the second time we slept together that she finally told me how her mother had died after being caught in a trap that was intended to kill her father. 

After that, Chief had done everything he could to put and keep her in a safety bubble. He never got over his deceased wife and thinks that keeping her daughter from dating a cop was the best way to keep her away from any potential danger associated with the job.

Now don't get me wrong; I really believed that all those stories about men suddenly disappearing or suddenly moving to other states to do some type of hard labour were nothing but pure urban legends to scare us away. But I've witness Chief's unbelievable actions when he was mad before and seeing every uniform running and staying away from Marley, were not to put me at ease. I mean, there had to be some truth behind it, right?

But true or not, when you live in a town that barely figured on the US map, I doubted that your disappearance would make national news. My parents would probably come and look for me but what solid base would they have? And besides, I have worked hard to be where I was professionally and I was not letting some girl ruin all my chances to reach my goals. Not even for her yummy little toes. Now, if only my heart and my dick could get the memo and get on board with the plan.

"I appreciate the concern, man." I tried to sound confident to reassure Patrick. "But that girl would be too hard maintenance for me to handle." I pressed my lips together, imitating a smile and it seemed to work as he finally bobbed his head and breathed easier. "Now, what are we going to do about her?"

He shrugged. "Like I said, we can always let her sleep in the jail cell for a few hours. The guys won't say anything to Chief and she will understand that we're not playing her game anymore."

Ouch. Was he serious? "Isn't that a little too harsh, man?" I put a hand on his shoulder and added before he could talk again. "Let me talk to her in private for a moment." He looked at me suspiciously and I smiled again. Hey, it was a worth a try! "The both of us talking to her has not worked so far, let me handle her. Then, if she still keeps on doing it, then we'll reconsider the jail plan."

Way before he opened his mouth, I knew he would say no but I swear that there was something greater than us at work there as a voice called him out at the same moment, to take care of some important business. I insisted that he went and after a few seconds of hesitation, he promised to come back rapidly and I scratched the back of my head nervously, watching him walk away. 

I turned, took a deep breath before walking in, praying that whatever little something that helped me get rid of Patrick would help me again to get through to her and break up with her once and for all. It was easy, really. I just had to make sure that I didn't look at her, smell her or even hear the sweet little connotations of her voice and sexual innuendos hidden in everything she would say. It's not like she made it a priority to seduce me, knowing exactly what made me melt like a roasted marshmallow on a fire. Yeah, right! I had to laugh at myself there.

She had kept her head down, probably thinking that Patrick was still with me and I walked very fast to get my position back behind my desk, putting a barrier between us. She was dangerous when I was alone with her. She finally raised her head to look at me and frowned when she didn't see Patrick to finally smile, looking at me again. Shit, I know that smile. And it was deadly 

"I hope you realize how serious this is, Miss Dumas," I said firmly, keeping in mind that I had to be the bad cop this time, whether I wanted it or not. "You are playing a dangerous game and ..." My eyes shifted to her lips: full, red, tasteful and so inviting. Focus! "Commissioner Dumas will be furious once he's back and he learns about..."

"I told you that my father will never know," she interjected seductively but I ignored the fact that she was talking about a very different matter.

"You are putting us here in a very bad position..." She shifted in her chair and uncrossed her legs, sliding down on her butt and ... oh my Lord! I thought I did notice earlier, while drooling and fantasizing over her legs, that she didn't have any panties on. 

Another river of sweat ran down my spine and I swallowed. I hate that damn weather getting so unexpectedly hot even when we had the AC on. "And... um..." What was I saying?

"We can always try new positions if you prefer," she cooed, sliding a lean finger on her right thigh while the two divine members were playing a sick game of opening and closing, each time giving me a generous peek of the uncovered paradise hiding in between her legs. "You know I never refuse you anything. I just needed to see you, Joe."

It took me some time to realize that the drumming sound deafening me was actually my poor heart beating so loud. Great, now my forehead was sweating too.

"Miss Dumas, please refer to me as Lieutenant Milton." I was pushing it, I know, but I had to pretend --at least to myself for another minute-- that I could resist her.

This time, she only sent me an explicit smile and boy, the memories that came running through my mind of some particular times I had ordered her to call me like that! They all involved shackles, sexy lacy lingerie and always ended with her legs wrapped around my waist.

My brains sent me a desperate signal for help but it was already too late. I was already drowning and my pulsing dick was the only buoy I could lean on to stay afloat. I gasped at the warmth in my body... well... getting warmer and removed my jacket. What a mistake! I should have known that it would have been like a message to her to move in and hit me with the final blow.

"Are you all right, Lieutenant Milton?" She quickly stood up and came around the desk. The red alert button in my head blinked even faster but what else could I do? She had already won. "You look flustered. Why don't you sit down?"

I tried to resist her very delicate --but commanding-- hands pushing me down to sit in my chair but again, it was all futile. I had no idea when exactly she straddled me but shivered badly when her lips landed on my neck, licking the sweat that had settled there.

"Marley, no. Not here." I managed to whisper right before she sucked in the skin in her mouth, making me take a deep breath inward through my teeth.

"Well, you won't let me see you anywhere else," she replied with her lips sewing kisses on my neck and I closed my eyes, feeling drunk.

"Baby, you have to stop." I moaned when she bucked her body on my hard cock and my mind immediately registered that only my clothes were preventing our organs to touch.

But she didn't stop, now nibbling at my earlobe, and I found my hands going up her smooth thigh to grab her butt. She giggled when I squeezed it and I smiled, always finding it cute how she wasn't ticklish where usual people were-- you know, on the side of the ribcage or under the feet-- but that squeezing her butt would always send her into a fit of laughter.

"The door is not locked." I suddenly remembered but strangely, I found myself saying it like there wasn't anything wrong with that. Why wasn't I panicking? Did she drug me or something?

"Isn't it exciting to know someone could just walk in on us?"

I gasped when she ground her heat unto me while her hand was sliding inside my shirt. So warm, so gentle and... shit. What she said finally registered through my mind and I held her shoulders, pushing her away.

"Marley, no," I said firmly... or at least the nearest version of that. "Not here."

"Have dinner with me tonight," she replied, without missing a beat.

"I can't. I told you that we cannot be seen in public."

"So come to my house and we'll order take out. Or let me come to your place."

"Are you crazy?" I almost shouted at her.

I live in a one bedroom apartment located in a small apartment complex with three other police officers and there was no way the Chief's daughter could come over without them seeing her. No, my place was out of question. Her place was... doable, if we played it right. But we always had to make sure that her nosy neighbours weren't peeking through the blinds. Our favourite and most usual place to meet and just be together was a few miles from here at a private island; away from her father's watchful eye, gossiping old ladies and curious co-workers.

"All right," she conceded. "Spend next week-end with me then."

"I can't," I still declined. "I have to work."

"You suck," she said furiously, her face coming near mine. "You leave me no choice; I will have to take what I want, here."

"Oh, fuck! Stop it!" I lamely fought with her for a few minutes before I was finally able to keep her hands in mine and prevent her from pulling my dick out. "You have got to stop, okay? This can't go on between us any longer. I can't afford to lose my badge or my life, Marley."

I did my best to keep my voice lowered but the coldness came out harshly and it pained me to see her lower lip tremble like she was about to cry. But I held strong.

"Your father will be coming back soon, if he finds out about us..." I shook my head, trying to make it all sound so much sinister than I actually believe they were. "I can't see you anymore, Marley."

Her lips came up to a straight line under her anger that was shining in her beautiful copper eyes. She had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. They were direct, sincere and I always liked to dive into them right before I plunged the erotic edge her body would send me over. No, no focus! Focus!

"Then, I'll see you," she whistled though gritted teeth. "I'll come here every day if I have to. I'll rob every freaking store in this fucking town, if that's the only way I can see you, Joseph Milton."

What? Was she stupid or something? I most definitely was not worth her jeopardize her life like that for me. I knew she liked excitement but that was just plain wrong. I couldn't let her ruin both our lives like that.

"This is not right, Marley and you know it," I tried to reason with her.

"Then do what's right by me, Joe," she replied immediately. "Be with me like I deserve."

"Why?" I finally snapped, forgetting about keeping it quiet. "Why, huh? Why are you doing all this? Why me?"

"Because it's you!" She shouted back, looking at me with teary eyes. "Because, it's you," she strangled and I followed with my eyes, one tear rolling down her cheek.

My chest inflated, filling up like a balloon with my heart hammering painfully in my ribcage. Every single nerve in my body seemed to become alive, my fingers itching and my body quivering. I couldn't hear, I couldn't think. I could only see and feel. Her lips trembling, trying to minimize her sobs, her eyes injected with red lines from probably burning with the tears; her black hair partly hiding her face and that single tear that reached her chin while others were piling up, ready to fall down as well.

She fought me to free her hands that I was still holding, probably to run away from me or to be able to hide her tears, but I didn't let her. I pulled her closer to me so I could receive the tear that was just escaping her eye on my fingertip. Others quickly followed that I didn't have time to catch and flooded her face but I held her near me, my mouth so close to hers, I could feel her ragged breath brush my lips.

And that strange feeling again, tearing deep inside my guts. My heart that made me want to kill myself for making her cry. My hands trembled, my voice unable to get across my lips under her gaze on me, piercing through me, devouring my soul and taking every little bit of anger, fear or resentment I had towards our relationship. I wanted her, every single, tiny part of her: with all her beauty, all of her flaws. I wanted her. And not just to spend a week-end making love to her or worshiping her legs. I wanted her.

Was it her or me? Who cares? It didn't matter who kissed the other first. All that mattered was that we were now kissing breathlessly, sucking the air out of each other and our tongues fighting for dominance. Her hands were gripping tightly at my shirt and my arm went around her waist bringing her to me to hold her tightly. To the point where I was just sure I was cutting her breath.

I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted my hands all over her at the same time, my tongue to go deeper in the depth of her mouth, her body closer to mine and a twirling sensation spiralled maniacally inside of me, swallowing my heart just like the Bermuda triangle would with a ship. I felt her shiver in my arms and my body responded right back, shivers sprinkling all over my skin. We moaned together when her hands found their way behind my neck and in my hair while at the same time, I was kissing her neck and taking in her sweet perfume.

But she yelped when I disgracefully let her fall flat on her ass the second I heard a knock on the door. And it was just in time as the door was being pushed open and I just had time to roll my chair forward, pushing her a little more under the desk, that Patrick was stepping inside the room. Frantically, I tried to fix my tie with one hand and my shirt with the other, trying to look as natural as I could possibly pull off, but his suspicious looks didn't get over my head.

"Where's Marley?" He asked with doubt in his voice, still looking at me as if he knew that she was sitting right between my legs under the desk.

"She..." I squeaked and had to stop to clear my throat. Oh boy! "She had to use the restroom or something."

All right. I felt proud of myself for talking with a normal voice. I could do this. 

I shook my right foot under the table, trying to remove the small hand crawling under my trousers leg and running on my skin. I cursed under my breath when Patrick sat down heavily in the chair right in front of me. Okay, okay do not panic. It's not like she would dare molesting me right there when she knew Patrick would... Fuck! I jumped in my chair when her hand left my leg to go directly up on my thigh. Nooo! She wouldn't!

"Are you all right?" Patrick gave me one of those sideways looks known to cops and I swallowed, feeling my Adam's apple jolt in my poor abused throat.

"Yeah," I nodded almost too quickly. "Just a cramp."

He laughed. "Those longs hours sitting behind this desk are already getting to you, man?" He stretched his hands and I cringed at the weird noise of his bones cracking. "But don't get too comfortable though. Chief will be here sooner than we think."

I chuckled nervously and kept the grunt forming in my throat in check. Now, see, I wasn't really one to moan or talk during sex. I was rather very quiet. Mostly because I really feed and get off more when I hear my lady moan and scream under me but also, I always imagined that I would sound silly. 

But somehow with Marley, I always surprised myself to be the one making the loudest and strangest noises, sometimes having her put her hand on my mouth to shut me up if we were having a quickie in a place where we easily could be discovered.

So, when I felt her hand slowly sliding up and down my throbbing shaft through my pants, my first thought wasn't how can I stop her, but how will I be able to shush my embarrassing noises from the man sitting across me? And... cue the cold sweats.

"I'm telling you, dude." Patrick was saying carelessly, his head leaned back on his crossed hands. "That girl is trouble." I assumed he was talking about Marley and I nodded sheepishly.

'You have no idea, my friend,' I thought within myself.

I slowly glided my hand down to remove hers from my crotch and prevent her from pulling my zipper down but I jumped again when she bit me. God, she fucking bit me. Not hard, just enough that I was so much more aroused! I panicked and glanced over at Patrick but he was still lost in his talk, his head now leaned back and eyes closed. I took the opportunity to look down and glared at her under the desk and mouthed 'no' to her. But she just smiled playfully before pursing her lips at me, sending me a silent peck.

"But I've never really seen her act like that." I swung my head up at Patrick who was looking at me and I nodded in agreement. "It's like she has an agenda or something. I wonder if it is to piss her father off."

'Right now, dude, she's just pissing me off.' I thought again right before my skin crawled when she finally got me out and began to stroke my length gently, making me pulse in her warm hand. Oh. My. God.

"I pity the man who will fall in love with her," Patrick sighed sadly and I took the opportunity to sigh as well, but for oh so different reasons! "She will be a handful and so damn unpredictable..."

"I have no doubt!" I managed to mumble and bit my lip furiously when the tip of her tongue licked away the pre-cum that had leaked from my cock. My fingers desperately sought out for something to hold on to, knowing that the ride she was going to give me would be wild, and grabbed a pencil. Marvellous! Something I can hurt myself with.

Well maybe I could use it to beat down my cock and force it to go to its flaccid state because somehow, I had never felt so fucking aroused in my life. The only thought of having her suck me off while my partner was sitting right across from me was enough to make me shoot my load. Whoever said that having sex while someone was watching was awesome, only said half the truth; it was fucking amazing.

My hand turned into fist and covered my mouth when she deep-throated me, her warm canals surrounding every beating part of my harden flesh. Fuck, I can't breathe...

"... Although, she really is a beauty."

Wait, was Patrick still talking? I felt my toes curl inside my shoes when she pulled me out of her mouth before sliding right back down, her hand pulling my balls out as well and gently squeezing them. I closed my eyes and heard the pencil break in my hand.

"Joe? Hey, dude!" I quickly opened my eyes and let go of the broken pencil to hold on to the edges of the table. "Are you all right, man?"




A Beautiful Day



"Yeah." My voice had never been so fucking hoarse. "Uh!" I couldn't suppress this one and Pat looked at me even funnier than he ever did. Great, now he will really question my sanity. But a light bulb managed to shine above my head, momentarily illuminating my deeply-lost-in-pleasure mind. "Just... my ulcer, man."

Yup, that was perfect. Everyone knew that I suffered from that and often had some serious episodes. Blame it on the ulcer. I brought my hand on my chest and felt happy to let out a groan as she was just grazing my sensitive tip with her teeth. I looked down to look at my hand on my chest and my eyes met with hers instead. She winked at me right before taking me deep in her throat again and I almost passed out, grunting louder than I wanted.

"Fuck, you really don't look good, man." I heard Patrick say with concern.

'Motherfucker, get out!' The frustrated voice in my head shouted. Only I could hear it but frankly, why couldn't he just leave and let me enjoy my fucking mind blowing blowjob? She ... oh... was going faster and ... fuck! So close! No! No, I had to hold it off. Think about... Oh!

"Stay there man, I'll get you the onsite nurse."

Say what?

"Pat, no," I shouted, throwing my hand over the desk to stop him and refrained from standing up, remembering that my dick would be pointing at him and most likely shooting straight at him. Now that, would be embarrassing. "I'll be fine," I stammered, using my foot to push Marley away as much as I could. But she was a sucker-- no pun intended-- and kept on sucking my penis' tip and squeezing my balls.

"I just need a couple of Tums and I'll be as good as new." I wiped away the sweat getting in my eyes before I opened my bottom drawer, rummaging through it frantically while praying that I still had a bottle of the antacids left there. But just as my fingers touched the bottle, I had another lighting idea. "Shit, I can't find it," I cursed, a little too dramatically, maybe? "Would you mind go get me a new bottle?" I asked, hopeful that I would finally get some privacy.

"Of course!" He stood up and I exhaled. But he turned around. Shit. "Where?"

You have got to be kidding me. "A drugstore," I gasped out again.

"Right." I smiled when he reached the door and grunted again when he turned around. Again. "Which one?"

Okay, is he serious? Or does he specifically know that I had a hot, burning, aching orgasm that was sitting right there in my loins, tugging at my balls, begging to be released while Marley, who knew me so well and knew where my G-spot was and was enjoying abusing it with her tongue just to have the sick pleasure of seeing me cum in front of my partner? Did they plan this? Did they wake up this morning and plotted together on the best way to torture me?

"Just. Choose one." My voice was even hoarser than before. "Really, there's hundreds of them, pick one. But just go!"

"Right." He nodded. "Don't die on me, all right. I'll be quick."

I wanted to shout at him to take all his time but didn't want to sound crazy again and just wished that he got a flat tire or something. I let out my breath that I was holding all along when the door finally closed behind him and rolled my chair back, looking down at this devil of a woman sucking my sanity out of my dick. I let my head drop back, closing my eyes and finally let my moans and pants go out as freely as they wanted, while keeping the volume down to a minimum.

I was plunging, going further down the deep whirlpool of pleasure, faster and faster at each stroke of her skilful hand on my balls, each passing of her tongue on my G-spot. I could already see the light, the glory and all the archangels sing as my load got out of my balls, traveled through the veins on my cock to get to my slit, ready to be spilled in her throat. So, fucking close. When she pulled me out and released me.

"What the...?" I quickly looked down at her again, my chest heaving, my breath uneven. 

Instinctively, I immediately grabbed her head to pull her down on me again to find relief before I went right down insane, but she moved her head away from my hand.

"Go lock the door," she said and I blinked stupidly. She rolled the chair away and tried to stand up. "Go lock the door." She said again, this time saying the words slowly as if talking to a child and it finally clicked with me.

We didn't have a lot of time before someone else would require my attention, or before Patrick would run back with a bottle of antacids that I didn't need. So it was with hunger and unreleased desire that I pulled her up to sit on my desk and ravaged her mouth with a flaming kiss. She gave out a cry that I swallowed deep in my throat as I roughly opened her legs to step in between them; I was craving her so freaking much. I still had some unsatisfied hunger within me from the unfinished blowjob but I knew this was different. That craving was my instincts talking, commanding me to take her and leave her breathless and satisfied under me. It was an animal instinct to be the male alpha and ravage her. It was simple, basic and unstoppable.

So I kissed, teased her, sucked, tortured and extracted gasps and moans from her that she was fighting to keep down or swallow. My teeth nibbled at a hard nipple and enveloped her body in my arms as she bucked unto me, burying her aching breast deeper in my mouth. Her trembling fingers soon found my butt and I groaned like the animal that I had become when she scraped my skin with her nails in her quest to hold on to something.

But she only excited me even more, my body heat shooting through the roof and an intense desire running freely in my veins. I bucked my hips furiously in her hand as she found my virility again; stroking me very hard and I couldn't wait anymore. My hands fumbled to pull her skirt up and my fingers were inside her, feeling her. Testing her to see how ready she was for me, how willing she was to accept my raw, plain form inside of her.

Her nails were now digging on my shoulders and she started to writhe under my touch, deep breathless gasps leaving her mouth. Her hands fought to undo my belt and when she finally pulled my pants down, I shook my hips gently, forcing them to pool at my feet. I don't know when she had slipped her ass down so that my jumping cock rested against her entrance but I grabbed myself and rubbed the head against her wetness, probing with gentle strokes, watching her closely and waiting for that perfect moment to thrust in and make her lose complete control.

"Joe, baby." Oh, God! I loved when she whispered my name with need like that. Her hand went down to my butt and she tried to push me in while sliding her ass further down to take me but I resisted. "Come on. We don't have a lot of time." She cried furiously, her head rolling around desperately.

But I was enjoying this too much. Who was the weak one now, Missy? I nibbled on her ear and my free hand found a nipple to play with.

"Oh, God!" She gasped, as I tweaked and pulled on it; harder that I had intended, but it only seemed to make her wetter.

"God is unavailable right now," I whispered in her ear and I felt her shiver even more. "Maybe I can help you." I rubbed my cock harder against her and settled my tip right in the middle of the outer lips of her entrance. "Tell me what you want."

"You, Joseph!" She grabbed my face with both hands and her lips came next to mine. "Always you. All of you. All the time."

The beast woke up inside of me again, roaring, with that throat clogging feeling that I got accustomed to and I furiously grabbed her waist, bringing her hips down and shoved my dick deep inside of her up to the hilt in only one ravaging thrust. Once again, I swallowed her cry in my mouth, letting her scar me with her nails across my broad back and shoulders. I could feel her walls beating, protesting against the brutal intrusion and I wanted nothing more than to stay still and give her time to adjust but... 

"Damn!" I groaned, eyes closed, feeling my hips moving on their own. I pulled her perfectly sculpted legs up to wrap around me, her heels pressing on my ass and a long, deep moan made my throat tremble as it got out, my head leaned back and eyes closed.

I couldn't think, I couldn't hear, see or even get some control. I was on autopilot, feeling every single part of her, stretching and opening to make way for me to fill her; surrounding me, accepting my dominance. Once again I let my most basic, primal instincts take control and my hands found her hips to lift, bring down on me and lift again. The next one a little higher and rougher than the previous, my hips moving harder, faster, soon going on overdrive.

"Joe..."

Her strangled cry forced me to open my eyes and quickly grabbed her face from the crook of neck that she had nestled there to stifle her moans and pants. I covered her lips with my own just in time to shush her scream as she came undone in my arms, shattering right in front of me as she frenziedly tried to hold on to my neck. But our lips stayed connected as my own growl followed when her orgasm milked mine out of me, bathing her insides with my essence.

I crumbled, spent but satisfied, the beast finally put to sleep as our bodies slowly nursed back to peace, still hugging each other. I relished in that after-glow where she would hold me so tightly and her head resting so quietly against my chest, listening to the drumming on my heart. God, I loved this. I managed to lift her up and sat down on one of the chairs in front of my desk, nestling her on my laps.

Patrick could be here any minute. I grunted out of annoyance and looked down at the beauty lying quietly in my arms. Her face had a certain glow, showing how satisfied and content she was. Her lips were bruised and swollen, with the lipstick half gone and the other half probably covering my own lips and neck. I was captivated by her and her loveliness, the natural glow that enveloped her. Her eyes moved under her eyelids and my heart skipped a beat when her thumb slowly stroked the back of my neck. My breath itched and I leaned my cheek on the side of her forehead, eyes closing on their own.

And I felt it again. But this time, my body wasn't pulsing, just my heart. As if it was swelling and wanted to explode to finally bust out of my chest. I wanted her more than ever but didn't feel like taking her. Not physically or sexually, just raw emotion. I wanted her mind, her thoughts and her being. I wanted to swallow it down, fight to make it disappear but the feeling persisted, leaving my chest to settle on my lips.

"I love you."

I smiled when she gasped and raised her head from my chest to look at me. I used my hand to remove her hair sticking up to her face and reveal her surprised look, tears shimmering in her eyes again. But something told me that this time, they were happy tears and I felt proud of these ones now, loving seeing them. She looked so young and fragile with less make-up. I wanted to keep her in my arms forever and never let her go, trapped within the comfort of my body, united forever.

What? Shit, was I being poetic now? Man, I knew falling in love would be trouble.

"Well, took you long enough."

I lifted my eyes on my beloved and sighed. Her tears had been replaced by twinkles.

"I'm not an expert or anything," I talked quietly, secretly liking the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "But aren't you supposed to say it back?"

She snorted and jumped down my legs. "Only when you deserve it," she said as she fixed herself the best she could. "And when I feel like saying it."

I rolled my eyes and grunted while standing to pull my pants up after I replaced myself back inside my briefs. I tucked my shirt in my pants before zipping me up. Fresh as new. Well, I will be. As soon as I removed all of her lipsticks stains on me. Let's hope I didn't get any on my shirt. But I doubted it.

"And I guess none of those conditions apply at the moment." I pulled out of my thoughts to ask.

"Not after you made me walk the dangerous path of being a criminal, just to be able to see you." She was acting all offended and I couldn't help but roll my eyes again. I knew this game all too well! "Do you know what I had to go through? You were just being cruel and mean. How could...?"

I spaced her out while fixing up my tie, not really wanting to hear her rambling. She could go on for days like that. Oh yeah, did I mention that she had her own little flaws? Besides, I need to continue this narrating stuff I got going on with you here. So where was I?

Oh, yes! I said it, didn't I? I love her. And it feels great to finally accept it and let it out. And even though she didn't say it back yet, I knew that she felt the same way I did. I mean, she went through all those crazy stuff just so she could see me when I refused to see her and wanted to break things off. She didn't get arrested four times just to get a good fuck. She could have gotten one from any other non-cop, very agreeing guys always courting her. No, she sought me out. She wanted me. That had got to be love, right?

Although with women, you can never be sure... Nah... but could she? Damn it!

I looked at her still talking, a smile on her face but still trying to look and sound all angry at me. Aw, how cute! I grabbed her wrist and she yelped when she landed against my chest and kissed her to shut her up once and for all.

"I love you," I said to her again, my eyes in hers and my heart pounding crazily. Please, say it back, please say it back.

She wriggled her nose and rolled her eyes. "I will not say it to you." I exhaled. Go figure. "But I will tell everyone about it. Starting with my father."

Her father! Crap.

The delightful flutter in my stomach quickly disappeared, leaving it aching very, very badly. Was that fear or just my ulcer acting up? But before I could say or do anything, she walked away from my embrace and I panicked, when she picked up the phone on my desk.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, as if talking with a normal voice would make it more real.

"Calling daddy," she answered with seriousness and when she put a finger on her lips ordering me to shut up, I swear that if I didn't lean on the desk, I would have collapsed.

"Hey Joe, open up!" Patrick knocked loudly on the door and I buried my face in my hands, ready to cry my eyes out. How could this day get any worse? "What's going in there? Joseph, are you okay in there?"

Maybe if I hit my heels three times, I would be transported to a much better place. Oh right! That was just a fucking crappy movie. And this, was my nightmare.

I heard the door open --of course, Marley had to open it!-- and I saw Patrick's eyes travel from me, Marley and the phone she was holding. Hum, which one do you think gave us away? My red lips smeared with lipstick or Marley's dishevelled hair and still swollen lips? Was the strong smell of sex, cum and sweat still stinking up the room? Not to mention both our wrinkled and dirty clothes. 

Or maybe he was just confused about why Marley was ordering him to stay quiet. Or even wondering why the clutter that was previously on my desk, was now on the floor... I guess I'll never know what he was thinking; anymore than what I was, for that matter.

"What hap...?" He started very slowly but Marley covered his mouth with her hand.

"Hi, daddy!" Her sweet and giggly voice rose in the office, happiness all over it. 

I did that, I thought proudly. I made her happy like that. Oh, for the love of God, Joseph, focus! Oh, that pain in my stomach again! 

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine thank you. You?" She answered politely. How freaking cute! "Oh, that's nice," she winked at me and I smiled. How could I smile at a time like this? I swear this girl drugged me.

Why wasn't I fighting with her to take the phone away from her? I mean, with Patrick's help, I was sure I could take her. But I didn't because deep inside, I was happy and relieved that Chief finally knew. Truly, I was proud and wanted both him and everyone in the world to know that she was mine and I hers. And having her telling him was the best thing ever. 

Not that he would cut my balls in a gentler way hearing from her instead of me, but here's my theory: the man is stuck in the middle of the ocean and won't be back for the next two weeks. That would give him more than enough time to digest the news and calm down... a little. Unless he phoned one of his powerful friends to pick him up in a chopper and come back here in two hours.

I am screwed. I grabbed the bottle of Tums Patrick was still holding and rapidly chewed on two round tablets, perfectly knowing that they would not ease that pain still gnawing at my guts.

"No, I don't need you here," Marley said firmly. "Stay and have fun with your new friend." She giggled before her face became all serious again. "But I have something important to tell you though." 

There you go. Can you feel the room getting smaller or is it just me? She took a deep breath and squealed very loudly. "Joe and I are in love."

I can't even... No, don't ask. I just filled my mouth with Tums. There. I'll die happy.

"Of course, it's not a joke!" She pouted and looked at me, chocking on my Tums. "No, I'm serious. I love him and he loves me." My poor, poor heart. Is that what a heart attack feels like? "No dad, I am serious. We have been going out for two months now and we love each other." 

Maybe I could ask Patrick to just shoot me right now. Did I call death upon me? Hell yeah! But I was way too absorbed in that half conversation that I was listening to, to even pay attention to what I was feeling anymore.

"No listen, dad, listen," she said fiercely, her face harden with determination.

Oh, how I loved that woman! So much passion and fire. And it was all for me. Okay, that did make me feel better. A little.

"No more, dad," she continued with the same tone. "If you do anything to hurt him or bring us apart, I swear that we'll elope to Vegas, have your grandchildren and you will never get to know them." A silence lingered. Gripped me at the throat. "Yes, dad. I will take your grandchildren away from you if you take the man I love away from me."

Okay, should I feel happy and grateful that she was as ruthless as her father, or should I be afraid? Grateful for now, most likely very afraid later, I decided.

"And I want you to give us your blessing," she said with her dimpled chin raised high. "Thank you. Yes, of course, Joseph is here with me." No, no, no. "Okay, bye daddy, I love you." She turned to me and grinned. "Daddy wants to talk to you."

Of course, he does! I thought. I literally felt my ears go behind my head. I shook my head to her, silently begging her not to give me the phone while mentally planning out the tasks I had to finish before I left for what I knew was my last day of work, and tried to disappear into a self made witness protection program.

I quickly calculated the distance to the door, planning my escape. And that's when I saw Patrick who was ready to blow up from all the efforts he was making to hide his hysterical laugh. Did I miss something? What was so fucking funny?

"I'll see you tonight. My place." I turned my head to Marley who was getting on her toes to kiss my cheek and once more, I begged her with my eyes. But she put the phone on my chest and put her lips near my right ear. "I love you too." Wonderful! Great timing, sweetheart! "Bye, Patrick!"

She closed the door behind her, leaving behind a hysterical, eye dripping tears Patrick... and me, ready to pass out, holding a phone from which I knew my death sentence would come from.

"Hello?" It would have probably helped if I had sounded manlier but in reality I was just happy he was on a phone and not in front of me.

"Milton." The stern, loud and very angry voice of my boss made my ear ring but I had to listen till the end. "I have no fucking idea what you've been doing while I was gone but I can assure that you will not get away with it. You've been dating my daughter for two fucking months? Going behind my back? How dare you? And now you love each other?"




A Beautiful Day



"Yes, sir," I thought smart to cut him there and answer. "I'm in love with your daughter and I would like..."

"What? Have my permission to break her heart? To put her in danger?"

"No, Sir. I would never..."

"You damn right you will never. Because if I even SUSPECT that you've broken her heart, if I see her cry ONE TIME, I will cut your balls myself, in tiny little edible pieces, boil them in salt water and eat them very slowly as an appetizer, do you fucking hear me?"

Okay, that was pretty descriptive and... scary. Thank God I didn't have to answer as he continued.

"I have a few friends in the Black Orps and believe me when I say that these men have been trained to cause maximum damage to your body with minimum..."

I put the phone down for a minute to grab another handful of Tums. It didn't really matter if my mouth was busy, I was just doing the listening here apparently, besides the threats would continue with variations on the same theme till for a bit I was sure.

"...give you my blessing. But I want you to understand first that I know a whole platoon of military men who are very fond of my daughter and they will not hesitate..."

Can he guess that I had put the phone down on the desk again? Let's see.

"...total denial. And only then, will I take your badge away from you. Is that fucking clear?"

Guess it was finally my turn to talk: "Yes, sir."

"Good. Now that's being said; welcome to the family." His voice was actually warmer? Wow! "Now tell me, what are your plans about my daughter? And I really hope that you are planning a proper marriage for her and not that 'eloping to Vegas' thing. What is it with you kids these days? And please tell me she's not pregnant. I will fucking make sure that you can never..."

I put the phone down again when his voice went back to the screeching sound. I put a finger under my tie to undo it and fell on a chair, completely ignoring Patrick who was ready to start rolling on the floor, suffocating with laughter. I took a deep breath before picking up the phone again. I had a feeling that it was going to be a long conversation.

Yep, it was a beautiful day. I got permission to be with my girl, didn't I?

~The End~



A Beautiful Day



Sara glanced out the window of the town car and noticed a man and a woman having sex on the sidewalk. They were both completely naked. The woman sat on a low concrete wall and the man was crouched in front of her, between her legs. Sara watched with wide eyes for a moment, captivated by the image of their bodies intertwined, moving against each other.

"So sorry for the delay," the driver said. "The traffic, these days, it's unbelievable. Too much new construction." 

Sara quickly turned away from the window and saw that the driver was looking at her in the rear view mirror. She must have looked guilty, because the driver glanced to the side. He noticed the couple having sex and chuckled.

"Oh yes," he said. "Your first time in Meleprija?"

"Yes, it is."

"I'm here now three years." His accent sounded like he came from somewhere in Eastern Europe. "You wouldn't believe you can get used to it, I know, seeing things like that. But, I find, I start to get used to it."

"I'd read about it but it's a different thing to see it." Sara glanced back just as the car started to move. She watched the couple until they passed out of view. Further up the block, she spied two naked women standing outside an apartment, smoking cigarettes.

"Not so much in the downtown. But the neighborhood I live, I see the sex all the time. No one cares. I tell you, I don't even notice anymore. I just walk by." The driver gestured at the two naked women. "The Melepria... it's how they are. The money doesn't change it."

Reminding herself that the town car had tinted windows, Sara peered at the two women as the car slowly drove by them. The women had the dark wavy hair and golden brown skin of the Melepria. They were both young, in their early twenties maybe, and they seemed completely oblivious to the fact that they were naked. Sara knew from what she'd read on the airplane that these women might spend the entire day that way. 

The driver said, "You'll see a lot of it today. Last two weeks has been rain, every day. But today, sun is shining. Today is beautiful day."

***

"Would you be able to fly to Meleprija next week?" Vicki had asked Sara.

"Sure," Sara answered immediately, not bothering to check her calendar. Since she'd broken up with Patrick three months before, her calendar was always clear. "For what?"

"Due diligence. The Kokaya Orchard deal. Everything is signed, but it depends on our evaluation of the trees. We want to fly you over there to check the quality."

"Okay." Sara nodded. "Just me? Or is Dr. Chen going also?"

Vicki shook her head. "Albert is in Amapa for six weeks. It's all he can do these days to stay on top of our agreements there. We need someone else in Meleprija. You've worked with Albert, you know what he looks for."

Sara nodded, keeping her face expressionless while inside she jumped up and down in excitement. She understood the opportunity she was being given. For five years, she'd worked as a botanist at TTX Energy Solutions, evaluating the sagana trees and the sap that was becoming so important in the manufacture of rechargeable batteries. Dr. Albert Chen had been her mentor when she first arrived at the company, but then the sagana industry exploded and he disappeared. He was in South America most of the time now, traveling to that narrow region where the sagana trees thrived. The company relied heavily on his judgment, and he had personally inspected and approved every sagana deal they had made.

Everyone knew Dr. Chen was stretched thin. They did business in Meleprija, Brazil, French Guiana. Dr. Chen was constantly on airplanes and in hotels, performing orchard inspections on deal after deal. It was becoming too much for one person, and the demand for sagana sap was only increasing.

If the company was offering to send Sara to Meleprija by herself, that meant that Dr. Chen had finally consented to share his responsibilities, and she had no doubt he had personally selected her for the task. That was a boost to the ego in itself. But Meleprija was also the company's largest sap provider. If she proved herself there, Sara realized might find herself solely responsible for approving all sagana purchases from the island nation. The idea was staggering.

Vicki gave her a moment to absorb the implications of the assignment. Then she said, "Have you ever been to Meleprija?"

"No. I've been to Brazil with Dr. Chen, but never Meleprija."

"I have." Vicki leaned back. "You should read what you can online, maybe buy a guide book. Prepare yourself before you go. It's an interesting place. A beautiful island, but some of their customs are different from what we're used to."

"Okay."

"They're pretty open-minded when it comes to sex. Are you aware of that?"

Sara tried to suppress a smile. "I've heard some things."

"It's a cultural thing. A hundred years ago, they were barely aware of the modern world. Fifty years ago, they were farmers, selling sagana sap for hand lotions. Did you know that's what they used sagana sap for back then? Hand lotions?"

"Yes, I know."

"Oh, of course you do. I forgot who I'm talking to." Vicki waved her hand. "Twenty years ago, the Melepria all hit the lottery when sagana sap turned out to be the key to the energy revolution. Now they have huge houses, expensive cars, investments all over the world. But they still hold a lot of the same traditional beliefs that they've always had. Over here, nudity is considered taboo, and sex is a private thing done behind closed doors. Over there, nudity is commonplace and accepted, and sex is a natural thing that doesn't need to be hidden. It's a little shocking, to be walking down the street and pass a couple having sex in broad daylight. But they don't believe there's anything wrong with it, and I hope it won't bother you when you're there. Will it?" 

Sara shook her head. "No. I'll be fine. I'm going there to do the orchard evaluation. Everything else is background noise."

"Excellent. I'll have someone call you from corporate travel." Vicki smiled. "Have a good trip, Dr. Olson."

***

The driver pulled into the underground parking garage of the Pariva building. A security guard stopped them, but waved them through after the driver explained he was bringing Dr. Sara Olson to an important meeting.

"I'm not sure how long it'll take," Sara told the driver. "Do you want to drop me off and then I'll call you when I need you?"

The driver dismissed the idea with a vigorous shake of his head. "Waiting is something I'm good at. I'll read a book, I'll take a nap. Just come to me when you're done."

"All right." Sara stepped out of the car with her black laptop case. She felt a nervous flutter in her stomach as she walked through the parking garage to the elevators. The tap of her heels echoed against the concrete. 

"You're a rock star," she murmured to herself, trying to calm her nerves. "They're the ones who should be nervous meeting you. If this goes well, you're going to be queen of the whole island. Your stamp of approval is going to turn people into multi-millionaires." The elevator opened and she stepped in. She pushed the "11" button. Top floor.

The elevator had a mirrored interior, and Sara gazed at her reflection. She was in full professional mode: pencil skirt, white blouse, dark jacket. Her eyes lingered on her bare legs. For fifteen minutes that morning, she'd vacillated on whether or not to wear nylons. They were definite business wear back in Chicago, but seemed like too much for the heat and humidity of Meleprija. Now Sara noticed a red dot on the back of her calf, possibly an insect bite, and she wished she'd worn nylons to cover it up.

She shook her head. "Come on, Sara..." she scolded herself. "Tomorrow you're going to be dirty and sweaty out in the middle of the jungle. Who cares about a red spot on the back of your leg? The queen of Meleprija. That's who you are... don't forget it."

The elevator pinged at the eleventh floor and the doors opened. Sara stepped out into a rectangular antechamber. To her left, a set of glass doors led into the office. The room was painted a soft eggshell, illuminated by track lighting directed towards impressionist art on the walls. Sara glanced at a garden scene as she passed, wondering if it was painted by anyone famous.

She stepped through the glass doors and stood in front of a long white counter. A pretty woman with dark hair sat behind the counter, typing on a computer. The woman glanced up. "Can I help you?" On the wall behind the woman, "Pariva" was written in large gold letters. 

"Hi... I'm Dr. Sara Olson, and I..." Sara was about to say that she had a meeting with Miguel Korhika but she didn't make it that far. The woman perked up as soon as she heard Sara's name.

"Oh! Of course, Dr. Olson. Please, go right in, to the left and straight ahead. Karita is Miguel's assistant, I'll let her know you've arrived. Would you like some coffee? Tea?"

"Oh... no, thank you. This way?" Sara turned left as instructed and walked down a short hall. She passed through a doorway and into a reception area. It was comfortably furnished with two leather couches and a wide table of dark polished wood. A woman, presumably Karita, sat behind a large desk. Behind Karita, the door to Mr. Korhika's office was closed, and the office itself, visible through a rectangular window, was dark.

Sara started towards Karita's desk, but then abruptly froze.

Sitting on one of the couches was a naked man.

He was clearly Melepria. Aside from his nakedness, he had the natural bronze tan of a Melepria, and his long dark hair was pulled back and bound in a ponytail. He had a wide chest and solid arms, the muscles of a man who did enough physical labor during the day that he could skip the gym. His pubic hair was shaved, and in its place he had a tattoo, an intricate pattern of lines that radiated from the base of his penis.

Sara only caught a quick glimpse of his penis before she looked away in embarrassment. It was larger than she was used to seeing, sprawling across his lap like a sleeping snake. She hoped she wasn't blushing as continued walking to Karita.

"Hello, Dr. Olson," Karita greeted her. "I'm Karita. I'm Miguel's assistant."

"Yes, right. Nice to meet you. Um... you can call me Sara."

Karita smiled. "Okay, Sara. Miguel is running a bit late, but he said he should be here in ten minutes or so. Do you mind waiting?"

"No, not at all."

"Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Tea? Water?" Karita rolled her chair back, preparing to stand. 

"No, I'm fine, thanks." Sara stepped away from the desk. At first glance, Karita had appeared to be wearing a simple, sleeveless black dress. But standing closer, Sara could see that the dress was made of a loosely woven mesh. In Chicago, a woman would have worn a slip underneath, to give the illusion that the dress was sheer. But Karita didn't seem to be wearing anything at all underneath, and Sara could clearly see the outlines of her nipples through the holes in the fabric.

Still, it was more than the man on the couch was wearing.

Sara walked over to the couch opposite the naked man. She sat down, carefully avoiding looking in his direction. To distract herself, she pulled her phone out of her bag and checked her e-mail.

"Dr. Olson?" the naked man asked.

"Yes?" Sara raised her eyes. She tried to focus on the man's face, but his penis was such a distraction. It loomed in her peripheral vision. She prayed the man couldn't see her pupils flicking towards it. 

To her horror, the man got to his feet. His penis swayed back and forth as he approached her. "I'm Leon Papega, director of the Perchuga Valley projects. Miguel asked me to sit in on this meeting. I oversee the Kokaya orchard you're considering." He held out his hand and Sara numbly shook it. She'd read about the strange habits of the Melepria, but she never expected that one of them would show up naked for a business meeting. She never thought a penis would be dangling two feet in front of her, almost at her eye level.

Did that mean Miguel Korhika would be naked as well?

Thankfully, after shaking her hand, Leon returned to his seat. "I'm so glad to meet you. I know of a lot of your research. The trees, they are my passion as well. I'm eager to have you look at some of my experiments."

"Ok." Sara wasn't sure how to have a conversation with a naked man. She didn't even want to look at him.

"Your experiment, with splicing and braiding the trunks of the adolescent trees? I've duplicated it with some of my trees, to great success."

Sara glanced at him in surprise, forgetting his nakedness for the moment. "That was my PhD thesis. You read that paper?"

"Yes!" he said. Then hedged, "Well, Dr. Albert helped me to understand what it said. I understand the trees but a lot of your chemistry is beyond me."

"And you tried out some of my theories?"

"Yes!" Leon had an easy-going smile. "Your ideas are very clever, very valuable. I'll show you what I've tried, when you come to the valley."

"Awesome. I'd love to see what you've done." Sara returned his smile, before remembering he was naked. She looked away.

"Is this the first time you've come to Meleprija?" he asked her.

"Yes. First time."

"It's changed a lot in my lifetime. All these buildings, all these roads. It's amazing how quickly it's all sprung up."

"I can imagine."

"Which hotel are you staying at?"

"Um... the Hilton."

"That's a good choice. If you go directly south, you can get to the Perchuga Valley road without seeing too much traffic. That's where Dr. Albert usually stays, I think."

"Yes," said Sara. "They told me he recommended it."

Karita spoke up. "You came at the right time. We've had a lot of rain the last month, but they say this week it's going to be sunny."

"A beautiful day," Sara said. The driver had used those words. Maybe if Sara had come a week before, it would have been raining and Leon Papega would have been there in a button-up shirt and slacks. But instead, it was sunny and bright, a day when the Melepria all went to work naked, because what else were they going to wear on such a beautiful day? 

And here she'd wasted fifteen minutes in the morning deciding whether or not to wear nylons. Sara shook her head, smiling to herself.

"What is it?" Leon asked.

"Oh... just thinking I'm a bit overdressed for this weather."

Leon gazed at her outfit thoughtfully. "Yes... you do look a bit... how do you say it in English? Outsider?" He paused. "You have something else to wear when I show you the Perchuga Valley, yes? More... ah... comfortable?"

"Oh, yes. Of course." Sara had packed several pairs of khaki shorts and a dozen t-shirts for when she inspected the orchards. The inspection would require her to examine the roots and take soil samples. Dirty work. Perhaps she should have dressed in her shorts and t-shirt for the meeting with Mr. Korhika, like the botanist she was, instead of trying to look like a Chicago businesswoman.

Sara abruptly decided to remove her coat. She slipped it off and draped it over her lap, intending to fold it and stow it in her computer bag. Karita saw what she was doing, and spoke up. "Sara, if you'd like, I can hang your coat up for you?" Karita popped open a cabinet door to reveal a small closet stocked with coat hangers.

"Oh... sure! Thanks!" Sara stood and passed her coat to Karita, who put it on a hanger.

"Anything else I can hang for you?" Karita gazed at Sara expectantly. Sara was confused at first, before realizing with astonishment that Karita thought Sara might remove even more of her clothing. 

"Um... no, that's it. Thanks." Sara returned to her seat, hoping she didn't look as flustered as she felt. She was tempted to grab her phone and pretend to be reading something, but then scolded herself for her discomfort. It was culture shock, that was all, and if Meleprija was going to be hers, she was going to have to get used to their ways. She lifted her head and smiled at Leon.

She thought, "In a few months, you'll be so used to the nudity, you won't even look twice at it." But then, another mischievous thought followed: "Maybe you'll be so used to it, that when Karita offers to take your clothes, you'll give her everything you're wearing and not think anything of it." Her heart pounded at the thought, because she could picture it vividly. Heck, she could do it now, if she wanted. Strip everything off and give it Mr. Korhika's assistant. Sit naked in the waiting room. No one would say a word about it. 

After all, it was such a beautiful day.

Stop it, Sara. Stop freaking yourself out. 

She took a deep breath. Just culture shock. It would pass. She would get used to it.

Leon and Karita were discussing a new restaurant that had opened several blocks away, a Brazilian steakhouse. "You couldn't even get in, the first week after it opened," Karita was saying. "The lines were so long. But now, you can probably get a table."

"Was it open the last time I was here?" Leon asked. 

"I don't think so. When was that? Two months ago?" Karita grinned. "You need to come visit more often!"

"I wish I could. We're so busy lately." Leon looked at Sara. "You'll see when you come to the valley. The construction you see here in the downtown, you'll see there as well. We have so many new workers, and we have to make space for them to sleep, to eat. The drive is long and most of them choose to live out there during their workdays. We have dormitories, showers, a cafeteria." He paused. "Do you have your room at the Hilton for the whole week you're here?"

"Yes, why?"

"When Dr. Albert visits the valley, sometimes his work takes him late into the evening. I have a guest cottage that he will borrow so he doesn't have to drive out at night. You're welcome to use it as well, if you like. It has a kitchen, two bathrooms, air conditioning... it is very comfortable."

"Really? Thanks! Maybe I'll take you up on that." Sara thought she would wait until she saw the cottage before she decided for sure. It was definitely tempting to skip the drive back and forth to the valley every day.

"Excellent." Leon gazed at her earnestly. "I can have the kitchen stocked with whatever food you would like. Or, you can eat at the cafeteria, if that is your preference..." He seemed to have more to say, but just then Karita's phone rang, and they both looked in that direction.

Karita put on a headset. "Hello, this is Karita. Oh, Hi!... Really?... Okay, I'll let them know... bye..." Karita removed the headset. "That was Miguel. He's in traffic, and he says it's not moving at all. A construction accident, apparently. He says he'll be delayed at least another half hour."

"Oh, no," Sara said. 

"You sure you don't want something to drink?" Karita asked.

"Well..." Sara said. "Maybe I will have a water."

Karita disappeared behind her desk and popped up a second later with a bottle of water. She handed it to Sara. "What about you?" she asked Leon. "Anything?"

"No, thank you."

Karita grinned. "It's been a while since I've seen you with stone."

Sara didn't know what that meant until she looked at Leon. Her eyes widened. His penis was now jutting towards the ceiling, completely erect. It looked like an enormous scepter protruding from his lap.

Sara looked away, flustered, hoping she wasn't blushing. But Leon and Karita casually chatted about his erection as if it was nothing.

"You work too hard," Karita was saying. "It wants to be stone but it's too tired."

"My work is always on my mind," Leon admitted.

Of course they wouldn't think it was a big deal. They didn't think it was a big deal to have sex in public. Sara had seen several couples that morning having sex... the only reason she hadn't seen any erect penises is because they were buried inside the women...




A Beautiful Day



Sara realized that she was staring at Leon's erection. She looked away quickly.

She also realized she was starting to get turned on. 

This wasn't going the way she had expected at all.

Sara adjusted the way she was sitting, and tried to will away the warmth between her legs. She snuck a peek at Leon's erection again. It looked as if it was carved out of sandstone, so straight and so smooth, pointing up like a sundial casting a shadow against his tight stomach. It was definitely bigger than Patrick's had been. Sara wondered if she held it in her hand, would her fingers would reach all the way around it?

Stop it, Sara.

She told herself she should look away, but Leon was still talking to Karita, and Sara was fascinated by his casual confidence. Had she ever seen a man sitting in that way before? Naked and erect, without any visible shame or self-consciousness? Back in the United States, Leon would either be trying to hide his erection, or waving it in her face like it was a trophy he was showing off. Instead, he and Karita were discussing it as if it was a new haircut. He didn't seem concerned at all that Sara could see it.

Suddenly, he was looking in her direction. Sara quickly lifted her eyes to his face. "I was surprised, when I saw you," he said. "I had read your papers, and studied your research, and Dr. Albert, of course, speaks very highly of you. But I didn't expect that you would be so beautiful. I seldom have stone these days, only because I find that I'm often tired. It is a surprise to find myself filling with desire for you."

Sara stared at him. Of course, she should have been able to come to that conclusion herself. He was hard, Sara and Karita were the only ones in the room and Karita was an old friend. That pointed to Sara being the catalyst for his erection. But it still astonished her to hear him say it so openly.

"You have that... because of me?" she managed to say.

"Yes." He smiled. "I can see you are not used to this. Here in Meleprija, it is sometimes impossible to hide our desire. So we speak freely of it here."

Sara wanted to laugh. Yes, it was definitely impossible to hide your desire if your desire protruded twenty centimeters from your naked body. "I'm sorry..." she said. "I mean, I read up on Meleprija... and I know you're more open about things... it's just, reading about it is one thing... and experiencing it is different..."

Leon chuckled. "No, I am the one that is sorry. I have clearly surprised you, just as you have surprised me. I know we have business to discuss, and my stone may be a distraction. I will take care of it before our meeting." He reached into one of the pockets of his bag and brought out what looked like a polished silver bracelet.

Sara squirmed in her seat, pressing her legs tightly together. She recognized what he was holding from her guidebook. The Melepria called it a togoja. It was usually carved from wood, sanded smooth and oiled. The shape was circular, with the sides bent in slightly and curving up. It was meant to simulate the feel of a vagina. 

Melepria men used them to masturbate.

Leon's togoja clearly wasn't made of wood. It was shaped from a shiny, silver metal. Platinum? Sure, why not? After all, Leon was a sagana producer at a time when sagana sap was more valuable than gold... he was probably quite wealthy. He could afford to masturbate with platinum if he wanted to. She could see a tan ring on the inside of the togoke, padding of some kind. Leather, maybe. Did that make it feel more like a vagina?

"Um... couldn't you think of your work... or something... to make it go down?" she asked timidly.

Leon looked confused for a moment, and Sara suspected she had stepped into another chasm between their cultures. "Oh, this is no trouble," he said. "Once I've satisfied the stone, it will go away. Karita, I have time to walk downstairs? I'll use my togoja in the fresh air."

"I'm sure you have time," Karita said. 

Sara blinked. "You're going to... um... use your togoja... outside? In front of the building?" She remembered the busy street filled with traffic, the people walking back and forth on the sidewalk. He was going to stand in the middle of all that, casually masturbating?

"Yes. It's no trouble. I know you aren't used to this. I'll return and we can have our meeting without this distraction." He held the togoja in one hand while he rummaged through his bag with the other. His erection showed no signs of waning. 

She thought of him walking to the elevator, riding down to the lobby, strolling through the lobby to the street, all with his enormous penis jutting out in front of him like an arrow. Outside on the sidewalk, he would lean against the side of the building, watching the people walking back and forth in front of him. He would put his togoja over the head of his penis, slide it up and down the shaft. And he would imagine it was her, that every stroke was pushing deep into her...

Sara wriggled her legs together. "You don't have to go outside..." she murmured. 

Leon glanced over at her. Sara made herself meet his eyes.

"Stay," she told him. "I want to watch you do it."

It might have been her imagination, but it almost seemed like his erection grew slightly straighter, slightly longer. He nodded. Slowly, he turned in his seat, straightening so that his penis leaned out towards her. The hole at the tip pointed at her like an eye. Without a word, Leon held the togoja in front of his penis, and while he didn't appear to move in his seat, he somehow thrust into the shiny cylinder. He began to stroke himself, moving the device up and down his shaft in a slow rhythm, almost as if he was polishing himself.

He's imagining that he's fucking me, Sara thought. A shiver went through her. She knew if she moved her knees apart and let him see up her skirt to her panties, he would see a wet spot forming in the middle of the lacy white fabric. Would that help him to satisfy his stone faster? To see how much it was turning her on to watch him?

She had abandoned any pretense at being oblivious to his state. Now she stared openly at his nakedness, watching his hand moving up and down on his manhood. Muscles flexed in his arm as he stroked himself, revealing the definition in his upper body. No tan lines, of course. She hadn't seen a Melepria yet with a tan line.

It was easy to imagine Leon working in the orchards, walking naked through the rows of sagana trees. Perhaps hauling water, his muscles bulging as he carried the heavy buckets. Stopping to examine the roots of one tree, the leaves of another. Knowing through experience and instinct what she had learned through eight years of higher education and five years in a laboratory.

Sara looked over at Karita. Mr. Korhika's assistant wasn't paying any attention to Leon; she seemed to be working on an e-mail. Sara felt another jolt of culture shock. The juxtaposition of the two made a surreal image, the naked man stroking an enormous erection just five meters away from an administrative assistant who was typing a letter. Sara wanted to take a picture with her phone and send it to Vicki back in Chicago. "My first day in Melepria" would be the caption.

Perhaps it was Karita's casual acceptance of the situation that gave Sara a burst of recklessness. Before she could think about what she was doing, Sara slipped out of her seat and approached Leon. He smiled at her as she dropped onto the couch next to him. His hand continued to slide the togoja up and down his shaft. Sara leaned against him, feeling the solidness of his arm against her shoulder, feeling the flex of his muscles beneath his bare skin. She peered down at his lap, now so close to his penis that he might have been able to feel her breath on it. For a minute, she just sat and watched him stroke himself. He said nothing, offered no objections to her closeness.

He had no pubic hair that she could see, not even any stubble. Perhaps he shaved it off every day. Or perhaps he only shaved on the days when he planned to be naked. She examined the tattoo around the base of his penis, pondering its meaning. Was it traditional? Was it meant to represent the missing pubic hair?

Impulsively, she reached down between his legs and pressed her fingers against his scrotum. It was also shaved smooth, and pulled in tight against his body. She could hear a slight change in his breathing as she ran her fingertips over the taut skin of his testicles. 

Watching the profile of his face, she slid her fingers up onto his penis. Leon let go of the togoja and let his hand rest on his leg. Instead of taking hold of the togoja, Sara wrapped her fingers around his penis. She noted a two-centimeter gap between her thumb and index finger.

Gently, she slid her hand towards the head of his penis, feeling the warm silkiness of his skin under her fingers. His erection seemed to hum in her grip, throbbing as she squeezed the head. She explored the hole in the tip with her finger, noting a drop of ooze had formed. She swirled the ooze around the head of his penis, as if blending in a moisturizing cream.

Sara glanced at Karita, but the assistant was still absorbed in her computer. Sara started to slide her hand slowly up and down Leon's erection. His togoja remained at the base of his penis, and after a few strokes, Sara pinched it her fingers and pulled it off. It was in the way. Leon took it from her and put it back into his bag, even as Sara continued to stroke him.

The guidebook had mentioned the togoja, and also something called a mapa bag. The togoja was for masturbating, and the mapa bag was to contain the ejaculation. Sara was certain that when Leon neared his climax, he would produce a mapa bag. She smiled to herself, wondering if the mapa bag would be made by Louis Vuitton or Marc Jacobs. 

Leon seemed content to sit passively while she stroked him. Or so she thought. Suddenly, he straightened in his seat and turned his head to gaze into her eyes. He slipped his arm around her shoulders and leaned towards her to press his lips against hers. His mouth had a spicy taste, like nutmeg. Sara opened her mouth to accept his kiss while her hand clutched his penis.

Leon finally broke the kiss. He gazed into her eyes again, and Sara noticed that his fingers had started on the buttons of her blouse. He was swiftly working his way down them, undoing them with his nimble fingers. Sara felt her heart pounding.

"This is okay, right?" she asked nervously, as he pulled her blouse open revealing her lacy bra. "This is Meleprija so this is okay?"

He just chuckled and pulled the blouse off her arms. He reached behind her, undoing her bra with a swiftness that was startling.

Suddenly, Karita was standing next to them holding a clothes hangar. "I can take those if you like, Sara," she offered. Sara was in a daze as she handed her blouse and bra to the assistant. This was happening so fast. Was she really doing this? Stripping naked in the waiting room? She had a meeting, an important meeting...

Leon found the zipper at the back of her skirt and lifted Sara to her feet so he could unzip it. She stood in front of him while he pulled the cloth down her legs and let it drop around her heels. Sara was naked except for her white panties, and she blushed, knowing that the panties showed a clear wet spot from her arousal. Leon solved the problem by immediately sliding them off as well and handing them to Karita. Sara resumed her seat next to Leon, only now she was just as naked as he was.

Her heart pounded as she looked around the room. It was undeniably exciting, to be naked in such a public place. Leon and Karita had talked about him having 'stone'. Did they have a similar term for when a woman was naked and visibly aroused? Having 'puddle', maybe?

She fought the urge to ask Leon for reassurance again. This is okay, right? In Meleprija this is okay? He would probably just answer by laughing at her again. And really, she could reassure herself by thinking of all the naked women she'd already seen that day. All the couples having sex. Or naked Leon and his erection. No one had objected to any of them.

Of course, they were Melepria, and she was a pale girl from Chicago...

No, she reminded herself. You're the new queen of Meleprija. This is just part of your transformation. 

Sara leaned towards Leon and kissed him again. He caressed her breast, cupping it in his hand. His long fingers tugged at her nipple. He kissed his way down her neck and over her left breast, until he was licking and sucking on her nipple.

"Mr. Korhika's not going to show up suddenly and catch us, is he?" Sara murmured anxiously.

She had meant the question for Leon, but Karita overheard and responded, "No, he's at least a half hour away. You have enough time for sex if you want."

The casual response made her want to laugh. Exactly how common was this situation anyway? Did people frequently have sex while waiting to speak to Mr. Korhika? She looked across the room at the painting on the wall. Another impressionist piece, this time a brook passing under some trees. The kind of generically pleasant art that usually appeared in a waiting room or lobby.

I could finger myself, she thought, and felt a rush of excitement at the outrageous notion. It was true, though, wasn't it? If Leon could stroke his hard penis in public, couldn't she open her legs wide and touch her clit? 

Yes, she could. She could do it if she wanted.

For a moment, she was about to do it. Her heart thundered in her chest. She could do it. Who would say anything?

Stop it, Sara. Stop it. 

Leon put his hands on her knees. "I want to know the taste of you." Sara let him pull one of her legs up and behind him, turning her sideways on the couch and spreading her legs. She stared down at her pussy, clearly exposed, visibly wet. Then her view was blocked as he lowered his head between her legs, and she felt his lips on her vulva. She leaned back against the armrest of the couch, breathing in gasps as his tongue probed inside her. 

A man appeared in the doorway, a man in a black uniform. He held a package in his hand. Fedex, according to the patch on his chest. The man stared at them as he entered. 

Sara could picture what she looked like, leaning back with her breasts clearly visible, her legs splayed to the side with a man's head between them. She felt the impulse to push Leon away and cover herself, but it would have been futile. The Fedex man had already seen everything the minute he looked through the doorway. 

Could he tell how turned on she was, with Leon's tongue wiggling against her clitoris? How could he not? Her body was quivering and shuddering as Leon's manipulations sent waves of pleasure through her.

Leon had said, Here in Meleprija, sometimes it is impossible to hide your desire. 

The man walked over to Karita's desk, offered her the package and gave her an electronic board to sign. He looked European, like the driver that morning. Maybe that's why he kept looking over his shoulder at Sara. He wasn't Melepria. Maybe he was a recent immigrant, not quite used to the public sex yet.

Or maybe it was because she clearly wasn't Melepria. Maybe she didn't look like she should be doing this in front of people. Maybe he could tell she wasn't used to this.

Ha! Or maybe it was just because she kept staring back at him with her big helpless doe eyes, certain that he was going to say something.

The man took back his electronic board and left. He didn't say a word.

Sara moaned, leaning back and yielding to the pleasure that Leon was giving her. Her skin tingled and she felt exhilarated. Did that really just happen? Did a stranger just see her lying naked on a couch getting her pussy licked? Was this really happening?

Then she thought, that Fedex man walked in too early. Another five minutes, and he could have seen me riding up and down on Leon's dick. 

The perverse thought triggered her first orgasm. Sara closed her eyes, breathing slowly in and out, savoring the sensation that rippled through her body. Her thighs tightened against Leon's face. He moved his mouth lower, giving her sensitive clitoris a break while she came. 

Sara closed her eyes. Her foot brushed Leon's penis, which remained as enormously erect as ever. She touched it with her toes, feeling it press against the inside of her foot. Would it fit inside her? Wasn't it time to find out? She shifted backward, sliding out from under Leon. He watched her get to her feet then leaned back, his erection pointed at the ceiling, as if he already knew what she was planning. Sara turned away from him, facing the painting on the opposite wall, the burbling brook. She lowered herself slowly, and felt his strong hands on her waist, helping to guide her onto his waiting penis.

She let the head of it nestle against her labia for a moment, coating it in her wetness, before she bent her legs and let her weight push it inside her. She gasped as the swollen head of his penis filled her. How long had it been? Three months since she and Patrick called it quits, but they'd stopped having sex at least a month prior to that. And Patrick had never been like this. Sara dropped lower, taking Leon bit by bit, satisfied that she could handle his girth but doubtful about his length. She felt as if she was impaling herself on him.

His hands against her waist felt so sturdy that she was almost tempted to lift her feet and see if he could hold her in place, maybe slide her up and down on his shaft like a togoja. She pulled one foot up, bending her leg and moving it to his side, then the other leg, so that she was kneeling on the couch, her legs on either side of him. He pulled her long hair to the side, his breath warm on the back of her neck.

Sara reached down between her legs and touched the length of his penis that remained outside of her, estimating it at three to four centimeters. She lifted herself then eased down again, sighing as she did so. Again and again, and now she had a rhythm, bouncing up and down in his lap. Fucking in public, just like the Melepria did. Karita worked on her computer, but frequently looked in their direction with a smile on her face.

Sara remembered the first time she'd ever been to New York, visiting her friend Ann Marie in Manhattan. "You have to take a walk through Central Park," Ann Marie told her. "You can't say you've been to New York unless you've seen Central Park." Wasn't that the way of travelling? Every destination had its thing you had to do.

Wasn't she doing the thing that Meleprija was known for?

Sara imagined her return to Chicago. "You were in Meleprija?" a friend would ask. "Did you get to fuck in public?"

"Oh, yes," she would respond. "You just haven't been to Meleprija until you've fucked in public. I got that out of the way the first day."

Well, technically, this was her second day. 

Leon moved his hands to her breasts, fondling them, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Sara could hear her breath coming in tiny gasps, matching the rhythm of her bouncing. Did she look as scandalous as she imagined? Would another visitor walk in, delivering another package, and see her sitting naked in Leon's lap, the base of his erection protruding from between her spread legs, her breasts bouncing up and down in rhythm as she rode him? She found herself peering down the hallway, wishing someone else would appear. She wanted that exhilaration again, to feel a stranger's eyes on her naked body, watching her have sex, and to know that they wouldn't speak a word of objection or disapproval.

Any stranger but Mr. Korhika. She didn't want to get caught by him. It definitely wasn't the first impression she wanted to make.

How long had it been anyway? Was Mr. Korhika due to arrive soon?

Sara slowed and stopped. She sat for a moment, feeling Leon's erection throbbing inside her, and he didn't urge her to continue, which delighted her, because he surely must have been close to a climax. She climbed off him, letting him slip out of her.




A Beautiful Day



Smiling, she reached down for his hand. "Take me somewhere," she said, and her heartbeat thundered at the idea that she was going to walk naked with him, leaving her clothes behind. 

Leon smiled. He stood, and squeezing her hand, led her out of the waiting room, towards the front reception area. Sara trailed timidly behind him, acutely aware that she was completely naked and had no idea where she was going. If that wasn't enough, Leon still had his erection bobbing in front of him, and now it glistened with her wetness. It was going to be pretty obvious to anyone who saw them what they were on their way to do.

They passed the dark-haired receptionist, who smiled and nodded at them. Sara waited for the young woman to say something. Hi, I'm the botanist who walked in earlier, dressed in my business clothes, first time visiting the office. Now I'm walking out, twenty minutes later, completely naked and on my way to get fucked by your project director. Doesn't that strike you as a bit unusual?

No, apparently it wasn't worthy of comment.

Leon stood at the elevators. He pressed the down button, and they waited for the doors to open.

When the elevator arrived, Sara stepped in, and remembered the mirrored interior. She was astonished by the sight of her reflection. It was like seeing herself and seeing a stranger at the same time. She stepped in, gazing at this naked woman standing in front of her. Was this really her? She pushed her hair out of her eyes, then let her fingers move down her body, watching the woman in the reflection touch her face, her neck, her breasts. The doors closed and the elevator started to move.

Leon embraced her and pushed her against the left wall of the elevator. Sara felt the smooth, cool surface of the mirror at her back as Leon easily lifted her up by her hips. She tangled her legs behind him as he pushed into her, fucking her against the side of the elevator.

Sara peeked over his shoulder at their reflection. She could see his tight ass flexing as he pushed against her, the muscles in his shoulders standing out as he held her. She could see her long legs draped around him, squeezing him. To her right, she could see the elevator door, and lights blinking above it as they passed each floor. She knew that at any minute the light could stop and the doors could open, and some stranger could enter. It turned her on immensely to know that even if that happened, Leon would continue fucking her as if nothing had changed.

The light did stop and the elevator slowed. Sara held her breath as she waited for the door to open, waited to see who would enter. The door slid open. No one was there.

Sara looked at the top of the elevator. The light illuminated the "L". Lobby. Leon pulled out of her and set her down.

Lobby. This wasn't a stranger waiting for the elevator. 

This was their floor.

Sara only had a few seconds to consider the implications of this before Leon took her hand and led her out of the elevator. She had told him to take her somewhere, assuming he would take her somewhere inside the building. Someplace that was technically public, but quiet and empty. Instead, Leon had brought her to the lobby of the building, and she had no doubt that he meant to lead her outside. Of course he did. Earlier, he'd been talking about using his togoja in the fresh air. Now he meant to have sex with her in the same fresh air. 

Her legs trembled as she remembered how the front of the building had appeared that morning. Cars packing the lanes, creeping slowly forward as the stoplights changed. Streams of pedestrians passing back and forth. It wasn't anywhere near Chicago, but it was on its way.

And she was going to have sex in the middle of that? The thought staggered her. But she also knew immediately she didn't want it any other way. If she was going to experience what the Melepria experienced, and have sex out in the open without a care about who saw her, why play around with empty hallways and stairwells? She was never one for dipping her toes in the shallow side of the pool when she could dive into the deep.

Besides, the thought of being seen by all those people had her incredibly turned on.

Most likely, no one would pay any attention to her anyway. People were used to this kind of thing in Meleprija, and would probably pass by without even noticing. It would be like she and Leon were invisible. Who didn't fantasize now and then about the crazy things they would do if they were invisible?

The elevator niche was empty as they stepped out, but barely a second later a man came around the corner in a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase. Sara would have frozen in place if Leon hadn't been pulling her by the hand. The urge to cover herself was nearly overpowering. She was suddenly assailed with doubt, and felt certain the man would gape at her and ask what in the world she was doing. 

The man glanced at her, and his eyes dropped down quickly over her body. He looked away, but she noticed he peeked back at her a moment later.

You can't say a word, she thought at him. This is Meleprija, this is allowed here, and you can't say a word about it.

He didn't. He entered the elevator they had just left, and the door closed behind him.

Leon led her away from the elevators, and now they were among more people, passing through the main lobby. People entering the building, on their way to work. A coffee shop, a security desk. A news stand, where a naked Melepria woman was selling a newspaper to a man in a brown coat. Another Melepria woman passed them, wearing only a black scarf tied around her neck. Sara noted that the woman's pubic hair was also shaved, with a tattoo similar to Leon's circling the slit of her vagina. 

Sara thought, am I going to stand out because I still have my pubic hair?

She was attracting some looks. Both men and women let their eyes linger on her as they passed. Sara kept her back straight, her head high.

You can't say a word, she thought at them. I'm allowed to be naked like this. You can't say a word to me or to anyone.

Leon pushed open the door to the outside and held it for her as she stepped out into the sunshine and the morning air. Sara could barely breath as she stepped out onto the sidewalk. The heat of the sun felt strange against her bare skin. The street in front of the building was still bumper to bumper with traffic, and a steady march of pedestrians passed back and forth in front of the building. 

Her theory that she would be invisible to the outside world proved immediately false. In hindsight, she recalled the words of the driver that morning, that he was used to seeing naked people in his neighborhood but "not so much downtown." Meleprija did a lot of international business these days, and a lot of those who worked in the downtown came from other countries. The island had also become a popular tourist destination. That added up to a fairly sized population unused to seeing naked women on the sidewalk, and especially not women who looked like Sara. She was clearly a foreigner like them, yet completely naked like a Melepria, and so faces turned her way as they passed, and eyes flickered down at her body.

If they stared this much at her nudity, what were they going to think when Leon started to fuck her?

She did see a few other naked men and women strolling the streets, mostly Melepria who were oblivious to their own nudity. She could see the occasional naked European or American who'd lived in Meleprija long enough to adopt the local customs. Across the street, she noticed a young Japanese couple, clearly tourists, where the wife had apparently decided to spend the day naked, to the obvious delight of her husband who was constantly having her pose for pictures. 

It was only a dusting of nudity among the crowd, but it was enough to reassure Sara that what she was doing was acceptable. She looked at Leon and noticed that his erection had finally started to droop during the walk through the lobby. That was easily fixed; she took his penis in her hand and squeezed it while she leaned into him to kiss him. He kissed her back hungrily, and his penis surged under her fingers, hardening instantly in her grip.

Sara pulled away from him and dropped his erection. Without speaking, she stepped into the flow of pedestrians, letting it part around her. A young man in a suit did a double take as she passed in front of him. She stepped quickly through a gap between two walkers and slipped into an empty space at the curb next to a green street lamp. It was a tall ornamental lamp in the style of a Parisian luminaire, and Sara draped her naked body around it, clutching the metal pole as if it was the long neck of a lover. 

She waited in helpless anticipation, gazing at the men and women who walked by her, watching their eyes pass over her. She was so wet between her legs that she wondered if onlookers could see the shine between her thighs. Strong hands clutched her hips and she wanted to moan. She was really going to go through with this. She was really going to do it. Leon pulled her backwards a step so that she leaned against the light pole, her ass jutting out towards him. His penis slid into her from behind and he started to fuck her.

The flow of pedestrians continued, and Sara watched face after face pass by her as she moved her body in rhythm to Leon's thrusts. She felt a heightened awareness of every stroke, knowing that when Leon slid out, he offered a lascivious view of her wet pussy partially penetrated by his thick penis to everyone who cared to look. When he slid into her, she was acutely aware of the peculiar juxtaposition of the sensations, of seeing the faces of strangers pass by while filled by a throbbing erection. Leon's calloused hands slid up her front and onto her breasts, and he squeezed them gently, as if her softness was a novelty.

His rhythm quickened. Sara tried to suppress her body's reactions, self-conscious about having strangers view her body in the throes of ecstasy. She knew she didn't yet have the comfort of the Melepria yet, because the people around her felt like a third participant in their sex. It was both thrilling and embarrassing to engage in such an intimate act in front of them, and she couldn't let go of the awareness that they viewed her every movement.

She looked up and saw a police officer walking by, and just at the same moment, Leon pinched her nipples hard and pulled at them. Sara knew logically that what she was doing was perfectly legal in Meleprija, but the shock of seeing a police officer watching made her feel incredibly wild and exposed, and Leon's manipulation of her sensitive nipples sent her body crashing into an orgasm. She rode the wave of pleasure, unable to keep herself from moaning out loud, and the knowledge that her orgasm was being viewed by so many, and by a police officer, only made the pleasure more intense.

Leon plunged against her, and she sensed that he was also close. Just as he seemed ready to climax himself, he pulled out of her. Sara looked blearily over her shoulder and saw he held his mapa bag over the head of his penis, ejaculating into it. After he was done, he tied the bag closed and smiled at her.

"That was nice. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Shall we go back up now?"

Sara felt dazed. She stood naked for a moment, looking around at the busy city. It seemed impossible that they didn't have a circle of spectators. But no one had lingered around to watch, no one had paused to video the scene. The police officer had continued on his way without saying a word. 

Sara looked across the street and noticed the Japanese tourist couple looking in her direction. Both the husband and wife looked embarrassed to be caught watching; they smiled and bowed their heads in apology before turning away. Sara noticed as they walked up the block that the husband's hand was roaming over his wife's bare ass. Maybe later in the day they would find themselves having sex on the sidewalk too?

Leon took her hand and led her back into the building. Sara felt as if she was floating. Could people tell from looking at her body that she'd just been having sex? Could they smell the scent of her? Could they tell by her distracted smile and stumbling walk, as if she was sleepwalking?

Maybe. Maybe they could. But who cared? This was Meleprija. Sometimes it was impossible to hide your desires. Why worry about it? No one else seemed to.

Leon pressed the elevator button, and a minute later the doors slid open. A tall Melepria man in an expensive suit stood in the corner. He had dark glasses on his square face.

"Oh, hello, Leon!" the tall man said.

"Good morning, Miguel," Leon greeted the man.

Miguel! Miguel Korhika! Sara froze for half a second, as her mind searched for an alternative to this situation. Was she really going to have to meet the president of Pariya while she was naked and freshly fucked?

What choice did she have?

Resigned, she followed Leon into the elevator.

"I apologize for the delay," Miguel said. "The traffic was worse than ever this morning."

"Think nothing of it." Leon indicated Sara. "This is Dr. Sara Olson, the inspector from TTX."

Miguel blinked at her behind his glasses. "Oh! Pleased to meet you, Dr. Olson." He shook her hand, glancing at her nudity. "It seems you two have become quick friends."

"Yes." Leon grinned, and for the first time, he seemed a little self-conscious. "She is very kind, very pretty. She saw that I desired her... so we passed the time outside..."

"Have you been to Meleprija before?" Miguel asked her.

"No, I haven't." Sara said.

"You already seem very comfortable with our ways," he observed. "I confess, I didn't expect to meet you today without your clothes."

Sara caught a glimpse of her reflection in the side of the elevator, and gazed at her naked body. Next to her, Leon's reflection, also naked. Miguel stood in front of them in his expensive suit, and wasn't it strange, that now he was the one who looked out of place to her?

At that moment, Sara knew: when they reached the office, she would leave her outfit in Karita's cabinet and remain naked through the business meeting. Because why not? 

"I was wearing clothes when I arrived..." she replied, smiling. "But then I thought, it's such a beautiful day outside..."

THE END



A Beautiful Day At The Lake



It is a perfect day today. Fall is coming, you can feel it. The air is crisp and clear. It is comfortably warm but not hot. A gentle breeze is rustling the turning leaves on the trees. It is a great day to be outside.

The kids are finally back to school and we have some much needed free time. It seems for the first time in forever you have a couple of unscheduled hours in the afternoon and you want to share them with me. 

We meet at one of the picnic areas at the lake. Instead of taking a table we go in the opposite direction up the hill a little bit with a couple of blankets. We find just the right private spot where we can lay on our backs on the bigger blanket with another folded as a pillow under our heads. We can see the lake shimmering in front of us. The light dances on the surface of the silver-blue water. It is peaceful, beautiful, and relaxing. The heat of the afternoon sun warms us. I love moments like this and they are even better when shared with you.

The conversation between us is always easy, serious and playful at the same time. I matter to you and you matter to me. Our relationship is centered on mutual trust and affection. We support each other as much as possible. Together we can drop the facade that we often present to the rest of the world and really be ourselves. We are shoulder to shoulder almost touching. I can feel the heat of your body next to mine. A passerby might assume that we are lovers by our intimate body language but we are not.

As usual, I have many questions saved up for you. I am eager to unlock your guarded thoughts. I truly appreciate the man that you are and work to peel back more of your layers and get even closer. I love watching your facial expressions change while we talk. I get deep and challenge you and often ask for more. You make me laugh as you give thoughtful, honest, always concise answers. I ramble and embellish, you are easy and to the point.

Every once in a while your left hand just barely brushes my right at your side. I think by accident. I can't help it but my heart jumps each time it happens. It is like a tiny electric shock to my system. The smallest touch from you often ignites something awesome in me. I am so attracted to you being close like this is a challenge. I am hyper-aware of every part of your tall frame next to mine. What I really want to do to you here in the warm sun on this blanket plays over and over like a movie in my head. If you knew what I was thinking you would blush bright red.

Even though I gave you my heart months ago, technically, you are not mine and I am not yours. I have always been honest about my fierce desire for you, emotional and physical, but you are the one in control. You will decide if and when we take our friendship to the next level. It is complicated and I rely completely on you to lead the way and set the pace or keep us just like we are. Either way I win because I have you in my life.

As we talk, the angle of the sun is putting us more in the shade of the trees. That coupled with the soft breeze off the lake gives me a chill. You notice and catch me by surprise when you roll on your side so close to me and reach across my chest to flip the length of the blanket over us. Did you just brush your arm across my breasts on purpose? I can't help but wonder as my nipples pebble at that thought.

You are now stretched on your side facing me with your left hand supporting your head. Your face is hovering just above mine. I almost can't breathe or look up at you. You are so close. When I do look up I can clearly see that mischievous sparkle in your eyes. A smile curls the corners of your mouth. I wonder what you are up to. What are you thinking? I have imagined you in this position of dominance over me, many times. Now I can't speak, conversation is impossible as I feel your breath on my face. You are so close I wish with everything I have that you would just lean in and kiss me for the first time. It is all I can think about. My brain is scrambled. My lips are actually aching. My heart is pounding and I feel dizzy. You are fine. Your eyes are laughing. You know exactly what affect you have on me. You seem to love making me squirm. You are really good at it.

Under the cover of the blanket you reach down and sweetly place your right hand over mine. Your hand is big and warm and at once comforting and thrilling. I feel like I am 13 on a date at the movie theater and a boy is holding my hand for the first time. It is a little magical, a small gesture that means so much. You begin to caress my hand using your thumb to press and massage my palm. I feel it in other parts of my body too. This simple act is so sexy. I am completely melted and turned on like I have had an hour of the best foreplay and you are only touching my hand.

You must feel my heart thumping. Certainly you know how much you are exciting me. I have gone silent. You ask with a smile "Are you ok?" All I can say is "Ummmm Hmmmmm." Then you say with a bigger smile "Let's see what we can do about that." You take my hand under the blanket and press it against your bare stomach. Oh my god! I have wanted to touch you for so long and now I have your permission? Suddenly I am shaking. Where did my confidence go? After a moment I gather some courage and move my whole hand and lightly brush back and forth across your flat belly. You are so warm. This is so intimate. Your dark hair tickles my skin a little. You draw in a breath as the look in your eyes locked with mine is growing more heated. I trace just the tips of my fingers across your stomach below your belly button in little circles. I feel your muscles tighten and ripple as I touch you. 

I see you close your eyes as a soft moan escapes your lips. What a sound! It makes me braver. I slide my palm a little bit lower toward the waistband of your shorts, dipping my fingers just inside. Then I stop. I do not want to assume anything. We have never touched like this before. I need to know that this is ok- that this is exactly what you want. No regrets if we are moving forward. I do not have to wonder for long. Your right hand is sliding down and taking mine lower with it. I gasp a little in surprise as I feel your cheek right at my ear. Your breath is hot as you nuzzle close and playfully nip at my ear lobe. What a rush! Is this really happening? I close my eyes and can see brilliant colors. In an incredibly sexy voice you whisper my name and say "I want you to touch me. Please touch me."

That is all the invitation that I need. I let go of your hand and reach to stroke and cup your growing length through your shorts. I can feel your cock throb in response and grow harder. I can't believe this is happening. You moan again and help me unbutton your shorts and tug down your zipper. You open the front of your shorts for me so I can touch you. Then your cock responds instantly and springs to attention in my hands- warm velvet covered steel. I wish I could see you. I have wanted to for so long. I relish the feel of you. I watch your expression closely as I explore you with both of my hands. I am not sure what to do. I grip your erection and circle one hand around the base of your cock and use the other to gently lift and roll your heavy balls. I tickle the sensitive spot under your sack with the tips of my fingers. A low growl escapes your throat and your breath is getting ragged. I wrap my hands around your shaft and stroke toward the tip over and over. With each hand I start at the base and twist as I glide up along your length. I use my fingertips to trace your many veins and ridges. I palm your swollen crown and use my thumbs to coax drops of precum from your slit. With my fingers I spread the slippery liquid over the head of your erection so my fingers can dance in little circles and tease you. I feel you grow thicker and longer as I play.

I can tell by the blissful look on your face how much pleasure I am giving you. You deserve to feel this good. You pull your face closer to mine with our foreheads together and surprise me by nuzzling my cheek. You smell so good and I love the feel of your soft stubble against my skin. As I roll my face closer your mouth is suddenly on mine. Oh my god! I am in heaven. Your lips are soft at first, feathering light kisses on me. Slowly you increase the pressure of your mouth on mine. As I part my lips just a little with a sigh you flick your tongue in and it dances with mine. You increase the intensity of our kiss and slide your palm along my cheek to pull me closer. I melt in the moment. I feel so connected to you. It is another way of communicating all the want, desire, passion and appreciation that we feel for each other. It also feels like you are thanking me, there is a certain reverence to the way your lips are moving against mine. There are rarely shared emotions being expressed with each moment. I am carried away, I am certain I could kiss you until next week.

With all that kissing distracting me did I stop moving my hands? We break our kiss as you cover my right hand with yours and begin stroking your cock again, guiding me, adding more pressure. I wasn't gripping you hard enough? You push your hips forward. That is so sexy. I keep moving with slow firm strokes up your shaft, pumping my hand like you did. I rake my fingernails very lightly on your sensitive sack while kneading your balls. I stop stroking long enough to pay attention to the round plush head of your cock, using my finger tips to swirl around your ridges over and over. I use a steady rhythm and begin increasing the pace of my strokes.

You are arching your neck so that your forehead is against mine. You are panting. I know you need release. You grip my hip tightly with your right hand. Your hand is hot and feels like it could burn my skin. I can hear your heart pound. I love that I can make you lose yourself l like this, that you trust me enough to share this with me. I delight in this feeling of intimacy and power. You don't have to say it but you do "You are making me feel so good!" I say "I want to blow your mind. Tell me when you are almost there."

I begin to increase even more the tempo of my strokes. You are so close. I can feel your whole body arch toward mine. Your stomach muscles tighten. You moan again and say "Now." I see your eyes clenched shut as I dive under the blanket to wrap my lips around the head of your cock. You are about to explode and I don't want to miss a thing. I stroke you again and can feel you jerk uncontrollably as you moan loudly. You grab the back of my head with your hand to hold me there. Your body becomes rigid as your cock spasms and waves of pleasure roll through you. I can feel the heat, the swelling and the pulsing of your cock against my lips and hands. You grunt and I feel hot thick spurts flood my mouth and tongue as your cum shoots out. I savor the moment, the intimacy and the smell and taste of you. I stroke your throbbing cock a few more times until your orgasm subsides while licking you clean. 

I feel a rumble of laughter come up from your belly. You utter just one word "Wow!" You help me pull myself out from under the blanket and wrap your arms around me while squeezing me into your chest. You kiss my forehead. I certainly love the huge smile that you have on your face and that I helped to put it there. I have my cheek against your shoulder and I can hear your heart beat. I feel so safe as you smooth my hair and rub down my back with both of your hands. I do not know how this will change things between us or if it will at all. But, I care so much about you that whatever you need from me I will try my best to give you. Whatever direction you want to take is fine; when it comes to you my answer will always be yes.



A Beautiful Day Hike



It's a gorgeous summer day. My new friend Nancy and I decide to take a hike and enjoy the beauty of the Cascades. She's a petite, athletic and immensely sexy young Asian woman. I let her take the lead as we climb one of the smaller peaks so I can enjoy the view of her hot little ass, the cheeks peeking out from underneath her denim short-shorts as she climbs. The sheen of sweat gradually increases on her legs, the muscles defined gloriously in the bright sunlight. Mountains and trees aren't the only beautiful, natural things in sight! 

Eventually we arrive at a clearing on the summit, have a leisurely dinner and share a bottle of wine. Then I reach into my backpack for the rope and black silk scarves I've carefully packed for the occasion. She strips slowly and seductively for me, first rubbing her breasts through her tight little tank top until the nipples stand out proudly in the clean mountain air, before peeling the top off over her head. Then she takes off her shorts, turning around and raising her shapely butt in the air as the shorts drop to the ground. She steps out of them, now clad only in tiny bikini panties, socks and hiking boots. 

She turns to face me, locking eyes, licking her lips, and sliding one hand under the panties, massaging her pussy as the other hand alternates between her nipples, pinching one then the other. We don't speak a word at this point. I approach her, kiss her deeply and passionately, running my hands down her sides and around to her ass, pulling her close and kneading her cheeks. Then I pull her panties down to the middle of her thighs, exposing her lovely little shaved pussy. I fall to my knees, twist the cloth of the panties in my right hand as my left rubs her breasts and my tongue explores the moist crevice between her legs, flicking at her clit, sliding down her slit and then thrusting inside her. Then I grasp her ass firmly but gently, turning her around as my tongue and lips gravitate to her cheeks, the crack of her ass, and finally her anus. As I pleasure her puckered brown hole with my tongue I spank her ass, first one cheek then the other, until its rosy glow approximates that of the now setting sun. 

I grab the panties, twisting them tighter between her thighs, and pull her down so she is now on hands and knees, her ass in the air, waiting for me, her pussy now very wet. She moans and writhes as I slap her butt a few more times, with a little more force this time, leaving delicious handprints on her flesh. Next, I tie one of the scarves around her eyes, blindfolding her, rubbing my crotch against her inflamed ass. Then I take another scarf, trail it lightly over her ass, her back and the nape of her neck, letting her revel in its silken texture before stuffing it in her mouth. 

Then I take another scarf, pull it taut across her mouth, and tie it securely at the nape of her neck, gagging her firmly as I kiss her upper back and shoulders. I'm still fully clothed, but my hard-on is raging to be set free as I look at this sensual woman in such a beautiful setting. There are a few drops of wine left in the bottle, so I dribble them down the crack of her ass, and lick them up as they flow down to her bung-hole, teasing her pussy lips with the neck of the bottle, then sliding it inside just a little as I twist the fabric of her panties. Next, I pull the panties further down so I can spread her ass even wider with both hands. She holds the position like a good girl, and I spank her - hard this time - eliciting moans and whimpers through the silken gag. 

I reach around to grasp her arms, pulling her up on her knees, bringing her arms behind her back and crossing her wrists. Then I bind her wrists tightly behind her back. I take my backpack and put it in front of her so she will have something to rest her head on, and push her forward, her now crimson ass cheeks still spread wide. "Now play with yourself," I tell her, "you can reach it! Rub your knuckles across your pussy! Now stick a thumb in your ass and fuck yourself while I get these damned clothes off!" 

I pour some oil on her ass, and then get rid of my shirt and shorts and underwear as I watch her pleasure herself, her thumb slipping in and out, cheeks quivering, saliva wetting the silken gag. After putting some oil on my now fully erect cock, I get down on my knees, grasp her ass cheeks firmly, spreading her even wider, and start rubbing my shaft up and down her crack. The sounds of her moaning and panting through the masking of the silk is so intensely erotic that I can't wait any longer. I slip the head of my cock into her ass, moving in just a little bit, then back out. "Do you want it, Nancy? Do you want me to fuck your tight little asshole? Then move it for me! Push back against me and fuck me with your ass!" 

She pushes back slowly, eventually engulfing the full length until my balls grind against her pussy. "Go on, fuck me hard," I say, "your asshole is SO tight and warm!" I grab her wrists with one hand, lifting her up slightly as she bucks against me, and reach underneath her with the other hand, gently rubbing her clit, then finger-fucking her sweet, smooth pussy. She cums on my fingers, her screams muffled by the silk. After licking my fingers clean, I grab her wrists with both hands and slow down the rhythm of the ass-fucking, s-l-o-w-l-y sliding my cock all the way in, grinding my pelvis against her, then pulling almost all the way out, just as slowly.

After a few minutes, I pick up the tempo again, fucking her really hard now, faster and faster. She cums again just as I feel the sperm rising in my loins, ready to shoot forth. Her asshole feels so good that I slow down again, holding back my orgasm. "Stay still," I say, "don't move now, just feel my hard cock deep inside you. Now flex your ass muscles, tighten yourself around me. OH, that's it!" Finally, I can hold back no longer. I let go of her wrists, grab her ass cheeks, and go back to pounding into her, long and deep. As my cum at last spurts deep in her butt, I spank both of her cheeks repeatedly, very hard. When I pull out, the sight of my cum welling up out of her tight little hole is so sexy that I can't resist laying down on the ground underneath her, eating her pussy out, and bringing her to another writhing orgasm, assisted by my finger sliding in and out of her ass, wet and slippery with my cum. She tastes delicious, just the right dessert!